Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: wandrer Title: Frenzied Fantasies, Season 1 Part: Episode 10 Universe: Fantasy Frenzy (and others) Keywords: mf, ff Summary: The first season of a new "reality" show, though reality will be somewhat questionable since it is hosted by the Fantasy Frenzy clubs. Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually explicit material that some may find offensive. It is meant for persons over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children. All characters contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety including all header material. It may not be sold in whole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtained from the author. NOTE that this work almost certainly contains some odd (and likely completely impossible) fantasies. PAY ATTENTION TO THE SUMMARY LINE ABOVE. It identifies the sorts of things that this story contains. If any of these things seriously bother you, please do not read this story. "Frenzied Fantasies" Season 1, Episode 10 - House of Dreams - Abby's Story Abby sits bolt upright, with a start and a sharp gasp. Before she has time to process anything she starts sobbing - oh god, her pretty little body! Those horrible, horrible tattoos! The - the disgusting piercings! She's ruined! She's --she's -- With a shuddering gasp, she looks down at herself. And her sobs turn to gasping sobs of relief. Her body is normal! Little breasts - with no awful bell piercings. No tattoos - oh thank god. Little light brown curls between her legs rather than shaved bare. She blinks away hot tears of relief. It - was it all a dream? It had seemed so real -- "Mmm, what's wrong baby? Why are you crying?" Abby starts at the female voice next to her, and looks over to where Kaitlyn is lying, lifting her head sleepily and blinking as she looks at Abby. The tall blonde sits up, the blanket falling away from her large naked breasts to nestle Abby falls into her girlfriend's arms and begins to sob with her face nestled between Kaitlyn's big boobs, feeling their warm firmness against her cheek. Something is tickling in her mind - some sense of wrongness --but she can't quite grasp at it. Instead she begins to sob softly as the taller girl wraps her arms around her. She cuddles against Kaitlyn, overwhelmed with adoration for her lover, feeling like a little girl as she trembles in her arms. "I - I had a bad dream," she stammers out in a small voice. "Oh baby --you want Kaitlyn to make you feel all better?" Abby sniffles - and then gasps as she feels Kaitlyn's hand on her inner thigh. She shudders as Kaitlyn, still holding Abby tight against her breasts, slides her fingers between her parting thighs - and then Abby lets out a small, unbidden moan as she feels Kaitlyn's fingers touch her lower lips. Abby clings to Kaitlyn's body as Kaitlyn begins to stroke her, small moans and whimpers coming from Abby's mouth as Kaitlyn's fingers play over her pussy - and wet sounds quickly begin to add a counterpoint to her moaning chorus as she feels her lover fingering her pussy, gently sliding a finger in and out as Abby twitches against it. Abby squirms against the taller blonde, kissing lovingly at her breast and tasting the salt on her skin. Even as she feels an orgasm rapidly approaching, she is struck - this time much more intensely - by something not right. While she is suffused with lust and girlish adoration for Kaitlyn, for some reason some part of her recoils from it. Her dream flickers back to her - "Wait," she gasps, "Waaiiiii-" "-iiiEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Abby's eyes snap open and she arches her back in a screaming, squealing orgasm. Her hips thrust at the fingers playing against her pussy as the fireworks go off in her brain - even as she tries to process the sudden rush of new sensory inputs and memories thrust upon her. She is still laying in bed, but now it seems like day instead of night. Indeed, it is quite clear as she thrashes in orgasm that what she had been seeing and feeling before was the dream, and this is --reality? Her body feels funny --and there's a faint tinkling sound -- She collapses back onto the bed, head still tilted back as she gasps for air. Between the shockingly explosive orgasm, the strangely real dream, and some very confusing clashing memories, Abby can't do much more than moan and shake for a few moments. And suddenly, the pretty face of Kaitlyn leans over hers with a wide grin. "Welcome back to the land of the living, sleepyhead. Sorry, I couldn't resist." Abby is filled with a rush of emotion at the sight of Kaitlyn. The first wave that hits her is exactly like that of her dream, as she quivers inside at the attention of her girlfriend. Adoration fills her like an expanding bubble, as memories of that night cuddling with her taller girlfriend - the night in the dream rush back. And then the bubble pops. A cold wash of horror fills her as the memories of the show come crashing in, sweeping away the suddenly insubstantial memories of her life as Kaitlyn's quiet little lover. And with the show comes the memories of before the show, that Kaitlyn (a rush of heat and affection wells up inside her before being washed over again) is her roommate, not her lover - oh god, not her girlfriend. Abby chokes out a small sob. Kaitlyn just fingered her to orgasm. Oh god. Kaitlyn's pretty face shifts to a quizzical and worried expression. "Hey baby - are you OK? They said you should be fine now that the drugs are wearing off. You were pretty out of it when we left to come home. It went *great* though." Abby blinks as Kaitlyn's eyes flicker with excitement. "Wh-what went great?" Kaitlyn giggles (her cute nose wrinkle sending another adoring tingle through Abby's body - that she has to force down with increasing difficulty) and looks at Abby with an expression somewhere between amusement and concern. "The procedure, silly! Well, procedures." Abby's brow furrows. "What..." Her voice trails off into a strangled sound as she tries to sit up - and stares down at her body in horror. The horrifying tattoos are there once more, along with the faintly tinkling nipple piercings, and presumably the clit piercing. Presumably, because she cannot immediately see her pussy even levered up on her elbows. Her view is blocked by the new, enormous, quite obviously fake tits jutting up from her tiny chest. They are at least as big as Kaitlyn's, and look far larger on her tiny body. The rings that had been tattooed on her are stretched out over their enormous surface area. Other things about her little body and position are more subtly wrong - for example, though she is "relaxed", her legs are spread wide and lifted a little off the bed, (letting a trickle of her juices drop from between her thighs). And her feet seem to be tilted at an odd angle. But Abby notices none of that as she lets out a horrified little strangled cry and lurches off of the bed. She manages to stand - before pitching forward with a pained wail, thrown off-balance by her huge new tits, and her inability to bend her ankles properly. Sobbing, she rolls over, feeling the new weight on her chest and looks at her traitorous feet, bright pink nail-polished toes pointed downwards. "What - what - my feet," she sobs out. Kaitlyn runs around the bed to stand over the crying little Abby, who looks up at her pitifully. Kaitlyn looks confused, and very worried. She walks over, holding a pair of extremely gaudy clear pink platform high heels dangling in her fingers - at least six inches high. "What are you doing, sweetie?" she asks in a concerned voice, "You know you won't be able to walk without these now." Abby stares up at the taller blonde in confusion, and lifts herself up (feeling the unfamiliar weight of her huge breasts), twisting and looking down her body at her tiny feet which are pointed downward and curve in a very strange way. She lets out a small sob as she stares at them, trying to understand what is wrong -- "Here," Kaitlyn says, again in that oddly sweet tone, "let me help." The blonde kneels down and gently grabs one of Abby's ankles (Abby draws a sharp little breath, Kaitlyn's touch sending a small tingle up her leg). She lifts Abby's foot, and slips on the tall, obscenely slutty looking heel. Abby cringes - she's never worn heels like that, *would* never wear heels like that. "Oh god," she moans. The heels - her feet seemed to be perfectly contoured to the bright pink plastic. Abby realizes with horror, as Kaitlyn gently slides on the other one, that her feet have been somehow --altered. Changed so that --so that she can no longer lower her heels to the ground. So that she can't walk unless she is wearing absurdly high heels. Like these. Abby is letting out small gasping whimpers as Kaitlyn pulls her to her feet. