From bb50226a256fd006cffe632ed08b47b9157cbd7f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: lowercasedonkey <lowercasedonkey@gmail.com>
Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2020 23:33:51 -0400
Subject: [PATCH] fix punc
---
src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTV.js | 10 +++----
src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js | 56 +++++++++++++++++------------------
2 files changed, 33 insertions(+), 33 deletions(-)
diff --git a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTV.js b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTV.js
index 3f2bda70a46..99decc151e8 100644
--- a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTV.js
+++ b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTV.js
@@ -262,10 +262,10 @@ globalThis.FCTVdisplay = function({ usedRemote = 0, seeAll = 0 } = {}) {
div.append(`It looks like the random function chose `);
}
App.UI.DOM.appendNewElement("span", div, `channel number: ${V.FCTV.channel.selected}`, "bold");
- if () {
-
+ if (V.FCTV.channel.selected === 16) {
+ div.append(`. `);
} else {
-
+ div.append(`, `);
}
}
div.append(displayShow());
@@ -388,8 +388,8 @@ globalThis.FCTVdisplay = function({ usedRemote = 0, seeAll = 0 } = {}) {
if (channel.episode[epToShow].slaves) {
App.Events.drawEventArt(frag, channel.episode[epToShow].slaves);
}
- if (channel.episode[epToShow].intro) {
- $(frag).append(channel.episode[epToShow].intro);
+ if (channel.episode.intro) {
+ $(frag).append(channel.episode.intro);
}
$(frag).append(channel.episode[epToShow].text);
return frag;
diff --git a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
index 7a84e8eb787..634cc250924 100644
--- a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
+++ b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
@@ -551,7 +551,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
],
get text() {
const r = [];
- r.push(`<p>The program is showing some poorly - shot video showing a woman with flaming - red short hair angrily shouting at a large but uncomfortable - looking man.The title text at the bottom says: <b>"EmancipationGate: Emancipation Movement Exposed"</b> The video continues, revealing more of the angry woman.She's short, wearing a sweaty tank top that makes her bushy underarm hair stand out. Based on the audio thus far, it seems she's trying to tell the large man to keep`);
+ r.push(`<p>The program is showing some poorly-shot video showing a woman with flaming-red short hair angrily shouting at a large but uncomfortable-looking man.The title text at the bottom says: <b>"EmancipationGate: Emancipation Movement Exposed"</b> The video continues, revealing more of the angry woman.She's short, wearing a sweaty tank top that makes her bushy underarm hair stand out. Based on the audio thus far, it seems she's trying to tell the large man to keep`);
if (V.seeExtreme === 0) {
r.push(`<i>hugging their captives until they smile</i>,`);
} else {
@@ -563,7 +563,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
} else {
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(`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 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>`);
@@ -929,7 +929,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
} 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(`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 {
@@ -1015,7 +1015,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
loop: false,
get intro() {
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.`);
if (V.seeExtreme === 0) { // TODO: weird shit.
if (V.seeDicks === 0) {
r.push(`<p class="note">CONTENT ADVISOR: Selecting show without too much hugging or hotdogs...</p>`);
@@ -1400,13 +1400,13 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
} else {
r.push(`cock`);
}
- r.push(`before I try out womb inflation!" She uses both hands to grab a handful of each of her large udders. "You know I use my own milk to keep myself pumped up, right ? Well these babies have stepped up their production lately, nearly`);
+ r.push(`before I try out womb inflation!" She uses both hands to grab a handful of each of her large udders. "You know I use my own milk to keep myself pumped up, right? Well these babies have stepped up their production lately, nearly`);
if (V.showInches === 2) {
r.push(`four liters`);
} else {
r.push(`a gallon`);
}
- r.push(`a session with my milker.I figure it was my body's way of telling me it's time to step up my inflation game!"</p>`);
+ r.push(`a session with my milker. I figure it was my body's way of telling me it's time to step up my inflation game!"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Mike laughs along with Mindy before reaching over to grab the closest triangle of Mindy's bikini top. Yanking it up off her breast, he gets a firm grip on her nearly`);
if (V.showInches === 2) {
r.push(`4-inch-long`);
@@ -1627,9 +1627,9 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
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>`);
r.push(`<p> The woman wriggled out of the man's grasp and turned to face him. She attempted to cross her arms across her chest in a protective fashion, but all she managed to do was make her breasts bulge enticingly. Scott sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "You really need to work on that." he said. She just glared at him "I'll never be able to take you out in public, much less find you a job, if you keep acting like that when people try to greet you."</p>`);
r.push(`<p> The woman huffed and turned back to continue glaring at the mirror. "Don't you huff at me young lady." Scott said, his face a stern mask. "If someone doesn't give you a squeeze or press breasts with you the first time you meet, it doesn't mean that they hold your beloved old-world values, it means they're snubbing you." The woman wilted at his words and turned around, opening her mouth to speak.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Any response died on her lips as a little golden haired girl bounced into the room.She wore a thong printed with cartoon cows and nothing else.An old - worlder would say the girl looked 'absurd' or 'cartoonishly proportioned', an arcology citizen would say the old - worlder looked like they needed some cheap tooth removal.In the girl's arms she carried a bundle of clothing. "Daddy, I got more clothes for Cathy." The little girl said, presenting the bundle.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> Any response died on her lips as a little golden haired girl bounced into the room.She wore a thong printed with cartoon cows and nothing else.An old-worlder would say the girl looked 'absurd' or 'cartoonishly proportioned', an arcology citizen would say the old-worlder looked like they needed some cheap tooth removal.In the girl's arms she carried a bundle of clothing. "Daddy, I got more clothes for Cathy." The little girl said, presenting the bundle.