(set: $eyes to 0)(set: $face to 1)(set: $chest to 1)(set: $bulge to 1)(set: $legs to 1)Alright. Let me just get into character here. (color:"green")[Ahem...]
She's a sexy, curvy bitch. The nameplate on her desk says so.
Her crossed legs are up on the desk-- short skirt hardly concealing a pair of boyshorts, themselves doing nothing to hide a fat bulge squeezed between juicy thighs. The rest of her is concealed behind a newspaper. She hums gently. The pages rustle.
Eventually, she sighs and neatly spreads the paper on the desk, not bothering to conceal the page after page of (color:"magenta")[obscene] pinups inside. She smoothly swings her legs down and rests her elbows on the desk, muzzle resting lightly on steepled fingers. It's hard to focus on the eyes behind the thick framed glasses when there's so much... cleavage. Wait a moment, she's squeezing her chest between her arms...
(color:"green")[//Say something,//] she murmurs, interrupting your thoughts-- but when you open your mouth to speak, she gets there first. (color:"green")[No, never mind.] She reverses her motions, leaning much farther back in the chair than before, and bringing her legs back up to squeeze the bulge once again-- even tighter? Hard to say, unless you were to stare... With a guilty jerk, you look back at her face, but she says nothing. Rather, arms crossed, chest squeezed, she falls silent.
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(display: "Wandering Eyes"){(if: $eyes is 1)[(set: $face to 1)(set: $chest to 1)(set: $bulge to 1)(set: $legs to 1)She uncaps an ornate fountain pen and spins it in her fingers. A drop or two of (color:"green")[emerald green ink] splatters across one of the pinups. (color:"magenta")[On second glance, they all have your body type...]]
(if: $eyes is 2)[She slowly scratches out (color:"green")[a pair of tally marks] on the paper before her. A shiver runs up your spine.]
(if: $eyes is 3)[She chuckles to herself as she adds to her tally. Is she impressed that (color:"magenta")[you've been so shameless] as to ogle her $eyes times?`
`A shiver runs up your spine.]
(if: $eyes is 4)[(set: $face to 1)(set: $chest to 1)(set: $bulge to 1)(set: $legs to 1)She shifts in her chair. Her bulging chest nearly slips straight out of her tight top-- are her nipples bright green, too!? Her skirt catches on the seat, revealing more and more of her thick thighs. What a... mishap.`
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(if: $eyes >= 4 and $eyes <= 6)[As the tally rises to $eyes, she thoughtfully nibbles the end of the pen and murmurs gently, (color:"green")[//How... filthy.//] (colour:"red")[You flush hot, all over.] She pushes the pen against her full lips for just a bit too long.]
(if: $eyes is 7)[(set: $face to 1)(set: $chest to 1)(set: $bulge to 1)(set: $legs to 1)The pen hovers teasingly above the tally-filled paper for a moment, then drops to the floor. Quick as a viper, she slashes a bright pink marker across the desk at you, leaving (colour:"magenta")[$eyes] marks on your (colour:"magenta")[thigh]. A color so bright, (colour:"magenta")[anyone could see...]`
`The pen lands in the lush carpet, unheeded.`
`She stands, saunters around behind your chair before perching upon the desk before of you, legs crossed, bulge squeezed and chest bared once again-- this time, up close. (colour:"magenta")[Too close...]`
`She slowly opens her legs as she slides one painted nail down her front, catching the plunging neckline of her dress-- her full chest spills out, big tits bouncing as you frantically try to distract yourself from //yourself// with mental notes. Let's see-- her fur is lighter, creamier here, nipples are //definitely// green, and she seems to favor the left (you realize with a gulp) as she begins //kneading// and **pinching**. When you tear yourself away and close your gaping mouth, you notice her feet resting on your armrests, the threat of her weighty thighs pinning you in completely.`
`As she gazes down at you arrogantly, she reaches the growing bulge in her boyshorts and begins stroking. (colour:"magenta")[You aren't the only one enjoying a peepshow.`
`]]}(if: $eyes <= 6)[The clock in the corner quietly ticks along(if: $eyes >= 4)[side (colour:"magenta")[your quickening breath]]. In time, your mind wanders, as do your eyes--
(if: $face is 1)[ [[--to her face.]]`
`](if: $chest is 1)[ [[--to her chest.]]`
`](if: $bulge is 1)[ [[--to her bulge.]]`
`](if: $legs is 1)[ [[--to her legs.]]]]