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realizes with horror that the heels feel --right on her feet. Pleasant. How her feet are meant to be positioned. She is so distracted by that horrific realization that she barely notices Kaitlyn grabbing her bare shoulders and turning her towards the full length mirror on the wall. "Here, why don't we take a look together? I'm sure you'll feel better when you see the whole thing. Like we decided." Abby blinks as she stares at the vaguely familiar girl standing in front of her. Then the horror spreads over her as she realizes she is staring at herself. Her huge new tits are only a part of the changes - though probably the most obvious ones, if only because of their sheer size. Her pink nipples seem tiny on top of the huge fake orbs, her bells still dangling from them. Her face looks even more altered than just from the heavy permanent makeup. Mostly in that her permanently pink lipsticked lips are slightly puffier, and their normal position seems to be pursed into a little "o" making her look constantly surprised. Or ready for --something else. The overall effect is to give her face the vague look of a cute sex doll. Her hair - her hair has pink highlights. Bubblegum pink swaths of hair that appear to be that color from the roots all the way to the ends - clearly the natural color of that part of her hair. Her fingernails and toenails are a similar bright pink - and similarly seemingly permanently so, as there doesn't appear to be any polish on any of them. And - her pussy. It is utterly hairless. Not just cleanly shaved, as it had been when she'd gotten the horrible tattoos and piercings that still adorn her body. But bare and perfectly smooth - and somehow obviously unable to grow hair ever again. As she turns to look at Kaitlyn, heart pounding with horror, she feels strange pulls in the muscles between her thighs, forcing her to sway her little hips as she turns in an obscenely lewd manner. Tears welling in her eyes, she starts to say something to her roommate -- --and then says nothing at all as her eyes roll back in her made up eyelids, and she faints. Abby is in a car. Distantly, she feels the vibration of the vehicle, the sounds of the road. She remembers the dream she was having - that she was Kaitlyn's girlfriend, and that she had been horribly surgically altered, into some sort of teenage'd boy's fantasy image. And before that, the horrible memories of that show. Relief washes over her - she must have fallen asleep in the car and been dreaming. She opens her eyes. And lets out a plaintive sob as she finds herself staring down into her own massive cleavage. "Oh thank goodness you're awake, sweetie. I wasn't sure what we were going to do - we're so late already." Abby lifts her head, gasping as she takes in the sensations of her bouncing tits, and her generally modified form. She is sitting in the back of a cab, next to Kaitlyn who is smiling down at her. Abby looks down, and realizes that she is clothed. Sort of. "Sorry honey - I had to improvise. We'll need to go shopping for you after we get paid tonight," Kaitlyn says, and then giggles, "You're too big for my bras, and too little for my t-shirts. But it should work pretty well for tonight's gig." Abby stares down at herself. Stretched tightly over her monster breasts is a bright pink 'My Little Pony' t-shirt (one Abby recognizes as being from her own wardrobe), the pony stretched and warped over the contours of her massive tits. Her nipples and their bells - tinkling gently with the bouncing of the car - are clearly outlined by the straining fabric. Over her small hips is stretched a very tight pink miniskirt - though it is currently ridden all the way up as her legs are spread lewdly, showing her tattooed and bare pussy quite visibly. Abby's eyes shoot up as she makes a strangled sound, and her eyes meet the cabbie's - who is clearly quite distracted from the road as he stares at the tiny girl with the massive tits and her pussy on display. Abby sobs and sits up, pulling her legs together and smoothing her skirt down to cover herself --or trying anyway. She looks down in dismayed confusion as she manages to get them almost together, though with considerable strain - and then grunts with effort as she tries to pull her thighs shut. She can see her legs trembling as she tries to pull them closed - but they won't go any further closed than a little v. Finally she gasps and stops struggling - and then watches with horror as her legs begin to spread wide again, ending up splayed open with the skirt sliding up her hips once more. Abby looks up at Kaitlyn with confused horror. Kaitlyn giggles. "Sorry sweetie. I couldn't resist having them add that one extra. You've never been able to keep your legs closed for me - and it makes me so hot knowing you won't be able to keep them closed at all any more." A miserable sob wells up inside Abby - and is rapidly displaced by a swelling feeling of --pleased arousal? Horror wars with happiness as she realizes Kaitlyn's statement of this latest indignity making her hot makes *Abby* hot. The confused emotions are enough to distract Abby from realizing Kaitlyn is sliding over to her. The smaller girl looks up - just in time to realize the larger girl is leaning in to kiss her. Abby makes a small noise as a brief moment of disgust and resistance washes over her - to be almost immediately blasted away by the sudden heat and desperate need that rips her small body as Kaitlyn's lips find hers. Abby begins to whimper as Kaitlyn's tongue finds hers, and moans as her lover wraps her arms around her small body. Abby feels safe and loved and so so desperate to please as she passionately kisses the girl she is utterly and completely devoted to, who she'll do anything at all for, she loves her and needs her so desperately -- A rush of cold fights its way back up, and Abby suddenly breaks the kiss, pulling away - and feeling almost nauseated at doing so. "Wait," she sobs - either from the knowledge that is forcing its way to the surface or, far more likely, in misery at pulling away from Kaitlyn's embrace, the faint flicker of hurt in the pretty blonde's eyes. "Wait, Kaitlyn - we have to...this isn't real --this all --we're on a show, we're being made to ohhHHHFFFFFFFF-UNGH-UNGH-UNGH-UNGH-UNGH-" Abby's eyes go wide as her whole body spasms suddenly, her back arching - thrusting her new tits forward - and she screams as she explodes in orgasm as her little bell piercings suddenly let loose, sending unbelievable ripples of pleasure into her little nipples and her oh-so-sensitive clit. Abby thrashes on the seat, spraying her juices all over the back of the cab as she cums for what seems like an eternity of explosive pleasure. Finally, drenched, she falls back to the seat, grunting and jerking like her little body is receiving electric shocks. Shuddering gasps and whimpers seem to be all the language she can muster as she blinks in dazed post-orgasmic bliss. Kaitlyn, eyes wide at watching her girlfriend's orgasmic explosion, giggles. "Wow - I guess that they weren't kidding when they said your nipples and clit would be more sensitive. That's gonna be embarrassing the first time it happens when you go home for the holidays." Abby just moans, fighting to form words. "K-Kaitlyn --l-l-listen --I-ohhh god --" Kaitlyn bites her bottom lip. "I know you have something you were trying to say," the taller blonde says, in a plaintive little voice, "But first --oh god --I'm so horny, sweetie. I've been waiting till you were all done, but after almost a day of staring at your new slutty body, I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't cum soon. Could you pleeeeease --you know --take care of me? Before we get there?" Abby blinks in dazed confusion as Kaitlyn lifts her long stockinged legs to the seat, encased in black thigh-high fishnets. It is only when Kaitlyn almost shyly pulls her skirt up, spreading her legs to show her panty-less pussy that Abby realizes what Kaitlyn is asking for. Abby makes a small whimper, and the desperate need to please the girl - who she keeps trying to think of as her annoying roommate, but every fiber of her being tells her she is deeply, madly devoted to - wars with what little is left of her resolve. In an instant, that modicum of resolve is crushed beneath an overwhelming need to please her lover. Abby shakily slides to the floor of the taxi - turning red as she realizes the taxi driver has been watching this whole show with wide eyes in the mirror - and kneels between her lovers knees. Somehow --somehow this is more humiliating than anything that has come before. More than being the fucktoy in the biker bar, more than the tattoos --more even than already having been dominated and abused by Kaitlyn in their room. Because as she leans in, spreading Kaitlyn's thighs gently - as much as the thought of what she is about to do revolts her, as much as her stomach turns over at the musky scent of Kaitlyn's pussy as she leans in --she knows that she will do whatever the blonde woman wants of her. Not because she is forced, or because she is out of control... --but because she is so desperately, pathetically, submissively in love with her. And would do absolutely anything, anything at all, to please her. And so Abby lowers her mouth to Kaitlyn's sopping wet pussy and begins to lick. As Abby's tongue enters the folds of her drenched pussy, Kaitlyn throws her head back in a throaty moan. Abby shivers as a thrill of delight goes through her at the thought of pleasing Kaitlyn, followed by a sob at the chaser of humiliation. The competing personalities struggle for dominance in her mind, emotions whipsawing through her. But through it all, she licks. Somehow, she is much more aware of the taste of Kaitlyn's pussy now than before - sweet and salty and disgusting and delicious --all at the same time. Kaitlyn is so wet that her juices begin to drip from Abby's chin while the taller blonde groans out her pleasure - and Abby whimpers again as she realizes the tickling feeling on her own thighs are her own juices, dripping freely as her little body responds to its passionate desire for her roommate, whether Abby likes it or not. She feels Kaitlyn place her heels in the small of her back, and the whimper of happiness escapes her before she can force it down. Her little body trembles as Kaitlyn's feet caress her back, and she shudders when Kaitlyn places her hands on Abby's head, stroking her pink-blonde hair -- Suddenly, Kaitlyn begins to yelp out her orgasm. Abby feels Kaitlyn's pussy spasming on her tongue, and licks and strokes exactly where she knows her lover likes it, drawing out her bliss, and tingling with happiness of her own at making her girlfriend feel so, so good -- Finally when Kaitlyn stops thrashing on the car seat, Abby kneels there, licking gently to elicit a few last shudders of pleasure. Kaitlyn moans softly with each lick. Happiness wells up from inside Abby, making her tingle with newfound arousal at her role in pleasuring the girl she worships -- Abby lets out a small sob, as she realizes what she is thinking and feeling - and how very wrong it is. She pulls away from Kaitlyn's pussy - her face smeared with Kaitlyn's juices - trying desperately to fight down this sickening, slavish devotion to the girl who she keeps trying to insist to herself is her annoying roommate, not her lover, not her mistress... "Oh --oh we're here," Kaitlyn sighs, closing her legs and seemingly not noticing Abby shivering on the floor. Abby looks up as Kaitlyn suddenly leans over, pulling her own heels back on, and opens the door. Abby lets out a small squawk, climbing off of the floor and trying to smooth her damp skirt down, blushing furiously as she looks out the door -- To see students walking by in front of dorms and fraternity houses she very much recognizes. "Oh my god, we're at our school," Abby moans, horrified, shrinking back into the cab, desperate to avoid being seen by anyone she knows. Kaitlyn looks down at her quizzically. "Of course we are. Well, it used to be our school, anyway. That's probably why they're paying us so much for this, but we sure need the money." Abby blinks in confusion. "What --what do you mean used to be? Paying us? I don't --" Kaitlyn stares at her for a moment as Abby trails off in confusion, then lets out a little laugh. "What's with you, sweetie? Did you forget that we dropped out last year? Although," Kaitlyn's eyes smolder as she looks at Abby's little modified body, and she licks her lips, "we might have to start dressing you up as a slutty schoolgirl again, now that I think about it." Abby's further dismayed and confused questions are cut off as Kaitlyn steps out of the cab, smoothing her own skirt down. She reaches back and pulls little Abby out after her, the smaller girl shaking from her earlier orgasm and both confusion and humiliation at the students - some of whom she recognizes - staring at her. The guys walking by are practically drooling, while the girls - particularly those walking with guys - stare acid at the two sluttily dressed blondes. Kaitlyn doesn't seem to notice or care. "Hey!" the cabbie leans out, his voice cracking as he stares at the girls who were just doing such incredible things in his backseat, "You need to pay!" Kaitlyn grins, and leans over into the cab (drawing even more stares from guys walking by as her short skirt rides up her panty-less ass). "I'll tell you what," Kaitlyn says in a voice thick with arousal and promise, as she reaches a hand inside the window, "You wait here for us to give us a ride home, and I'll ride in front with you and give you a very --special payment. What do you say?" The cabby shudders and gasps at whatever Kaitlyn is doing, and his eyes go wide. Then he reaches over and flips his flag to "Not for Hire". Kaitlyn favors him with a blinding grin, and then pulls her arm back. She turns and grabs Abby's hand. "OK - hurry - we're late!" Abby stumbles along behind Kaitlyn. While her feet may only be able to function in these absurd heels, that doesn't change the fact that poor little Abby has never really walked well in high heels - and certainly not that high. And worse - whatever has been done to her thighs not only makes them impossible to pull together, it also forces her to walk with an absurdly swaying movement that moves her ass and hips in a motion that can only be interpreted as a girl begging to be fucked. Abby whimpers as she realizes even more clearly what she's been turned into. She hears more than a few mutters from the boys she's walking by, as they stare at her impossible little body, and listen to her jingle faintly. Her face burns hot with shame as she lets Kaitlyn pull her forward. And worse - somehow, the very shame of it all, knowing people she knows might be seeing her like this --it's getting her --it's getting little Abby hot. She chokes back a small sob as she can feel a new stream of wetness running down the inside of her thigh - and increasing as her sense of humiliation deepens. A throbbing ache is starting in her nipples, and her clit -- Suddenly she looks up at a burst of noise, and realizes that a door has opened. And Abby shrinks back in horror as she realizes where they are. "Wait," Abby chokes out a sob, "I don't want to --" "Come on!" Kaitlyn yanks her forward - and Abby stumbles into the common room of her and Kaitlyn's former dorm. There is a party going on - and Abby realizes that this is the traditional pre-reading week blowout. Abby always avoided this party, staying in her room to study, but it was the biggest party of the year on campus. People filled the room, drinking and smoking and doing --other things. Loud thumping music jostled Abby, sending shocking pleasure through her from her nipples and clit. She trembled with terror that she might cum again - in the middle of this room full of people -- She stumbles along after Kaitlyn, trying to ask what they are doing here, and simultaneously trying to hide behind the taller girl for fear of anyone seeing her disgustingly modified body, even while her body seemed to ache to be seen. But Kaitlyn doesn't hear her over the din, and simply leads her towards the middle of the room. "Here we go everyone! The entertainment has arrived! And you won't believe who we've got till you see them!" Abby recoils from the sudden loud voice over the room's speakers, and turns her head, trying to see the 'entertainment' the voice was referring to, stumbling behind Kaitlyn up onto a raised platform. She can't see anything, however, as lights suddenly come up, shining on her --on the two of them -- Abby lets out a horrified sobbing moan, as she suddenly realizes what is happening, though it is drowned out by a whooping cheer as the faces in the room all turn as one. All to stare at her, trembling in her huge-titted slutty glory, standing next to Kaitlyn on the low stage in the middle of the room. Abby hears snippets of voices from the crowd, even though the lights make it difficult for her to pick out particular faces. " --isn't that Abby?" "Holy shit, look at the tits on that girl --" "What did she *do* to herself?" "Such a pathetic little slut..." Abby wants to sob as she hears voices of people she knows staring at what has happened to her. She tries to tell herself it is all a dream, all part of the stupid show she is still trapped on - but she can't bring herself to believe it. It all feels so very, very real -- Suddenly the music starts to thump a new tune, and the voice on the speakers chimes in again. "Alright - most of you recognize them --now Kaitlyn and Abby are going to do a little show for us, as part of their new careers!" There is a loud cheer from the crowd, and the music grows louder (sending maddening vibrations through Abby's pierced nipples and clit, eliciting a small whimper). Abby turns to beg Kaitlyn to leave, but finds her lover (not her lover!) licking her lips as she raises her hands sexily through her blond hair, and starts to move her hips to the music. "Kaitlyn," Abby says somewhere between a hiss and a sob, "We can't do this! Please --" Kaitlyn turns towards her with a plastered on happy expression, and a confused look in her eyes. "What do you mean, Abby? This is just what we've been doing for the past year. We are strippers after all." "We're --what? I'm - I'm not --" Kaitlyn sidles up to the horrified and sputtering Abby and reaches out to sexily stroke her side and over the curve of her ass, drawing a whoop from the crowd, and an involuntary shudder of pleasure from the small blonde girl. Before Abby can pull away, Kaitlyn grabs her hand and starts to dance with her, pressing her body up against Abby's smaller one. Against her will, Abby's body begins to react on its own - both with a sudden surge of arousal at her girlfriend's grinding, sexy dance, and with subtle movements to the music, as if her body knows it is time to perform for the crowd. And, with a choked sob, trying to tell herself that none of this is real, she forces a smile onto her face and begins to dance with Kaitlyn. The crowd cheers as the taller woman grinds up against her, pressing her own ample breasts against Abby's huge ones. Abby's heart starts to thump in time with the music as she dances with Kaitlyn - and very quickly her feigned enjoyment becomes very real. Her body seems to react to being on display even more