diff --git a/src/interaction/cyberConfig.tw b/src/interaction/cyberConfig.tw
index dd2c8a9a8291f4cf9ce131632a1487cf715f082c..b46c9cb30332988f239c52025fa854a0a5f2cd65 100644
--- a/src/interaction/cyberConfig.tw
+++ b/src/interaction/cyberConfig.tw
@@ -12,7 +12,7 @@
 		<</if>>
 
 	<<if $activeSlave.origEye == "implant">><br><br>&nbsp;
-		$He has an ocular implant installed. 
+		$He has an ocular implant installed.
 		<<if $activeSlave.eyes == 1>>
 			They are operating normally.
 		<<elseif $activeSlave.eyes == -1>>
@@ -81,7 +81,7 @@
 	<</if>>
 
 	<<if $activeSlave.earImplant == 1>><br><br>&nbsp;
-		$He has a cochlear implant installed. 
+		$He has a cochlear implant installed.
 		<<if $activeSlave.hears == 0>>
 			They are operating normally.
 		<<elseif $activeSlave.hears == -1>>
@@ -96,7 +96,7 @@
 	<</if>>
 
 	<<if $activeSlave.electrolarynx == 1>><br><br>&nbsp;
-		$He has an electrolarynx installed. 
+		$He has an electrolarynx installed.
 		<<if $activeSlave.voice == 0>>
 			It is turned off.
 		<<elseif $activeSlave.voice == 1>>
@@ -153,7 +153,7 @@
 	<<if ($activeSlave.devotion > 20)>>
 		You instruct $him to lie down on the table and proceed to remove $his limbs. $He <<if canSee($activeSlave)>>watches<<elseif canHear($activeSlave)>>listens<<else>>waits<</if>> with interest as you work.<<if ($activeSlave.devotion > 50)>> As you remove the last limb $he playfully wiggles $his stumps at you.<</if>>
 	<<else>>
-		You order $him to lie down on the table and proceed to remove $his limbs. $He <<if canSee($activeSlave)>>watches<<elseif canHear($activeSlave)>>listens<<else>>waits<</if>> with a bitter expression as you work. 
+		You order $him to lie down on the table and proceed to remove $his limbs. $He <<if canSee($activeSlave)>>watches<<elseif canHear($activeSlave)>>listens<<else>>waits<</if>> with a bitter expression as you work.
 	<</if>>
 
 <<case 2>>
@@ -170,7 +170,7 @@
 	<</if>>
 <<case 4>>
 	<<set $temp = 0, $nextButton = "Continue", $nextLink = "cyberConfig">>
-	Attaching $his limbs is a simple procedure, you simply push a connector on each limb into the socket in $his implants until the lock engages.<<if $activeSlave.PLimb == 2>> $He jumps a bit as limbs connect to $his nerves.<</if>> When you are done, $he sits up and 
+	Attaching $his limbs is a simple procedure, you simply push a connector on each limb into the socket in $his implants until the lock engages.<<if $activeSlave.PLimb == 2>> $He jumps a bit as limbs connect to $his nerves.<</if>> When you are done, $he sits up and
 	<<if $activeSlave.amp == -2>>experimentally engages the vibe function in $his fingers.
 	<<elseif $activeSlave.amp == -3>>runs a hand over the smooth skin of $his new legs.
 	<<elseif $activeSlave.amp == -4>>engages and disengages the blade in $his forearm.
diff --git a/src/pregmod/managePersonalAffairs.tw b/src/pregmod/managePersonalAffairs.tw
index d48be24d95ae164e8633f7e6cee338b42f035e18..3dff3e42120c9ff76b3d7bca43fb776b0894f56f 100644
--- a/src/pregmod/managePersonalAffairs.tw
+++ b/src/pregmod/managePersonalAffairs.tw
@@ -1,5 +1,5 @@
-:: Manage Personal Affairs [nobr] 
- 
+:: Manage Personal Affairs [nobr]
+
 <<set $nextButton = "Back", $nextLink = "Main", $showEncyclopedia = 0>>
 <<run PCTitle()>>
 
@@ -109,7 +109,7 @@ Around back;
 	<<if $PC.origHColor != "strawberry-blonde">>| [[Strawberry-blonde|Manage Personal Affairs][$PC.hColor = "strawberry-blonde"]]<</if>>
 	<<if $PC.origHColor != "white">>| [[White|Manage Personal Affairs][$PC.hColor = "white"]]<</if>>
 
-<<if $FCTVreceiver == 1>> 
+<<if $FCTVreceiver == 1>>
 <br><br>
 	<<if $FCTVrate == 1>>
 		You make sure to tune in to FCTV at least once a week. [[Watch every other week|Manage Personal Affairs][$FCTVrate = 2]] | [[Watch once a month|Manage Personal Affairs][$FCTVrate = 4]] | [[Ignore it|Manage Personal Affairs][$FCTVrate = -1]]
@@ -306,7 +306,7 @@ On formal occasions, you are announced as $PCTitle. By slaves, however, you pref
 
 <br>
 <span id="nameResult">
-<<link "Rename yourself">> 
+<<link "Rename yourself">>
 	<<replace "#nameResult">>
 	New name: <<textbox "_PCNamet" $PC.name>>
 		<<link "Apply">>
@@ -417,7 +417,7 @@ In total, you have given birth to:
 <br><<print $PC.birthSelf>> bab<<if $PC.birthSelf > 1>>ies<<else>>y<</if>> that <<if $PC.birthSelf > 1>>are<<else>>is<</if>> literally all you.
 <</if>>
 <<if $PC.birthLab > 0>>
-<br><<print $PC.birthLab>> bab<<if $PC.birthLab > 1>>ies<<else>>y<</if>> specially designed in the lab. 
