diff --git a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
index dc10f9b72f1ca5380432d18c99725f21f1208877..64d106ab4c7ec3aa572921be9b0f0e206ba55420 100644
--- a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
+++ b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
@@ -1414,9 +1414,9 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
r.push(`10-centimeter-long`);
}
r.push(`milky nipple before bending over and sucking it into his mouth to drink straight from the teat. After a few swallows he straightens up and faces the camera once more. "Wow, delicious as always, Mindy! You should start sending some of that rich cream my way!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Mindy didn't look at all bothered by Mike's impromptu snack, and doesn't even attempt to pull her bikini top back into place. "Sure thing Mike, but for now, I'm sure our viewers are dying to know what we've got lined up for the show!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Mike nods excitedly. "No new events tonight, but it's still a fan favorite! The Suck n' Gulp Jizz Challenge!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Three hungry ladies, and plenty of`);
+ r.push(`<p>Mindy didn't look at all bothered by Mike's impromptu snack, and doesn't even attempt to pull her bikini top back into place. "Sure thing Mike, but for now, I'm sure our viewers are dying to know what we've got lined up for the show!"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Mike nods excitedly. "No new events tonight, but it's still a fan favorite! The Suck n' Gulp Jizz Challenge!"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Three hungry ladies, and plenty of`);
if (V.seeDicks === 0) {
r.push(`<i>donuts</i>`);
} else {
@@ -1444,13 +1444,13 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
}
r.push(`as he continues the introduction. "Tonight we have a truly special treat for you, and it's all thanks to Arcology Imperiales!"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Mindy continues, and makes no attempt to hide the fact that she has one hand stuffed inside her bikini bottom. "Thanks to the wonderful Dr. Picarde, owner of Arcology Imperiales, we have access to three amazing sex slaves for tonight's challenge!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Mike nods enthusiastically. "Mindy, tell everyone what makes them so special!"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Mike nods enthusiastically. "Mindy, tell everyone what makes them so special!"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Mindy gushes her explanation. "Well they're inflation fetishists, of course, but they're also masochists! But that's not all! They've been voluntarily modified with cutting-edge surgery to allow them to burst when they've been overfilled, without any danger at all!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Thank you Dr. Picarde! Modern medical science is simply amazing, and you know that arcology has to be the perfect place for enhancement surgery!"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Thank you Dr. Picarde! Modern medical science is simply amazing, and you know that arcology has to be the perfect place for enhancement surgery!"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"That's right Mike, I didn't even realize what was possible, and you know how much I love the sport! I'm seriously going on a trip to visit Imperiales if Cum and Cream gets another season! All you fans out there, if you want to see me stuffed like mad next season, keep supporting the show!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "That's awesome Mindy! With our numbers, and thanks to all our fans, I'm sure we'll be getting a fourth season! So, what kind of modifications were you thinking about?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"That's awesome Mindy! With our numbers, and thanks to all our fans, I'm sure we'll be getting a fourth season! So, what kind of modifications were you thinking about?"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Definitely an elasticizing treatment, but I also heard there is a new procedure allowing you to stay inflated nearly all the time... Of course, I want the Sphincter-Seal O-ring implant... With no need for a plug, I'll be ready for someone to give me a top-up at any time! The possibilities are so exciting, I think if I get the O-ring, you'll have to give me a good pumping during the show so the audience can see!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Certainly Mindy! You know I'll help you fill any hole you want, it's the least I can do! After all, you went and hired that awesome MilkSlut Delivery company to deliver some of your fresh cream each morning... I gotta say, it goes perfect with my Arcol-O-gies`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Certainly Mindy! You know I'll help you fill any hole you want, it's the least I can do! After all, you went and hired that awesome MilkSlut Delivery company to deliver some of your fresh cream each morning... I gotta say, it goes perfect with my Arcol-O-gies`);
if (V.seeDicks === 0) {
r.push(`<i>smile</i>`);
} else {
@@ -1623,19 +1623,19 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
const r = [];
r.push(`For a moment you consider changing the channel, but you decide to give it a shot.`);
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>`);
- 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> 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> 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>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott called out to Cathy, "Come on out and give us a look!" The door to the bathroom opened and Cathy stepped out, tugging at her skirt. The clothing was a simple blouse and skirt affair with a Holstein pattern. In truth, it didn't look like something that would offend old world sensibilities, except for the fact the skirt was so short that her frilly panties were in plain view.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Do you have a skirt that's a little longer?" Cathy said and tugged at her skirt again. "It's supposed to look like that." Scott explained. Cathy looked skeptical. "Really?" she asked. Sarah gave Cathy a look that asked if she really was that stupid. "Why would you wear pretty panties and never show anyone?" She asked rhetorically. Cathy started on a hot retort, but was interrupted by Scott. "We'll stop for now and pick this up later. You can put your new clothes away." Cathy sighed, picked up her clothes, and walked out the door.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott stood up and set his daughter on her feet. She turned her back to her father, bent over slightly, and wiggled her bottom meaningfully. Scott smacked her right butt cheek and said, "Off you go." Sarah didn't move. "Daddy" she said pleadingly and wiggled her bottom again. He smacked her left butt cheek. She giggled happily and jiggled out the door. Scott smiled at his daughter's antics, shook his head, and made his way to his bedroom.</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>`);
+ 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>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>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>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott called out to Cathy, "Come on out and give us a look!" The door to the bathroom opened and Cathy stepped out, tugging at her skirt. The clothing was a simple blouse and skirt affair with a Holstein pattern. In truth, it didn't look like something that would offend old world sensibilities, except for the fact the skirt was so short that her frilly panties were in plain view.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Do you have a skirt that's a little longer?" Cathy said and tugged at her skirt again. "It's supposed to look like that." Scott explained. Cathy looked skeptical. "Really?" she asked. Sarah gave Cathy a look that asked if she really was that stupid. "Why would you wear pretty panties and never show anyone?" She asked rhetorically. Cathy started on a hot retort, but was interrupted by Scott. "We'll stop for now and pick this up later. You can put your new clothes away." Cathy sighed, picked up her clothes, and walked out the door.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott stood up and set his daughter on her feet. She turned her back to her father, bent over slightly, and wiggled her bottom meaningfully. Scott smacked her right butt cheek and said, "Off you go." Sarah didn't move. "Daddy" she said pleadingly and wiggled her bottom again. He smacked her left butt cheek. She giggled happily and jiggled out the door. Scott smiled at his daughter's antics, shook his head, and made his way to his bedroom.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
},
@@ -1643,27 +1643,27 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
get text() {
const r = [];
r.push(`The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.`);
- 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>`);
- 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> 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> 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>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott felt himself slowly harden to full mast. He resisted the urge to pull her down till her nose touched his crotch and said, "That's good sweetheart, now use the lube." Sarah pulled herself off his cock with a lewd pop and picked up the bottle of lube. She squirted a generous amount of it into one hand, rubbed both hands together, and began to stroke his cock. "You're doing a good job sweetie, did you help mommy too?" he asked. Annie nodded "She did a very good job and was very through." Sarah preened at her parents praise and said, "It wasn't easy. I had to use a whole bottle to do mommy." Scott turned his head to his wife and raised an eyebrow. Annie gave him a lewd grin and her blush slowly spread down her chest, but said nothing.</p>`);
- 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> 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>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>`);
+ 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>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>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>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott felt himself slowly harden to full mast. He resisted the urge to pull her down till her nose touched his crotch and said, "That's good sweetheart, now use the lube." Sarah pulled herself off his cock with a lewd pop and picked up the bottle of lube. She squirted a generous amount of it into one hand, rubbed both hands together, and began to stroke his cock. "You're doing a good job sweetie, did you help mommy too?" he asked. Annie nodded "She did a very good job and was very through." Sarah preened at her parents praise and said, "It wasn't easy. I had to use a whole bottle to do mommy." Scott turned his head to his wife and raised an eyebrow. Annie gave him a lewd grin and her blush slowly spread down her chest, but said nothing.</p>`);
+ 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>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>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -1671,25 +1671,25 @@ 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> 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>`);
+ 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>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`);
} else {
r.push(`meters`);
}