strongly once Kaitlyn is moving against her, and she erupts with arousal, overwhelming her sense of humiliation. She sighs loudly when one of Kaitlyn's hands lazily rises and strokes her hard nipple atop one of her huge new tits, then blushes furiously as the crowd hoots and whistles in appreciation. All of which only serves to fan the flames of her arousal higher. She looks out over the room, seeing a sea of familiar and unfamiliar faces staring at her in --shock, hunger, disgust, lust, you name it. But staring at her. Abby lets out a shuddering gasp as the surge arousal flows through her, and she realizes that in spite of her humiliation, she is utterly addicted to being watched. Any pretense at resistance goes out the window as Kaitlyn turns her around, pulling her back so Abby's ass is grinding against Kaitlyn's hips. The taller woman expertly uses her smaller lover's body to work the crowd, teasing them with flashes as she rides Abby's skirt up and then slides it back down, pulls her t-shirt taut to outline her nipples, and then slowly pulls it up to reveal the bottoms of Abby's massive tits, with Abby shuddering and gasping as the fabric slides over her ridiculously sensitive nipples. Suddenly the crowd lets out a roar as the My Little Pony t-shirt pops free, sliding over her pierced, tattooed tits and revealing them to the crowd. Everyone stares at the monstrous, impossibly perfect globes as Kaitlyn slowly slides the shirt up over Abby's head, and the crowd moans as Abby's massive tits rise and fall with her arms. Kaitlyn spins her around, showing off the little woman's modified body and her lewd decoration, and the crowd's moans and howls fill the room. Abby shudders with arousal so intense that it's like a drug, and turns back to face her audience. Any thoughts of embarrassment are erased in the wash of her lust, and - licking her permanently glossed lips sexily - she cups tiny hands beneath her enormous tits and lifts them up to offer them to the crowd. The animal roar of lust-fueled appreciation of her body is almost enough to force her over the edge into orgasm. But what really does it is when Kaitlyn - somehow already naked other than her own heels - flicks Abby's nipple piercings, hard...and they suddenly release. Abby's shrieks of pleasure are louder even than the astonished moans and cheers that fill the room as the little woman, hands still holding up her huge new tits, suddenly begins to jerk and squeal in orgasm as the piercings begin to vibrate in her nipples and clit. Her eyes roll back as her body shudders violently in pleasure, and she feels warmth coating her legs. After a few moments, she falls to her knees, still shaking and squealing uncontrollably. The crowd is going wild as she cums and cums and cums. She feels a warm slick puddle spreading beneath her legs and distantly realizes that the splattering noise is her juices squirting down onto the stage. Finally, after what seems like an eternity of orgasm, the vibrating stops and she pitches forward with a final groan. Her huge tits form pillows beneath her as her face slides to the floor - laying in the spreading warm puddle of her own cum. The crowd screams and applauds in shocked amazement, as Abby lays on the floor twitching. How long she lays there, she has no idea. Her brain shut off at some point during the extended orgasm, and only ever so slowly begins to come back as she hears Kaitlyn's voice whispering in her ear. "Come on sweetie. Time to get going before we end up doing more than we bargained for here." Abby blinks slowly, and then starts to respond to the gentle grip on her arm. She slowly levers herself up from the floor - her body and the right side of her face glistening and dripping from where they are drenched with her own juices, which she has been laying in for at least a couple of minutes. w The sudden surge of humiliation and revulsion that washes through her pulls a sob along with it, but that is all she can muster, exhausted as she is. She lets Kaitlyn help her shakily to her feet. "That was amazing." Abby looks up - and feels her whole body turn scarlet with horrified embarrassment. Standing in front of the two still naked girls is Josh Gartnett. The ever so handsome and popular Josh Gartnett. Kaitlyn's on-again-off-again boyfriend Josh Gartnett. Who Abby has had a crush on since she first met him on arriving at the school. The appreciative look he gives her mostly naked and massively altered body - when before he'd never so much as glanced at her except to smile vaguely in her direction when she'd once worked up the courage to ask him which way to her class (which she had only done as an excuse to talk to him) - and the small flicker of arousal at the attention is this time dwarfed by the massive humiliation she feels. She whimpers too softly to be heard over the music and whistles from the continued amazed onlookers. The onlookers. Abby glances out at the crowd, mortified at the throng of people staring at her naked body, slick with sweat and with her own pussy juice - and she shudders with a sharp indrawn breath. The surge of arousal at realizing she is being watched is --overwhelming. Her humiliation remains, but her nipple bells jingle softly as her large nipples stiffen suddenly. When two boys whistle at her, without thinking about it Abby gives her huge tits a little jiggle, drawing more whistles - and another surge of arousal. "Thanks," Kaitlyn says without noticing Abby's antics, shifting her body sexily, "I hope it was everything you wanted." Josh chuckles and nods, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of bills, which he hands to Kaitlyn. She snatches them quickly. "So - can we convince you to stay and do --more?" Abby feels Kaitlyn stiffen against her as she slips her hand into Abby's, and hears the slight strain in the taller girl's voice. "N-no. Sorry. That's not our game. We should go." Abby feels a rush of disappointment, mingled with confusion and humiliation. She knows she should go --but she *likes* all these boys (and girls) looking at her like this. She arches her back sexily with another lust-drugged smile at the crowd, even as Kaitlyn starts to tug her hand. Wait, Kaitlyn said something important a second ago, Abby thinks. Game. The game. This is all part of the game. Abby forces down the knots of embarrassment and humiliation and increasing lust as she blinks and tries to think clearly. What were the rules to this competition? Three fantasies. Had to guess two. Abby shivers as she looked down at herself and thinks frantically in a brief moment of clarity. She stared at her huge tits, glistening with wetness, the piercings, the tattoos. She shudders again. If they don't win, she'll be like this forever. She thinks she knows what hers might be - but Kaitlyn's, she has no idea. The other girl hasn't really *done* anything yet! Certainly nothing that seems like it might be one of the fantasies for the game. She looks up at her taller friend (trying to stifle the sudden feeling of submission that makes her want to follow Kaitlyn's lead), as the taller blond has pulled Abby to the corner of the stage and is slinking back into her red tube dress. Abby grabs her arm, and Kaitlyn looks down at her. "We should stay!" Abby blurts out. Kaitlyn gives her a look of surprise and then sneers in something like her old disdain for Abby. "What, you suddenly remembered that you're a little attention whore? All hot and bothered by the crowd, like usual?" Abby blushes furiously and her own personality surges to the fore for a moment, angry at Kaitlyn's snarky remark. Especially given how close to home it hits. "Anyway, you know I can't stay," Kaitlyn hisses, "You know about my --condition. If I stay, someone's going to figure it out, and I won't be able to stop! Now let's go!" Kaitlyn, her dress on again, grabs Abby's hand once more, and then looks back in shock as the smaller woman yanks it away. "We still have to figure out your fantasies!" Kaitlyn looks at her with a confused expression, and a half smile. "Uh --what? I mean - I don't know about you, but I'm pretty tired now. We can play later though. But definitely not here." Abby quails inside at even the thought of resisting Kaitlyn's desires, but she fights it down as best she can. A look at the watching crowd gives her strength (and another tingle in her nether parts), and as they walk by Josh she blurts out: "O-offer her five bucks and she'll suck your cock --" Kaitlyn spins to stare at Abby with abject horror on her pretty face. "Abby!" she chokes out in a strangled voice. "I'm sorry," Abby says with a small sob, suddenly feeling sick at her lover's obvious horror, "I - we have to --" Josh glances back and forth between them, looking confused at this interchange, and then - jokingly - fishes in his pocket and pulls out a five dollar bill. "Really? You'll suck my cock for five bucks?" Kaitlyn goes white as her eyes track to the bill. With a small whimper, she steps forward and takes it from Josh's hand - and then falls to her knees in front of him and begins to fumble with his zipper. "Holy sh-" Josh manages to choke out before cutting off with a groan as Kaitlyn's warm lips slide around his modestly-sized cock as it springs free. He moans loudly as Kaitlyn's head begins to bob up and down. Quickly, several guys see what is going on and come over to watch in amazement as the tall, gorgeous blonde