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Scott's face softened and gave the little girl's breasts a gentle squeeze before taking the bundle. "Thank you, sweetheart." He said before presenting the bundle to Cathy.His daughter beamed and then jiggled over to sit on the love seat across from the mirror.He followed her to the love seat, sat down, and lifted her on to his lap.She squealed and giggled before wiggling her bottom on his crotch.The girl grabbed her father's hands and guided them to her breasts. Scott obligingly started groping her. Cathy just stared at the bundle with such intensity one might think she was trying to force the clothes to change into jeans and a hoodie with force of will alone. "Go try it on." Scott said. Cathy sighed, walked into the adjacent bathroom and closed the door.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Daddy, why does Cathy have to leave when she changes clothes?" the little girl questioned.Scott continued groping his daughter and thought for a moment before replying. "Sarah, Cathy comes from a very different place and they do things differently there. From her perspective, she is a stranger in an even stranger land." He gave Sarah's breasts a firm squeeze before continuing. "She'll do things that will confuse and irritate you, but I want you to keep being patient with her, ok ? "</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> "Daddy, why does Cathy have to leave when she changes clothes?" the little girl questioned.Scott continued groping his daughter and thought for a moment before replying. "Sarah, Cathy comes from a very different place and they do things differently there. From her perspective, she is a stranger in an even stranger land." He gave Sarah's breasts a firm squeeze before continuing. "She'll do things that will confuse and irritate you, but I want you to keep being patient with her, ok? "</p>`);
r.push(`<p> After a moment, she nodded her head and begrudgingly said, "Ok".Scott smiled at his daughter and kissed the crown of her head before giving her another firm squeeze. "Thank you, sweetheart." Scott grinned and his voice took on a tone that only a parent can manage. "Hey, who's my cuddly moo cow?" Sarah blushed, but said nothing. "Who's my cuddly moo cow?" he asked again, his tone reaching diabetes inducing levels. "I am," she said softly. "You are!" he declared before giving her breasts a jiggle and another kiss on her crown.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> A moment past in companionable silence before Scott remembered something. "Hey sweetheart, why didn't Sadie come back with you?" Sarah made a sound of surprise and said, "Oh, mommy got a bit drippy getting into her exo and needed Sadie for licky. Mommy also wants you to pound her boobies after you're done with Cathy."</p>`);
r.push(`<p> "Alright, June will help you take care of your morning milkies while Sadie and I tend to your mother," he said. "But I wanna watch!" she pleaded.He shook his head and said, "You need to have your milkies and mommy's going to use the bedroom milker, so you're going to use the one in the kitchen." "I can use my backpack milker" she said quickly.He gave her a look and his voice took on a wry tone. "Weren't you just telling me that your milker is old and we need to get you a new one? I guess you'll have to wait until then." Sarah looked up at her father, unshed tears in her eyes. "Please?" she pleaded.Scott sighed deeply and said, "Alright, go get your milker after we're done here." Sarah gave her father a sunny smile and cheered.</p>`);
@@ -1647,9 +1647,9 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
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>`);
r.push(`<p> She still looked somewhat uncertain, but nodded her head. "Whatever you think is best, master." Scott kissed the crown of her head and said, "Don't worry about it. It'll be fine. I'm not throwing her in the deep end yet." He gave her breasts a reassuring squeeze, gave both of her ass cheeks a quick slap and made his way to the bedroom.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> As he stepped into the bedroom a breathy voice called out him. "Howdy there, stranger. Say, could you help me out with a little something?" She had the same blonde hair and blue eyes of her daughter.Her face could be called angelic, but her expression changed her visage into that of a lustful succubus.Truly, she could inspire awe and lust in old - worlders and citizens of the Free Cities alike.However, her figure would prove more divisive.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> As he stepped into the bedroom a breathy voice called out him. "Howdy there, stranger. Say, could you help me out with a little something?" She had the same blonde hair and blue eyes of her daughter.Her face could be called angelic, but her expression changed her visage into that of a lustful succubus.Truly, she could inspire awe and lust in old-worlders and citizens of the Free Cities alike.However, her figure would prove more divisive.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Annie had a body that could give ancient fertility idols an inferiority complex.Some would say she was more boob than woman; she would say their description, while true, was woefully inadequate.Without her exosuit, she wouldn't be able to kneel on the bed, let alone stand, and without the suit's smart material supporting her breasts Scott wouldn't be able to see Sadie's blonde head poke out between Annie's thighs.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott gestured to Sadie "It looks like you're already in good hands." A teasing grin spread across his face. "What could little old me do for you?" Annie gave him a knowing look and presented her well - lubricated cleavage. "Oh, I'm sure you could find something." Any response from Scott was interrupted by a young voice from the bathroom saying "I found more of the strawberry lube."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> Scott gestured to Sadie "It looks like you're already in good hands." A teasing grin spread across his face. "What could little old me do for you?" Annie gave him a knowing look and presented her well-lubricated cleavage. "Oh, I'm sure you could find something." Any response from Scott was interrupted by a young voice from the bathroom saying "I found more of the strawberry lube."</p>`);
