diff --git a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
index eadc8d0e1d4af940f46f02817660edeefecf0391..7535d9d982e0cc7786a5a91dc24fabb9ee0e1a4c 100644
--- a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
+++ b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
@@ -597,7 +597,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`beaten`);
}
r.push(`children in slave chains that look like obvious S & M props to your well-trained eye. The angry woman's rant is still continuing from the background, but suddenly stops to be replaced with a yell: <i>"Get the fuck away from the subjects, you better not be fucking filming any..."</i> and the video cuts out.</p>`);
- r.push(`The segment cuts back to two news anchors, a dark-haired man with a mustache and an aging bottle blonde.`);
+ r.push(`<p>The segment cuts back to two news anchors, a dark-haired man with a mustache and an aging bottle blonde.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The bottle blonde speaks to the viewers. "Some of you may recognize the woman in that video as Angry Red, noted femsupremacist and a leading figure in the old world Emancipation Movement. The video you saw was released along with countless other media files and documents from the movement in the EmancipationGate hacktivist attack. This particular video has been confirmed by computer analysis to be behind the scenes footage from the movement's latest documentary about the horrors of slavery."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The mustached man looks knowingly at the camera. "Anyone remotely familiar with Free City slavery knew the documentary was complete bullshit, but what we didn't know was just how far those radicalists were willing to go to make us all look bad."</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
@@ -618,7 +618,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
if (V.PC.skill.medicine === 100) {
r.push(`You vaguely recognize both of them from your time studying medicine.`);
}
- r.push(`One of them continues the conversation, apparently answering a question. "That's right, the results of our research tell us what everyone already suspected, but now with an indisputable weight of evidence behind it." The other nods and continues, "our meta analysis examines over two decades of data, and nearly 6000 independent studies. We can safely say that free city slaves are healthier than the average person living anywhere in the old world. While a few of the wealthiest countries of the old world may surpass one or two areas, our slaves have better nutrition, standard of living, are more psychologically stable, have longer lives, and are happier on average as well." The first gentleman interjects, "We even found strong evidence that the higher sexual tempo and libido-stimulating training given to sex slaves greatly contributes to their life span; they live even longer than the average slave, and even look younger than their age."</p>`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>One of them continues the conversation, apparently answering a question. "That's right, the results of our research tell us what everyone already suspected, but now with an indisputable weight of evidence behind it." The other nods and continues, "our meta analysis examines over two decades of data, and nearly 6000 independent studies. We can safely say that free city slaves are healthier than the average person living anywhere in the old world. While a few of the wealthiest countries of the old world may surpass one or two areas, our slaves have better nutrition, standard of living, are more psychologically stable, have longer lives, and are happier on average as well." The first gentleman interjects, "We even found strong evidence that the higher sexual tempo and libido-stimulating training given to sex slaves greatly contributes to their life span; they live even longer than the average slave, and even look younger than their age."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The camera switches back to the two anchors, showing an excited Jules hefting and bouncing her tits. "They've barely sagged at all since they stopped growing, now I know why!"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>As the AnchorSlave continues to squeeze, one of the researchers answers from off camera. "That's right, it can be rather amazing. To tell you the truth, we didn't believe it at first, but the evidence made it too hard to ignore." Jules starts looking toward the backstage area trying to signal someone as the other researcher continues. "It's also important not to wear a bra unless you're doing high-impact cardio. We've known since the mid 20th century that wearing bras causes sagging; bras devastate the breasts of`);
if (V.seePreg === 0) {
@@ -658,10 +658,8 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
const r = [];
const MSL = App.Entity.facilities.dairy.employeesIDs().size;
- r.push(`<p>The intro sequence shows a succession of beautiful ladies either participating in a mixture of contrived competitions, or talking and going about their lives in a sorority-like setting.`);
- r.push(`The montage is overlaid with a narrator's voice: "12 of Canadia Arcology's most attractive women are all competing for the privilege of having the arcology owner's children.`);
- r.push(`Clint Miles has desirable genes, and these ladies are determined to prove their worth as gestators.`);
- r.push(`And here in Canadia, there are no restrictions on fertility drugs for the winner, so the competition this season is fierce! ${V.FCTV.channel.two} ladies have already been sent packing, who will be Canadia's... Next Top Breeder!?" The title finally pops up, redundantly labeling the show as 'Next Top Breeder: Canadia'.`);
+ r.push(`<p>The intro sequence shows a succession of beautiful ladies either participating in a mixture of contrived competitions, or talking and going about their lives in a sorority-like setting.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The montage is overlaid with a narrator's voice: "12 of Canadia Arcology's most attractive women are all competing for the privilege of having the arcology owner's children. Clint Miles has desirable genes, and these ladies are determined to prove their worth as gestators. And here in Canadia, there are no restrictions on fertility drugs for the winner, so the competition this season is fierce! ${V.FCTV.channel.two} ladies have already been sent packing, who will be Canadia's... Next Top Breeder!?" The title finally pops up, redundantly labeling the show as 'Next Top Breeder: Canadia'.`);
if (MSL >= 1) {
r.push(`</p><p>You don't spend very much time actually watching the show; the randy opening, perverted competitions, and constant talk of creampies quickly has`);
if (MSL >= 1 && S.Concubine !== 0) {
@@ -678,6 +676,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`the pleasure slaves in your bed eager for some attention from their own arcology owner. You spend the rest of the evening doing something a lot more fun than watching reality TV.`);
}
}
+ r.push(`</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -708,7 +707,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`baby bumps`);
}
- r.push(`can get through easily. Their final results weren't refined enough to use in your own home, but were pretty amazing for the economy-sized apartment they filmed at.`);
+ r.push(`can get through easily. Their final results weren't refined enough to use in your own home, but were pretty amazing for the economy-sized apartment they filmed at.</p>`);
r.push(`At the end of the show they test out the new doorways by bringing in a somewhat unusual slave. A naked`);
if (V.seeDicks === 0) {
r.push(`<i>funny cow</i>`);
@@ -731,13 +730,13 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`dozen babies.`);
}
}
- r.push(`The`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>The`);
if (V.seeDicks === 0) {
r.push(`<i>fun</i>`);
} else {
r.push(`futa`);
}
- r.push(`cow ambles through the modified door without a problem, resulting in a bouncy victory dance from the naked twins.`);
+ r.push(`cow ambles through the modified door without a problem, resulting in a bouncy victory dance from the naked twins.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -750,7 +749,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
get text() {
const r = [];
r.push(`<p>It seems like this time they are working on setting up a slave nutrition system inside a moderately-sized apartment. They're installing a deluxe system that has integrated nutritional sensing in addition to a food system that supplies the unit's two feeder/med-dispenser combo units. Amazingly, the whole thing fits into the kitchen without a problem, as they located the main system housing in the pantry. When they're finished, you couldn't tell the nutrition system is there, except for the two large dildos that are sticking out of the side of a cabinet.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>After their work is done, you're treated to watching the young twins testing the system out. They each take one feeder and ride it to get a test suppository, before turning around and inhaling the cockfeeders for a small meal. You wonder at their choice for the order of events, sucking the cockfeeder they had just finished ramming up their ass, but they were so enthusiastic about it that you decide they probably liked it that way.`);
+ r.push(`<p>After their work is done, you're treated to watching the young twins testing the system out. They each take one feeder and ride it to get a test suppository, before turning around and inhaling the cockfeeders for a small meal. You wonder at their choice for the order of events, sucking the cockfeeder they had just finished ramming up their ass, but they were so enthusiastic about it that you decide they probably liked it that way.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
},
@@ -850,9 +849,9 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
const {He, he} = getPronouns(slave);
r.push(`<p>Next up, we have ${addA(slave.race)} <span class="pink">MILF.</span> ${He}'s no longer young, but still quite attractive. ${He} has been a slave for many years now, and has been trained well. ${He} also has a good array of skills that you can put to use. ${He} has huge tits and a huge ass to play with, but ${he}'d also make good`);
if (V.seePreg === 0) {
- r.push(`<i>sandwiches</i>.`);
+ r.push(`<i>sandwiches</i>.</p>`);
} else {
- r.push(`stock for a breeding program.`);
+ r.push(`stock for a breeding program.</p>`);
}
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -885,7 +884,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
}
},
{// mpreg dickgirl
- tags: {dicks: true, preg:true},
+ tags: {dicks: true, preg: true},
get slaves() { return [App.Data.FCTV.actors.mpreg]; },
text: function(slave) {
const {girl, his, he, him} = getPronouns(slave);
@@ -896,7 +895,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
},
// 'Husbandry with Millie'
5: {
- tags: {preg:true},
+ tags: {preg: true},
loop: true,
intro: `which is currently showing an episode of the slave-breeding for beginners series: 'Husbandry with Millie'. The show is hosted by the famous and charismatic Millie, a slave breeder from Arcturus who appears to be in her mid thirties. She's wearing something resembling a maternity dress over her large pregnant belly, but the loose fabric doesn't hide her enormous hips and complementary ass. The dress only comes part of the way up her chest, leaving her large milk-engorged breasts exposed as they rest atop the fabric. Millie begins the show the same way as always, by giving her viewers some encouragement. "Anyone can become a breeder, even you! Just be willing to learn, and as I always say..." she pats her full belly meaningfully "be ready to get your hands dirty!"`,
episode: [
@@ -930,9 +929,9 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
}
r.push(`from behind her back, "or no bull?" This time she whips out something resembling a turkey baster. She gives both a hard squeeze, and they both squirt out a jet of`);
if (V.seeDicks === 0) {
