Melly MC X Sestetz

[21:38] Melissa MushCorp: [sub]I'm not sure what the proper procedure for this is, but here goes. I'm looking to do some 1-3paragraph RP in public, here, involving copious amounts of soiling, brainwashing, forcefeeding, and all sorts of good stuff. Feel free to hop in.[/sub]
[21:38] Melissa MushCorp: Melissa, like all denizens of the room, remains stretched out on a couch, bottom clad in little but a slightly-shaded white garment, top in a white MushCorp™ Logo adorned gown. Ticker-tapping away on her smartphone, she looks up expectantly - "Ahh, there they are.." Six men, sunglasses, bandanas, nondescript, wearing men in black tuxedos. The gentlemen, with arms that could easily be described as ridiculous, all carry intricate electronic components, brass shells, cyleners, domes, and the final one brining up the rear appears to have a case with a few hundred shades of water lined up, with tubes sticking out of it. "Hello, boys, set it right over there!" The billionaire directs, standing up from her seat as, with the sound of a few drills, hammers, clinks, and conveniently-positioned nailguns, their package is assembled, taking naught but thirty seconds from the foundation to completion. A Chair. But, of course, a very special chair, the kind that would be a feature in the woman's factory, a sample of enjoyment to come. It's painfully obvious where one's limbs go, as four cylinders adorn the 'limbs' of the chair, making sure the inhabitant's arms are spread wide, trapped, and that their legs leave nothing to hide given the angle that their thighs are spread open, the ends of their hands and legs obviously fully encased in the metal. The back forces one's back to arch up and out, straighting the spine and stretching the stomach - good, it'd need to be stretched, a lot.~ There's dome on top, anybody could likely guess that goes on someone's head, and right where the mouth would go, with straps to tie it to a lovely darling's head: A feeding tube, dripping with something pink.

"Welcome to our exhibition  of MushCorp's finest technology, here, we have the 8-series MushCorp-brand chair, guaranteed to make sure any uncooperative darling is absolutely delighted with her fate within the hour - or your money back! It's available for a combination of personal, industrial, or, ahem, 'private' use, on lease from MushCorp R&D." The CEO strides around the chair, projecting a holographic neon sign above it: FREE SAMPLES. Given the spread-open diaper where thre should be a seat, the lack of any butt support, and the feeding tube, it should be clear at a glance what the intent for such a device is: It's going to clear out that digestive tract, and clear it out good. "Now available for a limited time, a public trial period. Have I any takers? I know I'm getting a few lovely looks from that crowd.♥"

[22:03] Sestetz: the night was young, and she honestly hadn't been expecting anything as she walked in. Ses enjoyed hanging around this place, for all of it's wonders and the 'taboo' nature most people said it had. Though it didn't seem to bother her as much now as it did when she first walked in, but there was always those select few that had the drive to put their nails under her skin and make her feel feelings she hadn't... She hadn't even thought she'd get the chance of feeling, really. She liked going to this place in-particular because she felt safe, it was better than going to one of those other dark murky places scum found themselves in. It was just, a bit more colorful here she'd say... Even if it did get boring sometimes, but even that wasn't all that true as she looked around the room. That crinkle had been tantalizing whenever she first went out in public clad in the garment, anxiety hitting her like a mound of fire ants on her back as she wondered if anyone noticed. She didn't know why she cared so much then, really. And even with that she still did to this day, there was always that one chance of someone she knew seeing her and her filled up bottom and things going south from there. But eh, she always knew how easy it was to make up an excuse or even ask 'Why the hell do you care anyways, do you want one or something?" Bah, she needed to move her thoughts of something else for now. Even if it was hard to stop herself from reciting over all those enticing little thoughts that fogged her brain the majority of the time.