r.push(`back. She stood staring wide eyed at the creamery.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The LCD screen above the entrance wasn't anything too eye catching. It proudly displayed the words Blue Barn Creamery & Grocery in bright letters. An ever changing list of advertisements and new products on sale scrolled along the bottom. Truly, it could have fit-in with old world signs if no one looked too closely at the words on screen. What was truly eye catching is what surrounded it.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Dozens of cowslaves mounted in milking frames surrounded the screen up and down the building. The building curved out to dangle slaves into the street. Whoever created the display had been thoughtful enough to arrange the cowslaves in order of pregnancy, from flat bellies at the top to the monstrously pregnant at the bottom.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott walked back to Cathy grabbed her hand. "Come along." He managed to get a dozen paces before she pulled her hand out of his grasp. "Those are people" she hissed under her breath. "Of course they're people. What did you think they were, animatronics?" he scoffed. "This isn't Yellow Farmhouse." He shook his head. "Honestly, what were they thinking?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> She sputtered and fumed at him for a moment before she found her voice again. "That isn't what I meant and you know it." She turned away from him to take in the scene. A dark haired beauty with smoky eyes amongst the cowslaves above caught her eye and gave her a lewd grin or, rather, attempted to do so around the feeding dildo in her mouth. Cathy wrinkled her nose. "Why would people do this?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Well, at Blue Barn Creamery they believe customers have the right to see the cow before they drink from it." He answered in a wry tone. "But never mind that, let's go." He gave her butt a quick slap and continued walking. She winced at the impact, but followed him, her eyes still on the display.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> After a moment, her features slowly shifted from disgust to morbid curiosity. "What happens when they need to give birth?" Scott beamed at her. "You can't see it, but those platforms have systems that allow them to give birth without removing them and after giving birth they can be easily moved back to the top." He said gesturing to the slaves. "Blue Barn also offers an app that allows you to follow a slave's pregnancy and insemination."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> As they approached the entrance to the creamery, a crowd began to form around it. Slaves with the Blue Barn logo tattooed on their cheek passed out cups to the crowd. Scott and Cathy rejoined the family as June was gathering cups for everyone. "Everything alright?" Annie asked, an odd twinkle in her eye. "Nothing to worry about." Scott said as June gave him and Cathy their cups.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Cathy looked at the cup in confusion. "Shouldn't we head inside?" Scott just gave her a small smile. "Not just yet." An aura of excitement began to build in the crowd. She noticed that most of the crowd wore very little. Most of the women wore underwear or jewelry and nothing else. Cathy just stared at her cup and then looked up and noticed something she'd missed before. A countdown timer in the corner of the creamery's screen. And it had just hit zero.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The cowslaves mounted above began to moan and a deluge of milk flowed onto the crowd. The crowd cheered and laughed raising their cups high. Some of the women just basked in the spray, rubbing the milk into their skin. Some of the younger children danced and jumped in the puddles that formed.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> While others were reveling in the downpour, Cathy just stood still, exuding the aura of a wet cat. Scott laughed at Cathy's put out expression and took another swig from his cup. "Now we can go in."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The LCD screen above the entrance wasn't anything too eye catching. It proudly displayed the words Blue Barn Creamery & Grocery in bright letters. An ever changing list of advertisements and new products on sale scrolled along the bottom. Truly, it could have fit-in with old world signs if no one looked too closely at the words on screen. What was truly eye catching is what surrounded it.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Dozens of cowslaves mounted in milking frames surrounded the screen up and down the building. The building curved out to dangle slaves into the street. Whoever created the display had been thoughtful enough to arrange the cowslaves in order of pregnancy, from flat bellies at the top to the monstrously pregnant at the bottom.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott walked back to Cathy grabbed her hand. "Come along." He managed to get a dozen paces before she pulled her hand out of his grasp. "Those are people" she hissed under her breath. "Of course they're people. What did you think they were, animatronics?" he scoffed. "This isn't Yellow Farmhouse." He shook his head. "Honestly, what were they thinking?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>She sputtered and fumed at him for a moment before she found her voice again. "That isn't what I meant and you know it." She turned away from him to take in the scene. A dark haired beauty with smoky eyes amongst the cowslaves above caught her eye and gave her a lewd grin or, rather, attempted to do so around the feeding dildo in her mouth. Cathy wrinkled her nose. "Why would people do this?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Well, at Blue Barn Creamery they believe customers have the right to see the cow before they drink from it." He answered in a wry tone. "But never mind that, let's go." He gave her butt a quick slap and continued walking. She winced at the impact, but followed him, her eyes still on the display.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>After a moment, her features slowly shifted from disgust to morbid curiosity. "What happens when they need to give birth?" Scott beamed at her. "You can't see it, but those platforms have systems that allow them to give birth without removing them and after giving birth they can be easily moved back to the top." He said gesturing to the slaves. "Blue Barn also offers an app that allows you to follow a slave's pregnancy and insemination."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>As they approached the entrance to the creamery, a crowd began to form around it. Slaves with the Blue Barn logo tattooed on their cheek passed out cups to the crowd. Scott and Cathy rejoined the family as June was gathering cups for everyone. "Everything alright?" Annie asked, an odd twinkle in her eye. "Nothing to worry about." Scott said as June gave him and Cathy their cups.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Cathy looked at the cup in confusion. "Shouldn't we head inside?" Scott just gave her a small smile. "Not just yet." An aura of excitement began to build in the crowd. She noticed that most of the crowd wore very little. Most of the women wore underwear or jewelry and nothing else. Cathy just stared at her cup and then looked up and noticed something she'd missed before. A countdown timer in the corner of the creamery's screen. And it had just hit zero.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The cowslaves mounted above began to moan and a deluge of milk flowed onto the crowd. The crowd cheered and laughed raising their cups high. Some of the women just basked in the spray, rubbing the milk into their skin. Some of the younger children danced and jumped in the puddles that formed.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>While others were reveling in the downpour, Cathy just stood still, exuding the aura of a wet cat. Scott laughed at Cathy's put out expression and took another swig from his cup. "Now we can go in."</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -1697,26 +1697,26 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
{
get text() {
const r = [];
- r.push(`<p> A soft gust of air flowed over the family as they passed through the doors to the creamery. Compared to its outward appearance, the creamery's interior was rather rustic. The warmly colored wood and soft amber lighting gave it a close and homey feel, like walking into an old ranch home at sunset.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The family passed wooden stalls containing a bevy of cowslaves. Each stall had a plaque with the slave's name on it, milking lines snaked down from the ceiling, and above each stall was a screen displaying the cow's sexual exploits. Some of them were chatting with customers, taking selfies with them and recommending products to try. Others were providing more intimate services to their clientele or simply milked themselves and stared at passersby, their smoldering eyes and flushed faces promising every earthly delight one could imagine. Cathy did her best to ignore the goings on around her and focus her attention forward, but couldn't help herself from taking short peeks from the corner of her eye.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Eventually, the family came to a stop at a dessert counter. Various cakes, pastries, and other treats tempted customers from behind the glass. Each dessert had stylized pictures of the cows that provided the ingredients. One particularly large cake had a picture of adorably deformed and scantily clad construction crew building the cake in a clumsy, but earnest fashion. Above the counter was a series of chalk boards that listed products on the menu, as well as boasting of the day's specials. On top of the counter was a single silver bell. Annie sidled up to the counter, her breasts pressing into the glass. Her daughter reached over from her perch and rung the bell. They didn't have to wait for long before a voice called out to them. "Oh, master! I didn't know you were coming in today."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> She was relatively short for a woman, with dark hair and warm brown eyes. Her figure spoke of a long romance with growth drugs and an ongoing affair with the contents of the dessert counter. She wore a slutty maid uniform, tubes snaking out the slits at her breasts to her backpack, and what looked like a modified soda gun was holstered at her hip. The upper slope of her right breast was tattooed with loopy script that said Martha.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott smiled and gave her a polite grope. "Just a little family outing. Could you get us a table?" He glanced at Cathy for a moment. "And maybe a few towels?" Martha grinned and said, "Sure thing." She disappeared behind the counter and returned with fluffy towels and menus in hand. After handing out the towels, she said, "Alright, follow me" and lead the family away.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Martha led them to table that, despite being designed with more generous figures in mind, groaned when Annie sat down. The waitress passed out menus as the family busied themselves with drying off. After passing out the menus, Martha gave a quick, "Be back in a sec." and walked away. As the family finished up drying off, Martha returned with a tray of empty glasses. She set out the glasses on the table, unholstered the soda gun at her hip, and began to fill them up.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Cathy just stared at the glass of milk in front of her. "It's pink." Annie handed her daughter a glass before taking a sip from her own. "And quite delicious, you should give it a try, Kitten." Sarah licked off her milk mustache and nodded, "Uh-huh, you should give it a try before you say you don't like it." Cathy took a tentative sip and then looked at her glass with new eyes. "It's strawberry flavored, how does that work?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott patted Martha's breasts. "A bit of minor surgery and a regimen of various supplements. If you go upstairs you can buy drugs that do the much the same thing, if less effectively." Scott took drink from his glass before continuing. "A side benefit of research performed on behalf of the vampires of Sanguine." Cathy looked skeptical. "Vampires?" she asked. Scott waved his hand. "I'll tell you about them another time."</p>`);
- 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> 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>`);
- r.push(`<p> Cathy looked upon this scene with an expression that could only be charitably described as slack jawed. Scott caught her eye and gave her an amused grin. She flushed with embarrassment and cleared her throat before asking, "So, you own this place, don't you?" He took a lick of his ice cream. "Indeed I do. Something you want to ask?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Her features became troubled and she shifted in her seat. "Yeah, why do you have all those girls mounted out front?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Like I said, we at Blue Barn Creamery believe the customer has a right to see the cow before they drink from it." She nodded "Yeah you said that, but why? Wouldn't putting up a bunch of screens be as effective?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott pondered her question for a moment, before saying, "Shortly after starting up here, there was a big scandal over slave milk. Apparently, some moron thought adulterating slave milk with actual cow milk was a good idea. As you might guess, it didn't turn out well for him." He took a bite of his ice cream before continuing. "After that, customer trust was at an all-time low. So, I decided to make sure customers could see the whole process right outside the door." He jabbed his cone at her. "That level of transparency made me quite rich and my cows famous. Upstairs, you can buy all sorts of merchandise based on them: clothes, dolls, you name it." He smiled. "There's even a cartoon in the works." Cathy looked at him with a thoughtful expression. "So, that's why?" He gave her a lewd grin. "That, and it's quite sexy. Now, eat your ice cream before it melts." He turned to his wife and daughter. "That goes for you too. Remember, clean your plate, then masturbate." Sarah pulled away from Annie, gobbled down what remained of food, and then pressed her breasts into her mother's face.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> A few minutes later, the family had finished their ice cream and were taking a moment to relax. Sarah rested languidly in her mother's cleavage, basking in the afterglow. Annie shifted uncomfortably. "Feeling pretty sticky. I think mommy is going to go home and take a shower." Scott patted her breast. "Sounds good, I think June and I'll get some shopping done and head back." At the word 'shopping,' Sarah immediately said, "No spinach." Scott looked at his daughter. "Yes spinach. You're not going to grow up to be big and milky like mommy if you don't eat your greens." Sarah pouted and mumbled into her mother's breast, "I want lolimommy cheese curds and a new plushy." Scott ruffled her hair. "We'll see."