stripper sucks Josh's cock in the middle of the room. Abby stares at the scene, a surge of miserable jealousy coursing through her. What has she done? Josh lets out a loud grunt - and clearly begins cumming into Kaitlyn's mouth, who makes another small whimper of her own as she gulps it down. Finally he slides back, leaving a trail of cum on her lower lip as he slips out of her mouth. "Holy shit!" "I want some of that!" The crowd jostles around them, staring at Kaitlyn who kneels with her head bowed in humiliation. Kaitlyn shudders - then looks up at the sound of crinkling as hands start reaching into pockets all around her. She glances over at Abby - still naked and glistening - her eyes filled with tears of betrayal. "Hey, how much for Abby?" "Yeah, man - I want her!" Abby backs away, terrified. "No," she stammers out, "I'm - I'm not --I don't --" "She's not for sale," Kaitlyn says in a shaky, pleading voice, "Just --just me. She's - she's mine." Abby lets out a small sob of horror at what she's done, and at the misery in Kaitlyn's voice, and her lover's desperate defense of Abby in spite of it all --and the crush of the men surrounding her. "Aw, c'mon," one of the guys says with a grin to the kneeling Kaitlyn, "I'll give you fifty bucks if you at least let her come dance with us some more." Kaitlyn lets out a strangled sob - and then reaches up to grab the money and stare at it. She looks over at Abby, eyes wide and welling with tears. Finally, she lets out a small sob. "S-someone give me a pen," Kaitlyn chokes out. Everyone, including Abby, blinks in surprise at this. But then one of the guys, a little quicker than the rest (and also desperate to see where this is going), reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black sharpie, handing it to the trembling blonde. Kaitlyn takes it and stares at it for a moment like it is a poisonous snake, and then looks up at Abby with glistening eyes. "Turn around," Kaitlyn whispers. Confused - and more frightened because of it - Abby does as ordered, turning to face the grinning crowd. She draws a sharp breath as suddenly she feels Kaitlyn's body press up against her, drawing a shout of excitement from the onlookers. Both send surges of arousal through her small body and she moans as she feels Kaitlyn's hot breath against he side of her neck, and tilts her head back against the taller blonde's soft breasts. "Play with your tits for them," Kaitlyn hisses softly in her ear. Abby moans again, but manages to stammer out: "Wh-what?" "Just do it," Kaitlyn says with a sound like a small sob, "So they don't see what I'm doing." Abby stands there for a moment, confused, body burning with arousal - and then Kaitlyn suddenly reaches forward and decides for her, pulling her t-shirt up over her huge tits and exposing them once more to the crowd with a jingle of her nipple bells. While the crowd yells with delight, Abby feels Kaitlyn lift her pink-frosted hair up suddenly - and then feels the strange tickle of what she realizes after a moment is Kaitlyn scrawling something on her neck, at the base of her hair. Kaitlyn finishes and steps away. Abby turns to her, sufficiently confused that for a moment she forgets that her tits are still on display. Abby reaches a hand back up to where Kaitlyn has let her hair fall back again across her neck. "Wait, what did you --" Kaitlyn slaps her hand away, eyes brimming with tears. "At --at least you'll have fun," the taller blond says with another choked sob. Then she steps back, and says in a louder voice so the onlookers can hear: "You heard them Abby - go dance with them." Then Kaitlyn turns away with a small moan, and falls to her knees as another guy shoves a five into her hand. Abby stands, frozen and confused as she watches Kaitlyn take another cock into her mouth, while a third slides into her hand along with yet another bill. A surge of jealousy washes over Abby, her stomach knotting at the sight of her pretty lover starting to give her body to whoever will pay. She turns and stumbles away with a sob, her jealously vying with guilt over having caused it, and then a rush of anger at remembering that this is all the game, that she *had* to do this, that it's not real. And then -- Abby shivers as a sudden wave of --something washes over her. It's hard to describe - not pleasure, exactly --more of a --blissful feeling... "Ohhh," Abby sighs as another wave of the strange happiness washes through her, and she giggles as she feels herself starting to tingle all over. She licks her lips - and is suddenly *very* conscious of how sensitive her new lips are. She stands there grinning for a few moments licking her lips and moaning softly at the sensation, before she realizes someone is talking to her. She looks up, blinking and smiling. "Hey - you OK?" She looks at the boy staring down at her, and nods with a big grin. Then she notices his eyes aren't really looking at hers. Abby follows his gaze down - and suddenly remembers that her huge tits are still on display for all the world to see. A distant twinge of horror is quickly overwhelmed by a rush of arousal and another wave of the strange bliss, and she giggles again, blinking. The whole world seems to be taking on an oddly glittery look with each wave rolling through her. Suddenly, the music turns up again, and the lights dim as thumping bass fills the room. Abby moans as she feels every beat in her too-sensitive nipples and clit. She reaches up to run her hands through her hair, feeling her tits lift with her arms, and begins to sway her hips to the music. She licks her lips and sighs - and realizes that a circle of guys has formed around her to watch her. "Jesus, look at her --" "Can you believe those tattoos?" "Holy shit --" Abby only vaguely registers the comments as she begins to dance in earnest. Her piercings jingle as she sways around, feeling her jiggling body - somehow she's suddenly more comfortable on her heels, more comfortable in her slutty body, and it all comes naturally to her. As she moves, the waves of bliss seem to spread through her body, and she finds herself smiling and moaning softly and giggling as she dances. Slowly the ring of men around her on the dance floor closes in around her, mesmerized by the small sluttish-looking woman's bouncing tits and swaying body. Finally, one of them - a tall, skinny guy, steps forward and begins to dance with her. Abby smiles up at him and licks her lips sexily, eyes wide with excitement. When he reaches out with trembling hands and gently cups the bottoms of her huge exposed tits - the first hands she's ever felt on them other than her own - Abby lets out a loud, high moan. Her pleasured cry seems to be the call that the boys were waiting for. The guy cupping her tits moves in closer, caressing them, as the rest of the crowd around her, thrusting against her. Abby can't help herself from moaning loudly as she is buffeted by male bodies trying to dance with her. The tall guy pulls her stumbling forward on her heels - and then leans down to kiss her. The feeling is electric - and then his fingers brush over her nipples, and Abby squeals into his mouth with delight. She looses track of how long she has been kissing the boy as he caresses her and she grinds against him. It is only when she feels a hand on her ass --and then another, that she realizes more of the guys are pressing up against her. Again that distant voice seems to cry out a warning, but the waves of blissful excitement wash it away. Abby simply moves to the music, shivering at the delightful touch of multiple hands caressing her little ass, and cupping her large tits, pulling on her oh-so-sensitive nipples -- Abby is lost in a haze of pleasure at the various boys all playing with her body, fondling her new sex-driven form. She moans and writhes against them. She makes a small gasp as fingers brush between her legs from behind, tracing over her pussy lips. For just a moment that distant part of her pushes back against the bliss, and her moan has a tinge of protest - but only a tinge. And then the touch comes again, more insistent - and suddenly her wet pussy lips are being spread. And suddenly she realizes it is not by a finger. Abby screams in a sudden explosion of orgasm as the cock of some unknown boy glides between her sopping pussy lips and into her tight little pussy. She feels warmth spreading over her legs as she distantly realizes she is squirting again even while the cock slides deeper and deeper inside her. She writhes and squeals in shock and pleasure as she is bent forward, leaning against the boy in front of her as hand grab her hips, her huge tits dangling down. And he begins to thrust. Abby grunts and squeals with each thrust inside her, her nipple and clit bells jingling madly as she is fucked for the first time since they were installed. She is pressed into the chest of the boy she had been dancing with, screaming with pleasure as his hands grope her bouncing tits, as the cock pounds into her. Suddenly her piercings release pleasure exploding in her clit and nipples. Abby blinks her eyes open. Some one is grunting. She is staring across the dance floor, her face lying in something wet. Her mind spins and tingles, almost as much as her body. Distantly, she realizes the grunting is her. Slowly, through bursts of pleasure coming from somewhere lower, she realizes she is pitched forward on the floor. Someone is