+<br><<print $PC.birthLab>> bab<<if $PC.birthLab > 1>>ies<<else>>y<</if>> specially designed in the lab.
 <</if>>
 <</if>>
 <<if $PC.slavesKnockedUp > 0>>
@@ -443,7 +443,7 @@ In total, you have given birth to:
 <<if $PC.preg >= 8>>
 	You're currently <<print $PC.preg>> week<<if $PC.preg > 1>>s<</if>> pregnant, so contraception doesn't matter right now.
 <<elseif $PC.preg >= 6>>
-	You're having morning sickness. 
+	You're having morning sickness.
 <<elseif $PC.preg > 1>>
 	You've missed your period. This could be bad.
 <<elseif $PC.preg > 0 && $PC.pregSource != -6>>
diff --git a/src/pregmod/seFCTVshows.tw b/src/pregmod/seFCTVshows.tw
index 8cf8e0adb37849a76a7963631144fcc90c0fd35c..1572a16818254a17497c174d70c0d098dc1d75a6 100644
--- a/src/pregmod/seFCTVshows.tw
+++ b/src/pregmod/seFCTVshows.tw
@@ -25,7 +25,7 @@
 	<</if>>
 <</if>>
 
-Tired after a long day, you tell <<if $Concubine != 0>>@@.pink;$Concubine.slaveName@@<<else>>$assistantName<</if>> to turn on the TV and set FCTV to random show. Your larger-than-life screen flashes on, and is soon playing a random show from the popular streaming service. 
+Tired after a long day, you tell <<if $Concubine != 0>>@@.pink;$Concubine.slaveName@@<<else>>$assistantName<</if>> to turn on the TV and set FCTV to random show. Your larger-than-life screen flashes on, and is soon playing a random show from the popular streaming service.
 /* we need to check for pansy no-extreme squick stuff */
 <<if $minimumSlaveAge < 13 && $randShow == 14>>
 	<<set $randShow = either(0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13)>>
@@ -67,7 +67,7 @@ Tired after a long day, you tell <<if $Concubine != 0>>@@.pink;$Concubine.slaveN
 	<<elseif $randShow == 2 && $showOne > 3 || $showOne == 2>>
 		The program is showing some poorly-shot video showing a woman with flaming-red short hair angrily shouting at a large but uncomfortable-looking man. The title text at the bottom says: <b>"EmancipationGate: Emancipation Movement Exposed"</b> The video continues, revealing more of the angry woman. She's short, wearing a sweaty tank top that makes her bushy underarm hair stand out. Based on the audio thus far, it seems she's trying to tell the large man to keep <<if $seeExtreme == 0>><i>hugging their captives until they smile</i><<else>>torturing their captives until they die<</if>>, that it has to be convincing for the camera. The man says he isn't comfortable doing that to kids, but the woman shouts him down by saying they're only migrant man brats before beginning some nonsensical babble about patriarchy and slavery. The video seems to be being shot on a small handheld device, and pans over to reveal a bunch of severely <<if $seeExtreme == 0>><i>hugged</i><<else>>beaten<</if>> children in slave chains that look like obvious S&M props to your well-trained eye. The angry woman's rant is still continuing from the background, but suddenly stops to be replaced with a yell: <i>"Get the fuck away from the subjects, you better not be fucking filming any..."</i> and the video cuts out.
 		<br><br>
-		The segment cuts back to two news anchors, a dark-haired man with a mustache and an aging bottle blonde. 
+		The segment cuts back to two news anchors, a dark-haired man with a mustache and an aging bottle blonde.
 		<br><br>The bottle blonde speaks to the viewers. "Some of you may recognize the woman in that video as Angry Red, noted femsupremacist and a leading figure in the Old World Emancipation Movement. The video you saw was released along with countless other media files and documents from the movement in the EmancipationGate hacktivist attack. This particular video has been confirmed by computer analysis to be behind the scenes footage from the movement's latest documentary about the horrors of slavery."
 		<br><br>The mustached man looks knowingly at the camera. "Anyone remotely familiar with Free City slavery knew the documentary was complete bullshit, but what we didn't know was just how far those radicalists were willing to go to make us all look bad."
 		<br><br>...
@@ -100,12 +100,12 @@ Tired after a long day, you tell <<if $Concubine != 0>>@@.pink;$Concubine.slaveN
 <<case 2>>
 	<<set $showThree += 1, $lastShow = 2>>
 	<<set $randShow = random(0,2)+1>>
-	It looks like the random function chose to play the 'Home and Slave' stream channel. The current show features a set of female twins wearing nothing but tool belts. Their assets aren't particularly noteworthy, but they have a great hourglass figure, toned muscles, and gorgeous girl-next-door faces. The girls are hosting a DIY show, and seem to be performing a lot of the work themselves. The occasional bead of sweat makes their smooth tan skin really stand out. It seems like this time they are 
+	It looks like the random function chose to play the 'Home and Slave' stream channel. The current show features a set of female twins wearing nothing but tool belts. Their assets aren't particularly noteworthy, but they have a great hourglass figure, toned muscles, and gorgeous girl-next-door faces. The girls are hosting a DIY show, and seem to be performing a lot of the work themselves. The occasional bead of sweat makes their smooth tan skin really stand out. It seems like this time they are
 	<<if $randShow == 1>>
 		working on modifications to an apartment to accommodate enormous anatomy. The pair demonstrate how to tastefully modify a doorway so that giant breasts, <<if $seeDicks == 0>><i>smiles</i><<else>>testicles<</if>>, and baby bumps can get through easily. Their final results weren't refined enough to use in your own home, but were pretty amazing for the economy-sized apartment they filmed at.