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> As the family gathered themselves, Cathy held up the remote. "Should we just leave this at the counter?" Annie smiled at her. "Why don't you give her a buzz? I'm sure she'd like it." Cathy gave her a confused frown. Annie sighed and asked, "Kitten, how do you think that gets her attention?" Cathy turned the remote over in her hands. "She would have something that blinked and vibrated when someone used the remote." Annie just looked at her with a serene smile, her eyes twinkling mischievously. With a sudden gasp, Cathy dropped the remote like it had shocked her. A second later, there was a distant squeal and the clatter of a tray hitting the floor.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>A soft gust of air flowed over the family as they passed through the doors to the creamery. Compared to its outward appearance, the creamery's interior was rather rustic. The warmly colored wood and soft amber lighting gave it a close and homey feel, like walking into an old ranch home at sunset.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The family passed wooden stalls containing a bevy of cowslaves. Each stall had a plaque with the slave's name on it, milking lines snaked down from the ceiling, and above each stall was a screen displaying the cow's sexual exploits. Some of them were chatting with customers, taking selfies with them and recommending products to try. Others were providing more intimate services to their clientele or simply milked themselves and stared at passersby, their smoldering eyes and flushed faces promising every earthly delight one could imagine. Cathy did her best to ignore the goings on around her and focus her attention forward, but couldn't help herself from taking short peeks from the corner of her eye.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Eventually, the family came to a stop at a dessert counter. Various cakes, pastries, and other treats tempted customers from behind the glass. Each dessert had stylized pictures of the cows that provided the ingredients. One particularly large cake had a picture of adorably deformed and scantily clad construction crew building the cake in a clumsy, but earnest fashion. Above the counter was a series of chalk boards that listed products on the menu, as well as boasting of the day's specials. On top of the counter was a single silver bell. Annie sidled up to the counter, her breasts pressing into the glass. Her daughter reached over from her perch and rung the bell. They didn't have to wait for long before a voice called out to them. "Oh, master! I didn't know you were coming in today."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>She was relatively short for a woman, with dark hair and warm brown eyes. Her figure spoke of a long romance with growth drugs and an ongoing affair with the contents of the dessert counter. She wore a slutty maid uniform, tubes snaking out the slits at her breasts to her backpack, and what looked like a modified soda gun was holstered at her hip. The upper slope of her right breast was tattooed with loopy script that said Martha.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott smiled and gave her a polite grope. "Just a little family outing. Could you get us a table?" He glanced at Cathy for a moment. "And maybe a few towels?" Martha grinned and said, "Sure thing." She disappeared behind the counter and returned with fluffy towels and menus in hand. After handing out the towels, she said, "Alright, follow me" and lead the family away.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Martha led them to table that, despite being designed with more generous figures in mind, groaned when Annie sat down. The waitress passed out menus as the family busied themselves with drying off. After passing out the menus, Martha gave a quick, "Be back in a sec." and walked away. As the family finished up drying off, Martha returned with a tray of empty glasses. She set out the glasses on the table, unholstered the soda gun at her hip, and began to fill them up.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Cathy just stared at the glass of milk in front of her. "It's pink." Annie handed her daughter a glass before taking a sip from her own. "And quite delicious, you should give it a try, Kitten." Sarah licked off her milk mustache and nodded, "Uh-huh, you should give it a try before you say you don't like it." Cathy took a tentative sip and then looked at her glass with new eyes. "It's strawberry flavored, how does that work?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott patted Martha's breasts. "A bit of minor surgery and a regimen of various supplements. If you go upstairs you can buy drugs that do the much the same thing, if less effectively." Scott took drink from his glass before continuing. "A side benefit of research performed on behalf of the vampires of Sanguine." Cathy looked skeptical. "Vampires?" she asked. Scott waved his hand. "I'll tell you about them another time."</p>`);
+ 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>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>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Cathy looked upon this scene with an expression that could only be charitably described as slack jawed. Scott caught her eye and gave her an amused grin. She flushed with embarrassment and cleared her throat before asking, "So, you own this place, don't you?" He took a lick of his ice cream. "Indeed I do. Something you want to ask?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Her features became troubled and she shifted in her seat. "Yeah, why do you have all those girls mounted out front?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Like I said, we at Blue Barn Creamery believe the customer has a right to see the cow before they drink from it." She nodded "Yeah you said that, but why? Wouldn't putting up a bunch of screens be as effective?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott pondered her question for a moment, before saying, "Shortly after starting up here, there was a big scandal over slave milk. Apparently, some moron thought adulterating slave milk with actual cow milk was a good idea. As you might guess, it didn't turn out well for him." He took a bite of his ice cream before continuing. "After that, customer trust was at an all-time low. So, I decided to make sure customers could see the whole process right outside the door." He jabbed his cone at her. "That level of transparency made me quite rich and my cows famous. Upstairs, you can buy all sorts of merchandise based on them: clothes, dolls, you name it." He smiled. "There's even a cartoon in the works." Cathy looked at him with a thoughtful expression. "So, that's why?" He gave her a lewd grin. "That, and it's quite sexy. Now, eat your ice cream before it melts." He turned to his wife and daughter. "That goes for you too. Remember, clean your plate, then masturbate." Sarah pulled away from Annie, gobbled down what remained of food, and then pressed her breasts into her mother's face.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>A few minutes later, the family had finished their ice cream and were taking a moment to relax. Sarah rested languidly in her mother's cleavage, basking in the afterglow. Annie shifted uncomfortably. "Feeling pretty sticky. I think mommy is going to go home and take a shower." Scott patted her breast. "Sounds good, I think June and I'll get some shopping done and head back." At the word 'shopping,' Sarah immediately said, "No spinach." Scott looked at his daughter. "Yes spinach. You're not going to grow up to be big and milky like mommy if you don't eat your greens." Sarah pouted and mumbled into her mother's breast, "I want lolimommy cheese curds and a new plushy." Scott ruffled her hair. "We'll see."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>As the family gathered themselves, Cathy held up the remote. "Should we just leave this at the counter?" Annie smiled at her. "Why don't you give her a buzz? I'm sure she'd like it." Cathy gave her a confused frown. Annie sighed and asked, "Kitten, how do you think that gets her attention?" Cathy turned the remote over in her hands. "She would have something that blinked and vibrated when someone used the remote." Annie just looked at her with a serene smile, her eyes twinkling mischievously. With a sudden gasp, Cathy dropped the remote like it had shocked her. A second later, there was a distant squeal and the clatter of a tray hitting the floor.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
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const r = [];
- r.push(`<p> A moment later, a beet red Cathy was stuttering an apology to an even redder Martha. "Don't worry about it, it was just a pleasant surprise." She smiled and pressed her breasts against Cathy's. "Hope to see you 'round soon darlin'." Marth pulled her into a hug and whispered softly into her ear. "I know it's hard to adjust to, but I think you'll do just fine here." She pressed a piece of paper into Cathy's cleavage and sashayed away.</p>`);
- 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> 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>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott reached out and began to gently pat her head. "How are you doing, Tabby?" Tabby just made a sound of contentment and pressed into his hand, luxuriating in his touch. After a few moments, she yawned and blinked, looking up at him. For a beat she just stared at him, her sleep addled brain struggling to process the sight in front of her. Finally, the penny dropped.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> She squeaked and sat up so quick one would think she had been hit with a cattle prod. With a panicked expression, she began to babble a fervent apology. "Master, I'm sorry I fell asleep." She hiccupped and pleaded with him, on the verge of tears. "Please don't tell Gabe I fell asleep again. She'll yell at me for sure." Scott just continued patting her head, knelt beside her chair, and spoke in a calm tone, "Hey, hey, no need for tears. Just take a deep breath and calm down Tabby cat. I won't tell Gabe."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Tabby sniffed, took a deep breath, and hiccupped. For a moment, she just relaxed into Scott's ministrations before she frowned and said, "I thought you weren't coming in today master." He moved her hair out her eyes. "I figured I'd get some shopping done and show the newbie around," he said with a nod to Cathy. Tabby gave her a bright smile. "Oh, nice to meet you. Would you like a free sample?" she asked gesturing to table next to her.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The table next to her held a platter of cheese curds. A sign with the words 'Free Samples' printed on it stood to the left of table. Someone apparently thought that was an insufficient description and had taken a pen to add the words 'I made them myself!' in bright pink letters. Next to the platter, was an empty package that said 'Lolimommy Cheese Curds' in a cheery font. On the package, was an adorably deformed picture of Tabby that said 'The fresh ones squeak'.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott grabbed a few cheese curds and said, "Don't mind if I do," before popping one in his mouth. He handed some to Cathy and June. While June ate hers placidly, Cathy just stared at the cheese uncertainly. Scott gave her a look that promised a sore bottom if she didn't eat it, while Tabby clasped her hands and gave Cathy a look that could only be described as adorably determined.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Cathy took a tentative bite before popping the rest into her mouth. "It's good." Tabby gave her a sunny smile and said, "Thank you! I worked really hard on them." Scott smiled at her fondly and patted her head, "Yes you did." She preened at his praise and let out a sigh of contentment.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> A moment passed in companionable silence, before Scott noticed that Cathy was starting to get antsy. "Anyway, we're going to get some groceries and head on out." Tabby nodded, but couldn't hide her disappointment. "I'll come by tomorrow to check on you and talk to Gabe." He gave her a squeeze and fondly tousled her hair before heading further into the store, Cathy and June in tow.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> They only made it a few paces before an impish gleam entered Scott's eye. He signaled the rest to wait before heading back to the merchandise tables and returned quickly with a pair of plushies in hand. He handed one to Cathy without breaking stride and continued into the store. Cathy looked at the plushie and saw that it was Martha. She sighed and despite her chagrin, clutched the doll to her chest and followed.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>A moment later, a beet red Cathy was stuttering an apology to an even redder Martha. "Don't worry about it, it was just a pleasant surprise." She smiled and pressed her breasts against Cathy's. "Hope to see you 'round soon darlin'." Marth pulled her into a hug and whispered softly into her ear. "I know it's hard to adjust to, but I think you'll do just fine here." She pressed a piece of paper into Cathy's cleavage and sashayed away.</p>`);