- r.push(`<i>whipped cream.</i>`);
+ r.push(`<i>whipped cream.</i></p>`);
} else {
- r.push(`alabaster fluid.`);
+ r.push(`alabaster fluid.</p>`);
}
r.push(`She drops both of the spent tools and turns to walk towards her chair, the camera follows to give a good view of hefty ass and swinging hips.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Sitting down in her comfortable-looking chair, Millie begins her lecture. "So, thanks to the miracles of the modern dairy and industrial`);
@@ -961,7 +960,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`jizz!`);
}
- r.push(`You do have to do the leg work, but think of it as picking the best bull for your breeding plan. As you get more established, purchase an older bull for yourself. Older bulls are better-behaved, and still perfectly capable of helping to take care of your pregnant sluts, when they aren't knocking up the empty ones, that is. A slave may be old, but the DNA in that`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>You do have to do the leg work, but think of it as picking the best bull for your breeding plan. As you get more established, purchase an older bull for yourself. Older bulls are better-behaved, and still perfectly capable of helping to take care of your pregnant sluts, when they aren't knocking up the empty ones, that is. A slave may be old, but the DNA in that`);
if (V.seeDicks === 0) {
r.push(`<i>banana juice</i>`);
} else {
@@ -1003,19 +1002,19 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`taste test the droplet of precum hanging from its semi-erect cock.`);
}
- r.push(`"You know how to pick a good bull too." She snaps her fingers, and the slave from earlier trots into view. The fertile slave gets down on all fours with her legs spread wide, and points her dripping snatch at the waiting bull`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>"You know how to pick a good bull too." She snaps her fingers, and the slave from earlier trots into view. The fertile slave gets down on all fours with her legs spread wide, and points her dripping snatch at the waiting bull`);
if (V.seeDicks === 0) {
r.push(`<i>to let it know that she isn't a threat.</i>`);
} else {
r.push(`to entice it into a good fucking and insemination.`);
}
- r.push(`Millie continues, "And of course, you know how to bring the two together to get your bitches good and bred.`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>Millie continues, "And of course, you know how to bring the two together to get your bitches good and bred.`);
if (V.seeDicks === 0) {
r.push(`<i>The bull snorts contentedly, and lets out a short "moo!"</i>`);
} else {
r.push(`The bull's cock quickly swells to full mast, and with a nod from Millie he positions himself on his knees behind the sow and mounts her.`);
}
- r.push(`As the two slaves behind her`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>As the two slaves behind her`);
if (V.seeDicks === 0) {
r.push(`<i>laugh and play,</i>`);
} else {
@@ -1035,7 +1034,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`as little as a year.`);
}
- r.push(`Fact is, the newer models can have a sow ready to be bred in half a year, and give 'em some training and conditioning on the way. I've even heard rumors that the most cutting-edge tech will do it in 3 months."</p>`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>Fact is, the newer models can have a sow ready to be bred in half a year, and give 'em some training and conditioning on the way. I've even heard rumors that the most cutting-edge tech will do it in 3 months."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"You may be thinking: 'as if I could ever afford something like that!'" Millie gives the camera a bright smile. "Don't worry; Mamma Millie's got you covered. It's true that most of you won't be able to afford one of these, not to mention the special electrical hookups and maintenance... but the fact that better models exist means that the older models don't have much use for the types of people that <b>can</b> afford them. That means empty incubators that are just too valuable to simply dispose of, and a chance for you to rent or lease one or two of 'em long enough to get a major jump start on your breeding program. It'll still be expensive, maybe even as much as a high-quality slave ready to be trained. You'll also have to deal with and treat the chemical damage. But when it comes to developing a solid breeding line to produce high quality litters, the time savings can't be beat. Just don't expect the ones fresh out of the incubator to be good for much other that making new slaves!"</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -1047,7 +1046,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
loop: false,
get intro() {
const r = [];
- r.push(`which is currently showing an episode of the 'Modern Dairy' edutainment series, which opens with a montage of milk-related food and cooking shots. After the last of the opening credits disappears, the show sticks to a single shot from the montage, a delicious looking bowl of cereal. The camera zooms out to reveal the show's host wearing her trademark cow print leotard, and getting just a little too much enjoyment out of her cereal. She slowly puts the spoon down while savoring her cereal, reluctantly swallowing and starting the show. "Hi there y'all, welcome to another episode of Modern Dairy!" She gives the camera a wave — setting her gargantuan melons wobbling inside the spandex-like leotard — and the camera fades to black.`);
+ r.push(`which is currently showing an episode of the 'Modern Dairy' edutainment series, which opens with a montage of milk-related food and cooking shots. After the last of the opening credits disappears, the show sticks to a single shot from the montage, a delicious looking bowl of cereal. The camera zooms out to reveal the show's host wearing her trademark cow print leotard, and getting just a little too much enjoyment out of her cereal. She slowly puts the spoon down while savoring her cereal, reluctantly swallowing and starting the show. "Hi there y'all, welcome to another episode of Modern Dairy!" She gives the camera a wave — setting her gargantuan melons wobbling inside the spandex-like leotard — and the camera fades to black.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
},
episode: [
@@ -1075,7 +1074,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`big ol' balls that need milked too.`);
}
- r.push(`There's an attachment there for a stretch mesh just like what we use for the udders, it supports 'em nice and comfortable. There's even a motor in the table there, moves the mesh to roll 'em around a bit and keep 'em producing."</i> Anabell points toward the groin device. <i>"We call this miracle gadget here a 'cup'... cause it looks like one, right?"</i> Both Beth and Anabell give a chuckle at the rather flat joke. <i>"Probably the best way to explain it'd be to take it out, would you like to see?"</i></p>`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>There's an attachment there for a stretch mesh just like what we use for the udders, it supports 'em nice and comfortable. There's even a motor in the table there, moves the mesh to roll 'em around a bit and keep 'em producing."</i> Anabell points toward the groin device. <i>"We call this miracle gadget here a 'cup'... cause it looks like one, right?"</i> Both Beth and Anabell give a chuckle at the rather flat joke. <i>"Probably the best way to explain it'd be to take it out, would you like to see?"</i></p>`);
r.push(`<p>Bess gives an excited nod, "Yes, that'd be great!"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Anabell taps out a practiced rhythm on the cow's ass cheeks, <i>"we wouldn't wanna startle our cow here, so we have signals."</i> The cow shifts her weight slightly to open her thighs more and tilt her hips slightly upward. With a practiced hand, the milk maid reaches in and pulls on the cup. Her arm obstructs the view, but you hear a slight hissing noise. It's only a moment before Anabell is showing the business side of the cup to the camera, revealing the cow's surprisingly wet cunt and gaped vagina along with a loose pink asshole. <i>"So I suppose I'll start with the top here... So this butt plug here is pretty much a butt plug, though it's not meant to stretch a cow out. It helps hold everything in place, so the cup can stay in place without much suction, too much suction for too long is pretty bad for a cow and her unborn calves. At the tip you can see it looks a bit different than a normal butt plug; there's an opening that can feed in meds and liquids to keep 'em hydrated and healthy. There's also a gas diff.. diss... sorry, a gas diffusion membrane that lets out any pressure for practical reasons. The cup here also collects it though, something about methane and not wasting anything. This yellow tube here is where the gas goes."</i></p>`);
r.push(`<p>Anabell points at the large and vaguely mechanical looking dildo. <i>"Below the butt plug is the pussy plug. It does a whole bunch of things. Of course it helps stimulate the cow to improve production, but it also collects the cow's lubricant. As a cow gets closer to birth it stretches her out real good, and gets her hips ready to open nice and wide, so that the calves come out real easy. After eight months, we swap it out for one with a cervix massager."</i> Pointing to the nubby bottom area of the cup, she continues. <i>"Down here there are all these mechanical nubs that move around and vibrate, they keep a cow nice and stimulated. You can't really see it, but this is also where it collects the cow's`);
@@ -1104,7 +1103,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`to get her monstrous python of a cock throbbing and ready, and she doesn't waste any time hilting herself in the cow's ready pussy.`);
}
- r.push(`There's a loud muffled moo, and the camera reluctantly moves to get a shot of Bess.<p>`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>There's a loud muffled moo, and the camera reluctantly moves to get a shot of Bess.<p>`);
r.push(`<p>Bess is on her hands and knees, her mouth full of nipple and milk, messily trying to keep up with the output of the prodigious mammary. She pinches the nipple to stop drinking for a moment so that she can speak to the camera. "Oh my god! This milk is SOOO good!" She sucks the cow's long nipple back into her mouth and resumes her feast.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
@@ -1131,7 +1130,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`Your practical experience means that this program is unlikely to tell you anything you don't already know, but you watch anyway to see how an average citizen views an arcology.`);
}
- r.push(`A likely-artificial voice of an older man narrates while the program displays video to demonstrate the topic being narrated. The show looks crisp and professional, but you can tell it doesn't have the budget that the more sexually-charged shows do.`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>A likely-artificial voice of an older man narrates while the program displays video to demonstrate the topic being narrated. The show looks crisp and professional, but you can tell it doesn't have the budget that the more sexually-charged shows do.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
},
episode: [
@@ -1165,7 +1164,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
]
},
8: {// "Extreme Gestation for Fun and Profit"
- tags: {hyperPreg:true, preg:true},
+ tags: {hyperPreg: true, preg: true},
loop: true,
intro: `which is currently showing a preview of the how-to series "Extreme Gestation for Fun and Profit", hosted by Millie. It seems like the show's going to cover topics ranging from hyper-pregnancy to broodmother implants, and even hints and some sort of medical technique to allow anal pregnancy in males.`,
episode: [
@@ -1176,7 +1175,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
},
]
},
- 9: {// Channel //TODO chain for shows a bit weird in original, would skip to next show if FS locked. Maybe add a fallback that show is boring. OOH! Or else make each FS its own episode, and shuffle.