r.push(`<p> For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the soft 'whir' of a milker and the muffled hum of Sadie's vibrator. Annie's breath hitched from Sadie's ministrations and responded, "That's good sweetie, bring it here." The door to the bathroom swung open and Sarah walked into the room. She had lost her thong and was wearing a backpack printed with cartoon farm animals. Flexible tubing snaked out of the pack and attached two cups on her breasts. In her hands was a bottle of edible lube and a bright pink rounded cylinder with the words 'Her First Vibrator' printed in a saccharine font on the base.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Sarah looked at both her parents, then tilted her head and frowned. "You and daddy were playing that weird game again, weren't you?" Scott and Annie looked at each other; silently communicating in a way only parents can.Annie looked at her daughter and said, "When you're a bit older you're going to want to play those games too." Sarah looked unconvinced. "Anyway, you got the lube, are both your milker and vibrator charged?" Annie asked.Sarah bobbed her head. "Then why don't you lube up daddy?" Sarah bobbed her head again and knelt at the side of the bed.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Scott quickly undressed and sat at the edge of the bed.Sarah knelt between her father's legs. She began softly licking her father's cock, her tongue sliding along its length and gently swirling around its head, her mouth making lewd noises.She ran her tongue on the underside of her dad's cock, took him into her mouth and began to give him a slow blowjob.</p>`);
@@ -1657,13 +1657,13 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
r.push(`<p> Scott patted his daughter's head. "Okay sweetie, take a seat." Sarah gave her dad's cock a kiss on the head, grabbed her vibrator and sat down on the couch across from the bed.She rubbed the lube on her hands over her crotch and her vibrator before licking off what remained.Scott began to stand, but paused; an impish smile spread across his face. "Before we begin, I have question for mommy." He reached into a night table and pulled out an odd remote and a Wartenberg pinwheel.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> "Oh, and what would that be?" Annie said in a knowing tone, her eyes twinkling.Scott just grinned and pressed a button on the remote.Annie squealed as her exosuit shifted her forward onto her breasts.Scott craned his head to look behind wife. "You alright down there, Sadie?" He cocked his head a bit more and barely made out a thumbs up beyond the horizon of his wife's ass. "Good. Now-" He rolled the pinwheel across her arm to collar bone and Annie gasped. "Why did you ask Sadie to stay behind when I sent her off for clothes?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Annie inhaled sharply and said, "I needed to cum." He ran the pinwheel slowly down her collarbone to her breast. "And what had you so worked up you needed Sadie?" Her breathing began to speed up. "I nearly threw my back out getting into my exo." He raised an eyebrow and ran the pinwheel in winding loops across her breasts, goose bumps forming in its wake. "Oh? And why would that get you so hot and bothered?" he asked in a knowing tone.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Annie's breath became more ragged and began to babble. "I'm - I'm so big, so big. I'm a breast obsessed cowslut." She held the smart material of her exo in a white knuckle grip. "I came when I couldn't see my feet anymore. I masturbated seven times when I first got stuck in a door. I once wrapped my tits around a guard rail and humped it for three hours. I came buckets to the look on Cathy's face when she met me." Annie gave him a look of pure want. "I need to cum.Mommy needs her boobs pounded." She pleaded. Scott smiled and pressed a button on the remote that caused the smart material to press Annie's breasts into a fuckable channel. He positioned himself and said, "Honesty is to be rewarded", then thrust himself into her.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> Annie's breath became more ragged and began to babble. "I'm-I'm so big, so big. I'm a breast obsessed cowslut." She held the smart material of her exo in a white knuckle grip. "I came when I couldn't see my feet anymore. I masturbated seven times when I first got stuck in a door. I once wrapped my tits around a guard rail and humped it for three hours. I came buckets to the look on Cathy's face when she met me." Annie gave him a look of pure want. "I need to cum.Mommy needs her boobs pounded." She pleaded. Scott smiled and pressed a button on the remote that caused the smart material to press Annie's breasts into a fuckable channel. He positioned himself and said, "Honesty is to be rewarded", then thrust himself into her.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> She gasped and moaned loudly.Her mewling was almost loud enough to match the lewd noises of flesh against flesh.Scott began to increase his speed.With each thrust sending ripples through her body.With how worked up she was, it wasn't long before her moaning increased in volume until she suddenly gasped, her body tensed up, shuddered and then relaxed. Annie's tongue lolled out and her eyes fluttered.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Scott snorted in amusement and was about to continue when he felt a tongue licking him.He looked down to see Sarah.She looked at him with pleading eyes "Daddy, I need it." Scott sighed, but smiled softly at his daughter and said, "Okay, how do you want it." She thought for a second before saying, "I want puss-puss." He nodded, picked her up and laid his daughter atop his wife's vast breasts.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> He teased himself against her cunny and then began to ease himself into her.She gasped at the intrusion and began to tease her own nipples, milk slowly leaking out of them.As he eased into her tight cunny, he could feel his own orgasm building.He paused for a moment and then began to move.It didn't take long for his orgasm to build again. He increased the speed of his thrusts until he came inside his daughter. He continued until she tensed, her breasts spraying milk violently, and fell limp.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Scott leaned into his wife's breasts to bask in the afterglow. While Annie had coaxed Sarah to turn around, pulled Sarah's cunny to her face and began to slowly eat her daughter out.Sarah just lay bonelessly atop her mother's breasts.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott just enjoyed the sight of mother - daughter bonding for a while before recalling his earlier plans. "I was thinking of taking the family out for ice cream after lunch." Annie made a pleased sound as she continued licking her daughter's cunny, Sarah cheered lazily, Sadie's legs wiggled with what could be called excitement.