Oh man, she had to move that black hair of hers out of her face to see if it was actually true as she gawked at the red head on the couch. Damnit- No one should be allowed to be that beautiful, wait- No they should! She was getting a little tongue twisted just watching her from afar like this, and she still didn't know why. Every time she saw someone that looked beautiful in one of those things her heart was lit on fire, and she was molded into some sort of teenager high on the blissful feelings of puppy love. But she was quick to know that out of herself, even if she was getting all sorts of feeling from looking at that padded ass the stunning beaute had for herself. Man, she'd dig to have a taste of that any- She was getting ahead of herself now, she shook her head a little bit to knock some sense into that light head of hers. She didn't have a chance with that, besides- She knew who the woman was anyways, one of the heads of a company she'd been buying from for quite a long while. The least thing she'd probably want was to be oriented with some tiny little thing like herself. Or not? She enjoyed hanging onto hope, even if it was dim... Oh well, you can't kill someone for dreaming.
[22:03] Sestetz: Though as she walked over, those crinkles being heard some more under her jeans as she went to go get a drink to at least snap her a little out of things she got a better look at what the woman was planning on doing- "What?" she said, a bit more aloud than she wanted as she popped over the cap of her drink; getting a little on the ground as it fizzled out. Almost like her head as she realized what exactly she was showing... Oh man, she had to get a closer look. Though she wondered why the hell she was showing it off at this place out of every other ring out there, but in some sense it was smart. Even if she doubted anyone here would be able to pay for a beast like this, and as she got closer to it she realized even more of how much of a behemoth it really was... And yes, it really was nice. It was probably obvious too at she looked around it, almost like a child in the back of a wal-mart at the toy isle. Who the hell would make something like this? Whoever it was, they had too much money to spend... And they fulfilled a deep desire down there in her head, but she was unlikely to be admitting something like that anytime soon. Even if it was hot to think about, she didn't want all those little thoughts getting ripped from her out of nowhere like that. Or did she?

"Hey, what?" she announced as she was looked at dead in the eyes by the red head, was it that obvious that the thoughts of this machine were drawing her in a little? I mean, her thoughts were still mostly on if this thing actually worked at the moment anyways... But she sure as hell wasn't planning on going in this thing at the moment, she wasn't even sure if it's effects were permanent or not. "I-I'm alright, I don't know what you're saying trying to get me to go in that thing" she hastily pointed towards it after that, and a couple shaky laughs coming out as she clasping her drink. She should've expected this to happen, even if she did beat herself up for her looks the majority of the time most people did say she looked good in general. But still... Thinking things over some more, she wasn't sure how quite to get out of this. Or if she wanted to count herself out of this surreal experience. But as she backed up a little and dabbed her thoughts on it more, her trunk crinkling a bit as she looked at the large men accompanying the red head eyeing her like she was candy. She didn't think she had a choice in the matter, did she?

[22:36] Melissa MushCorp: "You there, you - I see that glint in your eyes, girlie-girl.~" She points towards the foxy foxie fussing a bit and gazing at the contraption that had appeared in the midst of the room. Like that, an imaginary spotlight is placed on Sestetz, the eyes of the crowd drawn to the normally-shy darling, who'd just ended up volunteering herself for an exhibition of the heart-throbbing horrors MushCorp's finest could inflict upon the head. "What's your name g--" She checks her phones, spies already having distributed a research file to her. What's the good in being a billionaire if you can't abuse it? "Ses-tetz, hm? Normal, for this room, anyways, mild continence problems to be expected. A bonus, really! You're perfect! Come on up!" Melissa is so friendly, inviting, like a booth operator at the county fair, probably not helping that the hologram above her chair contraption was flashing and whizzing like a swindler who wanted your five dollars. "Now, don't you be shy, darling, no need to be nervous.. All those worries'll be flushed out of your head soon, I pinki-promise." From afar, a pinki finger is extended, the gesture more than enough to get her point across. "And it looks like you're already prepared - help our darling up, would you,?" She asks to her bodyguards, the six men swiftly storming the couch, business heels clacking on the ground with every step in near-unison, their ominous approach signaling her doom. Or salvation, it was hard to determine just now.

"Arms. Legs." The men-in-black say coldly, cooly. In a few instants, her limbs are surrounded by hands that manage to engulf her entire thigh, arms held securely by two security guards and legs held at the thigh and ankle by two more, one underneath to suspend Sestetz in the air. She's lifted, despite what protests she may have, and taken straight towards Melissa. "Stop, boys, right there.. Hold her still, now.." A few seconds for the Corporate Queen to eek up upon her tippy-toes and press a smooch into the sweetie's forehead, red lipstick leaving itself behind in a very obvious mark, much like she'd just been tucked in for sleep by her mommy. She was, in a way, if you though about it. "Go ahead and put her in, boys, I see she's already padded - let's leave that [i]competitor[/i]'s brand on to see the true wonder of MushCorp brand MuddButts when they stack up against that knock-off crap. Rip. Tear. Zzzzip! Snap! In a flurry of hands, those garments hiding Sestetz's body from the world are in pieces on the floor. She won't be needing those anymore. Save for that one garment, an article of her shame, displayed out for the whole world to see: The darling's diaper, derriere covered with a small sprinkling of something decidedly not white, yellow that the foxie had made shown off for all to know what she really was inside. Pathetic. And she'd be showing them soon precisely how pathetic she was.