(if: $eyes >= 7)[(color:"yellow")[To be continued in the full game.
Now, have a taste of the endings.]
[["Obey" endings.->cum]]
[["Recruitment" endings.->submit]]
(color:"grey")[//Another ending..?//]]{(if: $eyes is 0)[She's a dog. No offense intended. Soft, fluffy brown fur, green highlights and eyeshadow-- a (color:"green")[bright green] nose? Odd. She wears thick-framed glasses that make her sharp eyes hard to ignore.`
`Her expression is calm, eyes half-lidded. She seems amused you have the courage to look her in the eye.`
`You look away.]
(if: $eyes >= 1 and $eyes <= 3)[She smiles, apparently gentle, but strangely vicious. She licks her lips-- thick, juicy, and painted a glossy green. If you were closer, you could see your reflection. If you were much, much closer. Imagine that...`
`The very tip of her tongue glides from one corner of her mouth to the other, tracing one pointed tooth.`
`You blink.]
(if: $eyes >= 4 and $eyes <= 6)[She turns away from you to present her profile, but her eyes stay locked on yours. The corner of her mouth rises in a cruel smile, and she gives her lips one long, slow lick before allowing her tongue to hang out fully for one wonderful moment. It's thick, bright green, and pointed. What could that tongue do to yours? Or rather, what could that tongue do all over you..?`
`She suddenly flashes a toothy smile, and you flinch as your fantasies grind into what her //teeth// would do all over you.`
`It certainly doesn't help when she carefully removes her glasses and slips one end in her mouth, teasing her lovely lips and nibbling it delicately in turn.`
`Unconsciously, your hand drifts to your flushing crotch. (color: "magenta")[Doesn't it?]]
(if: $eyes >= 7 and $eyes <= 9)[You can now confirm with certainty that her tongue, lips, and nipples are the exact same shade of green. It's obscenely bright. Shamelessly so. Meant to be seen and lusted after.`
`Two absent-minded fingers rise from pinching one plump areola to her lower lip and teasingly pull it low to reveal the soft, silvery skin just inside. These same fingers would serve to, say, guide the tongue to taste something if she were in a different position.`
`She lets out one brief, low moan as she continues to play with her lips, twisting and teasing the malleable flesh. Her eyes sink, as if she's gone into a trance while licking and tasting her fingers. Soon, she begins nibbling them with sharp, shining teeth-- a war between sharp nails and sharp teeth on the soft flesh of her lips and fingers. Curious, you copy the motions on your own lips. It soon becomes clear why she's having so much fun, and for one instant your eyes unfocus.`
`Suddenly, she kisses her thumb and forefinger with an exaggerated //mwah!// and you realize with a start she's been watching you lean farther and farther forward to watch. Flustered, you rocket back upright in your chair. She chuckles mockingly, resting her face on her fingers-- though you notice she continues to taunt and tease herself as she does so, and is that a hint of greenish blush rising on her cheek..?]
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(set: $face to 0)(set: $eyes += 1)(set: $Lf to it +1)}
(display:"Wandering Eyes"){
(if: $eyes is 0)[She's wearing a dress that combines a peacoat, short skirt, and massive, fluffy fur collar. The fur frames a spiked collar around her neck, and the plunging neckline frames... oh, wow. You thought the fur was bouncy and fluffy, but those...`
`She clears her throat imperiously. You jump to attention.]