holding her hips, thrusting inside her. She is lying in a puddle of - a sudden burst of disgust washes through her, and then evaporates in a manic giggle as another wave of bliss rolls through her - her own pussy juice, still warm from where she must have squirted on the floor. Shakily, she pushes herself up onto all fours, her juices dripping down one side of her face as her hair is matted against her head with it as well. She keeps grunting at the unknown cock thrusting into her from behind, an addled smile coming over her face as she feels her tits begin to sway beneath her. Suddenly someone kneels in front of her, another hard cock twitching in front of her. Abby stares at it for a moment as if trying to remember what it is for, then leans forward and slides her lips over the head, she giggles at the moan from behind it, and then giggles again as its owner moans louder. She begins to bounce back and forth between the two cocks -- Something is wrong with her sense of time - whatever is causing the waves of bliss seems to also be making her periodically fade out. Because she's gulping down the salty cum from the cock she just started sucking, while the oe from behind slides out of her, along with a splattering rush of cum, and another one immediately slips in. Abby is giggling and squealing as she cums around two more cocks... Abby is whimpering and moaning as she tries to reach a cock dangling in front of her with her mouth. The group of guys surrounding her is cheering and laughing as she desperately tried to move forward, but is held in place by the hands on her hips as the guy behind her slides his cock in and out... Abby is on her back, sliding around in the cum and pussy juice on the floor. She is holding her ankles to keep her legs splayed wide, showing all of her tattoos as a guy fucks her... Abby suddenly squeals in protest, at the feeling of a cock pressing at her little anus. The cold bath of realization at what is about to happen washes over her, and for the briefest of moments she is horribly, disgustingly, self-aware again. Somehow the thought of what a boy is about to do to her there is almost worse than everything that has happened so far. Even with how good fingers (though so demeaning) have felt there, somehow the thought of a cock there horrifies her. Abby tries to push back from the cock sliding deep into her throat, moaning in dismay, even as the waves of bliss force themselves back up. The cock head suddenly painfully slips past the ring of her anus and into her ass. Abby moans in pained, pleasure, feeling herself squirt all over her thighs in orgasm as her small body trembles. The internal wail of disgust is washed away as she suddenly remembers that she is, of course, a Butt Slutt -- Abby is sucking on her cum-covered nipples, having dragged them through the cum on the floor for her audience. She feels a rush of pleasure at the cheers and hoots of the men watching her. She begins to cum and squirt everywhere as her tongue flicks the little nubbin between her lips. Her wrecked ass, having been fucked multiple times, is tingling as it twitches in her orgasm and cum bubbles out of it -- "Oh my god, is that --Abby?" Abby looks up at the sound of her name being spoken by a woman, blinking as she grunts softly. Her whole body is sticky and slimy with the cum and pussy juices she's been rolling around in for the last --how long has it been? An hour? More? Then she shifts, and moans softly as she feels her hand twitching inside her cum-filled pussy. She's laying on her back with her arm shoved into herself up to the wrist, and her cunt is squelching as she moves it around inside herself. It feels soooo good --she lets out a moan, as she feels her fingers stroking the soft flesh inside her cunt, feels the lips of her labia sucking at her wrist as her strained cunt twitches around it. She moans again softly at a mix of pain and pleasure from her ruined asshole as it twitches in response, around something hard. She shifts to get more comfortable, and she vaguely remembers shoving a beer bottle into her ass as the boys cheered her on. She blinks again at a feminine snicker, remembering through her haze that she had been looking up at that voice before. She lifts her eyes, squinting at the seemingly too-bright lights as she tries to focus on the girl standing above her. Abby can't help a horrified whimper from escaping her throat as a sudden intense mortification rips through her, overwhelming once more the strange bliss as well as her self-pleasuring. She lets out a sob as her world blurs with tears. "Oh god," she sobs in humiliation. A skinny, slightly nerdy looking brunette with glasses stands over her. The girl is dressed sexily in a short skirt and too-tight top, which in the absence of an unnecessary bra quite clearly outlines the girl's puffy nipples atop her barely-a-bump breasts. The girl grins down in sneering amusement through her horn-rimmed glasses at the cum-drenched little fuck slut that Abby has become. Stacey. Stacey was --is --a dorm-mate of Abby and Kaitlyn's. She has always *hated* Kaitlyn - mostly because the pretty blonde made the nerdy brunette's life miserable. And because Stacey had also always been in pursuit of Josh Gartnett, who in turn had always pursued Kaitlyn. And she had always hated Abby as much or more - seemingly because Abby, as Kaitlyn's roommate, rode the other girl's popularity while Stacey, a cheerleader in high school, found herself relegated to being the resident nerd-hot girl. Which was most certainly *not* how she saw herself. The other girl squats next to Abby, who shrinks away with a whimper. The waves of bliss struggle with her humiliation in her mind, leaving her shivering and paralyzed like a small animal. She can't even bring herself to pull her fist out of her cunt or the bottle from her ass, no matter how humiliated she is to have Stacey see her like this. "Oh my god," Stacey says, with a nasty giggle, "*Look* at you! No one would ever imagine you pretending to be that sweet little good girl you used to play." Abby whimpers as the girl reaches out, and slips fingers into her nipple rings. Abby lets out a gasp of pleasure as Stacey's fingers brush her nipples inside the rings, and burns with shame at Stacey's giggle. "Now everyone can see you for the little slut whore you are." As she pulls upwards on Abby's tits, eliciting a whimper of pain, she slides her thumbs down to begin to stroke the tops of Abby's nipples. Abby begins to twitch, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. And though she tries to fight it, tries to hang onto the humiliation to retain what little dignity she has left as the waves of pleasure roll through her and the bliss surges back to the forefront -- Abby squeals as her pussy begin to suck at her wrist, her cunt inside rippling over her hand, and begins to squirt all over herself and Stacey's legs. Distantly she hears Stacy laughing as the little sex-drenched girl twitches and jerkes in yet another orgasm. A group of boys watching he scene drunkenly cheer her on. "Oh that's fun," Stacey says with a grin as Abby falls back, feeling the slimy floor beneath her as she twitches in her after-orgasm, bliss and misery flickering across her face. The skinny brunette shivers. "Well --that's got me all hot and bothered. I think I need to get some of what these guys are getting." Abby just lays there with her eyes closed, exhausted and trying to slowly work her hand out of her slurping pussy, and so can't see whatever the guys suddenly cheer over. Until a sudden wash of scent makes her open her eyes with a squawk. She finds herself staring at the very wet, black-furred pussy of Stacey as the girl moves to squat over Abby's mouth. A wave of revulsion goes through Abby - she may have licked Kaitlyn, and been forced to eat out Darla, but the thought of licking another pussy absolutely disgusts her. With a sobbing moan, she twists her body to the side, trying to move away even as she slowly works her hand out a bit more and feels her big tits flop over on top of each other. Stacey sneers angrily. "What, after all the cock you've sucked into your little whore body, you're afraid of a little pussy? What do you think --hey, what's this?" Abby jerks as she feels Stacey grab her head, but is too weak to resist the girl as she turns it - but in the opposite direction Abby expected. Stacey turns Abby's head to the side, and she feels her parting the back of her hair. "Oh yeah," a male voice says, which Abby horribly recognizes as Josh's, "I think --someone? Whoever she came with wrote that on the back of her neck. Just before she, you know, started to get passed around." There's a pause and then a slightly disbelieving snicker. "Looks like it's gotten a little smeared by all the cum and sweat, but - does that say 'Ecstasy Party Slut'?" "I think so. Well - that's certainly an accurate description of her." Another pause, another giggle. "I wonder --here give me that." Stacey suddenly turns Abby's head back to look up, though the girl has backed up a little so her bare pussy is no longer directly over Abby's mouth. Abby is tingling and twitching between her legs, trying to get her hand the rest of the way out as quickly as she can, without making herself cum again. She watches in confusion as Stacey takes the pen she's holding, pulls the cap off in her teeth, and lowers it to Abby's forehead. Abby