"Excited, cutie?" She asks, still ignoring Sestetz's protests as she's slowly strapped into the chair, every limb a struggle to get in the perfect position and click inside those cylinders, but man-oh-man, one at a time they're all slipped snug. Everything below her knee, excluding her paw, was hidden from view, legs forced wide apart, a 90 degree angle, crotch happily shown off to the world. Her bare chest was forced to perk out by the peculiarities of the chair's back, forcing her to arch her own in response and bear those titties for the world to see - and as Melissa reaches in, to deliver a pinch, to toy with.~ Her arms, too, are forced to grab the insides of a stark chrome cylinder, keeping them obscured from the world, two handles for her hand to grip on awaiting inside, everything below her shoulder hidden from view. All that remained was what counted: Her head, her torso, and her crotch, each lit up and accentuated by strategic lights in the frame of her apparatus. Curiously, there was no seat, her bottom left entirely unsupported. She'd need a hell of a lot of room for that seat to grow underneath her, if you get my drift.~
[22:36] Melissa MushCorp: First, of course, comes the feeding tube, a strong agent-arm grabbing her lips, forcing it open with a ring-gag, and slapping it in, pink-sludge flowing from the back and neck of the chair straight into her mouth from the moment she's settled in.  [sub]It's sickeningly sweet and also startlingly delicious.[/sub] "Wouldn't want her to get hungry, would we?" She says, running her finger along the cutie's chin.~ There were many things being inserted into her body once she was trapped there, limbs rendered useless, Melissa mercilessly forsaking even offering her a comment on it. What seemed like 20 needles in each leg and arm started pricking her, poking them inside her, tubes growing from her restraints and starting to link with the back of the chair, a rainbow of colors flowing towards them, undoubtedly a supply of more drugs than the doctor ordered. "Here, you can see our state-of-the-art technology at work, making sure she's as comfortable as can be, for optional extended stays and long-term-care." While 'comfortable' wasn't the word Sestetz was likely going to utter, she had to admit, whatever the fuck Melissa was pumping into her arms, legs, and now, back, was certainly making her more.. Amenable to the situation. In layman's terms, she was getting woefully wet, regardless of want or will. An itch between those legs, slowly blossoming into a fire that needed quenching.. And the poor thing couldn't even move a finger to help with it.

"See? Comfortable as a cuecumber.. And, if you look closely, prospective purchasers, you can clearly see she's cheered up quite a bit!" The perk of those nipples is commented on, tone laughing as she does. "Look quick, at what's in her mouth. See that pink delight streaming into it? That's what's known as "MushFuel" in the industry - I'm sure you smarties can figure out by the name just what it does.." She sticks her tongue out, flicking a switch on the console on the chair's back. "Catch it quick, 'cause it'll be gone in a moment - and she'll be enjoying herself a bit too much to let you know how it tastes..~" The flick of that switch sends the final part of the chair into action, aside from Sestetz's bowels, naturally. The dome atop, previously hanging above her head, begins engulfing it, sealing her face off from the outside. [sub]Tune in next post to see what kind of spirals and subliminals she's forced to stare at![/sub]

[23:39] Sestetz: /me she hadn't imagined she'd ever see herself getting roped into something like this, what was turning out here was more of something that'd be played out in some fantasy situation- It was very surreal, and looking all of it over yet again was making her feel a lot of feelings. Be they bad, or for good. In her head this was, very, very hot... But she knew that the people who worked at MushCorp weren't the kind to lie, they had a reputation to keep with their company after all. And that almost brought down a pang of fear as she imagined this thing wiping away all of her memories, but at the same time getting hot thinking about the whole kink side of the entire situation. This was real life though- She needed to snap herself out of it. She had a life that she was living right now, and even if being brain-washed and getting played with as a mindless puppet was better than everything she was going through right now- And scenarios like this did go through her mind on multiple sleepless nights. She couldn't let this happen, there was more to life than just being able to get your kicks off in diapers... Yeah, yeah. She wasn't having anything of this, even if she was going to beat herself up and probably cry for not taking the opportunity in the future if she messed up along the line in her life. She gave a small point to herself, it was obvious that the girl was a little shaky now. Though Melissa was probably wondering what that was about, a pretty little thing like herself shouldn't have anything to worry about; really. And that's what the point of this machine was to do as well. Oh, and to also add to the girls sense of hedonism fueling her every move.