+ 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>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>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott reached out and began to gently pat her head. "How are you doing, Tabby?" Tabby just made a sound of contentment and pressed into his hand, luxuriating in his touch. After a few moments, she yawned and blinked, looking up at him. For a beat she just stared at him, her sleep addled brain struggling to process the sight in front of her. Finally, the penny dropped.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>She squeaked and sat up so quick one would think she had been hit with a cattle prod. With a panicked expression, she began to babble a fervent apology. "Master, I'm sorry I fell asleep." She hiccupped and pleaded with him, on the verge of tears. "Please don't tell Gabe I fell asleep again. She'll yell at me for sure." Scott just continued patting her head, knelt beside her chair, and spoke in a calm tone, "Hey, hey, no need for tears. Just take a deep breath and calm down Tabby cat. I won't tell Gabe."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Tabby sniffed, took a deep breath, and hiccupped. For a moment, she just relaxed into Scott's ministrations before she frowned and said, "I thought you weren't coming in today master." He moved her hair out her eyes. "I figured I'd get some shopping done and show the newbie around," he said with a nod to Cathy. Tabby gave her a bright smile. "Oh, nice to meet you. Would you like a free sample?" she asked gesturing to table next to her.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The table next to her held a platter of cheese curds. A sign with the words 'Free Samples' printed on it stood to the left of table. Someone apparently thought that was an insufficient description and had taken a pen to add the words 'I made them myself!' in bright pink letters. Next to the platter, was an empty package that said 'Lolimommy Cheese Curds' in a cheery font. On the package, was an adorably deformed picture of Tabby that said 'The fresh ones squeak'.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott grabbed a few cheese curds and said, "Don't mind if I do," before popping one in his mouth. He handed some to Cathy and June. While June ate hers placidly, Cathy just stared at the cheese uncertainly. Scott gave her a look that promised a sore bottom if she didn't eat it, while Tabby clasped her hands and gave Cathy a look that could only be described as adorably determined.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Cathy took a tentative bite before popping the rest into her mouth. "It's good." Tabby gave her a sunny smile and said, "Thank you! I worked really hard on them." Scott smiled at her fondly and patted her head, "Yes you did." She preened at his praise and let out a sigh of contentment.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>A moment passed in companionable silence, before Scott noticed that Cathy was starting to get antsy. "Anyway, we're going to get some groceries and head on out." Tabby nodded, but couldn't hide her disappointment. "I'll come by tomorrow to check on you and talk to Gabe." He gave her a squeeze and fondly tousled her hair before heading further into the store, Cathy and June in tow.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>They only made it a few paces before an impish gleam entered Scott's eye. He signaled the rest to wait before heading back to the merchandise tables and returned quickly with a pair of plushies in hand. He handed one to Cathy without breaking stride and continued into the store. Cathy looked at the plushie and saw that it was Martha. She sighed and despite her chagrin, clutched the doll to her chest and followed.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -1747,20 +1747,20 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
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get text() {
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- 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> 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> 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 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>`);
- r.push(`<p> Eventually, the party made their way to the star of Blue Barn, the dairy aisle. Display coolers lined the aisle, filled to the brim with milk bottles of various shapes and sizes. Each one bore a printed screen containing a recording of the sexual act that had produced the milk. Whoever was in charge of managing the aisle was kind enough to arrange the milk by kink and sexual act.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Cathy clutched her plushie and looked around the aisle uncertainty. Scott nudged her. "Go grab a bottle of From the Source, it should be in the titfucking section." She clutched the plushie a little harder then walked down the aisle.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> While she was looking for her quarry, something caught her eye. She squinted at a particular bottle for a moment before reaching in to grab it. With a hesitant finger, she pressed the play button on the bottle. As the video played, a look of dawning horror spread across her face. She was so enthralled with the video, she didn't notice Scott walking up to her. "Oh, did you find something you wanted?" She started and spun to face him, brandishing the bottle at him. "YOU MARRIED YOUR SISTER!?"</p>`);
+ 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>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>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 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>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Eventually, the party made their way to the star of Blue Barn, the dairy aisle. Display coolers lined the aisle, filled to the brim with milk bottles of various shapes and sizes. Each one bore a printed screen containing a recording of the sexual act that had produced the milk. Whoever was in charge of managing the aisle was kind enough to arrange the milk by kink and sexual act.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Cathy clutched her plushie and looked around the aisle uncertainty. Scott nudged her. "Go grab a bottle of From the Source, it should be in the titfucking section." She clutched the plushie a little harder then walked down the aisle.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>While she was looking for her quarry, something caught her eye. She squinted at a particular bottle for a moment before reaching in to grab it. With a hesitant finger, she pressed the play button on the bottle. As the video played, a look of dawning horror spread across her face. She was so enthralled with the video, she didn't notice Scott walking up to her. "Oh, did you find something you wanted?" She started and spun to face him, brandishing the bottle at him. "YOU MARRIED YOUR SISTER!?"</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -1768,20 +1768,20 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
{
get text() {
const r = [];
- r.push(`<p> The offending bottle was of a higher quality than most of its neighbors, offering a gallery of artists' renditions of the cow in addition to the video. The video on the bottle showed Scott fucking Annie from behind, a slightly tinny slap followed by a squeal from the tiny speakers on the bottle. However, this was not the source of Cathy's distress, as surprising as that may be. Rather, it was the words, Top shelf: All in the Family, printed in red lettering across the bottle.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott cocked an eyebrow, utterly unperturbed. "Yes? And?" Cathy sputtered, but quickly regained her momentum. "You don't do that! Why would do that!?" she all but shrieked, her face blotchy.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "For two reasons," he said, and held up a finger. "One, have you seen her?" A lewd grin spread across his face, "Rawr." Cathy's blush deepened as her outrage engine built up steam. The grin slid off of Scott's face and his voice grew solemn. "Second, parents can't sell their children if they're already married."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> She froze, the blood draining from her face. "What... why?" Scott sighed and looked her in the eye. "I would think you of all people would understand why." Cathy flinched and looked down, clutching her plushie tighter. His stare never wavered. "Didn't you sign up with me to help your mother? Family is important after all." For a while she just stared down at her own cleavage, fiddling with her plushie. She nodded, "Yeah... but not just for her." She looked up, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I did it for me too." A shudder ran through her and tears began to roll down her cheeks. "I didn't know what to do without her."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott patted her head and pulled her into a hug. "Honesty is to be rewarded." Her body shuddered with suppressed sobs. June caught his eye over Cathy's shoulder and gave him an uncertain look. He shook his head slightly and gave her a thumbs up. She nodded slightly and quietly left the aisle. Cathy sniffed and mumbled into his chest, "I miss my mom." He rubbed slow circles in back and said softly, "I know, I know."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> After her sobs subsided, the pair continued hugging in silence for a moment before separating. Cathy rubbed her eyes and sniffed, attempting to regain her composure. "So what happens now?" Scott quirked an eyebrow, "For now, we finish shopping and head on home." He looked up and down the aisle. "Provided that we can find where June wandered off to." A soft sigh escaped her throat. "That's not what I meant." She gave him a steady look. "What's the next step to getting my mom back?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott considered her for a moment before responding. "For now, you'll continue your drug regimen and etiquette lessons." He gave her breasts a poke. "Your milk hasn't come in so we can't start that training or begin selling your milk, but there are things you can do." He drummed out a little beat on her breasts. "Now that you're big enough to not get stopped when you walk down the street, you could start working here." An impish grin spread over his face. "I'm sure Martha would enjoy having you around." Cathy flushed and let out a small huff. His grin widened.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> He groped her slowly as he thought. "As for getting your mom, considering who your mother was, her price is bound to be exorbitant. Even if I got a sweetheart rate." He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "But we're inno rush. Her current owner is treating her rather well and seems fond of her, so he probably won't randomly sell her off." A mild frown spread across his face. "The downside of that is it will take even more money or favors to get him to part with her, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> As he spoke, Cathy's expression became more and more disheartened. Scott smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry about it. I have a plan to make you so profitable you could buy your mom a dozen times over." She nodded, but didn't look entirely reassured. "You've already made a fair bit of progress today" he said, his smile bright. "What do you mean?" her face had the expression of a wary kitten expecting the roar of vacuum cleaner. "You didn't freak out when I touched your breasts." He gave them a squeeze for emphasis. She looked conflicted and seemed on the verge of saying something, but decided against it. "Anyway, we should find June and head on out." He patted her butt, saying "Come along" and set out to find June with Cathy in tow.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> It didn't take too long to find her. After passing a display of plushie cowslaves playing in a pool, they walked into an aisle devoted to greeting cards and other printed media. The various cards bore animated scenes catering to various situations. One card depicted a busty woman losing power to her exosuit, being pulled to the ground by her own breasts and a small group comes by to help her up. The words flowing across the card said 'We know you've fallen on hard times, but we'll always be there to support you' in a wavy font. The other side of the aisle bore a number of coloring books plastered with pictures of famous cows, magazines devoted to various tastes, and paperback erotica, some written by store employees. And hunched over by the magazines was June.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> She was engrossed in reading an issue of Cow's Life. The cover had a looping video of a blonde cow spraying milk and making bedroom eyes at the viewer. The headline of the issue was an interview with Alexis Cream, the first cow in space. In smaller text were headlines like 'Five nipple stimulation methods guaranteed to increase lactation!', 'Finding the right cleavage vibrator for you', 'The new frontier of breast sex'. June seemed to have ignored the magazine's other offerings in favor of a review of a new model of mobile milker that promised to provide endless breastgasms.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her to grab her breasts. "Doing some early Christmas shopping?" he asked looking over her shoulder. She leaned into him, "Just looking at the new milker you were going to buy for Sarah." He gave her breasts a squeeze as he read the article over her shoulder. "It's a high end model. I'm a very thoughtful father, aren't I?" he said in faux pompous tone, nodding to himself. A small smile spread across June's face. "Of course you are, master." They enjoyed each other's company for a moment before she spoke in a low tone, "Everything alright?" He teased her nipples and spoke in the same tone, "I think I've made some progress with her." He leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "I told you it was a good idea."