-		<br><br>At the end of the show they tested out the new doorways by bringing in a somewhat unusual slave. A naked fu<<if $seeDicks == 0>><i>n</i><</if>>tanari wearing only a cowbell collar, she had massive milky tits, gigantic <<if $seeDicks == 0>><i>smile</i><<else>>balls hanging low in her sack<</if>>, and a belly engorged with what was probably a <<if $seeHyperPreg == 0>><i>single baby</i><<else>>dozen babies<</if>>. The <<if $seeDicks == 0>><i>fun</i><<else>>futa<</if>> cow ambled through the modified door without a problem, resulting in a bouncy victory dance from the naked twins. 
+		<br><br>At the end of the show they tested out the new doorways by bringing in a somewhat unusual slave. A naked fu<<if $seeDicks == 0>><i>n</i><</if>>tanari wearing only a cowbell collar, she had massive milky tits, gigantic <<if $seeDicks == 0>><i>smile</i><<else>>balls hanging low in her sack<</if>>, and a belly engorged with what was probably a <<if $seeHyperPreg == 0>><i>single baby</i><<else>>dozen babies<</if>>. The <<if $seeDicks == 0>><i>fun</i><<else>>futa<</if>> cow ambled through the modified door without a problem, resulting in a bouncy victory dance from the naked twins.
 	<<elseif $randShow == 2>>
-		working on setting up a slave nutrition system inside a moderately-sized apartment. They're installing a deluxe system that has integrated nutritional sensing in addition to a food system that supplies the unit's two feeder/med-dispenser combo units. Amazingly, the whole thing fits into the kitchen without a problem, as they located the main system housing in the pantry. When they're finished, you couldn't tell the nutrition system is there, except for the two large dildos that are sticking out of the side of a cabinet. 
+		working on setting up a slave nutrition system inside a moderately-sized apartment. They're installing a deluxe system that has integrated nutritional sensing in addition to a food system that supplies the unit's two feeder/med-dispenser combo units. Amazingly, the whole thing fits into the kitchen without a problem, as they located the main system housing in the pantry. When they're finished, you couldn't tell the nutrition system is there, except for the two large dildos that are sticking out of the side of a cabinet.
 		<br><br>After their work is done, you're treated to watching the young twins testing the system out. They each take one feeder and ride it to get a test suppository, before turning around and inhaling the cockfeeders for a small meal. You wonder at their choice for the order of events, sucking the cockfeeder they had just finished ramming up their ass, but they were so enthusiastic about it that you decide they probably liked it that way.
 	<<else>>
 		converting a bedroom into slave quarters. Rather than a complex or large project, this episode showcases a number of small projects. It's a pretty helpful show; a lot of what the nude twins cover will help owners house extra slaves without needing more space. The most interesting parts of the program to you were the slave training and libido upgrades they installed.
@@ -121,8 +121,8 @@ Tired after a long day, you tell <<if $Concubine != 0>>@@.pink;$Concubine.slaveN
 	<<else>>
 		<<set $randShow = random(0,9)>>
 	<</if>>
-	It looks like the random function chose to play the 'Home Slave Shopping' stream channel. It's a bit strange, shopping for slaves without inspecting them in person, but you have to admit it's kind of convenient. Plus, you might find something that'd be difficult to get in your own arcology's markets. You started watching at the end of one slave being displayed, the program was going into a lot of detail that isn't always available from shady salesmen at the market. Two hosts are displaying the merchandise and an older male reads details on each slave from a prompter, while a fit female works the slave for the camera to give viewers a good look at what they might purchase. 
-	<br><br>"Next up, we have 
+	It looks like the random function chose to play the 'Home Slave Shopping' stream channel. It's a bit strange, shopping for slaves without inspecting them in person, but you have to admit it's kind of convenient. Plus, you might find something that'd be difficult to get in your own arcology's markets. You started watching at the end of one slave being displayed, the program was going into a lot of detail that isn't always available from shady salesmen at the market. Two hosts are displaying the merchandise and an older male reads details on each slave from a prompter, while a fit female works the slave for the camera to give viewers a good look at what they might purchase.
+	<br><br>"Next up, we have
 	<<if $randShow < 3>> /* premium virgin */
 		<<set $activeSlaveOneTimeMinAge = ($fertilityAge + 2)>>
 		<<set $activeSlaveOneTimeMaxAge = 18>>
@@ -383,11 +383,11 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 	<br><br>
 	<<set $randShow = random(2)+1>>
 	<<if $randShow == 1 && $showFive > 3 || $showFive == 1>>
-		Millie walks away from the classroom-like set, followed by a camera panning along beside her. Her purposeful steps and swinging hips set her breasts jiggling and sending droplets of milk flying from her dark milky nipples. It takes a sadly brief time for her to arrive at her destination, a mostly-white clinical-looking set prepared with several naked--and presumably fertile--slaves. As she comes to a stop in front of the line of slaves, all of the beautiful girls bow their heads and greet her. "<i>Hello Mistress Millie!</i>" 
+		Millie walks away from the classroom-like set, followed by a camera panning along beside her. Her purposeful steps and swinging hips set her breasts jiggling and sending droplets of milk flying from her dark milky nipples. It takes a sadly brief time for her to arrive at her destination, a mostly-white clinical-looking set prepared with several naked--and presumably fertile--slaves. As she comes to a stop in front of the line of slaves, all of the beautiful girls bow their heads and greet her. "<i>Hello Mistress Millie!</i>"
 		<br><br>
 		Millie ignores the naked slaves and turns to the camera. "Today we're going to cover the basics of choosing good breeding sluts, using some of my own stock. Of course, as we covered before, you want to choose breeders that have the traits you're looking for. Intelligence, temperament, bone structure, beauty, or simple cosmetic features like skin and hair color. But that's not all you need to look for!" Millie beckons to one of the slaves in the background, who rushes forward to stand in front of the camera. She points at the girl's flank, and the camera zooms in so that the screen is taken up by the girl's broad hips and moist pussy. "They call them child-bearing hips for a reason!" Millie starts rubbing the girl's hips as she continues. "Wide hips are a solid indicator of a good breeder; they mean a healthier pregnancy and easier--not to mention cheaper--birth. And if you want to increase your production with multiple pregnancies, wide hips are a must!"