She didn't have much time to think, and it was making it harder to do so as well with those rubies staring right at her... Oh man, now wasn't the time to get wrapped up in a beautiful woman. Though it was hard to not find herself at least a little entranced by her padded posterior, and that condescending grin she had as she almost called her 'gorgeus' from what she could presume. Either that or another 'girlie-girl' or man, even if she was scared and angry about getting wrapped into all of this at the moment. She had to admit she was a fan of pet-names like that, but there she was again looking into things that didn't matter in the slightest way... Or at least they didn't matter too much right now that is. "W-what?" she let out, just how the hell did she get onto that information that quickly? She was rather secretive with her identity anyways, it was honestly eating her up a little seeing her figure that out so easily. "Look, I don't want any part of this... But, if you want to forget about this. I could take you out for dinner-" god she was such a nerd! She was trying to hit on her even though she was about to be washed into being her plaything? She quickly hit herself in the head after that. She really was a loveless loser from the looks of it, but her mistake was jumped from rather soon as she started saying something else.

"I still don't know what the hell you're talking about, or why you think I'm going to go ahead with any of this... I'll have you know I can probably get a reasonable lawyer on you if you decide to do anything with this!" her attempt at trying to spark fear in the woman did the exact opposite, making her look more pathetic than anything else. [sub]How ironic, indeed.[/sub] Just looking back up at the machine was scary, and it appeared that even if the girl had a lithe stature and she looked like she was going  to- Well, piss herself at the moment. She wasn't going down with a fight all that easily. Her face got a little red out of what she just said, she was obviously a little pissed off in that regard as well. "Look, even with all that money I'm a person. Don't you care about what I have to say?" she said, before she was obviously ignored and the 6 rather large men came walking straight to her. Oh man- She walked backwards now, actually managed to drop her drink as she felt her back hit the wall. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening. That was reciting in her head as she was suddenly grabbed, and that actually made her realize how long it'd been since she'd been 'manhandled' as some people call it. "G-get off me, don't you have any sense of morality?" she pleaded, though she did get a sick kick out of being treated this way... No, no! She needed to get that stuff of her plate, just what was wrong with her... The men and their cold nature got a chill down her spine, as she began to get suspended into her chair- Or wait, was she?

The sudden stop scared her for a second, she was already tense as is and getting cut off wasn't helping  that in any bit at all. Though what was going to happen surprised her more than anything else, and in a strange way... Did it reassure her? It was almost cute how she reacted to the kiss to the forehead. Even if she was about to get strapped into a mad-man's machine she found the sudden act sweet. But even with that- It did little to stop the sweat coming from her head, and from the space in her lower areas as she looked right back at the woman. She almost looked as she was about to tear up as her clothes were ripped off of her, but her gaze didn't move off of the woman as it all went on. She didn't know what else to look at, really- Either that, or face the embarrassment coming off of her from everyone else watching in the room. God, she hated this so much right now. But there was nothing she could do to stop about it, it was inevitable, and she was so small... That was fate for you, after all. An ever-lasting force in the uni- No, no. You didn't come here to read all about that. On with the good stuff!

She felt small, and rather weak too... It was hard to stop herself from actually crying right now as she was strapped in, the cold metal not doing good for her as she was strapped in and forced to look at everyone around her. That was when some tears started to come down, she didn't like to think she was fragile... But she really did feel that way as she started to feel that fear coming in ever-so much as she was strapped in more. Well, at least this gave her some time to look on the bright sides. Things could always be worse, this would be easy right? Oh god, now she was thinking like that about all of this. "Please, if you're really doing this. Be a little gentle, ok?" she pleaded yet again, and she would've wiped her tears out of her face if her arms hadn't been nailed down. She was looking over everything in her head again now, as the moments seemed to go too quickly as her padded crotch was extended and was open for everyone to see. Though what she was wondering why this thing had no seat, but that was quickly answered as she used that noggin of er's a little bit more.