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "I was also thinking of taking Cathy with us." Annie stopped sucking on her daughter's clit to frown at him. He made a placating gesture and said, "She won't make a big scene with all of us there and besides you enjoy it when she has a mini freak out." She paused to think for a moment then said, "You have cameras and a drone on her right ? " He nodded. "I want copies." She gave him a lusty grin before returning to her meal. He turned Sarah. "I wanna bloom berry sundae with bottom boost sprinkles." He nodded, hooked his head to look behind his wife and said, "How about you Sadie ? " The hand that poked out from behind his wife waggled uncertainly, but ultimately became a thumbs up.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> Scott just enjoyed the sight of mother-daughter bonding for a while before recalling his earlier plans. "I was thinking of taking the family out for ice cream after lunch." Annie made a pleased sound as she continued licking her daughter's cunny, Sarah cheered lazily, Sadie's legs wiggled with what could be called excitement.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> "I was also thinking of taking Cathy with us." Annie stopped sucking on her daughter's clit to frown at him. He made a placating gesture and said, "She won't make a big scene with all of us there and besides you enjoy it when she has a mini freak out." She paused to think for a moment then said, "You have cameras and a drone on her right? " He nodded. "I want copies." She gave him a lusty grin before returning to her meal. He turned Sarah. "I wanna bloom berry sundae with bottom boost sprinkles." He nodded, hooked his head to look behind his wife and said, "How about you Sadie? " The hand that poked out from behind his wife waggled uncertainly, but ultimately became a thumbs up.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -1672,7 +1672,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
get text() {
const r = [];
r.push(`<p> After a light lunch, the family assembled in the entry hall.Sarah rode in her mother's cleavage, playing with a tablet as they waited on Cathy. When Cathy made her way into the hall Scott frowned at her. "You're not going out dressed like that." Cathy looked down at herself. "What's wrong with this? This shows of my body well enough, right?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> She wore jeans and a T - shirt made a few sizes too small by her regimen of growth drug. "Why don't you put on that bikini I gave you?" Cathy just furrowed her brow and said nothing.Scott sighed and said, "Just don't wear pants and show some cleavage. For god's sake, people show more skin at funerals than you do." Cathy frowned, but went back to change.When she came back she was wearing the Holstein pattern skirt and blouse he had given her earlier. "You're going to wear that?" he asked. "What's wrong now?" He raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Nothing, nothing. Let's go."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> She wore jeans and a T-shirt made a few sizes too small by her regimen of growth drug. "Why don't you put on that bikini I gave you?" Cathy just furrowed her brow and said nothing.Scott sighed and said, "Just don't wear pants and show some cleavage. For god's sake, people show more skin at funerals than you do." Cathy frowned, but went back to change.When she came back she was wearing the Holstein pattern skirt and blouse he had given her earlier. "You're going to wear that?" he asked. "What's wrong now?" He raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Nothing, nothing. Let's go."</p>`);
r.push(`<p> The family left, made their way to an elevator and rode it down a few floors before exiting.As they turned the corner onto the street, the creamery came into sight.The family continued onward until Sarah spoke up. "Daddy, where's Cathy?" Scott looked back and saw that Cathy had stopped walking a few</p>`);
if (V.showInches === 2) {
r.push(`feet`);
@@ -1708,7 +1708,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
r.push(`<p> Martha pulled a small notepad out her cleavage "Do you folks know what you want or do you need some time?" Scott thought for a second before responding. "Why don't you give us a moment, It's Cathy's first time here." She beamed at Cathy. "Oh, glad to have you here! I hope you enjoy yourself darlin'" She took a slender remote out of her cleavage and handed it to Cathy. "Give me a buzz when you've made up your mind." With a small wave, Martha turned sashayed away.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Cathy turned her attention to the menu in front of her.At a distance it didn't appear to be any different from a normal paper menu, but on closer inspection one could see it was a flexible touch screen. Scrolling down each page revealed a variety of intriguing dishes as cartoon cowslaves danced in the margins. Tapping on a dish opened a window that showed a video of the item, beside the window was a tab that enticed customers to see the cows in action. A significant part of the dessert page was dedicated extolling the virtues of growth drug laced ice cream produced by Blue Barn's partnership with Bloom Pharma.Below this were animations of cows eating ice cream and suddenly growing assets of immense size.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> "Hmm, anyone know what they want?" Scott asked.June looked up from the menu. "I think I'll get my usual." Sadie yawned and said, "Same." Sarah held up her menu, jabbing finger at a picture of a black forest cake and said, "I want this." While the cake quite impressive, to the right of it was something far more attention grabbing.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> A window had opened and was playing a video of the cows that helped produce the cake.A heavily pregnant cowslave was railing a far younger, but equally as pregnant cow with a strap - on.The younger cow's eyes were glassy and unfocused. The older slave let out a growl of need and began to pick up speed, their considerable breasts jiggling with each thrust. The menu was polite enough to have a blurb informing them that the cows are actresses on The Young and the Fecund. If one was feeling uncharitable, they could say that the sole video tag of "lactating lolis" was technically correct, but a woefully inadequate description.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> A window had opened and was playing a video of the cows that helped produce the cake.A heavily pregnant cowslave was railing a far younger, but equally as pregnant cow with a strap-on.The younger cow's eyes were glassy and unfocused. The older slave let out a growl of need and began to pick up speed, their considerable breasts jiggling with each thrust. The menu was polite enough to have a blurb informing them that the cows are actresses on The Young and the Fecund. If one was feeling uncharitable, they could say that the sole video tag of "lactating lolis" was technically correct, but a woefully inadequate description.