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> They separated and returned to the cart. While they were having their little chat, Cathy had decided to brave the contents of the erotica section. The look on her face was difficult to describe, but she was reading the book very intently. Scott caught her eye and said, "you can have it, if you want it..." She snapped the book shut, placed it on the shelf, and tried to look as small as possible. He just shrugged in response and looked through the cart before nodding to himself. "I think we're ready to go. Any objections?" June shook her head, but Cathy looked at the shelf for a long second before shaking her head.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The three gathered up their purchases and headed to the exit. As they were passing through the checkout, Scott noticed a certain book pass amongst their purchases. He turned to give Cathy a look. She was pointedly not looking in his direction when she snatched up the book and made a beeline for the door. When she stepped outside, she noticed something was off about the building, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Scott and June made their way outside to see her gaze flickering over the building. Scott simply smiled at Cathy. Finally, the penny dropped, Cathy glared at him like she was trying to set him on fire with her mind. The upper level of Blue Barn didn't have cows mounted on the wall. Cackling laughter echoed in the street.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The offending bottle was of a higher quality than most of its neighbors, offering a gallery of artists' renditions of the cow in addition to the video. The video on the bottle showed Scott fucking Annie from behind, a slightly tinny slap followed by a squeal from the tiny speakers on the bottle. However, this was not the source of Cathy's distress, as surprising as that may be. Rather, it was the words, Top shelf: All in the Family, printed in red lettering across the bottle.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott cocked an eyebrow, utterly unperturbed. "Yes? And?" Cathy sputtered, but quickly regained her momentum. "You don't do that! Why would do that!?" she all but shrieked, her face blotchy.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"For two reasons," he said, and held up a finger. "One, have you seen her?" A lewd grin spread across his face, "Rawr." Cathy's blush deepened as her outrage engine built up steam. The grin slid off of Scott's face and his voice grew solemn. "Second, parents can't sell their children if they're already married."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>She froze, the blood draining from her face. "What... why?" Scott sighed and looked her in the eye. "I would think you of all people would understand why." Cathy flinched and looked down, clutching her plushie tighter. His stare never wavered. "Didn't you sign up with me to help your mother? Family is important after all." For a while she just stared down at her own cleavage, fiddling with her plushie. She nodded, "Yeah... but not just for her." She looked up, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I did it for me too." A shudder ran through her and tears began to roll down her cheeks. "I didn't know what to do without her."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott patted her head and pulled her into a hug. "Honesty is to be rewarded." Her body shuddered with suppressed sobs. June caught his eye over Cathy's shoulder and gave him an uncertain look. He shook his head slightly and gave her a thumbs up. She nodded slightly and quietly left the aisle. Cathy sniffed and mumbled into his chest, "I miss my mom." He rubbed slow circles in back and said softly, "I know, I know."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>After her sobs subsided, the pair continued hugging in silence for a moment before separating. Cathy rubbed her eyes and sniffed, attempting to regain her composure. "So what happens now?" Scott quirked an eyebrow, "For now, we finish shopping and head on home." He looked up and down the aisle. "Provided that we can find where June wandered off to." A soft sigh escaped her throat. "That's not what I meant." She gave him a steady look. "What's the next step to getting my mom back?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott considered her for a moment before responding. "For now, you'll continue your drug regimen and etiquette lessons." He gave her breasts a poke. "Your milk hasn't come in so we can't start that training or begin selling your milk, but there are things you can do." He drummed out a little beat on her breasts. "Now that you're big enough to not get stopped when you walk down the street, you could start working here." An impish grin spread over his face. "I'm sure Martha would enjoy having you around." Cathy flushed and let out a small huff. His grin widened.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>He groped her slowly as he thought. "As for getting your mom, considering who your mother was, her price is bound to be exorbitant. Even if I got a sweetheart rate." He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "But we're inno rush. Her current owner is treating her rather well and seems fond of her, so he probably won't randomly sell her off." A mild frown spread across his face. "The downside of that is it will take even more money or favors to get him to part with her, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>As he spoke, Cathy's expression became more and more disheartened. Scott smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry about it. I have a plan to make you so profitable you could buy your mom a dozen times over." She nodded, but didn't look entirely reassured. "You've already made a fair bit of progress today" he said, his smile bright. "What do you mean?" her face had the expression of a wary kitten expecting the roar of vacuum cleaner. "You didn't freak out when I touched your breasts." He gave them a squeeze for emphasis. She looked conflicted and seemed on the verge of saying something, but decided against it. "Anyway, we should find June and head on out." He patted her butt, saying "Come along" and set out to find June with Cathy in tow.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>It didn't take too long to find her. After passing a display of plushie cowslaves playing in a pool, they walked into an aisle devoted to greeting cards and other printed media. The various cards bore animated scenes catering to various situations. One card depicted a busty woman losing power to her exosuit, being pulled to the ground by her own breasts and a small group comes by to help her up. The words flowing across the card said 'We know you've fallen on hard times, but we'll always be there to support you' in a wavy font. The other side of the aisle bore a number of coloring books plastered with pictures of famous cows, magazines devoted to various tastes, and paperback erotica, some written by store employees. And hunched over by the magazines was June.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>She was engrossed in reading an issue of Cow's Life. The cover had a looping video of a blonde cow spraying milk and making bedroom eyes at the viewer. The headline of the issue was an interview with Alexis Cream, the first cow in space. In smaller text were headlines like 'Five nipple stimulation methods guaranteed to increase lactation!', 'Finding the right cleavage vibrator for you', 'The new frontier of breast sex'. June seemed to have ignored the magazine's other offerings in favor of a review of a new model of mobile milker that promised to provide endless breastgasms.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her to grab her breasts. "Doing some early Christmas shopping?" he asked looking over her shoulder. She leaned into him, "Just looking at the new milker you were going to buy for Sarah." He gave her breasts a squeeze as he read the article over her shoulder. "It's a high end model. I'm a very thoughtful father, aren't I?" he said in faux pompous tone, nodding to himself. A small smile spread across June's face. "Of course you are, master." They enjoyed each other's company for a moment before she spoke in a low tone, "Everything alright?" He teased her nipples and spoke in the same tone, "I think I've made some progress with her." He leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "I told you it was a good idea."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>They separated and returned to the cart. While they were having their little chat, Cathy had decided to brave the contents of the erotica section. The look on her face was difficult to describe, but she was reading the book very intently. Scott caught her eye and said, "you can have it, if you want it..." She snapped the book shut, placed it on the shelf, and tried to look as small as possible. He just shrugged in response and looked through the cart before nodding to himself. "I think we're ready to go. Any objections?" June shook her head, but Cathy looked at the shelf for a long second before shaking her head.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The three gathered up their purchases and headed to the exit. As they were passing through the checkout, Scott noticed a certain book pass amongst their purchases. He turned to give Cathy a look. She was pointedly not looking in his direction when she snatched up the book and made a beeline for the door. When she stepped outside, she noticed something was off about the building, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Scott and June made their way outside to see her gaze flickering over the building. Scott simply smiled at Cathy. Finally, the penny dropped, Cathy glared at him like she was trying to set him on fire with her mind. The upper level of Blue Barn didn't have cows mounted on the wall. Cackling laughter echoed in the street.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -1789,22 +1789,22 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
{
get text() {
const r = [];
- r.push(`<p> Cathy's ire had faded somewhat by the time they made it home. A soft chime rang out as they walked in the door, followed shortly by a faint voice calling out, "Welcome home," from further in the house. The trio put the groceries on the kitchen island and began to put them away. The background murmur of a TV and the faint roar of a hair dryer were coming from the next room. Scott was about to walk into the room, but he paused and looked at the plushie in his hand. He turned and pressed it into June's hands, giving her a meaningful look. She looked at the doll for a moment before returning his look with a smile. Message received. He gave her a quick nod before walking through the door.</p>`);
- 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> 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> 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>`);
- r.push(`<p> Scott took a moment to steady his breath. "You know we have to wait for the treatment to take." Annie let out a sound of displeasure, but Scott didn't waver. "Do you want to go through all the trouble we had with Sarah again?" She deflated a bit. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "That doesn't mean we can't get some practice in." Immediately, Annie captured his mouth again and began tearing at his clothes. It took them a few hours to make it back to bedroom.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Cathy's ire had faded somewhat by the time they made it home. A soft chime rang out as they walked in the door, followed shortly by a faint voice calling out, "Welcome home," from further in the house. The trio put the groceries on the kitchen island and began to put them away. The background murmur of a TV and the faint roar of a hair dryer were coming from the next room. Scott was about to walk into the room, but he paused and looked at the plushie in his hand. He turned and pressed it into June's hands, giving her a meaningful look. She looked at the doll for a moment before returning his look with a smile. Message received. He gave her a quick nod before walking through the door.</p>`);
+ 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>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>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>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Scott took a moment to steady his breath. "You know we have to wait for the treatment to take." Annie let out a sound of displeasure, but Scott didn't waver. "Do you want to go through all the trouble we had with Sarah again?" She deflated a bit. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "That doesn't mean we can't get some practice in." Immediately, Annie captured his mouth again and began tearing at his clothes. It took them a few hours to make it back to bedroom.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -1838,14 +1838,14 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
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>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 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.";
@@ -2089,10 +2089,10 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
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>`);