is too surprised to do anything but try to squirm away, but just then her hand comes free with a loud slurping burp from her pussy, eliciting a brief moment of twitching and gasping. While Abby's body shudders from the near-orgasm of pulling her hand out of her slimy cunt, Stacey begins to write. "What are you doing?" Stacey lifts the pen away from Abby's head with a grin up at the befuddled Josh. "I'm trying something - I may be crazy, but --" Abby stares up at Stacey as the girl talks, pen poised to continue writing, and blinks as a strange sensation washes over her. She shivers, and her brow furrows in confusion. She's trying to listen to what Stacey is saying, but it is getting harder and harder for her to understand. Abby has a moment of utter panic, as she struggles to focus, and a sob escapes her lips as she struggles to pull herself up, trying to remember --to remember -- Abby blinks, as her face goes slack, the light of intelligence fading from her eyes. She looks around, and then speaks: "Mrrrow?" Stacey pauses mid-sentence, looking down in shock at Abby, as the small sluttish-looking girl blinks up at her with a blankly stupid expression. Josh stares down as well. "Did she just --?" "Mroww? Meeeeowww?" Abby rolls over and pulls herself up into a kneeling position, meowing softly as her huge tits jiggle. She kneels there for a moment, dripping from her ass and cunt. Across her forehead, the word "Puss" is written in large black letters. Stacy, eyes wide with an incredulous look on her face, lets out a small stunned laugh. "I - I was going to write 'pussy licker' on her to see what happened, but I hadn't finished --" Abby looks between the two of them, blinking at the senseless noises coming from their mouths. Then she lifts the hand that had been inside her, glistening up to the middle of her wrist with her pussy juice and cum from who knows how many guys. Her hand dangles, useless, like a paw. She tilts her head to look at it with a soft meow, as her nose wrinkles in some faint, distant memory of disgust -- And then sticks her tongue out and begins to clean herself, lapping up the cum and pussy juice with long slurps. Stacey stares, and then burst outs in a fit of giggles. "Oh my god," she laughs, "That's hilarious! And disgusting!" Josh simply stares at the lapping Abby, as she licks bubbles of cum from between her useless fingers. Stacey looks up at him, and then her eyes track down. To the very visible bulge in Josh's pants as he stares at the naked, licking Abby. Stacy smirks, and scoots over towards Josh. When she draws her fingers over the line of his cock against the fabric of his jeans, Josh gasps and looks down at her. "Mmmm," Stacey murmurs, "You like her as a sexy puss, don't you?" Josh shivers, and nods, blushing. Stacey, grinning, reaches up and slides his zipper down, slowly. With a soft press, his cock springs free and plops into her hand - it is quite large. And also quite obviously slick with having been recently inside someone. Stacey, who had obviously been planning to slide her mouth over his cock, pulls back a little, her nose wrinkling in disgust and annoyance. "Ew --were you fucking her?" Josh swallows and nods. Then clears his throat. "Earlier. And then again in her, uh --" He trails off as his eyes flick towards Abby's abused, dripping asshole. Stacey grimaces, and then a nasty grin comes over her. "Well, since she's so good at cleaning --" Stacey turns away to look at Abby, who is continuing to clean off the last areas of cum and pussy juice from her arm. "Abby, come here --" Abby blinks at Stacey's voice, but gives no recognition that she understands. Stacey smiles wider. "Here kitty --heeeeere kitty kitty --" Abby blinks and lowers her hand to the ground. Then she levers herself onto all fours and crawls over with a soft "meow?", her huge tits dangling and jingling beneath her. She turns and rubs her head against Stacey's body, who recoils at first - Abby still being covered in cum that she smears onto Stacey's dress - but then as Josh's cock twitches in obvious excitement, she lets Abby mewl and rub herself on Stacey. Fighting down a giggle, Stacey puts her finger under Abby's chin, scratching it. Abby mewls again, lifting her head to be scratched. Stacey slowly guides Abby's head upwards, until her mouth is directly beneath Josh's cock. Abby blinks, and sniffs, her nose wrinkling again. "There's a good kitty," Stacey murmurs, "This needs to be cleaned too. Good kitty, let's see that cleaning tongue of yours." Abby mewls, then lifts her mouth up, nose wrinkling again. Then she extends her tongue and starts to lick Josh's cock. Josh groans loudly. Abby meows softly as the cock twitches against her lips, and begins to clean in earnest. She makes loud slurping noises, clearly unembarrassed as her tongue slides into every crevice as she cleans him, sliding her tongue into his crotch to clean his balls. Wet sounds come from off camera, and the camera flicks over to show Stacey, staring at the scene, hand moving with obvious purpose beneath her own skirt. Suddenly Josh lets out a loud groan, and his large cock begins to spurt, spraying a shocking amount of cum down the back of Abby's neck and onto her back. She shivers, meowing loudly in obvious delight at the warm goo splattering over her, as she continues licking his balls and the base of his cock with her face shoved into his crotch. Finally, Josh's cock stops twitching, and he draws a long, shuddering gasp. "Ohhhh god," Stacey moans, "that was soooo hot. I need a cleaning too." The skinny brunette sits down on the floor, pulling her skirt up with glistening fingers to show her incredibly wet pussy. "Here kitty! Here kitty kitty kitty! Clean me, kitty!" Abby pulls her face away from Josh's softening cock, and turns to Stacey. As Stacey scratches her head, Abby mewls softly, letting herself be pushed downward. When her nose is a couple of inches from Stacey's sopping cunt, there is a brief flicker of intelligence in her eyes, and she tries to recoil. But Stacey shoves Abby's face down between her legs. Abby makes a small mewl of protest - and then shivers and begins to lap at Stacey's cunt. The brunette throws her head back with a long moan. Abby blinks as her intelligence slowly fades back in. And then a low, choked, horrified wail emanates from her throat, as the last hour fades into her awareness. Her mouth is full of the taste of the at least a dozen pussies she's licked, including Stacey's at least a couple of times - the brunette's the most vivid and fresh on her tongue. Her face glistens with juices, as she has crawled around the dance floor, shoving her face up under skirts, between sweaty thighs - more than once tasting pussies also recently filled with cum. All in service of the "Pussy Puss" that had been written on her forehead, now crossed out in the same black marker as before.. Abby starts to sob softly, ears ringing with the remembered laughter of the dancers as she moved from cunt to cunt, meowing stupidly, like the animal Stacey had turned her into. And even with the disgust of all the pussies she licked (and the humiliation of the periodic guys who would kneel behind her and fuck one of her holes while she licked their girlfriends), that horror pales in comparison to the abject terror she feels at that loss of intelligence. A few strokes of the pen, and Stacey had reduced her to nothing more than an animal. A stupid, vapid, sex-focused beast. Nothing - not her new body, not her new role as an uncontrolled fuck toy - none of it terrifies her like having her intellect ripped away once more. With a growl, she lifts her head to yell angrily at Stacey, who she realizes is standing in front of her, still holding the pen. And before she can draw a breath, her will collapses in on itself, and she cowers submissively before the sweaty brunette. Abby drops her eyes and cringes, almost in tears from the warring emotions inside her - the hatred of Stacey --and the submissive adoration. Across Abby's big tits, in large bold letters, is written "Stacey's Slave". Stacey grins down at the cowering little woman. "My, Abby, for a second there it almost looked like you were going to yell at me. Would you do that?" "N-no mistress," Abby moans out. "That's good. What's wrong, didn't you like being a little Pussy Puss?" "N-no mistress. I h-hated it." "What, you don't like licking pussy?" "No mistress." "But wasn't it fun to be a dumb little kitty?" Abby sobs. "N-no mistress." "You didn't like that? Why?" "Please --I h-hated it, mistress. I don't like being dumb. Please don't make me like that again, please!" Stacey's grin widens as Abby's terror leaks into her voice, as she begs. "Hmmm --what will you do to keep from being made into a dumb little animal again?" "Anything," whimpers Abby, "Anything you want --" Stacey sneers down at her. "Prove it." And with that, Stacey turns around, and leans forward with her hands against the wall, spreading her legs. She reaches back to lift her skirt... Abby stares at Stacey's pussy and ass - both dripping with cum. The girl had clearly been busy while Abby was crawling around meowing and licking. Several times. A small choked sound of disgust escapes Abby's mouth. "Hmm --not very convinced," Stacey says, "Maybe we'll try you as a cow next? I wonder if the pen can make those tits of yours lactate?" With a whimper, Abby levers her exhausted body forward