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted a bloom berry sundae?" She gave him puppy dog eyes. "I want cake too," she whined.He narrowed his eyes at her.The puppy dog eyes increased in intensity.A moment passed before he caved. "You can have a small slice." The puppy dog eyes vanished and she let out a small cheer.Annie set down her menu. "I think I'll have rum raisin —" She smiled at him, her eyes crinkling. "— and a slice of cake." He huffed at her, but smiled anyway.Then he turned to Cathy. "And you?" he asked. "I think I'll have a vanilla sundae." He cocked his head at her and raised an eyebrow. "What?" she said defensively.He held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Nothing, nothing. If you've made up your mind, just use the remote." She picked up the remote and pressed the call button.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> A few moments later, Martha returned, her face flushed. "Everyone all set?" She briskly took down their orders and set off for the kitchens.After a few minutes, she returned with a full tray.With an agility that only comes from years of being a fighter pilot or working in the food industry, she passed out their orders and topped off every glass.With a quick, "Buzz me if you need me," Martha returned to the counter.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> June demurely ate her ice cream while Sadie seemed intent on eating her banana split in as lewd a fashion possible.In stark contrast, Sarah was savaging her cake and ice cream, icing smearing on her face and chest.As Annie was eating her ice cream, she 'accidentally' started dribbling onto her cleavage. "Oh my!" she said in a tone of faux concern. "Sweetie, could you help mommy out?" Sarah wiggled around in her mother's cleavage and began to lap up the drips of ice cream, leaving smears of icing in her wake. "Oh, you've such a messy eater.Come here and let mommy clean you up." Annie pulled her close and began to lick the remnants of cake and ice cream off her face. Her licks slowly morphed into a deep kiss. Their tongues danced and faces flushed. Annie pulled away from her, trailing a line of kisses down her chest and began to suckle from her. Sarah bit her lip, closed her eyes, and began to moan, her fingers teasing her clit.</p>`);
@@ -1728,7 +1728,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
r.push(`<p> Cathy fished it out to see it was an email and phone number with a lip print in bright red lipstick. "Oh my," Annie said, her eyes dancing with amusement. "It looks like you've made a friend." She turned to her husband and said, "I think they'd make a cute couple, wouldn't you?" Scott examined Cathy for a second before nodding. "So long as she makes an honest woman out of her, she has my blessing." Cathy just slowly fumed, her face scarlet in embarrassment.A moment passed before Annie couldn't take it anymore and let out loud, breast quaking, laughter.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Cathy glared at Annie "She was just being friendly." This just sent Annie into another fit of bosom shaking hysterics.Scott attempted to steady his wife. "Cathy, do you remember the remote she gave you?" She nodded warily. "You don't need one of those to call a waitress. The menus have a button that calls the nearest one to the table," he explained. "Remotes like that are typically reserved for VIPs or favored customers." Her brow furrowed. "But you're the owner! Why wouldn't she leave one with you?" He gave her a small grin and said, " Indeed I am, but she gave the remote to you, not me." Cathy thought that over for a second before putting her head in her hands and sulked.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> After a few seconds, Annie's laughter had died down to jiggling chortles. She wiped a tear from her eye, smiled and said, "Oh dear sweet kitten, never change." The chortling slowed and so did the wobbling of her bosom.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Finally, she let out a long relaxed sigh before saying, "On that note, I think it's time to head back. Coming, Sadie?" Sadie nodded and took up a position beside Annie.They linked arms and presented their bottoms to Scott.He gave both their asses a quick smack and said, "Off you go." Annie wiggled her bottom. "Daddy," she whined plaintively, her eyes bright with amusement.He sighed good - naturedly and gave both her cheeks a solid smack.She squealed and tittered, her eyes twinkling, then wobbled to the door and out of sight.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> Finally, she let out a long relaxed sigh before saying, "On that note, I think it's time to head back. Coming, Sadie?" Sadie nodded and took up a position beside Annie.They linked arms and presented their bottoms to Scott.He gave both their asses a quick smack and said, "Off you go." Annie wiggled her bottom. "Daddy," she whined plaintively, her eyes bright with amusement.He sighed good-naturedly and gave both her cheeks a solid smack.She squealed and tittered, her eyes twinkling, then wobbled to the door and out of sight.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> The party made their way to an elevator past the dessert counter and went up a floor.The grocery portion of Blue Barn had much the same aesthetic as downstairs: all Cedar and Oak construction, and pendant lamps hanging above.The hardwood floor was polished in the way only an obsessive compulsive could manage.Immediately out of the elevator were lines of wooden shelves and tables bearing Blue Barn merchandise.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> There were posters, coasters, clothing and all manner of little knickknacks, but the true star of the show were the plushies.Rows upon rows of them covered the shelves and tables arranged in little displays, all of them made in the image of cows working at the creamery.One table had the plushies in a mini concert hall, the ones on stage wielding toy instruments that had 'Press me!' stickers on them.Another table had them arranged in what looked to be a garden party.Spread across two tables was a diorama of the creamery with plushies placed throughout it.One plushie that looked distinctly like Martha was plopped behind the dessert counter.Another was placed near the elevators and if one looked closely they could see a matching cowslave sat drowsing amongst the merchandise.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> The cow was young, busty, even for the arcology, and heavily pregnant.She wore what looked to be Holstein print pajamas with a hood made to look like a stylized cow.Her strawberry blonde hair was mussed with sleep and she cradled a plushie in one arm.Truly, she looked like a daughter waiting for her daddy to come home.As the party approached, she began to stir.</p>`);