r.push(`<p>"Shit, 'Manta'. 'Don't rightly know.' Don't tell me you're buying into this pirate crap too." The third crewmember chimes up.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "I think you're just mad that your callsign is 'Cuttlefish'" Manta shoots back.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "I've had worse," Cuttlefish replies, then mutters quietly "but not by much."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "I dunno, mate. As an accent it's kind of infectious, especially since they got all the wenches in Tortuga speaking it. It makes the whole port kind of endearing."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "I can't argue with that. Pull one of them girls on my lap and listening to her squeal and squirm, and then they get all that grog in you... Let's just say I'm warming up to the place."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"I think you're just mad that your callsign is 'Cuttlefish'" Manta shoots back.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"I've had worse," Cuttlefish replies, then mutters quietly "but not by much."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"I dunno, mate. As an accent it's kind of infectious, especially since they got all the wenches in Tortuga speaking it. It makes the whole port kind of endearing."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"I can't argue with that. Pull one of them girls on my lap and listening to her squeal and squirm, and then they get all that grog in you... Let's just say I'm warming up to the place."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Orca shakes his head at the banter of his crew shaking the camera mount as well slightly before he turns to leave. He takes a step out before suddenly freezing and stopping. He clicks on his radio and says "Radio silence for a minute."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Turning and heading towards the large crate of supplies marked 'bananas'. He then takes a step back before giving the crate a swift kick producing a high pitched yelp. "Boys, I think our score is bigger than we thought. Get down here and —"</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Uh captain, you better get up here, we got trouble." Manta's voice comes back.</p>`);
@@ -2128,38 +2128,38 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
get text() {
const r = [];
r.push(`<p>"Well, you did well to win the 'cleanest urchin' contest."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Currently you seem to be watching a scene from the industrial revolution, in a smoke smudged brick courtyard by a factory. A stout manager, dressed in a black suit, is leading a thin urchin toward a wooden building built out from the main factory.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Thank you, sir," the urchin gulps. "My mother really needs the money. You promised a shilling?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "And I really need to recover these bearings!" The stout man proclaims. "I'm surprised you were so modest, though. Someone with skin as pure as yours doesn't need to be ashamed of it."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Uh, I'm fair like my mother, sir." The waif hugs their arms around their chest.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Well she must be helping keep you clean, boy!" The man laughs, and flings open the door to the outbuilding, revealing a series of tanks about three times as tall as he is.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "This one right here," he taps the nearest, "is almost full of water. However, the blasted mixer for the tank has fallen apart." There is enough light entering from the door to show a belt driven mixer hanging above the tank, with a missing plate and empty sockets. "The bearings are about`);
+ r.push(`<p>Currently you seem to be watching a scene from the industrial revolution, in a smoke smudged brick courtyard by a factory. A stout manager, dressed in a black suit, is leading a thin urchin toward a wooden building built out from the main factory.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Thank you, sir," the urchin gulps. "My mother really needs the money. You promised a shilling?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"And I really need to recover these bearings!" The stout man proclaims. "I'm surprised you were so modest, though. Someone with skin as pure as yours doesn't need to be ashamed of it."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Uh, I'm fair like my mother, sir." The waif hugs their arms around their chest.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Well she must be helping keep you clean, boy!" The man laughs, and flings open the door to the outbuilding, revealing a series of tanks about three times as tall as he is.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"This one right here," he taps the nearest, "is almost full of water. However, the blasted mixer for the tank has fallen apart." There is enough light entering from the door to show a belt driven mixer hanging above the tank, with a missing plate and empty sockets. "The bearings are about`);
if (V.showInches === 2) {
r.push(`an inch`);
} else {
r.push(`three centimeters`);
}
r.push(`across, and fell right in the damn tank. I can't drain the tank without those bearings because they're valuable, and I can't foul the drain. But I can't seem to fish them out either, it's too dark. That's why I needed someone clean, someone that won't get their filth in my tank. There's a shilling if you can get me back all eight of my bearings in ten minutes."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Just ten minutes sir?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Time is money. Now strip."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The urchin hesitates.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Still shy?" the man leers.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "I'll do it." The youth strips off his shirt and steps inside, shutting the door before dropping his trousers.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Hand me your clothes then, NOTHING IN MY TANK." The man grumps.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The camera cuts inside to show a dim black and white view of the youth's nude silhouette scrambling up the tank, fumbling with the lid and slipping inside. They pass up a series of bearings quickly for a while, but seem to struggle to find the final ones.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "TIME!" Calls the man, holstering his pocket watch.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Sir, I can't find the last two!" The youth splutters.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Can you find the fucking holes!?!" the man roars.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "E-eight..." the lad responds, crestfallen.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Then here's the deal. Let's make it interesting. I will double your wages. Double them! Two shillings! If you can find your own fucking asshole and shove the six you have in there, then find the last two. Sloppy idiot."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The youth freezes. "Sir?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "You heard me. You're not losing those; polish them! I'm not even peeking, keep your precious privacy."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> You can see the hesitation in the outline of the desperate youth, then a slump of the shoulders. "Yes, sir."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Perched on top of the tank, they bend over with their hand on the mixer and begin inserting the bearings into their new housing. They are each about an inch wide, and the first takes quite some time.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Hurry up, damn it!" the man roars.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The urchin jumps, and then jumps again as the bearing slips home. They freeze for a moment, trembling. Then begin pushing in the others.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "WELL?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "They're in, sir," he responds weakly, and slips into the tank. The man harrumphs and starts examining his watch again. After a few minutes have passed, the lad pops up with the seventh bearing, and then returns to the bottom. They're clearly holding their breath as long as they can.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Just ten minutes sir?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Time is money. Now strip."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The urchin hesitates.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Still shy?" the man leers.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"I'll do it." The youth strips off his shirt and steps inside, shutting the door before dropping his trousers.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Hand me your clothes then, NOTHING IN MY TANK." The man grumps.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The camera cuts inside to show a dim black and white view of the youth's nude silhouette scrambling up the tank, fumbling with the lid and slipping inside. They pass up a series of bearings quickly for a while, but seem to struggle to find the final ones.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"TIME!" Calls the man, holstering his pocket watch.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Sir, I can't find the last two!" The youth splutters.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Can you find the fucking holes!?!" the man roars.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"E-eight..." the lad responds, crestfallen.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Then here's the deal. Let's make it interesting. I will double your wages. Double them! Two shillings! If you can find your own fucking asshole and shove the six you have in there, then find the last two. Sloppy idiot."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The youth freezes. "Sir?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"You heard me. You're not losing those; polish them! I'm not even peeking, keep your precious privacy."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>You can see the hesitation in the outline of the desperate youth, then a slump of the shoulders. "Yes, sir."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Perched on top of the tank, they bend over with their hand on the mixer and begin inserting the bearings into their new housing. They are each about an inch wide, and the first takes quite some time.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Hurry up, damn it!" the man roars.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The urchin jumps, and then jumps again as the bearing slips home. They freeze for a moment, trembling. Then begin pushing in the others.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"WELL?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"They're in, sir," he responds weakly, and slips into the tank. The man harrumphs and starts examining his watch again. After a few minutes have passed, the lad pops up with the seventh bearing, and then returns to the bottom. They're clearly holding their breath as long as they can.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"TIME!" The man roars again.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>Spluttering, the youth surfaces. "I-I... I can't find it!" he cries desperately. Splashing his way out of the tank and scrambling toward the door, he pauses to force down a sudden erection. The man flings open the door, letting daylight stream in and briefly washing out the black and white camera. His pants are also open and showing an erection raging as fiercely as he is.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Then you need some blasted motivation! I'll pack those bearings in myself!"</p>`);
@@ -2177,46 +2177,46 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
const r = [];
r.push(`Today's show seems to be a Western of some sort, named "Steerswood". The sun is beating down on a young Indian woman standing on a scaffold with a noose around her neck. Her lower arms are bound tightly to each other behind her back keeping her hands free but unable to reach anything. The ropes squeeze her modest breasts so they poke out further than they usually would, and she is forced to stand on tiptoe to avoid choking. Around her are three women who evidently live in the town. They seem to be outraged at the Indian girl.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "You fucking whore!" the first one, a blonde, screams.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Tell her, Annie!" the second one chimes in.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "I am sick and tired of you. Thieves!" She jabs a trapped breast with her finger to punctuate her words, "stealing our husbands with your harlotry."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "I beg you," the Indian girl replies, "it's very urgent. We are all in great danger! The great Bird..."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Listen to this bitch, Dakota." Annie turns to the second woman. "We are all in great danger" she mimics. She turns back to slap the Indian. "Little Cloud, was it? I don't give a SHIT about the coming of your bird god. The greatest danger my husband has right now is ME. And right now, YOU are in danger for stealing him, bitch."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Frantically the girl twists to face the third woman, with a crown of red hair and freckles. "You are Kate, yes? Please, tell them I have done nothing." Kate looks up for a moment, saying nothing. "Your men, they don't even look at us. When they come to the village, they only have eyes for..."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> In a flash, Kate is choking her. "How DARE you. How DARE you insinuate that my husband is some PERVERT. He is a doctor, and can heal man or beast. I trust you can at least respect a 'medicine man'?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Annie punches one breast, while Dakota slowly twists the nipple on the other one. Cloud shrinks into silence under the assault.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "You know what I am thinking, girls," Dakota muses. "I am thinking this might be an honest mistake." The heads of the other two snap around. "Hear me out. I am wondering if she honestly thinks she's not a whore, simply because she doesn't look like one."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The others pause for a moment, then start to laugh. "Ahh, I see where this is going. We could teach her. Yes, let's 'help her out'."</p>`);