 		<br><br>
-		The wide hips of the nubile slave girl suddenly walk off camera, and are soon replaced by the hips of another girl that are dramatically smaller. They aren't the hips of a man, but certainly bring to mind the narrow hips of an old-timey fashion model. The girl has a little extra weight, which is more obvious on her narrow frame, but you can tell she is fit with well-developed muscles. Millie starts touching her demonstration model as she points things out. "Sometimes, you're looking for narrow hips. Maybe you want to breed an athlete or pit fighter, or your tastes just run that way for some reason. You don't have to rule out a slut just because she has small hips, but there are some things to look for. First, you want to make sure the bitch is nicely plush, with well-distributed fat. This is important for a healthy pregnancy, but tends to be overlooked in narrow sluts. Also check their core strength. Muscles are even more important for narrow sluts, to help support the uterus and ease childbirth." She traces the shapes of the slave's hips. "They might be small, but make sure they're well formed, you want them to work properly. Finally, check the pubic bone, its joints with the iliac crests, and the fore part of the crests. You want a smooth curve throughout with loose joints that'll open wide n' easy when it's time." 
+		The wide hips of the nubile slave girl suddenly walk off camera, and are soon replaced by the hips of another girl that are dramatically smaller. They aren't the hips of a man, but certainly bring to mind the narrow hips of an old-timey fashion model. The girl has a little extra weight, which is more obvious on her narrow frame, but you can tell she is fit with well-developed muscles. Millie starts touching her demonstration model as she points things out. "Sometimes, you're looking for narrow hips. Maybe you want to breed an athlete or pit fighter, or your tastes just run that way for some reason. You don't have to rule out a slut just because she has small hips, but there are some things to look for. First, you want to make sure the bitch is nicely plush, with well-distributed fat. This is important for a healthy pregnancy, but tends to be overlooked in narrow sluts. Also check their core strength. Muscles are even more important for narrow sluts, to help support the uterus and ease childbirth." She traces the shapes of the slave's hips. "They might be small, but make sure they're well formed, you want them to work properly. Finally, check the pubic bone, its joints with the iliac crests, and the fore part of the crests. You want a smooth curve throughout with loose joints that'll open wide n' easy when it's time."
 		<br><br>
 		With a smack on the ass, the bitch trots off camera to be replaced by a girl with her knees bent and feet spaced far apart. When the camera pans down you have a clear view of her sodden slit; the stage lights give the natural lubricant coating her inner thighs a more noticeable sheen. Millie rubs two fingers between the slaves' labia, and withdraws the now-soaked digits for the camera to see. "Remember! A wet cunt is a good cunt!" Without any warm-up, she bunches her fingers and thumbs together and inserts her entire hand into the slave's gaping pussy. "A loose baggy cunt may be no good for fucking, but I guarantee it's perfect for making you new slaves. And it may just help you save money, too. Loose cunts tend to drive down a slut's value, right at the perfect age for turning a slut into a breeding bitch."
 		<br><br>.....
@@ -500,11 +500,11 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 
 <<case 9>>
 	<<set $showNine += 1, $lastShow = 9, $randShow = random(3)+1>>
-	It looks like the random function chose to play 
+	It looks like the random function chose to play
 	<<if $randShow == 1>>
-		a documentary on the surging Repopulation movement: "Continuing the Dream". After the opening credits, the documentary introduces a young and extremely pregnant woman as the commentator. The program makes an impassioned argument about the need for a new generation of citizens and slaves that were born into the dream of the free cities. The woman is wearing semi-conservative business attire, and has on elegant makeup. She looks somewhat plain when compared to the hyper-sexualized style of other FCTV programming, though she does make it plain over the course of the program that she loves sex more than ever. She tends to use herself as an example to show that pregnancy no longer means limitations or sacrifice, instead emphasizing that she's on her fifth pregnancy and would rather be with child than without. 
+		a documentary on the surging Repopulation movement: "Continuing the Dream". After the opening credits, the documentary introduces a young and extremely pregnant woman as the commentator. The program makes an impassioned argument about the need for a new generation of citizens and slaves that were born into the dream of the free cities. The woman is wearing semi-conservative business attire, and has on elegant makeup. She looks somewhat plain when compared to the hyper-sexualized style of other FCTV programming, though she does make it plain over the course of the program that she loves sex more than ever. She tends to use herself as an example to show that pregnancy no longer means limitations or sacrifice, instead emphasizing that she's on her fifth pregnancy and would rather be with child than without.
 		<br><br>The woman makes two main points during the course of the documentary. The first is that the combined population of the free cities needs to grow explosively for 'Free City Society' to become stable. She points out several economic reasons, including the drive to invest in research and infrastructure. She has interviews with experts explaining the need for independence; that the Free Cities are still dependent on the Old World industrially and financially, and that the population must expand dramatically to avoid going down with the metaphorical ship. The more Free Cities there are, the more they become free and independent of the Old World.