(if: $eyes >= 1 and $eyes <= 3)[The low, sweeping v-neck of her fur collar does very little concealing. The creamy fur of her chest stands out clear as day against the stark white the jacket's fluff. Her breasts rise and fall gently with each breath, nipples just out of sight. There's just too much for two hands to heft. It'd be overwhelming to try. But they look so soft, warm, fluffy, luxurious... a cozy place on a rainy day. They strain against the tight material of her dress. That pressure, that overwhelming weight, against your body, against your face...`
`You snap to, and realise she's been squeezing her crossed arms together more and more as you've been peeping. Couldn't be... Does she //want// you to gape at her?]
(if: $eyes >= 4 and $eyes <= 6)[Her "careless" shifting has caused her nipples to slip into view. They're bright green, every bit as juicy as the surrounding flesh... It's impossible to ignore them against the fur.`
`There's no avoiding it: that brilliant shade of green and that slight shine is exactly like candy. What must these taste like? Are they sweet as apples, or sour as limes, or cool and refreshing as mint? You throw these nonsensical ideas at yourself, desperately trying to distract from the thought of her burying you in her bosom, forcing you to take a true taste, huge handfuls of warm, fluffy flesh overwhelming you.`
`A sudden crinkling breaks the spell. She pointedly slides a cellophane-wrapped piece of candy across the desk to you. It's bright green.]
(if: $eyes >= 7 and $eyes <= 9)[She's fondling her own fat, juicy tits. It's just not fair. The more you stare, the more she squeezes, moans, and winks-- but when you look away, she only moans louder and writhes around just enough to noisily knock detritus from her desk. You turn back to her, bright-faced, to say something-- but she's leaned forward. Your vision is completely full of rich, coffee-creamy fur and pert, plump nipples. You can feel the heat coming off of them-- or you could, if you could just lean forward-- but of course she leans back as soon as you do, and you remember your place.`
`Abashed, you lean back and try to stay still. That doesn't last long. Your fingers absently creep to your own chest to mirror her motions until your nipples are hard, sending shocks across your chest at the merest brush. She releases her breasts, letting them bounce freely, and blows a kiss.]
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(set: $chest to 0)(set: $eyes += 1)(set: $Lc to it +1)}
(display:"Wandering Eyes"){
(if: $eyes is 0)[She's wearing long, diamond-patterned stockings. Toeless, though. Hard to tell if that's the original design, or if her painted nails just tore right through.`
`As your eyes travel back up her legs, they meet her hands gliding down. Showing off... She caught you peeping.]
(if: $eyes >= 1 and $eyes <= 3)[They're long and flexible. Curvaceous and luxurious. Soft and strong. Maybe if you're good, she'll let you touch them, just once.`
`She shifts in her chair, leaning sideways. The curve of her hips and bottom is revealed. Her ass... it's too dangerous to touch that, even once. You'd never be able to pull back, get away, return to normalcy. From her smirk, she knows that as well as you do.]
(if: $eyes >= 4 and $eyes <= 6)[Your heart skips a beat when you sneak a glance at her legs again. Her dress caught on the sleek material of the chair-- she might as well just be wearing a t-shirt, for all that miniscule //skirt// covers. Green boyshorts, garter belt... the gentle curve of her ass...`
`You straighten up in your seat when she hooks her thumbs in the elastic of the stockings, as if making to remove them-- then pulls them up higher. Both of you jump as the elastic snaps.`
`When you look closely, you can see where the tight band of the stockings squeezes against soft, thick thighs beneath her fluffy fur-- except when she moves, and muscles rise to the surface. Legs are just-- amazing! Nowhere else can a body go from sensually soft to handsomely hard. You run your hand along your inner thigh as you flex slightly in your chair, marveling-- (color: "green")[and once you reach your crotch, why waste the trip..?]]
(if: $eyes >= 7 and $eyes <= 9)[With her dress all but removed, you can now fully appreciate the spectacle of her sides. A gentle slope, from wide shoulders to slender waist, concluding with the outrageous outward explosion of... well, if you just look straight forward, her wide hips dominate your vision. Consequently, it is not at all difficult to just look straight forward.`
`Her boyshorts, looking tinier than ever, have deep slits in the sides. Her fur gets creamier and fluffier there. It's as if her bulge's only purpose is to tear the green fabric straight off her straining legs; and if that's the case, thank goodness for the bulge!]