- 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>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"You fucking whore!" the first one, a blonde, screams.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Tell her, Annie!" the second one chimes in.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"I am sick and tired of you. Thieves!" She jabs a trapped breast with her finger to punctuate her words, "stealing our husbands with your harlotry."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"I beg you," the Indian girl replies, "it's very urgent. We are all in great danger! The great Bird..."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Listen to this bitch, Dakota." Annie turns to the second woman. "We are all in great danger" she mimics. She turns back to slap the Indian. "Little Cloud, was it? I don't give a SHIT about the coming of your bird god. The greatest danger my husband has right now is ME. And right now, YOU are in danger for stealing him, bitch."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Frantically the girl twists to face the third woman, with a crown of red hair and freckles. "You are Kate, yes? Please, tell them I have done nothing." Kate looks up for a moment, saying nothing. "Your men, they don't even look at us. When they come to the village, they only have eyes for..."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>In a flash, Kate is choking her. "How DARE you. How DARE you insinuate that my husband is some PERVERT. He is a doctor, and can heal man or beast. I trust you can at least respect a 'medicine man'?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Annie punches one breast, while Dakota slowly twists the nipple on the other one. Cloud shrinks into silence under the assault.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"You know what I am thinking, girls," Dakota muses. "I am thinking this might be an honest mistake." The heads of the other two snap around. "Hear me out. I am wondering if she honestly thinks she's not a whore, simply because she doesn't look like one."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The others pause for a moment, then start to laugh. "Ahh, I see where this is going. We could teach her. Yes, let's 'help her out'."</p>`);
+ 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> "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>`);
- r.push(`<p> "You've got boots?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Nope, but I can get her some big red ones." She returns quickly, holding up a large bucket. "You see, my husband has left me to fix the barn all by myself. Waterproofing with pitch, fixing boards, and painting the wood!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The girl squirms, but Dakota and Annie dive in with big sweeping strokes and large brushes. "Leave her bush and asshole clean for customers" giggles Dakota. "As clean as a whore's holes can be," corrects Annie.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> They step back to inspect their work. "Looks like a whore to me," Kate says.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The girl is clearly exhausted and struggling to stay on her feet. Sweat is rolling down her face, and her makeup is already beginning to run around her eyes. Her legs are barn red from her hips to the tip of her toes, and a small puddle of paint is forming under her feet and between her toes. Sweat is pouring off her naked body.</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>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"You've got boots?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Nope, but I can get her some big red ones." She returns quickly, holding up a large bucket. "You see, my husband has left me to fix the barn all by myself. Waterproofing with pitch, fixing boards, and painting the wood!"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The girl squirms, but Dakota and Annie dive in with big sweeping strokes and large brushes. "Leave her bush and asshole clean for customers" giggles Dakota. "As clean as a whore's holes can be," corrects Annie.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>They step back to inspect their work. "Looks like a whore to me," Kate says.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The girl is clearly exhausted and struggling to stay on her feet. Sweat is rolling down her face, and her makeup is already beginning to run around her eyes. Her legs are barn red from her hips to the tip of her toes, and a small puddle of paint is forming under her feet and between her toes. Sweat is pouring off her naked body.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "You know." Annie frowns. "She still really doesn't look like a whore to me. Shouldn't she be showing her skills? Spreading her legs?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> In a moment they have a barrel set up on end, somewhat behind her and also partly under her. While it is too low for the girl to sit on, the smooth handle of a broken pitchfork is nailed to the side of the barrel and sticking up above it. "Here we go." Annie and Dakota each lift a leg, while Kate crouches down and adjusts the height of the barrel with a few shims, then guides the shaft towards the Indian's crotch. She brushes it slowly against her ass, tickling her hair. Little Cloud freezes, petrified. "Here, then?" Kate asks with a sinister smile, as she slides it forward.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Please no, I'm a v-"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Both women drop her legs at the same time, and the girl screams as she tries to catch herself. The intruder does not make it far into her vagina as long as she stays on tiptoe, but she clearly can't lift herself high enough to get off the makeshift dildo entirely. And the noose around her neck keeps her from moving in any lateral direction.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Ahhhh hahaha," the women laugh. "A virgin? YOU? After all you all did to steal our husbands, you harlot?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Annie bursts out laughing. "Sorry, she still doesn't look like a whore to me. What a failure as a woman. I can't imagine any man falling for such a sorry sight. But hearing her beg? With those red legs? She's more like one of my pathetic chickens. Cluck cluck!" She laughs hysterically.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "A chicken, hmm?" Dakota ponders for a moment. "Annie, what if we..." she whispers in her ear.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Another quick pass of the camera and everyone is back in the middle of town.</p >`);
- r.push(`<p> "Oh, I am going to enjoy this, bitch," Dakota says. She lifts a brush from a new bucket that seems to shimmer with a slight haze. "I fucking hate this stuff. It should be HIS job. Hurts when you get it on your skin until it cools, and it <i>never</i> comes off. Have you ever had pitch on your skin, bitch? Have you ever had it in your <i>hair</i>?"</p >`);
- r.push(`<p> Dakota pauses for a moment to let the pitch drip into the bucket, then approaches the terrified girl. She starts to brush onto the crown of the girl's head and lets it run down her twin black braids. It's not hot enough to burn skin permanently, but certainly warm enough to smear around before it sets as a tacky mess. Dakota begins to work in earnest, using the brush to work it into the hair itself, then around the sides of her face, into her ears, down her neck and around her breasts. She covers everything down to her red "boots" and sex, leaving just the face and breasts bare.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Surprise!" yells Annie from behind, emptying out an enormous bag of feathers over the pitch and turning her from dark to white in an instant. The women collapse to the ground in hysterics, barely able to contain themselves. "She's a chicken... with boobs!" one gasps. "A whore chicken."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Let's see her steal the roosters NOW!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The girl writhes in heat and discomfort and twists for some time, begging for freedom. Finally, she coughs and gasps "Please. At least, give me something to drink."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Well shucks, ladies. If we haven't forgotten our hospitality. After all, we must be on our manners even if she ain't." "Who <i>hasn't</i> forgotten to water chickens?" "Can't have her messing their watering dish though."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> All three turn to the girl. "Well as it happens we have just the thing for you. Steerswood Tea!" Kate holds up a very large skin apparently full of liquid from the way it sloshes around. Perhaps`);
+ r.push(`<p>"You know." Annie frowns. "She still really doesn't look like a whore to me. Shouldn't she be showing her skills? Spreading her legs?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>In a moment they have a barrel set up on end, somewhat behind her and also partly under her. While it is too low for the girl to sit on, the smooth handle of a broken pitchfork is nailed to the side of the barrel and sticking up above it. "Here we go." Annie and Dakota each lift a leg, while Kate crouches down and adjusts the height of the barrel with a few shims, then guides the shaft towards the Indian's crotch. She brushes it slowly against her ass, tickling her hair. Little Cloud freezes, petrified. "Here, then?" Kate asks with a sinister smile, as she slides it forward.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Please no, I'm a v-"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Both women drop her legs at the same time, and the girl screams as she tries to catch herself. The intruder does not make it far into her vagina as long as she stays on tiptoe, but she clearly can't lift herself high enough to get off the makeshift dildo entirely. And the noose around her neck keeps her from moving in any lateral direction.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Ahhhh hahaha," the women laugh. "A virgin? YOU? After all you all did to steal our husbands, you harlot?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Annie bursts out laughing. "Sorry, she still doesn't look like a whore to me. What a failure as a woman. I can't imagine any man falling for such a sorry sight. But hearing her beg? With those red legs? She's more like one of my pathetic chickens. Cluck cluck!" She laughs hysterically.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"A chicken, hmm?" Dakota ponders for a moment. "Annie, what if we..." she whispers in her ear.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Another quick pass of the camera and everyone is back in the middle of town.</p >`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Oh, I am going to enjoy this, bitch," Dakota says. She lifts a brush from a new bucket that seems to shimmer with a slight haze. "I fucking hate this stuff. It should be HIS job. Hurts when you get it on your skin until it cools, and it <i>never</i> comes off. Have you ever had pitch on your skin, bitch? Have you ever had it in your <i>hair</i>?"</p >`);
+ r.push(`<p>Dakota pauses for a moment to let the pitch drip into the bucket, then approaches the terrified girl. She starts to brush onto the crown of the girl's head and lets it run down her twin black braids. It's not hot enough to burn skin permanently, but certainly warm enough to smear around before it sets as a tacky mess. Dakota begins to work in earnest, using the brush to work it into the hair itself, then around the sides of her face, into her ears, down her neck and around her breasts. She covers everything down to her red "boots" and sex, leaving just the face and breasts bare.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Surprise!" yells Annie from behind, emptying out an enormous bag of feathers over the pitch and turning her from dark to white in an instant. The women collapse to the ground in hysterics, barely able to contain themselves. "She's a chicken... with boobs!" one gasps. "A whore chicken."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Let's see her steal the roosters NOW!"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The girl writhes in heat and discomfort and twists for some time, begging for freedom. Finally, she coughs and gasps "Please. At least, give me something to drink."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Well shucks, ladies. If we haven't forgotten our hospitality. After all, we must be on our manners even if she ain't." "Who <i>hasn't</i> forgotten to water chickens?" "Can't have her messing their watering dish though."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>All three turn to the girl. "Well as it happens we have just the thing for you. Steerswood Tea!" Kate holds up a very large skin apparently full of liquid from the way it sloshes around. Perhaps`);