+ 9: {// FS Documentaries
tags: {},
loop: true,
intro: ` which is currently showing a documentary on the `,
@@ -1198,7 +1197,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
if (policies.countEugenicsSMRs() > 0) {
r.push(`It also points out the practical problems that the mass importation of slaves will cause in the gene pool.`);
}
- r.push(`<p>Overall, it's a convincing documentary, if a little too emotional for your tastes.</p>`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>Overall, it's a convincing documentary, if a little too emotional for your tastes.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
},
@@ -1222,7 +1221,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
get text() {
const r = [];
if (V.arcologies[0].FSGenderFundamentalist === "unset") {
- r.push(`increasingly-popular Gender Radicalist movement titled: "Power, not Biology". After the opening credits, the documentary introduces an androgynous documentarian in a nicely-cut suit. The finely tailored suit doesn't try to hide the person's breasts, which seem to be a pretty average D-cup. Similarly, another bulge is visible stretching down one of the pants legs. The futanari opens with a pretty simple question: "Am I a man, or am I a woman?" The documentary is focused on answering that question in the context of a modern era where medical science means that genitalia are irrelevant. It argues that a person's body no longer has any relation to their sexuality or ambition, that being free means choosing the body that pleases you most, and that society needs new criteria from which to determine gender.`);
+ r.push(`increasingly-popular Gender Radicalist movement titled: "Power, not Biology". After the opening credits, the documentary introduces an androgynous documentarian in a nicely-cut suit. The finely tailored suit doesn't try to hide the person's breasts, which seem to be a pretty average D-cup. Similarly, another bulge is visible stretching down one of the pants legs. The futanari opens with a pretty simple question: "Am I a man, or am I a woman?" The documentary is focused on answering that question in the context of a modern era where medical science means that genitalia are irrelevant. It argues that a person's body no longer has any relation to their sexuality or ambition, that being free means choosing the body that pleases you most, and that society needs new criteria from which to determine gender.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The criteria suggested by the documentary is power. The idea is simple; the powerful are male, the weak are female. It argues that the biology and sexual proclivities of a person simply can't represent them any longer. The powerful are often free to choose the body and activities they wish to pursue, while the weak have those decisions made for them. It's a practical argument, and the documentary gives a long list of evidence supporting it, from expert interviews to ancient civilizations that followed a similar idea. The concept is somewhat appealing to you; after all, you wield extraordinary power, and a large part of that power includes altering the bodies of others. Whatever you choose to do, you can't see any reason to let your slaves and citizens criticize you for it.</p>`);
} else if (V.arcologies[0].FSGenderRadicalist === "unset") {
r.push(`conservative Gender Fundamentalism movement titled: "It's Eve, NOT Steve". After the outdated graphics finish displaying the garish opening credits, a portly man in late middle age introduces himself as Reverend Brad, the apparent commentator of the program. You don't pay much attention, but learn that apparently the Futanari Sisters are whore agents of Satan. You also learn that you're apparently destined for hell because of the medical technology in your penthouse that could be used to alter someone's naughty bits. You did get a good laugh when the reverend started yelling that choir boys are boys, and if he wanted a girl he would've found a nun.</p>`);
@@ -1319,7 +1318,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
get text() {
const r = [];
if (V.arcologies[0].FSTransformationFetishist === "unset") {
- r.push(`spreading Body Purist movement titled: "Don't Settle for Imitations". The opening credits are displayed over a series of comparison images showing beautiful breasts and asses next to obviously artificial imitations of the same. The screen splits and shows the two hosts in their own environments side by side. One is an extremely attractive doctor, her body is exquisitely curvy underneath her lab coat and her face is an impossible combination of beautiful and cute. The other host is an artist with graying hair; he's working in his studio to create a life-size sculpture of the first host. He starts off the documentary by asking why people are so eager to destroy the natural beauty of the human form. The doctor continues by asking why people are so impatient that they get implants instead of using a superior process of targeted hormonal growth.`);
+ r.push(`spreading Body Purist movement titled: "Don't Settle for Imitations". The opening credits are displayed over a series of comparison images showing beautiful breasts and asses next to obviously artificial imitations of the same. The screen splits and shows the two hosts in their own environments side by side. One is an extremely attractive doctor, her body is exquisitely curvy underneath her lab coat and her face is an impossible combination of beautiful and cute. The other host is an artist with graying hair; he's working in his studio to create a life-size sculpture of the first host. He starts off the documentary by asking why people are so eager to destroy the natural beauty of the human form. The doctor continues by asking why people are so impatient that they get implants instead of using a superior process of targeted hormonal growth.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The documentary keeps up the two-viewpoint style and approaches the issue from two directions. The first is the stark aesthetic differences between natural and artificial bodies. It demonstrates why implants always fall short of the beauty they seek to imitate, and how those with implants are doomed to a vicious cycle of surgery to try and recapture the beauty they lost in the initial surgery. The other angle, presented by the doctor, is a lot more practical. It points out the numerous shortcomings of implants when compared to natural growth, such as the frequent need for maintenance surgeries, the significant extra health risks, the reduced pleasure and sensitivity felt by implant patients, and the extreme difficulty of a patient to get what they want. Taken together the argument is pretty simple: why get implants when other medical options are cheaper, safer, more effective, healthier, and more attractive?</p>`);
} else if (V.arcologies[0].FSBodyPurist === "unset") {
r.push(`rise of the Transformation Fetish titled: "The Mass Insanity of Adding Mass". The opening credits are styled to look like a psychological case study from a mental institution. When the credits finish, the video cuts to a scene of a man sitting behind a desk, the whole shot is high contrast due to the harsh lighting from a lone desk lamp. The middle-aged man screams 'hard-boiled' and looks like he walked straight out of a noir film to host this documentary. His opening monologue makes it pretty clear that this documentary has a lot of parallels with a crime documentary. Worse, is that the evidence and expert witnesses available to the producers were apparently overwhelming, because the program seems rushed trying to fit as much as it can into a narrow time slot.</p>`);
@@ -1352,7 +1351,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
],
},
10: {// 'Cum and Cream Challenge'
- tags: {extreme:true},
+ tags: {extreme: true},
loop: true,
get intro() {
const r = [];
@@ -1439,7 +1438,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`large studly balls`);
}
- r.push(`ready to feed them... once they've earned it, that is! The scales are ready to measure our contestants before they get started, but first....."`);
+ r.push(`ready to feed them... once they've earned it, that is! The scales are ready to measure our contestants before they get started, but first....."</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -1487,7 +1486,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
},
]
},
- 11: {// Channel
+ 11: {// sag-B-gone
tags: {},
loop: true,
intro: ``,
@@ -1508,13 +1507,13 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
if (FCTV.channelCount(1, 'gt')) {
r.push(`, once again,`);
}
- r.push(`which is currently showing an infomercial attempting to sell a product named "sag-B-gone" that claims to be able to prevent breasts from naturally sagging under their own weight.`);
- r.push(`<p>`);
+ r.push(`which is currently showing an infomercial attempting to sell a product named "sag-B-gone" that claims to be able to prevent breasts from naturally sagging under their own weight.</p><p>`);
if (V.purchasedSagBGone === 1) {
- r.push(`You've already made the mistake of ordering the sham of a product. While it gave you a great excuse to fondle breasts, it's not like you needed one in the first place.`);
+ r.push(`You've already made the mistake of ordering the sham of a product. While it gave you a great excuse to fondle breasts, it's not like you needed one in the first place.</p>`);
if (S.Concubine !== 0 && canTalk(S.Concubine)) {
+ r.push(`<p>`);
r.push(Spoken(S.Concubine, `"I told you it wouldn't work, ${Master}. Plus you know you can touch these anytime!"`));
- r.push(`${S.Concubine.slaveName} shakes ${his} chest at you.`);
+ r.push(`${S.Concubine.slaveName} shakes ${his} chest at you.</p>`);
}
} else {
if (FCTV.channelCount(1, 'gt')) {
@@ -1528,6 +1527,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`At the very least it should make for some decent lubricant for a titfuck.`);