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(set: $legs to 0)(set: $eyes += 1)(set: $Ll to it +1)}
(display:"Wandering Eyes"){
(if: $eyes is 0)[She's wearing a tight, black skirt-- wait. When you shift, the garment shimmers dark green in the dim light of the office. The more you move, the better you see the fabric clinging snug against her form, hugging her hips, presenting her... She clears her throat, and your heart leaps into your mouth. She caught you peeping! You're still not sure what you've been called in for, but you're certainly in for it now!]
(if: $eyes >= 1 and $eyes <= 3)[Teeth clenched, you edge slowly to the left. A bit more, and you'll see beneath the tight skirt, between crossed legs-- yes! A flash of bright green. Your heart pounds. Her nose is a light green-- is she the same... //everywhere?// You let out a long, slow breath of excitement when she reverses her crossed legs, revealing--!!`
`Ah... Green boyshorts. Pleasantly bulged, sure, but... you slouch back, a bit disappointed. On the other hand... is it your imagination, or is she throbbing with a faint arousal? What's more, is that a hint of a spiked ring, the same as the one around her neck?! You swallow, look away-- and catch her eye, realizing she's been smiling mockingly at you for quite a while. You flush, cross your arms, and look away.]
(if: $eyes >= 4 and $eyes <= 6)[Her caught skirt prevents you from looking away much longer. Her small green boyshorts seem to be made of a cool, comfortable mesh whose texture catches the light. Cool and comfortable... that must be quite a task, considering how hot and overwhelming that bulge is starting to look. Er, anyway, What sort of fabric is that? What does it feel like-- the fabric, you're quick to correct yourself, not the bulge!.. Come to think of it, though, what does //that// feel like? The more you look (you're staring, you're staring, you think. Stop it!), the more you're sure you can see the contours of her shaft and balls. There's really nothing that compares to the warmth and weight of a fat cock still confined by clothing. Soft, obscured curves strain as they become hard and needy. Oppressive heat burns through thin fabric to meet your own quivering flesh...`
`It would be hard to focus on anything else, with that pressed up against... well, anywhere, really. You'd surely feel the heat best on your face, but the weight best in your hands. What a dilemma.`
`As your body heats up, you finally manage to pull your gaze away with one audible gasp. There's no mistake. It throbs, and has certainly grown in size. Just a bit. One tantalizing bit... She smiles gently and uncrosses her legs completely, obviously satisfied at your blush.]
(if: $eyes >= 7 and $eyes <= 9)[It's huge. It dwarfs her hands as she begins gently squeezing it from either side... or perhaps it's just filled your vision completely. She hums gently. A silly tune. When the song suddenly grows more intense, she kneads her fat bulge mercilessly, eyes half-closed and mouth hanging ajar... until, to your disappointment, it enters a calm portion. Disappointment, that is, until she begins to gently tug her shorts down. Your heartbeat pounds faster and faster, even as her rhythm grows slower... agonizingly... slower.`
`A shining bit of metal appears. A spike! Another, and another. A belt of tight, black material. No wonder her bulge has remained so obscene for all this time: razor-sharp spikes on a tight cockring, warm and fluffy fur on one side and cool, smooth mesh on the other. What must it be like for that to glide across your bare, shivering self? Comforting warmth, relaxing coolness, punctuated by the occasional //prick//.`
`She reaches the end of her melody long before she disrobes more than a few centimeters. The disappointment on your face must be plain, from the way she smiles and settles back in her chair... though not even her cool demeanor hides the way she continues to squeeze herself between her thighs.]
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(set: $bulge to 0)(set: $eyes += 1)(set: $Lb to it +1)}
(display:"Wandering Eyes")It's time. You stare at the one place on the curvy, haughty //bitch// you just can't ignore.
[[Her eyes.]]
[[Her lips.]]
(color:"grey")[//Her teeth.
Her chest.
Her hands.
Her cock.
Her thighs.
Her ass.