Oh gods, she didn't even have time to say anything else before some sort of tube was shoved into her mouth. Eugh- It tasted terrible at first, but something about it was strangely addicting... It actually, it actually didn't taste too terrible. Even if it did look repulsive at first, the pink goop more looking like toothpaste or sludge than anything else. Definitely something she'd find herself shoveling down on a daily basis, that's for sure- Or maybe she would? Ah jeez, Melissa was already getting to her with even this small act. She rustled in her seat a little bit as she teased her, that tease actually... Turning her on a little? Well, like she had thought of things like this in the past- What was she fearing anyways, fuck it- There was no way out of- Alright, now she was losing hope. No, no things would be fine. Though deep down she knew that was the farthest from being true that it could possibly be, and that was made ever-so evident as things started to prick her in her legs. She couldn't help but cringe a bit as they were stabbed into her, but their effects kicked in rather quick too...

Oh wow, ugh- Things felt better, that was for sure. She wasn't really comfortable in this state, but that small turn-on had been pumped up to max and she already felt like cookie-dough. She would say something, but mounds of that pink stuff were being put down her throat. And she didn't have much time to think in between each swallow anyways. Though as she thought more, her thoughts degraded into more childish ones. Not more so a babies, but more a horny teenagers. Her foot was kicking a little now, and she was getting a little shaky. This was turning her on, so much right now! W-why was it... Oh man things were getting hot, she could feel the wetness coming out as she let out a small moan in between the next swallow. W-woah mama, what the hell was she packing in those drugs attached to her feet? She was actually looking more longingly at her now than she'd wanted to, but she obviously couldn't fight it. Those laughs still biting her up like crazy- But she didn't seem to care as much now in her current state. She couldn't even focus too well on what she was saying, the detailed descriptions and the attempt at selling her insane 'toys' to the masses.

O-oh man, she could feel something kicking in down there... But at the very least she could hold things in for now, even if that urge was kicking at her. But it wasn't too long before a sudden [b]blart~[/b] was heard, and her pamps were filled. Even if it did seem like she was fighting back while she was doing that, the weak part it her fighting but the turned on side easily overpowering that. The mound formed easily, and with a couple pushes her filled up behind was open to see all across the world. Eugh- And it was spreading eveywhere too, but she couldn't do much about it in her current state anyways. But as her thoughts moved across many things, the dome was finally lowered. "O-oh man, here it comes..." she said to herself, before another urge she couldn't control took over. Oh yeah~ Oh no! Ugh, what had she gotten herself into.

[00:31] Melissa MushCorp: "Oh! Ohp! Ouu! Look at that, my lovely lumpybottoms, did you hear that sound?~" Melissa cheers on Sestetz as she hears the first little bubbles of brown burst up from that bottom, signature scent filling the air and blending with the bowel-bursts coating the room, the first of many fillings to come in the girl's future - forever, of course, it's not like one escapes MushCorp technology with their mind intact. Or their panties clean! That other, terrible, competitor's diaper is spared the punishment, Sestetz's hips wrapped in a proper MuddButt™ brand brownie-bottom, proprietary technology covering up her tushie and showing off her best ass-ets most awesomely. If one is so inclined to look close, the intricacies of her ickies can be spotted so clearly, a white background obscuring every detail but letting the shape of her sloppiness be shown off to the world: A ball of baked brownies, falling from the lovely lumpbottom's fanny, now wrapped snug in two inches of Melissa's signature brand. And it's a good thing too, because judging by how much feed was being pumped into her mouth, she was going to need every last inch they had.~

See, it's not that the feed is particularly icky - infact, the more she tastes it, it's goddamn delicious - or that it's runny, or anything, it's that it's being pumped into the poor darling's mouth at a faster pace than she can process, having to simply switch her gullet to "Open" and pausing every so often to breathe, letting the machine do the work for her and push her full. The girl's tummy bulges out with toots-to-come, a whole slew of gurgling and groaning sounds coming as the magic formila for muddy missuses works away at her digestive system, adding about 500 more horsepower to the equipment she'd had. It doesn't mean her stomach goes down, but it takes less than a damn minute for what was previously occupying the cutie's colon to be crooned out and for the decadent doughy soft-serve that was MushCorp brand icky-icecream to begin bursting from her bottom tap. And it doesn't stop, it doesn't come in fits or bursts, just one constant, rosebud-sretching ordeal, never allowed to properly shut again. Her backdoor had work to do, and breaks were forbidden.♥ Constant, steady as the flow of fuel flew down her throat, body forced to merge with the machine and simply become a cog in it, all remnants of human function stripped from her form until she was less than a cow - she was a chemical reaction. A biological process, little better than bacteria grown in a lab to make a by-product.