and crawls over beneath Stacey. She makes a small sound as she smells the skinny girl's cunt - Stacey already has a much stronger scent than Abby or Kaitlyn (where is Kaitlyn, Abby suddenly wonders, with a twinge of horror), and an hour or so of being constantly wet and fucked has left her stinking of sex. Abby shudders in disgust - somehow this is so much worse now that she can think --oh god, but at least she can - The small woman lifts her mouth and shoves it into Stacey's sopping and slimy pussy from beneath. Stacey moans loudly, and Abby almost gags as a sudden rush of cum and pussy juice pours into her mouth - but she keeps licking and slurping frantically at the girl. She feels a strange feeling on her head - and realized disgustedly that Stacey's ass is leaking cum into her hair while her pussy and ass twitch from Abby's ministrations. "N-not bad," moans Stacey, "but not r-really all that inventive. After all y-you've --mmmm --done that a couple of times already. S-still --maybe a ohhhhh a smart dog at least --" Abby sobs into Stacey's cunt, mind racing as to what she might - and then it hits her. Her stomach wrenches in disgust. And then she lifts her mouth and begin tonguing the girl's messy asshole. Stacey squeals loudly in what seems like genuine surprise - and clear pleasure. Tears streak Abby's cheeks as she tries not to think about what she is doing, her tongue parting the tight - though used - anus of the brunette, tasting her ass and the cum dripping out of it. Suddenly Stacey is cumming - and squirting for the first time that Abby has seen, all over Abby's huge tits. The girl is mortified as she tingles with pleasure from the pussy juice dripping from her too-sensitive nipples, and feels Stacey's asshole twitch around her tongue. Finally Stacey stops squealing, and steps away from Abby's mouth between her ass cheeks. She shivers as she turns and looks down at the poor, even-more-messy little tattooed slut, pussy juice glistening all over Abby's naked chest and belly. "W-wow, that was amazing" Stacey gasps, then giggles, "And disgusting. But so good! I had no idea I liked that! You're going to be doing that a *lot* from now on --" Abby whimpers, eyes downcast like a good slave as her stomach turns over. "Ohh, I need a break. But I have another idea if you want to keep that pretty mind of yours intact. Actually, let's see if we can find Josh. He'll like this. He's probably over with his toy..." Stacey turns and walks - shakily - off, leaving Abby to scramble after her on all fours. (Stacey figured out at some point that Abby couldn't walk without her heels, and is quite entertained by Abby's helplessness.) Abby finds herself moving between dancing legs, trying to follow Stacey's heels along. Her cries at her humiliation - crawling like an animal through the crowd - are lost in the thumping bass. Suddenly they emerge into a clearing on the other side of the dance floor. "Ah, here we are. Josh's little party toy," Stacey says, putting her hands on her hips and looking around, "Huh. Thought he'd be over here, but I don't see him." Abby crawls out from between the dancing legs and looks up. And simply stares for a moment, before making a gagging sound. Stacey glances down at the noise. "Oh, come on - sure, it's pretty used now, but it's not *that* bad. Surprisingly lifelike, really." The thing kneeling on all fours appears to be some sort of sex doll. She looks almost real, but is still clearly fake - just a little bit plastic-y looking. Her expression is one of adorable surprise, lips pursed in a little 'o', eyes wide. Incongruous to the doll's relative realism, there is a slot for a quarter in the middle of its forehead. It is completely naked - which is good, since the doll has clearly been *incredibly* well used. It is covered in cum, and kneels in a pool of cum between and beneath its legs, and beneath its chin - cum dribbles out of the doll's mouth in a little rivulet, splattering onto the floor. Abby just stares, making a soft keening sound. At what used to be Kaitlyn. While she watches, a boy stumbles up to the Kaitlyn-doll with a beer-driven belch. He fumbles in his pocket, and pulls out a quarter - and shoves it into the slot. The Kaitlyn-doll suddenly begins to make a muffled moaning sound - a surprisingly erotic, trapped little noise. Her lips begin to twitch and pulse, as though inviting something to be slipped into the pursed 'o' of her lips. The boy excitedly obliges, falling to his knees as he pulls out his cock, and then guides the head of the doll towards the head of his member. When her twitching lips settle on the tip, the Kaitlyn-doll's mouth quickly sucks his cock as far inside as it will go. The doll's moans increase, and from the loud moan of the boy, that clearly feels quite good. He grabs her head and begins to thrust his cock into her face as the doll begins giving him what is clearly an incredibly pleasurable automated deep throat blowjob. Abby kneels there, sobbing softly as she watches with misery what her insistence on staying have let her lover turn into. She tries to tell herself it's just the show, that it'll all be over soon - but she stares at the doll that used to be Kaitlyn, and sees the horror in her frozen eyes, behind the surprised expression. "What's wrong with you?" Stacey says, sneering down at the crying Abby, then shakes her head, "Never mind - don't really care, actually." The skinny woman moves to stand in front of Abby, who is still sitting on all fours. She looks up, squatting back on her haunches as she lifts her head to look up at her mistress, then miserably drops her eyes again, tears dripping down her cheeks. "Mmmmm," Stacy grins, staring down at the naked, submissive woman, her huge tits thrust out in front of her, "Wow, do I like seeing you like that. Well, I don't know where Josh is, so he may miss out --" Stacey holds the pen out in front of Abby, who stares at it in confusion. "You want to show me that you're my good slave? Come up with something new that you find *really* humiliating for me - but that doesn't make you dumb. And *you* write it, on one of those big fake new tits of yours." Abby looks up at her, horrified. Her status as Stacey's slave makes her brain start itching to do exactly what Stacey told her. But what little is left of her tattered pride fights back, desperate to resist somehow -- A grunt causes both of them to glance over to where the guy was fucking the doll's sucking mouth. He is clearly cumming down the blonde toy's throat, while it (she, Abby thinks miserably) continues to slurp at it mechanically. Abby stares at the horrific cum-covered thing she'd caused Kaitlyn to turn into --trapped in her own body... And with a sob and a jingling shudder, she reaches up and grabs the pen, and begins to jerkily scribble on her huge tit, above the stretched Titty Target tattoo. When she finishes, her hand falls away, letting the pen skitter across the floor with a clatter. She stares at what she'd written with a horrified expression, as though she can't understand what she's done. Stacey tilts her head to read it, and then her brow furrows. "Huh? What do you mean by --" Suddenly, Abby's stomach knots with *need*. With a sob, she falls back to all fours, and begins scrambling over towards Kaitlyn as the boy pulls his cock out of her mouth with a slurp, cum dribbling back out. Abby's tits swing beneath her as she crawls up to look into her former lover's frozen, terrified eyes, the quarter slot sitting right above them. And then, in spite of the tight knot of disgust in her belly, Abby leans in and begins to lick the cum off of the Kaitlyn-doll's face. The boy's cum is still warm as she licks the soft, plasticky skin, cleaning her off - face and chin, tasting the new cum as well as who knows how many other streaks of cum from earlier. Her licking makes its way slowly towards Kaitlyn's frozen 'o' of a mouth -- And Abby, with a soft sob, begins to gently lick her former lover's lips clean of the warm salty cum, forcing her mouth inside to lick the twitching inside of Kaitlyn's face hole. She cries softly as she does so, whispering so only Kaitlyn could hear - assuming she can still hear. "I'm sorry --I'm sorry --oh god I'm so sorry --" Behind her, Stacey bursts into peals of laughter. "Oh my god! That's *disgusting*! 'Cum Cleaner' - oh my, how unbelievably nasty --" Abby sobs at the utter humiliation of what she is doing while Stacey - and, increasingly, others - look on. And, horribly, she finds herself getting turned on once again from being watched, even while she is almost nauseous with disgust at what she is doing. Finally, she finishes cleaning poor Kaitlyn's face of cum, new and old, and pulls back, gazing into Kaitlyn's eyes --finished. And then, horribly, realizes she isn't. She makes a strangled noise as, against her will, she pulls back slightly --and begins to lower her face. Toward the huge puddle of cum beneath Kaitlyn's kneeling body. She whines with disgust, as her larges tits settle into the cool slime of the cum-puddle as she lowers her face -- --and begins to slurp the cum from the floor. She squirms with disgust as she licks... Her tit and clit piercings suddenly release with a loud jingle, and she cums with a scream, face and tits sliding around the cum puddle on the floor, spraying her own pussy juice everywhere behind her. The crowd cheers. And poor Abby cums again.