-		<br><br>The second point concerns the source of the new citizens and slaves that the Free Cities need. Her arguments concerning citizens focus on the unique culture of the Free Cities, and the direction that the future society will take. She points out that immigrants from the Old World are rooted in its decaying culture. She asks her viewers how long it took them to adapt to their new lives, and how often they find themselves doubting their new home subconsciously. She admits that even she sometimes finds something wrong or repulsive, until she realizes that it's the ghost of her past life clinging to her. A noted psychologist talks about the strong hold people's earlier lives has on them, and how developing the promise of the Free Cities will need a generation untainted by the Old World. The documentary's argument for slaves largely comes down to the fact that second-generation slaves are happier, better adjusted, and simply better slaves. 
+		<br><br>The second point concerns the source of the new citizens and slaves that the Free Cities need. Her arguments concerning citizens focus on the unique culture of the Free Cities, and the direction that the future society will take. She points out that immigrants from the Old World are rooted in its decaying culture. She asks her viewers how long it took them to adapt to their new lives, and how often they find themselves doubting their new home subconsciously. She admits that even she sometimes finds something wrong or repulsive, until she realizes that it's the ghost of her past life clinging to her. A noted psychologist talks about the strong hold people's earlier lives has on them, and how developing the promise of the Free Cities will need a generation untainted by the Old World. The documentary's argument for slaves largely comes down to the fact that second-generation slaves are happier, better adjusted, and simply better slaves.
 		<<if $IntelligenceEugenicsSMR != 0 || $HeightEugenicsSMR != 0 || $FaceEugenicsSMR != 0>>
 			It also points out the practical problems that the mass importation of slaves will cause in the gene pool.
 		<</if>>
@@ -531,8 +531,8 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 		<br><br>.....
 
 	<<elseif $arcologies[0].FSTransformationFetishist == "unset" && $randShow == 4>>
-		a documentary on the spreading Body Purist movement titled: "Don't Settle for Imitations". The opening credits are displayed over a series of comparison images showing beautiful breasts and asses next to obviously artificial imitations of the same. The screen splits and shows the two hosts in their own environments side by side. One is an extremely attractive doctor, her body is exquisitely curvy underneath her lab coat and her face is an impossible combination of beautiful and cute. The other host is an artist with graying hair; he's working in his studio to create a life-size sculpture of the first host. He starts off the documentary by asking why people are so eager to destroy the natural beauty of the human form. The doctor continues by asking why people are so impatient that they get implants instead of using a superior process of targeted hormonal growth. 
-		<br><br>The documentary keeps up the two-viewpoint style and approaches the issue from two directions. The first is the stark aesthetic differences between natural and artificial bodies. It demonstrates why implants always fall short of the beauty they seek to imitate, and how those with implants are doomed to a vicious cycle of surgery to try and recapture the beauty they lost in the initial surgery. The other angle, presented by the doctor, is a lot more practical. It points out the numerous shortcomings of implants when compared to natural growth, such as the frequent need for maintenance surgeries, the significant extra health risks, the reduced pleasure and sensitivity felt by implant patients, and the extreme difficulty of a patient to get what they want. Taken together the argument is pretty simple: why get implants when other medical options are cheaper, safer, more effective, healthier, and more attractive? 
+		a documentary on the spreading Body Purist movement titled: "Don't Settle for Imitations". The opening credits are displayed over a series of comparison images showing beautiful breasts and asses next to obviously artificial imitations of the same. The screen splits and shows the two hosts in their own environments side by side. One is an extremely attractive doctor, her body is exquisitely curvy underneath her lab coat and her face is an impossible combination of beautiful and cute. The other host is an artist with graying hair; he's working in his studio to create a life-size sculpture of the first host. He starts off the documentary by asking why people are so eager to destroy the natural beauty of the human form. The doctor continues by asking why people are so impatient that they get implants instead of using a superior process of targeted hormonal growth.
+		<br><br>The documentary keeps up the two-viewpoint style and approaches the issue from two directions. The first is the stark aesthetic differences between natural and artificial bodies. It demonstrates why implants always fall short of the beauty they seek to imitate, and how those with implants are doomed to a vicious cycle of surgery to try and recapture the beauty they lost in the initial surgery. The other angle, presented by the doctor, is a lot more practical. It points out the numerous shortcomings of implants when compared to natural growth, such as the frequent need for maintenance surgeries, the significant extra health risks, the reduced pleasure and sensitivity felt by implant patients, and the extreme difficulty of a patient to get what they want. Taken together the argument is pretty simple: why get implants when other medical options are cheaper, safer, more effective, healthier, and more attractive?
 		<br><br>.....
 
 	<<elseif $arcologies[0].FSBodyPurist == "unset" && $randShow == 4>>
@@ -540,9 +540,9 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 		<br><br>Evidence and whatever else be damned, this isn't the kind of documentary that should be on the FCTV stream in your arcology. You tell $assistantName to remind you to send a complaint in the morning.
 
 	<<else>>
-		a documentary on the surging Repopulation movement: "Continuing the Dream". After the opening credits, the documentary introduces a young and extremely pregnant woman as the commentator. The program makes an impassioned argument about the need for a new generation of citizens and slaves that were born into the dream of the free cities. The woman is wearing semi-conservative business attire, and has on elegant makeup. She looks somewhat plain when compared to the hyper-sexualized style of other FCTV programming, though she does make it plain over the course of the program that she loves sex more than ever. She tends to use herself as an example to show that pregnancy no longer means limitations or sacrifice, instead emphasizing that she's on her fifth pregnancy and would rather be with child than without. 
+		a documentary on the surging Repopulation movement: "Continuing the Dream". After the opening credits, the documentary introduces a young and extremely pregnant woman as the commentator. The program makes an impassioned argument about the need for a new generation of citizens and slaves that were born into the dream of the free cities. The woman is wearing semi-conservative business attire, and has on elegant makeup. She looks somewhat plain when compared to the hyper-sexualized style of other FCTV programming, though she does make it plain over the course of the program that she loves sex more than ever. She tends to use herself as an example to show that pregnancy no longer means limitations or sacrifice, instead emphasizing that she's on her fifth pregnancy and would rather be with child than without.