Her feet.//]She tosses a collar across the desk at you-- it's your favorite color. She opens her thick, smirking lips to order you to put it on-- but you're too quick and have it buckled before she can speak. She smiles-- you made her happy!-- and spreads her legs on the desk, gently stroking her fat dog-cock and staring straight into your eyes.
A fat dollop of pre forms at the tip.
The glistening droplet runs down her length, to her slowly stroking hand.
It gathers, and drops to the floor. The nearly-inperceptible noise breaks the spell and you blurt out--
(color:"grey")[//Call me bitch, mistress, and make me your loyal slut
Break me in and make me your pet, please, it's all I want
I'm nothing but trash, a toy, so please, please use me//]
[[I-I think I need to take this a bit slower!]](set: $name to 4)Immediately, she drops the imposing look from her face. The room seems to brighten a bit as she reaches out and caresses your cheek. The contact's enough to make you quake... (color:"green")[Thank you for telling me.]
Her other hand resumes stroking, but at a slow, gentle pace. (color:"green")[Take a deep breath, my dear. I only need one more word before you finish, and you can go as slow as you need to. Tell me, honey... what's your favorite thing you've seen today?]
Before you reply, you take a moment to catch your breath, resting your face against her hand.
(color:"grey")[//Uhm, your eyes are very pretty.
I l-like your lipstick...//]
[[Y-your teeth are kinda scary...->Teeth.]]
(color:"grey")[//W-well, I think your b-boobs are very nice.
A-ah, I just like the feel of your hands.->Hands.
M-mm, y-your cock is r-really hot...->Cock.
I-I like how p-plump your thighs are...->Thighs.
U-uhm, well, your, um... ass...->Ass.
Y-y-your f-feet.->Feet.//]She's been staring straight at you this whole time. Her gaze drags itself across your skin, leaving a trail of burning blush and tingling anticipation-- she's loving the sight of you. You feel it in your bones, and you're ready to burst.
You lock eyes, staring straight at her as you redouble your pace, kneading and squeezing and stroking yourself. You constantly adjust your position, dreamily imagining how amazing must look like from her perspective-- if she's gonna stare, she's gonna get one hell of a show. You arc, spread, stretch, squeeze, and present your best angle for her viewing pleasure. (color:"magenta")[You feel hotter than you ever have before-- and she's hungrily drinking in every detail.]
She clears her throat-- it catches as she tries to conceal her enjoyment... but her legs spread further and her hand does not slow down.
(color:"green")[Very impressive... What's the finale like..?]
Once again you gaze deep into one another's eyes. Fields of green, totally immersed in //you//... The sight of her thirstily drinking you in is just as erotic as the feel of yourself against yourself. With an extra-exaggerated moan and hand gesture of choice, it's time for your show-stopping ''//finish//''.
[[Catch your breath.->Bad End]]It's been very difficult for you to hear anything she says with such distractions obscuring her words. Her thick lips twist and settle against one another, a miniature version of burning-hot bodies writhing against one another as they... consummate. Or (color:"red")[//fuck//], if you prefer.
As if that wasn't enough, it's been extremely difficult to decide where to fantasize about her lips meeting your flesh. Could it be against your own quivering mouth, so as to get a taste for her lipstick-- lime, or mint? Probably on your neck, shoulders, chest, gentle kisses leaving you more and more sensitive, shivering, vulnerable to yet more hot breath and plush skin in an endlessly cruel cycle? Or, well... would you prefer to press (color:"red")[yourself] against her face, legs about her shoulders, thighs upon her cheeks-- tasting, grazing, leaving a shining green trail across you?
You shudder and close your eyes tight, making your final selection. Your mouth unconsciously mimics the motions you long for hers to make. She loves the taste of you, oh, yes... Under the phantom ministrations of her soft, pillowy lips upon your tense, aching body, you ''//finish//''. Bon appetit...
[[Catch your breath.->Bad End]]Her eyebrows rise in amusement as her lips purse in a fascinated whistle. The pain of having the jagged row even momentarily hidden is palpable!
She smiles softly, tapping a tooth with a nail. (color:"green")[Honestly, I'm proud of you... knowing to hold back and have yourself taken care of, while still having the courage to explore something a bit scary... you're a wise one, my dear!]