@@ -1748,13 +1748,13 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
get text() {
const r = [];
r.push(`<p> By the time Cathy had caught up, June had procured a shopping cart and was making her way to the produce section.A variety of fruits and vegetables tempted passersby, all so enticing that one might think they had been pulled from the canvas of an oil painting.The produce was arranged in finely crafted wooden displays with small chalkboards bearing names and prices written in a tidy hand.Overall, it gave off a rustic charm, like stepping into a small town farmers' market. Detracting from this image somewhat, were a series of screens above the produce.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The screens displayed what looked like the inside of a greenhouse, although one could be forgiven for not realizing that right away.The LED lamps above gave off an odd magenta light turning the vast swaths of greenery a reddish - black.The odd hue gave the display a rather surreal look.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> The screens displayed what looked like the inside of a greenhouse, although one could be forgiven for not realizing that right away.The LED lamps above gave off an odd magenta light turning the vast swaths of greenery a reddish-black.The odd hue gave the display a rather surreal look.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> While June and Scott were inspecting the produce for freshness, Cathy paused to stare at the screens. "Those are live feeds from the greenhouses," June provided helpfully.Cathy nodded, but continued to stare at the screens, her brow furrowed in confusion. "I got that, but why is it kinda pink?" Scott held an orange to his nose and gave it a quick sniff. "The lights in the greenhouses only produce the wavelengths plants use for photosynthesis. Saves on power, stimulates growth and plant health." He placed the orange in his produce bag. "The carbon dioxide levels are about five times higher than normal in there too." He pressed some produce bags into her hand, "But enough about that, grab some spinach and get a little something for yourself while you're at it."</p>`);
r.push(`<p> As she set about her task, a tray of succulent peaches caught her eye.Cathy made a beeline toward the fruits and attempted to sort out the logistics of filling her bag while her hands were full.After a moment of thought, she pressed her plushie into her cleavage and then began to load up on peaches.When she returned to the cart with her prize in hand, she caught Scott giving her a slight smile.She looked back at him perplexed until she followed his gaze.With lightning quickness, she snatched the plushie from its perch, turned away, and took an unusual interest in a large squash.He just chuckled softly.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Produce now acquired, the group continued on until they came to a deli counter.Beneath the glass was a cornucopia of comestibles.Various kinds of meat, both vat - grown and organic, were on display.Countless varieties of cheese were on offer, each possessing a stylized picture of the cows that provided the milk.A particular wheel of cheddar had a picture of a quartet of cows performing a thorough investigation of each other's tonsils while playing a game of hide the vibrator.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> Produce now acquired, the group continued on until they came to a deli counter.Beneath the glass was a cornucopia of comestibles.Various kinds of meat, both vat-grown and organic, were on display.Countless varieties of cheese were on offer, each possessing a stylized picture of the cows that provided the milk.A particular wheel of cheddar had a picture of a quartet of cows performing a thorough investigation of each other's tonsils while playing a game of hide the vibrator.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> A stand next to the counter held a sign bearing a picture of a slave presenting her breasts to the viewer.The view of the slave's breasts was obscured by a synthetic pair attached to the sign. Above the picture were the words 'Tease for service'. Scott reached out and tweaked the nipples on the fake breasts and was rewarded with a distant squeak, followed by a soft voice calling out, "Coming!"</p>`);
r.push(`<p> The slave appeared a second later, her face flushed.She was more cute than pretty, her figure somewhat petite compared to her coworkers.She wore her brown hair in a neat bun tucked under her hairnet.She wore the same lewd maid uniform as Martha and the name 'Beth' was written across the slope of her left breast.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> A smile spread across Beth's face when she saw Scott. "Hey master, didn't expect ya." He returned her smile, "Just here to get a few things.Could I get my usual ? " She gave him a quick nod and said, "Sure thing", before grabbing some salami and getting to work at the slicer. A few minutes later, she was wrapping up slices of various meats and cheeses and handed them to Scott. As he set the packages in the cart he remembered something, "Beth, could you tell Gabe I want to see her first thing tomorrow ? "</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> A smile spread across Beth's face when she saw Scott. "Hey master, didn't expect ya." He returned her smile, "Just here to get a few things.Could I get my usual? " She gave him a quick nod and said, "Sure thing", before grabbing some salami and getting to work at the slicer. A few minutes later, she was wrapping up slices of various meats and cheeses and handed them to Scott. As he set the packages in the cart he remembered something, "Beth, could you tell Gabe I want to see her first thing tomorrow? "</p>`);
r.push(`<p> A troubled expression crossed her face.She asked tentatively, "Tabby?" He nodded. "Tabby." She shook her head and let out a sigh. "Gabe's been giving it to us pretty hard, but she's really been railing Tabby lately." Her features gain a speculative look. "If I could give some advice?" Scott nodded.She leaned forward, pressing her breasts into the counter. "You could try knocking her up. She's getting towards that age where women start going baby crazy if they haven't already popped out a few. Could be why she's so hard on Tabby." She drummed out a little beat on the counter. "Alternatively, you could just smack her around a bit and see if that calms her down." She put a hand under her chin, her face thoughtful. "Although, if you do that you may have to make time to bend her over your knee." Cathy let out a sound of disgust. "What would hitting her solve?" Beth shrugged and said, "Sometimes a bitch needs a smack." A quick look from Scott silenced any retort from Cathy. "I'll see what I can do. See you tomorrow, Beth."</p>`);