 		<br><br>The woman makes two main points during the course of the documentary. The first is that the combined population of the free cities needs to grow explosively for 'Free City Society' to become stable. She points out several economic reasons, including the drive to invest in research and infrastructure. She has interviews with experts explaining the need for independence; that the Free Cities are still dependent on the Old World industrially and financially, and that the population must expand dramatically to avoid going down with the metaphorical ship. The more Free Cities there are, the more they become free and independent of the Old World.
-		<br><br>The second point concerns the source of the new citizens and slaves that the Free Cities need. Her arguments concerning citizens focus on the unique culture of the Free Cities, and the direction that the future society will take. She points out that immigrants from the Old World are rooted in its decaying culture. She asks her viewers how long it took them to adapt to their new lives, and how often they find themselves doubting their new home subconsciously. She admits that even she sometimes finds something wrong or repulsive, until she realizes that it's the ghost of her past life clinging to her. A noted psychologist talks about the strong hold people's earlier lives has on them, and how developing the promise of the Free Cities will need a generation untainted by the Old World. The documentary's argument for slaves largely comes down to the fact that second-generation slaves are happier, better adjusted, and simply better slaves. 
+		<br><br>The second point concerns the source of the new citizens and slaves that the Free Cities need. Her arguments concerning citizens focus on the unique culture of the Free Cities, and the direction that the future society will take. She points out that immigrants from the Old World are rooted in its decaying culture. She asks her viewers how long it took them to adapt to their new lives, and how often they find themselves doubting their new home subconsciously. She admits that even she sometimes finds something wrong or repulsive, until she realizes that it's the ghost of her past life clinging to her. A noted psychologist talks about the strong hold people's earlier lives has on them, and how developing the promise of the Free Cities will need a generation untainted by the Old World. The documentary's argument for slaves largely comes down to the fact that second-generation slaves are happier, better adjusted, and simply better slaves.
 		<<if $IntelligenceEugenicsSMR != 0 || $HeightEugenicsSMR != 0 || $FaceEugenicsSMR != 0>>
 			It also points out the practical problems that the mass importation of slaves will cause in the gene pool.
 		<</if>>
@@ -643,7 +643,7 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>"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."
 		<br><br>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.
-		<br><br>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." 
+		<br><br>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."
 		<br><br>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
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
@@ -675,7 +675,7 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
-		<br><br>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 daughters cunny, Sarah cheered lazily, Sadie's legs wiggled with what could be called excitement. 
+		<br><br>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 daughters cunny, Sarah cheered lazily, Sadie's legs wiggled with what could be called excitement.
 		<br><br>"I was also thinking of taking Cathy with us." Annie stopped sucking on her daughter's clit to frown at him. He 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.
 	<<elseif $showTwelve == 3>>
 		The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.
@@ -705,9 +705,9 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>"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.
-		<br><br>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. 
+		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
-		<br><br>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. 
+		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>Cathy looked upon this scene with an expression that could only be charitably described as slack jawed. Scott caught her eye and gave her 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?"
 		<br><br>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?"
@@ -716,30 +716,30 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 		<br><br>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.
 	<<elseif $showTwelve == 5>>
 		The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.
-		<br><br>A moment later, a beet red Cathy was stuttering an apology to 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. 
+		<br><br>A moment later, a beet red Cathy was stuttering an apology to 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.
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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 door and out of sight.
-		<br><br>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. 
+		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
-		<br><br>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. 
-		<br><br>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 hiccuped 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." 
+		<br><br>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.
+		<br><br>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 hiccuped 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."
 		<br><br>Tabby sniffed, took a deep breath, and hiccuped. 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.
 		<br><br>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'.
 		<br><br>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.
-		<br><br>Cathy took a tentative bite before popping the rest into her mouth. "Its 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. 
+		<br><br>Cathy took a tentative bite before popping the rest into her mouth. "Its 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.
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
 	<<elseif $showTwelve == 6>>
 		The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.
-		<br><br>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. 
+		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>The screens displayed what look 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.
 		<br><br>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 green houses 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."
 		<br><br>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.
-		<br><br>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 each other's tonsils while playing a game of hide the vibrator. 
-		<br><br>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 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." 
+		<br><br>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 each other's tonsils while playing a game of hide the vibrator.
+		<br><br>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 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."
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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?"
 		<br><br>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 starting 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."
@@ -757,20 +757,20 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 		<br><br>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."
 		<br><br>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?"
 		<br><br>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.
-		<br><br>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 no 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." 
-		<br><br>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, "Come along" and set out to find June with Cathy in tow. 
+		<br><br>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 no 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."
+		<br><br>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, "Come along" and set out to find June with Cathy in tow.
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
-		<br><br>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." 
+		<br><br>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."
 		<br><br>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.
-		<br><br>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. 
+		<br><br>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.
 	<<elseif $showTwelve == 8>>
 		The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.
 		<br><br>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.
-		<br><br>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 Milkers Monthly 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. 
+		<br><br>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 Milkers Monthly 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.
 		<br><br>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."
 		<br><br>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?"
-		<br><br>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, clean 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 grudging said, "Okay" 
+		<br><br>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, clean 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 grudging said, "Okay"
 		<br><br>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."
 		<br><br>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.
 		<br><br>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.
@@ -789,39 +789,39 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 	<<if $showThirteen == 4>><<set $showThirteen = 1>><</if>>
 	/* $showThirteen is the number of times the channel has been viewed. This will be your chapter count, more or less. */
 	<<if $showThirteen == 1>>
-		The random function has skipped straight to the middle of a "real life" documentary. 