}
if (S.Concubine !== 0) {
+ r.push(`</p><p>`);
if (S.Concubine.boobs > 2000 && S.Concubine.boobShape === "saggy") {
r.push(S.Concubine.slaveName);
if (hasAnyArms(S.Concubine)) {
@@ -1537,18 +1537,18 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
}
r.push(`${his} breasts and lets them flop back into their usual saggy position.`);
if (canTalk(S.Concubine)) {
- r.push(Spoken(S.Concubine, `"Far too late for these ladies. I doubt it will work though, products like that never do."`));
+ r.push(Spoken(S.Concubine, `<p>"Far too late for these ladies. I doubt it will work though, products like that never do."</p>`));
} else {
- r.push(`${He} sighs doubtfully.`);
+ r.push(`<p>${He} sighs doubtfully.</p>`);
}
} else if (S.Concubine.boobs > 2000) {
- r.push(`${S.Concubine.slaveName} massages ${his} big breasts.`);
+ r.push(`${S.Concubine.slaveName} massages ${his} big breasts.<p>`);
if (canTalk(S.Concubine)) {
r.push(Spoken(S.Concubine, `"I doubt it will work, but if you're looking for an excuse, you don't need one!"`));
} else {
r.push(`${He} scoffs at the commercial and clearly expresses ${his} doubt before puffing out ${his} chest at you.`);
}
- r.push(`${He} leans into you so ${his} bust flops into your lap.`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>${He} leans into you so ${his} bust flops into your lap.</p>`);
} else {
r.push(S.Concubine.slaveName);
if (hasAnyArms(S.Concubine)) {
@@ -1556,13 +1556,13 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`considers`);
}
- r.push(`${his} breasts.`);
+ r.push(`${his} breasts.</p><p>`);
if (canTalk(S.Concubine)) {
r.push(Spoken(S.Concubine, `"What a joke. I'm sure it doesn't work, plus don't you think they are lovely enough already, ${Master}?"`));
} else {
r.push(`${He} scoffs with doubt before proudly sticking out ${his} chest.`);
}
- r.push(`${He} bounces ${his} tits for you. You'll have to agree with ${him}; not a bit of sag to them.`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>${He} bounces ${his} tits for you. You'll have to agree with ${him}; not a bit of sag to them.`);
}
if (V.PC.boobs >= 1400 && V.PC.boobsImplant === 0) {
r.push(`${He} slides closer to you,`);
@@ -1577,11 +1577,11 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`pushing ${his} head against`);
}
- r.push(`your huge breasts.`);
+ r.push(`your huge breasts.</p><p>`);
if (canTalk(S.Concubine)) {
- r.push(Spoken(S.Concubine, `"Oh ${Master}! It feels like YOU might need it!"`));
+ r.push(Spoken(S.Concubine, `"Oh ${Master}! It feels like YOU might need it!"</p>`));
} else {
- r.push(`${He} nuzzles further into your rack.`);
+ r.push(`${He} nuzzles further into your rack.</p>`);
}
if (hasAnyArms(S.Concubine)) {
r.push(`${He} jiggles your boobs in ${his}`);
@@ -1595,7 +1595,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`${He}'s calling you saggy!`);
}
}
- r.push(`You take that as an open invitation and throw the covers over the two of you so you can have a little fun before bed.`);
+ r.push(`<p>You take that as an open invitation and throw the covers over the two of you so you can have a little fun before bed.</p>`);
} else if (V.PC.boobs >= 1400 && V.PC.boobsImplant === 0) {
r.push(`You cup your huge breasts. They're pretty large and you swear they've been drooping a little lately; maybe you could benefit from this cream...`);
}
@@ -1617,8 +1617,8 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
},
]
},
- 12: {// Channel
- tags: {loli:true, incest:true},
+ 12: {// drama series about a girl
+ tags: {loli: true, incest: true},
loop: true,
get intro() {
if (FCTV.channelCount(1)) {
@@ -1631,7 +1631,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
{
get text() {
const r = [];
- r.push(`For a moment you consider changing the channel, but you decide to give it a shot.`);
+ r.push(`For a moment you consider changing the channel, but you decide to give it a shot.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The woman posed in the mirror. She was tall for a woman, fair skinned, and wore a keyhole sweater dress. Her scarlet hair was done in a braid down her back and her plump lips were covered in ruby red lipstick. She was slender, but not intolerably so; at the very least, she filled out her dress enough to avoid being arrested for indecency. All in all, the woman's reflection made for a pleasant picture. The only thing detracting from this scene was her glare.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Hey Scott, do you have anything a bit more conservative?" The woman asked. "We've been over this." Scott said. "Not showing off your breasts is seen as very rude here." Scott frowned, "Well, that's not entirely correct, but it is seen as distinctly unfriendly; the only girls who don't show some cleavage are frigid cunts and old-worlders fresh off the boat."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The woman kept glaring in the mirror. "I understand that, but what is the point of this?" she said, pulling at the slits in the fabric at her sides. "Oh, those are for girls who want get milked on-the-go and not disrupt the view of their cleavage. Also, for this." The man said as he reached through the slits to give her breasts a polite squeeze.</p>`);
@@ -1652,7 +1652,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
{
get text() {
const r = [];
- r.push(`The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.`);
+ r.push(`The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>On his way to the bedroom he passed through the kitchen and caught sight of June preparing lunch. She was tall for a woman. Her hair was a golden blonde and her figure spoke of her ongoing romance with growth drugs. She wore a black thong and an apron embroidered with the words 'Milk the cook'. Which was rather strange considering she normally wore her 'Rape the cook' apron on Saturdays. But he guessed she was still raw from last night.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>He came up behind her and reached into her apron to give her breasts a squeeze. June made a sound of pleasure in response. "Hello master, are you finished with Cathy for today?" He set his chin on the top of her head. "For the moment. After I've tended to Annie and had lunch, I think I'll take Cathy out for a bit. Maybe take the whole family out for ice cream."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>June paused for a moment. "You think she's ready? She still seems rather... willful." She said uncertainly. He gave her breasts a comforting squeeze. "Cathy may be a bit hardheaded, but I don't think she'll make too much of a scene with me there. And besides, I think it's time she had a taste of the local culture. There's not much of a point in teaching her etiquette if she freaks out at every Lactation Station."</p>`);
@@ -1821,7 +1821,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
},
]
},
- 13: {// Channel
+ 13: {// Slaver/raider documentary
tags: {},
loop: true,
episode: [
@@ -1833,35 +1833,34 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`which is currently in`);
}
- r.push(`the middle of a "real life" documentary.`);
- r.push(`<p>The mountain roads started getting dangerous when the rains started getting bad. All that water washed away the earth and loosened up rocks that had been there for ages. Rock slides started getting more and more common, so the roads started getting less and less traffic. People with enough money took planes to get across the mountains, and those without money just stayed put. That is until things started getting worse over there. There was an exodus of desperate people leaving some time ago after their government withdrew from the area, and that many vehicles was enough to bring down the rocks and kill hundreds. All that was left back home was those stupid enough to think things would get better, and those smart enough to realize that crossing was death. Now the roads are in pretty bad shape, but occasionally some groups come through. Either stupid or desperate, and either case works for us.`);
- r.push(`<p>Two vans trundle down the road in the early morning fog, seen only by a pair of vague red shapes on a screen. Probably a family trying their escape. The vehicles slow to a halt and a couple of human shapes step out. A good portion of the road in front of them is gone. Maybe if they were on motorbikes they would be able to use what's left, but, as it stands, they're probably going to have to all get out and walk the rest of the way.`);
- r.push(`<p>The click of static from a radio breaks the silence. "Recon, report?"`);
- r.push(`Someone grabs the radio and responds, "Two vans, both have stopped at the cliff. Unknown numbers. One occupant from each has exited. Not sure if they are the drivers. Hold until more have exited. We'll give the signal. Over."`);
- "Copy, Recon. Waiting for your mark.";
- r.push(`<p>Both figures move back towards the vans. One seems to start doing something with the front of the first van. Possibly sabotaging it so it won't be stolen. The other goes to the back and, after a moment, five more red figures step out into the open. Two look to be about as tall as the first two, but the rest are much shorter.`);
- r.push(`<p> "Look, Mikey, kids," a voice whispers, "they'll turn a good profit."</p>`);
- r.push(`Another voice whispers back, "Jesus, Hamill, only you get excited about kidnapping children."`);
- "They make good money. This is our job. It's what we do.";
- "Yeah, but maybe sound a bit less enthusiastic about it, huh?";
- r.push(`<p>The collection of figures make their way to the second vehicle, one stopping to mess with the front again, and the rest moving to the back. Shortly it becomes clear that nobody is getting out, and the radio clicks on.`);
- r.push(`<p>"This is Recon. Looks like everyone is out of the vehicles. Rear vehicle looks to be just supplies. All teams move in. Over."