Well, except one part. That brain of hers, probably freaking out right about now, battered with more chemicals than it knew what to do with, coursing through her blood that was more what Melissa wanted pumping through her body than red blood cells at this point. And every drop of what Melissa intended flooded past her brain, of course, especially that aphrodisiac, that pink piped down the tubes attached to her arms and shoved directly into her circulatory system, keeping her slit on fire with a piping-hot desire to be toyed with, plunged into, flicked endlessly, wanting little more than to cum until she could pass out. Straining against those bonds didn't help her ache in the slightest. But.. As she felt the slew of slop slide down her crack and begin coating her front, an idea-bulb went on above the girl's brain, feeling the toasty-warmth of her own production slide across her lower lips, her waste wicking about her womanhood and stoking her flame. Just that little, eenie-weenie bit if stimulation, the feeling of her freshly-baked buttbread brushing against her ladybits, was enough to send an explosion of raw love through that body. One that coursed up and down her every limb, combining with every chemical she was forced to intake and whatever that digestion was doing to her, pure pink bliss bursting from her crotch, to her torso, all across her tits and swamped her brain with more dopamine than it knew what to do with, what mental faculties she had slowly, like the lights in a warehouse after the power was cut, going down one-by-one-by-one, as everything shut down and flooded with more pristine pink bliss... And then faded to black.

Gasp. Adrenaline shot, not allowing her to pass out yet, just wiping her circuitry of the overload it'd been put through and rebooting her internal circuitry, now thoroughly hacked. Her eyes fluttered open, at some point - she had no idea how long it had been, for all she'd known it could've been a second or a day - and at some point the dome that engulfed her senses had started playing up.... a spiral. It was.. Fucking cartoonish, honestly, the kind that were she in a more sober state of mind she'd laugh at and brush off, but her state of mind was tenuous, and nothing close to sober: even thinking her own thoughts was proving a herculean task, the kind that she couldn't focus on.. Better. Easier. Nicer, to just have her eyes glaze over and stare forward, watching the screen shift and pass by, the lovely letters and words whispered in her ears, filling her head with, what, of [i]course[/i] she should [i]obviously[/i] be thinking about: Her tushie and how many tootsie-rolls it could manage to shove into those pretty pampers of hers, how coated she could get her crotch, how much of her produce she could work inside of her petals if she could just push down.. Yeah. It was better to watch the machine, listen to it, swallow, let your mouth lie open and simply become a part of it, let it make you feel good, let it think for you.. Just feel good.

There was, like any human (though it wasn't clear to her if she fit that category anymore) a twinge of horror screaming in the more rational part of her mind. What the fuck was she doing, she should be screaming, she should be fighting, she should be doing everything she could to get that horrible itch out of her crotch, the crux of it all, and make it stop! Anything to make it stop, make it go away, let her escape this predicament with some sembalance of her humanity, her sanity, her.. Well, her dignity was gone about the time she'd creamed herself from the feel of her own fillings.. Cream.. That.. that could make it stop. That's all it took, right? To make it go away? To make her feel blisfful, return to enjoying herself once again without all of these icky worries making her go tense and terse and shiver with the horror of what was in store for her? All it took was.. A grunt.. Just a little more than she was pushing right now, flowing into those filthypants, curling around her cooter, her own lumps licking her.. running up against her.. Scratching that itch, her cooter's cream, freshly-made and scalding hot, brushing against that clit..

And it was all gone. All worries, fears, all gone as her head flooded with enough pink to blow her top off, tears of joy and bliss and liquid yes streaming down her face as glazed-over eyes lost signal for a half-second before another adrenaline shot was pumped through her. Like her hips, her brain was sliding under a stew of her own hedonism, and as it was forced on at the minor cost of 5 IQ points, a part of it wished it never stopped drowning in its own degeneracy.♥ It was right about then that Ses caught her abs contracting, consciously trying to squeeze out her stomach bulge for a basting of brown bliss.♥