+		The random function has skipped straight to the middle of a "real life" documentary.
 			<br><br>
-			The mountain roads started getting dangerous when the rains started getting bad. All that water washed away the earth and loosened up rocks that had been there for ages. Rock slides started getting more and more common, so the roads started getting less and less traffic. People with enough money took planes to get across the mountains, and those without money just stayed put. That is until things started getting worse over there. There was an exodus of desperate people leaving some time ago after their government withdrew from the area, and that many vehicles was enough to bring down the rocks and kill hundreds. All that was left back home was those stupid enough to think things would get better, and those smart enough to realize that crossing was death. Now the roads are in pretty bad shape, but occasionally some groups come through. Either stupid or desperate, and either case works for us. 
+			The mountain roads started getting dangerous when the rains started getting bad. All that water washed away the earth and loosened up rocks that had been there for ages. Rock slides started getting more and more common, so the roads started getting less and less traffic. People with enough money took planes to get across the mountains, and those without money just stayed put. That is until things started getting worse over there. There was an exodus of desperate people leaving some time ago after their government withdrew from the area, and that many vehicles was enough to bring down the rocks and kill hundreds. All that was left back home was those stupid enough to think things would get better, and those smart enough to realize that crossing was death. Now the roads are in pretty bad shape, but occasionally some groups come through. Either stupid or desperate, and either case works for us.
 			<br><br>
-			Two vans trundle down the road in the early morning fog, seen only by a pair of vague red shapes on a screen. Probably a family trying their escape. The vehicles slow to a halt and a couple of human shapes step out. A good portion of the road in front of them is gone. Maybe if they were on motorbikes they would be able to use what's left, but, as it stands, they're probably going to have to all get out and walk the rest of the way. 
+			Two vans trundle down the road in the early morning fog, seen only by a pair of vague red shapes on a screen. Probably a family trying their escape. The vehicles slow to a halt and a couple of human shapes step out. A good portion of the road in front of them is gone. Maybe if they were on motorbikes they would be able to use what's left, but, as it stands, they're probably going to have to all get out and walk the rest of the way.
 			<br><br>
 			The click of static from a radio breaks the silence. "Recon, report?"
 			Someone grabs the radio and responds, "Two vans, both have stopped at the cliff. Unknown numbers. One occupant from each has exited. Not sure if they are the drivers. Hold until more have exited. We'll give the signal. Over."
 			"Copy, Recon. Waiting for your mark."
 			<br><br>
-			Both figures move back towards the vans. One seems to start doing something with the front of the first van. Possibly sabotaging it so it won't be stolen. The other goes to the back and, after a moment, five more red figures step out into the open. Two look to be about as tall as the first two, but the rest are much shorter. 
+			Both figures move back towards the vans. One seems to start doing something with the front of the first van. Possibly sabotaging it so it won't be stolen. The other goes to the back and, after a moment, five more red figures step out into the open. Two look to be about as tall as the first two, but the rest are much shorter.
 			<br><br>
 			"Look, Mikey, kids," a voice whispers, "they'll turn a good profit."
 			Another voice whispers back, "Jesus, Hamill, only you get excited about kidnapping children."
 			"They make good money. This is our job. It's what we do."
 			"Yeah, but maybe sound a bit less enthusiastic about it, huh?"
 			<br><br>
-			The collection of figures make their way to the second vehicle, one stopping to mess with the front again, and the rest moving to the back. Shortly it becomes clear that nobody is getting out, and the radio clicks on. 
+			The collection of figures make their way to the second vehicle, one stopping to mess with the front again, and the rest moving to the back. Shortly it becomes clear that nobody is getting out, and the radio clicks on.
 			<br><br>
 			"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."
 			<br><br>
-			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. 
+			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.
 			<br><br>
-			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. 
+			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.
 			<br><br>
 			"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."
 			<br><br>
-			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. 
+			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.
 			<br><br>
 			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."
@@ -834,7 +834,7 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 			<br><br>
 			The dull blueish glow of a simple terminal illuminates a haggard, pock-marked face as it gazes at account data just barely in the black. A simple reminder breaks the tense silence between the figure and the machine. "Deployment at 1800. Two hour reminder."
 			<br><br>
-			With a heavy sigh the figure shuts the terminal and heads out into the sun-lit concourse, grabbing a simple handbag as they go. They join the flowing chaos of people heading in the direction of the market sectors. After a time they break from the river of bodies toward a multi-level piece of solid, pristine white built into the massive, slowly curving wall of businesses that makes up the center of the arcology's markets. The simple black text marks the building as "Vinewood Hospital." A crystal clear door slides open silently at the figure's approach, the thin, metal frame moving being the only indication that anything had changed. The interior of the structure is, like the exterior, a chilly, sterile white. A few staff in simple, pastel scrubs move around the open reception area, all making efforts to stay clear of the figure's path toward the reception counter. 
+			With a heavy sigh the figure shuts the terminal and heads out into the sun-lit concourse, grabbing a simple handbag as they go. They join the flowing chaos of people heading in the direction of the market sectors. After a time they break from the river of bodies toward a multi-level piece of solid, pristine white built into the massive, slowly curving wall of businesses that makes up the center of the arcology's markets. The simple black text marks the building as "Vinewood Hospital." A crystal clear door slides open silently at the figure's approach, the thin, metal frame moving being the only indication that anything had changed. The interior of the structure is, like the exterior, a chilly, sterile white. A few staff in simple, pastel scrubs move around the open reception area, all making efforts to stay clear of the figure's path toward the reception counter.
 			<br><br>
 			At their approach, the reception slave gives a smile that only looks slightly forced, "How can I help you today?"