- "Copy, Recon. Alpha team, moving in."
- "Bravo, moving in."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>After a long moment, a group of four figures appear at the top of the screen, slowly moving down. Shortly after, another set of four enter from the left. Suddenly both groups dash towards the vehicles, causing what seems to be panic in the family. The children all run to one of the figures, while the rest immediately spread out in between the two teams and the children.`);
- r.push(`<p>The teams slowly spread out, surrounding the family as one of them seems to be madly gesticulating. The gesturing one suddenly makes a rapid grab for his waist which is immediately answered by a bright flash from one of team members and a splattering of quickly fading red on the ground. After a moment the sound of the gunshot finally reaches the recon team. The figure guarding the children dives toward the new growing circle of red, the other two immediately put their hands up, and the children drop to the ground.`);
- r.push(`<p>
- "Nine hundred ¤ bullet."
- "Shut up, Hamill. You saw him going for a gun as well as I did."
- "Yeah, whatever. At least it'll make the kids easier to deal with. Kill a parent and it takes the fight right out of them."
- "You and the damn kids, man."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>The figure atop the body gets dragged off the fading corpse, leaving an imprint of her heat on it. Meanwhile the children are being herded together and the other two are being led back down the road.`);
- r.push(`<p>The radio crackles to life again. "Everything locked down here. Charlie, get down here and get these supplies. Recon, meet us at the LZ. Over."`);
- "This is Charlie, moving to secure.";
- "Recon, moving out.";
- "Recon, moving out.";
- "Recon, moving out.";
- r.push(`<p>The screen is closed as the pool of heat in the middle slowly cools. The camera and computer are grabbed and the recon team leaves the vantage point.`);
+ r.push(`the middle of a "real life" documentary.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The mountain roads started getting dangerous when the rains started getting bad. All that water washed away the earth and loosened up rocks that had been there for ages. Rock slides started getting more and more common, so the roads started getting less and less traffic. People with enough money took planes to get across the mountains, and those without money just stayed put. That is until things started getting worse over there. There was an exodus of desperate people leaving some time ago after their government withdrew from the area, and that many vehicles was enough to bring down the rocks and kill hundreds. All that was left back home was those stupid enough to think things would get better, and those smart enough to realize that crossing was death. Now the roads are in pretty bad shape, but occasionally some groups come through. Either stupid or desperate, and either case works for us.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Two vans trundle down the road in the early morning fog, seen only by a pair of vague red shapes on a screen. Probably a family trying their escape. The vehicles slow to a halt and a couple of human shapes step out. A good portion of the road in front of them is gone. Maybe if they were on motorbikes they would be able to use what's left, but, as it stands, they're probably going to have to all get out and walk the rest of the way.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The click of static from a radio breaks the silence. "Recon, report?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Someone grabs the radio and responds, "Two vans, both have stopped at the cliff. Unknown numbers. One occupant from each has exited. Not sure if they are the drivers. Hold until more have exited. We'll give the signal. Over."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Copy, Recon. Waiting for your mark."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Both figures move back towards the vans. One seems to start doing something with the front of the first van. Possibly sabotaging it so it won't be stolen. The other goes to the back and, after a moment, five more red figures step out into the open. Two look to be about as tall as the first two, but the rest are much shorter.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Look, Mikey, kids," a voice whispers, "they'll turn a good profit."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Another voice whispers back, "Jesus, Hamill, only you get excited about kidnapping children."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"They make good money. This is our job. It's what we do."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Yeah, but maybe sound a bit less enthusiastic about it, huh?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The collection of figures make their way to the second vehicle, one stopping to mess with the front again, and the rest moving to the back. Shortly it becomes clear that nobody is getting out, and the radio clicks on.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"This is Recon. Looks like everyone is out of the vehicles. Rear vehicle looks to be just supplies. All teams move in. Over."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Copy, Recon. Alpha team, moving in."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Bravo, moving in."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>After a long moment, a group of four figures appear at the top of the screen, slowly moving down. Shortly after, another set of four enter from the left. Suddenly both groups dash towards the vehicles, causing what seems to be panic in the family. The children all run to one of the figures, while the rest immediately spread out in between the two teams and the children.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The teams slowly spread out, surrounding the family as one of them seems to be madly gesticulating. The gesturing one suddenly makes a rapid grab for his waist which is immediately answered by a bright flash from one of team members and a splattering of quickly fading red on the ground. After a moment the sound of the gunshot finally reaches the recon team. The figure guarding the children dives toward the new growing circle of red, the other two immediately put their hands up, and the children drop to the ground.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Nine hundred ¤ bullet."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Shut up, Hamill. You saw him going for a gun as well as I did."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Yeah, whatever. At least it'll make the kids easier to deal with. Kill a parent and it takes the fight right out of them."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"You and the damn kids, man."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The figure atop the body gets dragged off the fading corpse, leaving an imprint of her heat on it. Meanwhile the children are being herded together and the other two are being led back down the road.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The radio crackles to life again. "Everything locked down here. Charlie, get down here and get these supplies. Recon, meet us at the LZ. Over."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"This is Charlie, moving to secure."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Recon, moving out."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Recon, moving out."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Recon, moving out."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The screen is closed as the pool of heat in the middle slowly cools. The camera and computer are grabbed and the recon team leaves the vantage point.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -1874,36 +1873,36 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`skipping straight to`);
}
- r.push(`the middle of yet another "real life" documentary.`);
- r.push(`<p>The dull blueish glow of a simple terminal illuminates a haggard, pock-marked face as it gazes at account data just barely in the black. A simple reminder breaks the tense silence between the figure and the machine. "Deployment at 1800. Two hour reminder."`);
- r.push(`<p>With a heavy sigh the figure shuts the terminal and heads out into the sun-lit concourse, grabbing a simple handbag as they go. They join the flowing chaos of people heading in the direction of the market sectors. After a time they break from the river of bodies toward a multi-level piece of solid, pristine white built into the massive, slowly curving wall of businesses that makes up the center of the arcology's markets. The simple black text marks the building as "Vinewood Hospital." A crystal clear door slides open silently at the figure's approach, the thin, metal frame moving being the only indication that anything had changed. The interior of the structure is, like the exterior, a chilly, sterile white. A few staff in simple, pastel scrubs move around the open reception area, all making efforts to stay clear of the figure's path toward the reception counter.`);
- r.push(`<p>At their approach, the reception slave gives a smile that only looks slightly forced, "How can I help you today?"`);
+ r.push(`the middle of yet another "real life" documentary.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The dull blueish glow of a simple terminal illuminates a haggard, pock-marked face as it gazes at account data just barely in the black. A simple reminder breaks the tense silence between the figure and the machine. "Deployment at 1800. Two hour reminder."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>With a heavy sigh the figure shuts the terminal and heads out into the sun-lit concourse, grabbing a simple handbag as they go. They join the flowing chaos of people heading in the direction of the market sectors. After a time they break from the river of bodies toward a multi-level piece of solid, pristine white built into the massive, slowly curving wall of businesses that makes up the center of the arcology's markets. The simple black text marks the building as "Vinewood Hospital." A crystal clear door slides open silently at the figure's approach, the thin, metal frame moving being the only indication that anything had changed. The interior of the structure is, like the exterior, a chilly, sterile white. A few staff in simple, pastel scrubs move around the open reception area, all making efforts to stay clear of the figure's path toward the reception counter.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>At their approach, the reception slave gives a smile that only looks slightly forced, "How can I help you today?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Alex Hamilton to see Stephen Hamilton."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>"Stephen Hamilton... account number oh, oh, six, two, three, one, correct?"`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Stephen Hamilton... account number oh, oh, six, two, three, one, correct?"</p>`);