r.push(`<p> As they moved away from the deli, Scott pulled out an orange and began to fiddle with it.A moment later, Cathy spoke up, "I have to ask, why do you have a store like this?" He frowned at her, but encouraged her to continue."I mean, space is at a premium here right? You could just have a website with your products and ship 'em to people." He nodded to her and said, "That's true, but it's not as expensive as you might think. And we do offer delivery through our app. If the customer lives in another arcology with Under Road access, they can get express delivery; provided that they're willing to stomach the expense."</p>`);
r.push(`<p> He spun the orange in his hand, then pointed it at her for emphases. "But, you're looking at this from the wrong angle." Cathy tilted her head in curiosity as he continued. "While many people outside are content to eat cheap food delivered by drone, people here have more discerning tastes." With a flick of the hand, the orange flew up and he caught it as it fell. "They want a taste of how things used to be, they want to gather their food with their own two hands, they want service with a smile. And you can't get that with automated delivery." He gestured around him. "It may be less 'efficient', but shopping like this is a luxury few get to enjoy anymore and people will pay handsomely for the experience." Cathy didn't say anything, but looked to be considering his words.</p>`);
@@ -1793,14 +1793,14 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
r.push(`<p> At first glance, the living room didn't look too dissimilar from something of an old-world home decorating magazine. The furniture was well made and comfortable, but was noticeably designed with more robust figures in mind. Books and magazines laid scattered across a number of coffee and end tables. An old copy of <i>Milkers Monthly</i> was opened to a video of a cowslave demonstrating the use of a cleavage vibrator. The shelves on the far wall held a number of statues, their brass figures bearing immobilizing breasts. And on the end was a 1st place ribbon from a school milking competition.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Annie sat on the couch with a towel around her shoulders, only wearing her exosuit.She relaxed as Sadie went over her vast cleavage with a hair dryer and a towel, letting out noises of contentment as she luxuriated in Sadie's ministrations. Sarah was cuddled up to her mother, her hair still damp from the shower. Scott sat down on the couch and pulled Sarah onto his lap before moving closer to his wife. Sarah just made herself comfortable while Annie leaned over to give him a kiss. "Everything go alright?" He patted his wife's breast reassuringly. "There was a little bump or two, but it went alright. I'll tell you about it later."</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Sarah turned around to face her father. "Did you get it?" she asked expectantly.He tilted his head in faux confusion, "Get what?" She frowned at him and said in an annoyed tone, "Daddy." A plushie peeked over from behind the couch for a moment before dipping back down.Sarah focused on the spot the plushie had just inhabited with laser intensity before turning to give him an accusing look.Scott did his best to look confused. "What is it sweetheart?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The plushie popped back up and began to move along the back of the couch in a parody of walking.The doll stopped at Scott's shoulder and prodded it with a tiny hand. "Oh, hi Tabby. What brings you here?" The plushie moved closer to his ear. "You're here to keep Sarah company ? That's very sweet of you." Sarah let out a piteous whine, "Daddy." Scott appeared to be too enthralled with his diminutive conversation partner to hear her. "What's that ? You're also here to make sure she eats her greens, cleans her toys, and does her homework?" He gave Sarah a dubious glance and turned to whisper to the plushie, sotto voce, "I think that's bit of a tall order." Sarah pouted at her father, but grudgingly said, "Okay."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> The plushie popped back up and began to move along the back of the couch in a parody of walking.The doll stopped at Scott's shoulder and prodded it with a tiny hand. "Oh, hi Tabby. What brings you here?" The plushie moved closer to his ear. "You're here to keep Sarah company? That's very sweet of you." Sarah let out a piteous whine, "Daddy." Scott appeared to be too enthralled with his diminutive conversation partner to hear her. "What's that? You're also here to make sure she eats her greens, cleans her toys, and does her homework?" He gave Sarah a dubious glance and turned to whisper to the plushie, sotto voce, "I think that's bit of a tall order." Sarah pouted at her father, but grudgingly said, "Okay."</p>`);
r.push(`<p> June stood up from behind the couch and handed the plushie to Sarah.Sarah grumbled, but tightly hugged the plushie to her chest.She cuddled up further to her father and mumbled softly, "Thank you." He kissed her forehead, his hand stroking her hair softly. "You're very welcome."</p>`);
r.push(`<p> A moment passed in companionable silence until a shrill sound emanated from June's pocket. She looked a bit sheepish and said, "Sorry", before pulling out a slim device to prod at it. "The brisket should be finished soon, maybe another hour or so." Scott nodded, gently rubbing Sarah's back. "Alright. Hey sweetheart, could you and Cathy go set the table?" She let out a sound of acknowledgment and when over to grab the other girl's hand. Cathy reluctantly set down her paperback and allowed Sarah to pull her into the kitchen.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Dinner was a rather pleasant affair, all things considered.The brisket was tender and paired well with a spinach salad.Cathy managed a conversation with June about greenhouses with the others interjecting every so often.Sarah cleaned her plate without complaint, although she did clamber into her mother's cleavage the moment she finished.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> After dinner, the family reconvened in the living room.Cathy had returned to reading her paperback in an armchair.June and Sadie were sitting together in a love seat, both fiddling with their devices.Sarah had appropriated the TV remote and was flipping through channels from her commanding perch in Annie's cleavage.