if (V.showInches === 2) {
r.push(`several liters`);
} else {
@@ -2229,20 +2229,20 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
r.push(`7 centimeters`);
}
r.push(`in diameter it seems, with a short but stiff rubber hose coming from the tip.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The girl is stirred to new energy, and everyone is treated to the comical sight of the chicken choking and flopping around. In the end though, she has nowhere to go and Dakota plops the skin down on the barrel. Katie adjusts the wedges at the bottom of the barrel again, while Annie tends to the rope.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Steerswood tea," Katie explains, "is a special drink we have made just for you. Plenty to drink, which you wanted, yes?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Yes, but..."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "And you Indians looove that firewater, right?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "I was always too young to..."</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "But the magic sauce is a little something that each one of us has contributed." The woman all giggle.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "W-water?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "There's plenty of water <i>in</i> it," Dakota concedes. She brushes the plug and tube with pitch and tickles Cloud's asshole for a bit before suddenly pushing the tip inside.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> After some adjustments, the new game becomes clear. The dildo is no longer enough to keep her from sinking, so she rests on the buttplug. The buttplug is far too large to enter her rear and is coated in pitch, making inward progress even slower. However, the buttplug(and her aching rear) is resting on the bladder full of tea. The lower she sinks, the more "tea" she injects into her own asshole, and she has no room to expel the sticky intruder.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> She frantically rocks up and down, trying to find some new position to escape her discomfort. Tears and drool roll down her face and her makeup is now running down her neck.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> The women laugh at her new predicament for a while, before hitting her red legs with switches. The girl sinks lower and lower in despair as her abdomen swells larger and larger, growling and bubbling as it swells.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "How do you like our hospitality now?" "Think you'll be back soon to tease our husbands?"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Little Cloud lets out an enormous wet belch, then two more as she strains her body.</p >`);
- r.push(`<p> "Hahahaha, her breath smells like whiskey and," Annie says as she eyes Kate, "You, to be frank." They both burst out laughing again.</p >`);
+ r.push(`<p>The girl is stirred to new energy, and everyone is treated to the comical sight of the chicken choking and flopping around. In the end though, she has nowhere to go and Dakota plops the skin down on the barrel. Katie adjusts the wedges at the bottom of the barrel again, while Annie tends to the rope.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Steerswood tea," Katie explains, "is a special drink we have made just for you. Plenty to drink, which you wanted, yes?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Yes, but..."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"And you Indians looove that firewater, right?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"I was always too young to..."</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"But the magic sauce is a little something that each one of us has contributed." The woman all giggle.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"W-water?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"There's plenty of water <i>in</i> it," Dakota concedes. She brushes the plug and tube with pitch and tickles Cloud's asshole for a bit before suddenly pushing the tip inside.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>After some adjustments, the new game becomes clear. The dildo is no longer enough to keep her from sinking, so she rests on the buttplug. The buttplug is far too large to enter her rear and is coated in pitch, making inward progress even slower. However, the buttplug(and her aching rear) is resting on the bladder full of tea. The lower she sinks, the more "tea" she injects into her own asshole, and she has no room to expel the sticky intruder.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>She frantically rocks up and down, trying to find some new position to escape her discomfort. Tears and drool roll down her face and her makeup is now running down her neck.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>The women laugh at her new predicament for a while, before hitting her red legs with switches. The girl sinks lower and lower in despair as her abdomen swells larger and larger, growling and bubbling as it swells.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"How do you like our hospitality now?" "Think you'll be back soon to tease our husbands?"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Little Cloud lets out an enormous wet belch, then two more as she strains her body.</p >`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Hahahaha, her breath smells like whiskey and," Annie says as she eyes Kate, "You, to be frank." They both burst out laughing again.</p >`);
return r.join(" ");
}
@@ -2260,43 +2260,43 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
const r = [];
r.push(`Today's show seems to be a continuation of Steerswood. The sun is still beating down on a young Indian woman standing on a scaffold with a noose around her neck. However, she is in a terrible predicament. Surrounded by three jealous women from the town tormenting her, she has been dressed as a chicken through tarring and feathering, and is currently absorbing a large amount of mysterious "tea" through her asshole.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Pleathe, *hiccup*, Thurrr.. shty," Little Cloud murmurs.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Annie slaps her on the breast. "After all we did for you, making that tea and giving it to your sorry ass."</p>`);
- 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`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Pleathe, *hiccup*, Thurrr.. shty," Little Cloud murmurs.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Annie slaps her on the breast. "After all we did for you, making that tea and giving it to your sorry ass."</p>`);
+ 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(`</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.`);
} else {
r.push(`about an arm's span.`);
}
- 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>`);
- r.push(`<p> Kate deliberately kinks the hose to shut off the flow for the moment and presses the kink into Cloud's hand, before wrapping her fingers around it. "Up to her now where she wants it," Kate explains. "It's important to give a patient choices, don't you think?" The gagging Indian tries to use her new grip on the hose to pull it out, but Kate bends her fingers painfully further shut. "Uh-uh. Nope." Kate firmly knots another rawhide band around the hose, and then ties the strip around Cloud's wrist, keeping her from reeling in the hose with her fingers. With her arms themselves bound, she can't move around enough to tear out the hose either. "Medicine goes up or down, not out!"</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>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Kate deliberately kinks the hose to shut off the flow for the moment and presses the kink into Cloud's hand, before wrapping her fingers around it. "Up to her now where she wants it," Kate explains. "It's important to give a patient choices, don't you think?" The gagging Indian tries to use her new grip on the hose to pull it out, but Kate bends her fingers painfully further shut. "Uh-uh. Nope." Kate firmly knots another rawhide band around the hose, and then ties the strip around Cloud's wrist, keeping her from reeling in the hose with her fingers. With her arms themselves bound, she can't move around enough to tear out the hose either. "Medicine goes up or down, not out!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> At this point, her stomach is so distended that the black pitch is showing around individual feathers. Annie and Dakota lock eyes and giggle, while Kate moves to where the noose is tied.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Ready?" They ask the girl. She can barely open her eyes and doesn't move her head. "Ok then, here we go!"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>At this point, her stomach is so distended that the black pitch is showing around individual feathers. Annie and Dakota lock eyes and giggle, while Kate moves to where the noose is tied.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Ready?" They ask the girl. She can barely open her eyes and doesn't move her head. "Ok then, here we go!"</p>`);
r.push(`Kate loosens the rope just as Annie and Dakota each lift a leg. With nothing else to support her, the girl's full weight comes to bear on the plug, which finally smears its tarry way home with a "pop." The Indian girl shudders with an impossible... orgasm? and screams.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Annie releases the noose from the scaffold and shoves her over on her back. "You LIKED that? You disgust me." She is powerless to move, and lays there groaning and drooling beneath the weight of her stomach.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Better finish your drink, little chicken." Dakota wrings out the skin, and the liquid has nowhere to go but in. She neatly wraps rawhide around the bag to make sure the inflation can't reverse, and then covers the whole thing with pitch. It will not be coming undone soon.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Annie releases the noose from the scaffold and shoves her over on her back. "You LIKED that? You disgust me." She is powerless to move, and lays there groaning and drooling beneath the weight of her stomach.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Better finish your drink, little chicken." Dakota wrings out the skin, and the liquid has nowhere to go but in. She neatly wraps rawhide around the bag to make sure the inflation can't reverse, and then covers the whole thing with pitch. It will not be coming undone soon.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "You know, her cunt looks empty now. We should give our little hen something to bring back to her chicks." Dakota suggests.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "I have just the thing!" Annie lifts up a third bucket with a trowel that appears to contain a selection of`);
+ r.push(`<p>"You know, her cunt looks empty now. We should give our little hen something to bring back to her chicks." Dakota suggests.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"I have just the thing!" Annie lifts up a third bucket with a trowel that appears to contain a selection of`);
if (V.seeBestiality === 0) {
r.push(`<i>nuts and seeds.</i>`);
} else {
r.push(`nightcrawlers.`);
}
r.push(`"Perfect for growing birds."`);
- 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`);
+ 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> "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>`);
+ 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>`);
} else {
@@ -2309,29 +2309,29 @@ App.Data.FCTV.shows = {
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> "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>"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`);
+ 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>`);
} 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(`<p> "Enthing...†she slurs around the trowel. "Ethrything ith..."</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>`);
- 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> "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>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Louder!" Dakota beats the drum again.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Uck! Uck!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> "Now RUN, little chicken!"</p>`);
- r.push(`<p> Little Cloud frantically begins to flop and cluck her way out of town into the sunset as fast as she can, chased by the three hysterical women.</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>`);
+ 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>"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>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Louder!" Dakota beats the drum again.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Uck! Uck!"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"Now RUN, little chicken!"</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>Little Cloud frantically begins to flop and cluck her way out of town into the sunset as fast as she can, chased by the three hysterical women.</p>`);
return r.join(" ");
}
},