r.push(`Alex simply nods in response.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>"Then if you would wait a moment, a nurse will be here shortly."`);
- r.push(`<p>Not a minute later and a particularly short woman jogs up to the counter. "Alex, dear," she says with a grin, "lovely to see you again. This way, this way," and she turns back to head the way she came, Alex in tow.`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Then if you would wait a moment, a nurse will be here shortly."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Not a minute later and a particularly short woman jogs up to the counter. "Alex, dear," she says with a grin, "lovely to see you again. This way, this way," and she turns back to head the way she came, Alex in tow.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"I know it's only been few days, but how have you been?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Well enough, work has been, well, work. How's Stephen doing?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Oh, I'm sure, especially with what you do. He's the same as last time. Still responding well to the treatment. No significant side effects. Doc Percy says he's probably going to be on a limited curative dose for at least another month to avoid exasperating the condition. Here, just a moment."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>The nurse opens one of the many doors in the pristine, white hall and leans in. "Stevie, dear, you've got someone here to see you," she says before leaning back out and giving a nod to Alex who walks into the room.`);
- r.push(`<p>The room is a sharp contrast to the sterile hospital feeling of the rest of the building, looking like a child's room you might have seen in a suburban home before things started falling apart. The clean, warm, homey feeling of safety is accentuated by sunlight pouring in from an artificial window that looks out to a lightly forested field. A small collection of toys is scattered about the soft carpet and a small breeze blows through the room from a small ceiling fan. On the bed is a young boy sitting up and rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Hey, kiddo," Alex says, stepping further into the room and shutting the door, "How are you feeling?"`);
- r.push(`The boy immediately perks up at the voice and, leaping out of bed, performs what very well could have been a tackle if he were larger. "Dad!" he shouts, trying his best to avoid sliding down from where he latched onto his father. Laughing gently, Alex picks up his son and wraps him in a hug of his own.`);
+ r.push(`<p>The nurse opens one of the many doors in the pristine, white hall and leans in. "Stevie, dear, you've got someone here to see you," she says before leaning back out and giving a nod to Alex who walks into the room.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The room is a sharp contrast to the sterile hospital feeling of the rest of the building, looking like a child's room you might have seen in a suburban home before things started falling apart. The clean, warm, homey feeling of safety is accentuated by sunlight pouring in from an artificial window that looks out to a lightly forested field. A small collection of toys is scattered about the soft carpet and a small breeze blows through the room from a small ceiling fan. On the bed is a young boy sitting up and rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Hey, kiddo," Alex says, stepping further into the room and shutting the door, "How are you feeling?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`The boy immediately perks up at the voice and, leaping out of bed, performs what very well could have been a tackle if he were larger. "Dad!" he shouts, trying his best to avoid sliding down from where he latched onto his father. Laughing gently, Alex picks up his son and wraps him in a hug of his own.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"So I guess you're feeling well then?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Mmhm, Mister Newport said I was doing good and when I puke there's hardly any blood anymore."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Good, I'm glad to hear it, but you probably shouldn't jump out of bed like that," he says, setting Stephen down, "you don't want to accidentally hurt yourself by playing too hard, right?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Yes, dad," he replies, a bit dejectedly, "but I was excited to see you."</p>`);
- r.push(`Alex drops to one knee and gently tussles the boy's hair. "I know, just be careful okay? Now how about we play some games, huh?"`);
- r.push(`Stephen's eyes light up and he begins running toward a shelf of boxes before catching himself and slowing down.`);
- r.push(`<p>For the next hour the two play a variety of games while the nurse occasionally checks in. Eventually Stephen actually falls asleep in the middle of quite a rousing bout of Connect Four. Alex carries the boy to bed where he watches him sleep until a call drags his attention away.`);
+ r.push(`<p>Alex drops to one knee and gently tussles the boy's hair. "I know, just be careful okay? Now how about we play some games, huh?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Stephen's eyes light up and he begins running toward a shelf of boxes before catching himself and slowing down.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>For the next hour the two play a variety of games while the nurse occasionally checks in. Eventually Stephen actually falls asleep in the middle of quite a rousing bout of Connect Four. Alex carries the boy to bed where he watches him sleep until a call drags his attention away.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Walking to the corner of the room he answers.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Hey, Hamill, we're shoving off in twenty. Where the hell are you?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Calm down. I'm on my way," he says, glancing back at his son, "I had something important to take care of first."</p>`);
- r.push(`"Alright, just get over here, pronto. You know Captain Pantyknot won't wait for you."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Alright, just get over here, pronto. You know Captain Pantyknot won't wait for you."</p>`);
r.push(`"Yeah, I'll see you there."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>The call over, Alex stands next to his son's bed for a moment before reaching into his handbag, pulling out a small stuffed dog, and placing it gently on the nightstand. After planting a gentle kiss on the sleeping child's cheek he moves to leave but is stopped in his tracks by a voice.`);
- r.push(`"Are you going to go and protect people, Dad?"`);
- r.push(`A pained grimace crosses over his face as he locks eyes with the nurse who has a very similar expression. After a long moment he turns back with the most genuine smile a father can muster and says, "I sure am, kiddo. I sure am," before turning again to leave.`);
+ r.push(`<p>The call over, Alex stands next to his son's bed for a moment before reaching into his handbag, pulling out a small stuffed dog, and placing it gently on the nightstand. After planting a gentle kiss on the sleeping child's cheek he moves to leave but is stopped in his tracks by a voice.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Are you going to go and protect people, Dad?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>A pained grimace crosses over his face as he locks eyes with the nurse who has a very similar expression. After a long moment he turns back with the most genuine smile a father can muster and says, "I sure am, kiddo. I sure am," before turning again to leave.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Good luck."</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -1912,33 +1911,33 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
get text() {
const r = [];
r.push(`currently airing a program about the nuances of slave life.`);
- r.push(`<p>The screen fades in with a fly-through shot of what is undoubtedly an arcology penthouse littered with slaves accompanied by a somewhat upbeat piano melody. You recognize many of the traditional additions to a penthouse, though there are some stylistic differences. After a short time the show identifies itself as "The Other Hand" before fading out.`);
- r.push(`<p>The show returns after a brief moment to a shot of a penthouse slave cafeteria that is absolutely filled with slaves. Most are nude but there are a few in maids' uniforms that look to be the current shift of house servants. The low murmur of slaves talking can be heard as a man's voice starts narrating over it.`);
+ r.push(`<p>The screen fades in with a fly-through shot of what is undoubtedly an arcology penthouse littered with slaves accompanied by a somewhat upbeat piano melody. You recognize many of the traditional additions to a penthouse, though there are some stylistic differences. After a short time the show identifies itself as "The Other Hand" before fading out.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The show returns after a brief moment to a shot of a penthouse slave cafeteria that is absolutely filled with slaves. Most are nude but there are a few in maids' uniforms that look to be the current shift of house servants. The low murmur of slaves talking can be heard as a man's voice starts narrating over it.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Like any human, slaves require interaction to maintain a healthy mental state. It is well known that this need can be manipulated to drive even the most rebellious slaves into subservience. It is also known that, like in any environment where the same humans interact with each other over extended periods, slaves will form relationships with other slaves, from the most intense of hatred to the most romantic of relationships."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>The scene shifts to the entrance of a very well decorated brothel lower in the arcology where clearly well cared for slaves are attracting the attention of passersby by showing off their skills in various intimate ways.`);
+ r.push(`<p>The scene shifts to the entrance of a very well decorated brothel lower in the arcology where clearly well cared for slaves are attracting the attention of passersby by showing off their skills in various intimate ways.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"While it may be difficult to effectively prevent rivalries from forming, some slaveowners do mandate against certain positive relationships for any number of reasons. From a desire to seed fear among slaves and prevent them from having a source of solace to a belief that their slaves should be devoted only to their owner."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>Again, the scene changes to a view just inside the entrance of what looks to be the servants' quarters. Slaves in conservative maid's uniforms bustle about, but there are a few knots of slaves talking amongst themselves dotted around.`);