With this, she jumps to her feet and leans forward, gripping your seat's armrests tight. She smiles wider than ever, and you finally (finally!) have the hance to savor the terrifying line where her teeth lock tightly together. For that line to be interrupted by a bite, perhaps for //you// to be the one--!! A shiver runs up your spine, heat rising all the way from your body to your brain.
It's as though the display has awoken something deep in the back of your brain, just north of fear, sending your mind racing into flight-or-fight... (color:"green")[But, it's a bit late for that, hmm?] The chase is over, the placement of predator and prey is over, and all that is left is to enjoy the meal... Your own mouth parts in quaking moans as her teeth slowly close around the sensitive flesh between your shoulder and neck. Ahh, it's certainly over, now, you are at her mercy... Sensation radiates out as she continues to nibble all the way up your neck, reverbreating wherever her creeping hands close around you, greedily kneading her catch.
(color:"yellow")[To be concluded in the full game.]
[[Catch your breath.->Good End]]You slowly catch your breath, eyes sliding shut.
At a sudden click, you look up.
what's she holding..?
A phone.
A //camera// phone.
She chuckles quietly and lowers it, sighing happily. (colour:"green")[You made such //wonderful// expressions while you... (colour:"magenta")[enjoyed yourself]. How could I let them go undocumented..?]
Her eyes drop to her phone... and as her expression twists to one of moviegoing enjoyment, her other hand casually drops back to her crotch, legs squeezing together. She might as well be kicking her feet. Click.
You hear... yourself. Tinny moans and muffled panting. She smiles, eyes hidden in the glare upon her glasses-- no, not just a glare. In the //reflection//, you can just make yourself out. You're... What's she planning to do with that video?!
She smiles demurely and stands up as the phone vanishes from her hands. Her clothes are neat, her expression muted. She struts to the door and opens it. The bright light outside makes you squint, and you feel a bit... exposed. Here you sit, clothes askew, hands all over yourself, heart leaping... and there she stands, perfectly calm, drinking in every detail of your position.
She licks her lips and sighs contentedly, as if she's just enjoyed a decadent meal. Just as you jump to your feet and make to leave, she grabs your cheeks and kisses you full on the lips.
She adjusts your clothes as you stand stunned. (colour:"green")[Please, come back anytime.]
[[//New Game Plus//->Statistics]](color:"grey")[//Saving Not Available//]
This is a (color:"yellow")[DEMO] of an interactive work of 18+ fiction from a first-person perspective. Featured kinks include:
•**Domination and submission**
•Body marking
•Pet play
•Humiliation
•Verbal degradation
•Worship, especially of specific body parts-- feet, chest, etc.
•Exhibitionism (By mention)
•Lactation (Optional)
•Anal FIngering & Rimming (Optional)
Additionally, the reader is often told what they're doing or thinking. **Do not play if this could cause dissociation.** Stay safe.
Otherwise, just one rule: you will be told when you are ordered to //**finish**// by text formatted just so. With that firmly in mind, [[let's begin.->Cozy Office]]She rubs your back. (color:"green")[Well done, honey. Did you enjoy yourself..? Leaning in and pecking your forehead, she adds, (color:"green")[Now, it's your choice. Do what makes you comfortable. But, personally...]]
She licks her lips, as if she's just enjoyed an extravagant feast... and is starving for more.
(colour:"green")[I hope you don't plan on leaving any time soon.]
[[//New Game Plus//->Statistics]](color:"yellow")[Full game includes statistic tracking across all playthroughs!]
(color:"grey")[//Let's see how my star pupil is doing...
You've been enamored by her face -- times.
You've been caught peeping at her chest on -- occasions.
Her bulge has been ogled -- times now.
You've rubber-necked her legs -- times.
In all, your body has been marked with -- tallies.
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You've had -- finales with her.
You finished without permission -- times.
You obeyed her first order -- times.
You persisted and found a new //"job position"// -- times.
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Saving Not Available//]
[[Restart->Start]]