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Eventually, Sarah settled on an animated show in the middle of its opening.The show appeared to be similar to the magical girl shows of the old world, but with enough sexual content to be mistaken for pornography.The premise appeared to be that spirits were possessing women and the only way to drive the evil specters out of the girls' hearts was by massively expanding their breasts. Apparently, the current episode was the second part of an arc involving a breast shrinking witch.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> The heroine danced and wobbled around crowds of possessed women, leaving piles of jiggly breast flesh and clouds of sparkles in her wake.Eventually, she reached the witch and began to shoot at her with blasts of colored light.But the witch's power was too much for her and was sent fleeing, her skimpy dress now tattered. While on the run from the possessed, she encounters her mysterious love interest. A quick titfuck powerup and inspirational speech later, the heroine returned to challenge the witch. After rambling about love, justice, and the beauty of huge boobs, she blasted away the witch with a 'Magical Milky Mammary Beam'.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> All throughout the show, Cathy was mesmerized by the show in the same way one might be by a train wreck.When the credits rolled, she broke out of the spell and noticed that another episode was about to play. "Uh, could we watch something else?" Cathy asked tentatively.Sarah looked like she going to object, but Scott gave her a quick look.She pouted at her father, but began to flip through the channels.As the channels went by, Cathy's eyes grew wider. "Why don't we go back to the cartoon channel ? "</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> All throughout the show, Cathy was mesmerized by the show in the same way one might be by a train wreck.When the credits rolled, she broke out of the spell and noticed that another episode was about to play. "Uh, could we watch something else?" Cathy asked tentatively.Sarah looked like she going to object, but Scott gave her a quick look.She pouted at her father, but began to flip through the channels.As the channels went by, Cathy's eyes grew wider. "Why don't we go back to the cartoon channel? "</p>`);
r.push(`<p> After a few more episodes, Scott noticed the time. "I think it's bedtime for cuddly cows." Sarah grumbled, but didn't resist when he lifted her out of Annie's cleavage.She received a hug and a kiss from both her parents before June took her off to prepare for bed.Scott turned to Cathy and said, "Why don't head off too. You'll be coming into work with me in the morning so you should get some rest." Cathy nodded and headed off to her room, but returned a moment later to grab her plushie.Annie caught sight of the doll and gave Cathy a lascivious grin.Cathy did her best to avoid eye contact and all but ran out of the room.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> The moment Cathy was out the door, Annie began giggling which shortly transformed into breast quaking laughter.She wiped at her eyes, her smile bright as she looked at her husband. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" He wrapped an arm around her waist, his eyes bright with amusement, "I don't know, but it couldn't hurt to say it again." She pulled him closer, kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "I love you." He returned her kiss, rubbed her back gently, and whispered back, "I know."</p>`);
r.push(`<p> For a while, the couple just relaxed and enjoyed each other's company. Annie let out a sigh of pleasure and asked, "You said there were a few bumps?" Scott let out a sound of acknowledgment. "Gabe has been riding the girls rather hard." Almost immediately, she said, "You should try getting her knocked up." Laughter burst of his chest, at her questioning look he said, "Beth said much the same thing." She nodded approvingly. "Beth is a smart girl. There can always be more babies." She pressed herself into her husband and said, "Gabe isn't the only one who needs knocking up." She nibbled on his earlobe and whispered, "Babies, babies, babies, babies, babies." He turned to look at her and she caught his lips in a searing kiss. When they parted she seemed short of breath, her eyes filled with need. "Babies."</p>`);
@@ -1865,8 +1865,8 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
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>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(`<p>"Alex Hamilton to see Stephen Hamilton."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Stephen Hamilton... account number oh, oh, six, two, three, one, correct?"`);
@@ -1902,14 +1902,14 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
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 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>"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>"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>"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."`);
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.`);
@@ -1931,7 +1931,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
],
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.`);
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>`);
@@ -2222,7 +2222,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
} else {
r.push(`a gallon`);
}
- r.push(`or more ? It's an unusual shape. Then she turns it a little so everyone can see the nipple. It's a buttplug, about`);
+ r.push(`or more? It's an unusual shape. Then she turns it a little so everyone can see the nipple. It's a buttplug, about`);
if (V.showInches === 2) {
r.push(`3 inches`);
} else {
@@ -2324,7 +2324,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
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>`);
r.push(`<p> "Right," Dakota agrees. "But if you happen to see one of our husbands on the way. If you find one in that fucking little village of yours. <i>If you let him touch your disgusting chicken ass</i>. We will see the pitch on him and <i>know</i>."</p>`);
r.push(`<p> "May your bird god help you if that happens." Katie chimes in.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Understand?" The three whip her taut stomach like a tom - tom.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p> "Understand?" The three whip her taut stomach like a tom-tom.</p>`);
r.push(`<p> "Arghhhh! Yershhhhh!"</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Dakota leans in. "Now cluck! Cluck like a chicken!"</p>`);
r.push(`<p> Cloud groans deeply, then tries to make a clucking sound around the trowel.</p>`);
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