+ r.push(`<p>Again, the scene changes to a view just inside the entrance of what looks to be the servants' quarters. Slaves in conservative maid's uniforms bustle about, but there are a few knots of slaves talking amongst themselves dotted around.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"However, here in the arcology Open Skies, the owner, Charles Greenwich, has no such desires and has stated that he greatly enjoys watching the various relationships between slaves rise and fall and encourages such things within his chattel."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>The scene switches to a surprisingly short, middle-aged man in an outfit reminiscent of the old American West. He's seated in front of the camera with a particular energy and warmth sparkling in his eyes. He speaks, answering a question you didn't hear, "Why, I didn't get where I am now by mistreating my property. Even cows develop friendships, even having best friends. I've seen a cow turn into an inconsolable wreck just because his friend caught ill and had to be put down."`);
+ r.push(`<p>The scene switches to a surprisingly short, middle-aged man in an outfit reminiscent of the old American West. He's seated in front of the camera with a particular energy and warmth sparkling in his eyes. He speaks, answering a question you didn't hear, "Why, I didn't get where I am now by mistreating my property. Even cows develop friendships, even having best friends. I've seen a cow turn into an inconsolable wreck just because his friend caught ill and had to be put down."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Now, that seems like a flaw, don't it? Why let your slaves have the chance of basically losing two when one goes? But believe me when I say you don't want over a hundred and fifty slaves resenting you for not letting them make friendly-like. Not that I'd want to or nothing. They're all dear to me and I want them happy. That's when the best work gets done."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Now, I'm sure you're vying to ask why I don't do nothin' about the rivalries that crop up. That's 'cuz it's a right pain in the ass to fix. You have to sit both parties down and make them talk their problems out. I will admit that I do like seeing it happen some too. It's like high school drama but I get to see it all unfold."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>The shot switches to the inside of a comparatively sparsely populated spa. The gentle splash of water is interspersed with some shots of laughter and bits of louder conversion from the lounging slaves.`);
- r.push(`<p>The narrator begins speaking again, "the fact of the matter is that a happy slave is a healthy slave, and allowing a slave to have friends is one of the more simple ways to achieve that."`);
- r.push(`<p>With that, the credits roll, listing a string of names and titles that completely fail to keep your attention further.`);
+ r.push(`<p>The shot switches to the inside of a comparatively sparsely populated spa. The gentle splash of water is interspersed with some shots of laughter and bits of louder conversion from the lounging slaves.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The narrator begins speaking again, "the fact of the matter is that a happy slave is a healthy slave, and allowing a slave to have friends is one of the more simple ways to achieve that."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>With that, the credits roll, listing a string of names and titles that completely fail to keep your attention further.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
},
]
},
14: {// Channel
- tags: {loli:true},
+ tags: {loli: true},
loop: true,
intro: ``,
episode: [
{
get text() {
const r = [];
- r.push(`which is currently showing the newest episode of a family-oriented soap opera. The intro shows a beautiful family of three, featuring a husband, wife, and young daughter. When they show the events of the previous episode, it quickly becomes clear that this episode is the finale of the current season of the show.`);
+ r.push(`which is currently showing the newest episode of a family-oriented soap opera. The intro shows a beautiful family of three, featuring a husband, wife, and young daughter. When they show the events of the previous episode, it quickly becomes clear that this episode is the finale of the current season of the show.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The episode opens with the husband waking up alone in bed and finding a note on his nightstand that his wife had left for him at the end of the previous episode. Through narration in his head, the note is read aloud to the audience.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Jason, I'm sorry you had to find out like this, but I had no other choice. I didn't want to fight about this, and I didn't want you to think you could change my mind. I'm leaving, and this time I'm not coming back. I tried for so many years to make this work, but I never really wanted a family to begin with. I'm no mother, and I never could be. By the time you read this I'll already be in another arcology, much too far away for you to find me. Please take care of Jessica in all the ways I couldn't."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>After finishing the note, Jason weeps into his hands before the camera transitions to a shot showing him in a rather nice kitchen explaining to his daughter where her mother went. His deep sadness is all displayed right there on his face, much to the actor's credit. His daughter leaves for school, but not before looking back through the doorway at her depressed father with pity. The camera pans to one of the large windows illuminating the kitchen, and zooms in on some street whores before dissolving into a shot of Jason walking that same street.</p>`);
@@ -1949,8 +1948,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
if (V.fuckSlaves > 0) {
r.push(`Some of your girls' eyes are already welling with tears.`);
}
-
- r.push(`</p><p>"You're still sad." Jessica says to him, pouting a bit. "I noticed this morning, too. How sad you were that Mommy left. I'm sorry."`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>"You're still sad." Jessica says to him, pouting a bit. "I noticed this morning, too. How sad you were that Mommy left. I'm sorry."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"It's not your fault sweetie. Aren't you sad too?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Yes... I don't understand why Mommy would leave us."</p>`);
@@ -1959,7 +1957,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`<p>Jessica walks across the connected kitchen and living room to her father's spot on the couch, and sits next to him. "I don't want you to be sad anymore, Daddy."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Aw." Jason says, appearing truly touched (you begin to consider investing in this actor). "I know. I love you, Jessica." He pats her head.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p></p>"I love you too, Daddy. And I want to be a family with you. I want to be like Mommy! We can make a new family, and we can be happy forever!" At this, Jason stands up abruptly. His daughter's earlier jubilance is finally making sense.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"I love you too, Daddy. And I want to be a family with you. I want to be like Mommy! We can make a new family, and we can be happy forever!" At this, Jason stands up abruptly. His daughter's earlier jubilance is finally making sense.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Being a mother is hard work, sweetie. It's something you need to be sure about before you just jump into it."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"I know!" Jason's face flashes with disbelief. "No, really! I do! I've been learning about it at school. Today they brought in a boy and a girl from the slave school across the plaza and had them show us how to make a baby, and I kept thinking about you, Daddy. I want to do that with you." A quick shot of Jason's stiffening penis immediately redeems the somber mood of the entire episode, as you realize what's coming.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Jessica notices her father's silent enthusiasm growing in his pants, and steps towards him. "I guess you want that too." That's the last sentence she utters before undoing her father's pants and filling her mouth with his hard cock. She moans into him as she starts sucking, causing his eyes to roll back and for him to grab the top of her head. When she finally manages to swallow him whole, he can't help but audibly moan.</p>`);
@@ -2075,21 +2073,21 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`aka the Pirate channel.`);
r.push(`<p>You're greeted by a man with an eyepatch, a bushy black beard, and a crimson bandanna around his head. He's sitting behind a crude looking bamboo desk. Behind him is the backdrop of a sun rising over the ocean and two slaves in tight revealing sailor outfits swabbing the deck. The whole set looks like some sort of tropical pirate theme and you almost change the channel mistaking the show for a kids show when it catches up to you what the pirate is talking about.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"- An' that be concludin' our special report on the dangers o' dealin' with old world customs agencies an' how to find a scallywag'll right proper let you sneak a bound wench through fer the right bribe. If'n you missed it or be needin' a refresher, catch our rebroadcast in 12 bells time. Now afore the turn of the hourglass we go to our weatherwench Lusty Pearl who's been keepin' a weather eye on the horizon. Lusty?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>The camera cuts to a young blonde girl with her hair braided back in rows. She's wearing a white blouse that's unbuttoned all the way down to her leather corset showing much of her very large rack while hiding little.`);
+ r.push(`<p>The camera cuts to a young blonde girl with her hair braided back in rows. She's wearing a white blouse that's unbuttoned all the way down to her leather corset showing much of her very large rack while hiding little.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Thank ye, Captain Castbeak!" she positively beams with energy as she bounces around, her barely contained breasts keeping your eye as she sways and jumps around the screen.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Today we be keepin' an eye on the acid rain storms as they blow on through the upper Chinese and Mongolian regions on their way to the Bering Strait. If ye be located anywhere around here —" She stretches up with a short pointer that you now realize is part of a prosthetic limb attached to her right hand. "— batten down yer hatches an' wait fer the storm ta' blow over".</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The camera shifts down low now as the green screen map behind her shifts to Australia, Lusty stooping over towards the camera to stay in frame gives you a beautiful view straight down her blouse. "And if'n ye be in Australia yer in for another hot and dry one as this unseasonable drought stretches on fer at least another week."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The camera angle switches again as the map of North America comes on screen overlaid with temperatures. Lusty slowly straightens up and stretches out with a smile clearly giving the camera a show. "An' if'n ye be travelin' across here, beware, this be the worst weather of them all, with dust storms and tornadoes and lightning storms across the continent. If ye be catchin' our broadcast from here, seek a safe port and stay safe." she points again with her pointer hand all across the Midwest.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The weather report continues with more mundane temperature readings and Lusty bubbly bouncing around the screen giving you something to pay attention to when the weather is not about your region.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>When the weather finishes, she crosses her arms under her breasts, emphasizing the pair barely restrained by the laces of her blouse and barely slipping free after her energetic report, as credits of strange and funny pirate themed names begin to flash across the bottom of the screen, she happily begins to sign off. "We here at Pieces o' Eight thank ye fer trustin' us with yer global news an' weather, from our crew to yours, have a merry day!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>You flip off the TV.} News from a pirate, how novel.`);
+ r.push(`<p>You flip off the TV. News from a pirate, how novel.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
},
{
get text() {
const r = [];
- r.push(`the pirate themed channel. Apparently this is a live feed produced by a band of pirates and you tuned in right as they board a small pleasure craft.`);
+ r.push(`the pirate themed channel. Apparently this is a live feed produced by a band of pirates and you tuned in right as they board a small pleasure craft.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Three armed pirates are swiftly sweeping the boat, gathering the passengers, a man, his wife and his two children, on deck and tying them up. The camera is attached to the pirate captain as he sweeps below deck finding their supplies.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Manta, this is Orca" the captain radios. "Looks like they were in for a long trip, there's boxes of supplies down here that would last them weeks."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Aye, Captain Orca, Fleeing ol' world collapse seems like." The reply comes through on the radio. "Don't rightly know where they were headin' to, maybe to Tortuga to be citizens, maybe to another country. Sure is a nice boat though."</p>`);
@@ -2109,7 +2107,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
]
},
16: {// Channel
- tags: {dicks:true},
+ tags: {dicks: true},
loop: true,
get intro() {
// All actors are at least 18
@@ -2195,9 +2193,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`<p>Kate pulls out a large makeup kit. "Ordered from Sears and Roebuck by my husband, as a 'makeup' present for his dalliances. For all the times I used it I never got his attention. But you know, maybe I just never used <i>enough</i>."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>The camera pans away and when it returns, the Indian girl's face is positively caked with the most absurdly overdone makeup you have ever seen. It's both hot and hilarious in the same way.</p>`);
if (S.Concubine.makeup > 0) {
- r.push(`You look at your own concubine's face.`);
- r.push(App.Desc.makeup(S.Concubine));
- r.push(`It's just the way you like it, but it's nowhere near as messy and overdone as the girl in the show.`);
+ r.push(`<p>You look at your own concubine's face. ${App.Desc.makeup(S.Concubine)}It's just the way you like it, but it's nowhere near as messy and overdone as the girl in the show.</p>`);
}
r.push(`<p>"Mmmm, good but now the rest of her seems a little plain," Annie frowns. "Don't loose girls wear big boots?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"I can help with that," Dakota smiles.</p>`);
@@ -2270,10 +2266,10 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`<p>"It's fine." Kate holds up a collection of rubber tubes. "My doc has too many of these anyway. I always did love helping him with the enemas." She soon has it attached near the base of the buttplug, and then running`);
if (V.seePee !== 0) {
- r.push(`a short distance before it splits. "This much fluid in her bowels, the bladder fills fast. You have to let it drain." She explains as she grabs one end. "Ahh."`);
- r.push(`</p><p>"Normally we use a smaller one for this, but, well, whores love this sort of thing." She coats the tip in pitch as well, and then shoves the tube into the Indian's urethra. "Oh, she likes that!" Annie exclaims, as Little Cloud bounces and writhes around for just a moment before she realizes that her bladder is now caught in the same terrible tides as her ass.`);
+ r.push(`a short distance before it splits. "This much fluid in her bowels, the bladder fills fast. You have to let it drain." She explains as she grabs one end. "Ahh."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Normally we use a smaller one for this, but, well, whores love this sort of thing." She coats the tip in pitch as well, and then shoves the tube into the Indian's urethra. "Oh, she likes that!" Annie exclaims, as Little Cloud bounces and writhes around for just a moment before she realizes that her bladder is now caught in the same terrible tides as her ass.</p>`);
} else {
- r.push(`about an arm's span.`);
+ r.push(`about an arm's span.</p>`);
}
r.push(`<p>"Then we just run this one up heeere." Katie waves the tip of the other tube in her face. Cloud shudders but keeps her mouth shut. "Oh, but you are so <i>thirsty</i>, right? Well, we had to do this for a man that damn near died to a mountain lion. Slept for three weeks before he started healing." Kate coats the tip in pitch again and then shoves it far up Cloud's nose. Cloud frantically dances at the discomfort as some of the pressure below is released, but freezes a moment later as an <i>extremely</i> unpleasant flavor arrives in her throat.</p>`);
@@ -2293,14 +2289,14 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`nightcrawlers.`);
}
- r.push(`"Perfect for growing birds."`);
+ r.push(`"</p><p>Perfect for growing birds."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>She carefully parts the labia with the muddy trowel, then checks to see how deep it can go. "There we go!" Annie proclaims as she slides it to one side and begins tipping in`);
if (V.seeBestiality === 0) {
r.push(`<i>birdseed.</i>`);
} else {
r.push(`worm after worm.`);
}
- r.push(`When she seems to run out of room, she begins to push them in by hand. After the bucket is low enough, she carefully pulls out her trowel and Dakota seals the slit shut with pitch. Katie recovers Cloud's loin cloth, which they fix as tightly as they can, and secure the knots again with pitch. There is no room at all to push anything out, and she cannot wriggle her loincloth past her hips. Her hands remain tightly bound behind her back, and her enormous stomach makes anything agility related impossible.</p>`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>When she seems to run out of room, she begins to push them in by hand. After the bucket is low enough, she carefully pulls out her trowel and Dakota seals the slit shut with pitch. Katie recovers Cloud's loin cloth, which they fix as tightly as they can, and secure the knots again with pitch. There is no room at all to push anything out, and she cannot wriggle her loincloth past her hips. Her hands remain tightly bound behind her back, and her enormous stomach makes anything agility related impossible.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"You know, I don't think she could see us on the other side of the 'mountain'." Annie aims a kick at the stomach and then tips the rest of the bucket on Cloud's face.</p>`);
if (V.seeBestiality === 0) {
r.push(`<p>"<i>Shunflower sheedsh!</i>`);
@@ -2313,17 +2309,17 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
} else {
r.push(`bugsh!"`);
}
- r.push(`Cloud somehow finds strength to squirm frantically and scream, rocking her arms back and forth trying to free them. She freezes again, suddenly aware of the wriggling in her vagina, then thrashes and screams even more.</p>`);
+ r.push(`</p><p>Cloud somehow finds strength to squirm frantically and scream, rocking her arms back and forth trying to free them. She freezes again, suddenly aware of the wriggling in her vagina, then thrashes and screams even more.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Shut UP already!" Annie is irate. "I am done hearing you whine about what you like and what you don't like. We gave you drink, we gave you food. Shut. Your. Beak!" Annie rams the round handle of the trowel deep into Cloud's mouth, then ties the middle of the trowel tightly with rawhide before fastening it behind her head. She bends the metal to point down a bit. "See? Silence. And a beak!"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"One lasssst thing, though." Kate holds up a few boards. "She doesn't quite have chicken feet!" Using the noose the three haul Cloud's bulk upright, and place her feet on the boards. Careful not to pierce the skin or smash the toes, Kate uses U-shaped nails to firmly trap the girl's toes to the board, giving her comically large "sandals." Another coat of thick red paint on the boards, nails, and legs, and her new feet are finished.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Finally, their work is done. Little Cloud is completely unrecognizable. Her face is a slobbery mess, and it's not clear if she is still drooling or if she has begun to leak tea from her mouth. She gives another wet belch, and slouches to the side. Her breasts are the only naturally colored thing left on her body, still trapped and protruding from the now hidden ropes that bind her. Her stomach is so grossly distended that the pitch is showing, giving the impression that her skin is black. The bulge at the back of her loincloth has picked up a few feathers and looks like a sad tail. Her cunt is leaking a single`);
if (V.seeBestiality === 0) {
- r.push(`<p><i>sunflower seed</i>`);
+ r.push(`<i>sunflower seed</i>`);
} else {
r.push(`wriggling worm`);
}
- r.push(`around the loincloth, with many more trapped inside. And her long slender legs are fixed to boards in a mockery of feet.`);
+ r.push(`around the loincloth, with many more trapped inside. And her long slender legs are fixed to boards in a mockery of feet.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Enthing...†she slurs around the trowel. "Ethrything ith..."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Oh it's ending all right." Annie says. "Right, here is how this goes. You are out of here. History. None of us want to touch your filthy sticky hide. If you don't want to <i>pop</i>, I suggest you get back to your little teepee and find someone that cares to help you. If you hurry, you might make it before sundown."</p>`);