 			"Alex Hamilton to see Stephen Hamilton."
@@ -850,16 +850,16 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 			The nurse opens one of the many doors in the pristine, white hall and leans in. "Stevie, dear, you've got someone here to see you," she says before leaning back out and giving a nod to Alex who walks into the room.
 			<br><br>
 			The room is a sharp contrast to the sterile hospital feeling of the rest of the building, looking like a child's room you might have seen in a suburban home before things started falling apart. The clean, warm, homey feeling of safety is accentuated by sunlight pouring in from an artificial window that looks out to a lightly forested field. A small collection of toys is scattered about the soft carpet and a small breeze blows through the room from a small ceiling fan. On the bed is a young boy sitting up and rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Hey, kiddo," Alex says, stepping further into the room and shutting the door, "How are you feeling?"
-			The boy immediately perks up at the voice and, leaping out of bed, performs what very well could have been a tackle if he were larger. "Dad!" he shouts, trying his best to avoid sliding down from where he latched onto his father. Laughing gently, Alex picks up his son and wraps him in a hug of his own. 
+			The boy immediately perks up at the voice and, leaping out of bed, performs what very well could have been a tackle if he were larger. "Dad!" he shouts, trying his best to avoid sliding down from where he latched onto his father. Laughing gently, Alex picks up his son and wraps him in a hug of his own.
 			<br><br>
 			"So I guess you're feeling well then?"
 			"Mmhm, Mister Newport said I was doing good and when I puke there's hardly any blood anymore."
 			"Good, I'm glad to hear it, but you probably shouldn't jump out of bed like that," he says, setting Stephen down, "you don't want to accidentally hurt yourself by playing too hard, right?"
 			"Yes, dad," he replies, a bit dejectedly, "but I was excited to see you."
 			Alex drops to one knee and gently tussles the boy's hair. "I know, just be careful okay? Now how about we play some games, huh?"
-			Stephen's eyes light up and he begins running toward a shelf of boxes before catching himself and slowing down. 
+			Stephen's eyes light up and he begins running toward a shelf of boxes before catching himself and slowing down.
 			<br><br>
-			For the next hour the two play a variety of games while the nurse occasionally checks in. Eventually Stephen actually falls asleep in the middle of quite a rousing bout of Connect Four. Alex carries the boy to bed where he watches him sleep until a call drags his attention away. 
+			For the next hour the two play a variety of games while the nurse occasionally checks in. Eventually Stephen actually falls asleep in the middle of quite a rousing bout of Connect Four. Alex carries the boy to bed where he watches him sleep until a call drags his attention away.
 			<br><br>
 			Walking to the corner of the room he answers.
 			"Hey, Hamill, we're shoving off in twenty. Where the hell are you?"
@@ -872,19 +872,19 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 			A pained grimace crosses over his face as he locks eyes with the nurse who has a very similar expression. After a long moment he turns back with the most genuine smile a father can muster and says, "I sure am, kiddo. I sure am," before turning again to leave.
 			"Good luck."
 	<<elseif $showThirteen == 3>>
-		The random function seems to have selected a program about the nuances of slave life. 
+		The random function seems to have selected a program about the nuances of slave life.
 		<br><br>
-		The screen fades in with a fly-through shot of what is undoubtedly an arcology penthouse littered with slaves accompanied by a somewhat upbeat piano melody. You recognize many of the traditional additions to a penthouse, though there are some stylistic differences. After a short time the show identifies itself as "The Other Hand" before fading out. 
+		The screen fades in with a fly-through shot of what is undoubtedly an arcology penthouse littered with slaves accompanied by a somewhat upbeat piano melody. You recognize many of the traditional additions to a penthouse, though there are some stylistic differences. After a short time the show identifies itself as "The Other Hand" before fading out.
 		<br><br>
-		The show returns after a brief moment to a shot of a penthouse slave cafeteria that is absolutely filled with slaves. Most are nude but there are a few in maids' uniforms that look to be the current shift of house servants. The low murmur of slaves talking can be heard as a man's voice starts narrating over it. 
+		The show returns after a brief moment to a shot of a penthouse slave cafeteria that is absolutely filled with slaves. Most are nude but there are a few in maids' uniforms that look to be the current shift of house servants. The low murmur of slaves talking can be heard as a man's voice starts narrating over it.
 		<br><br>
 		"Like any human, slaves require interaction to maintain a healthy mental state. It is well known that this need can be manipulated to drive even the most rebellious slaves into subservience. It is also known that, like in any environment where the same humans interact with each other over extended periods, slaves will form relationships with other slaves, from the most intense of hatred to the most romantic of relationships."
 		<br><br>
-		The scene shifts to the entrance of a very well decorated brothel lower in the arcology where clearly well cared for slaves are attracting the attention of passersby by showing off their skills in various intimate ways. 
+		The scene shifts to the entrance of a very well decorated brothel lower in the arcology where clearly well cared for slaves are attracting the attention of passersby by showing off their skills in various intimate ways.
 		<br><br>
 		"While it may be difficult to effectively prevent rivalries from forming, some slaveowners do mandate against certain positive relationships for any number of reasons. From a desire to seed fear among slaves and prevent them from having a source of solace to a belief that their slaves should be devoted only to their owner."
 		<br><br>
-		Again, the scene changes to a view just inside the entrance of what looks to be the servants' quarters. Slaves in conservative maid's uniforms bustle about, but there are a few knots of slaves talking amongst themselves dotted around. 
+		Again, the scene changes to a view just inside the entrance of what looks to be the servants' quarters. Slaves in conservative maid's uniforms bustle about, but there are a few knots of slaves talking amongst themselves dotted around.
 		<br><br>
 		"However, here in the arcology Open Skies, the owner, Charles Greenwich, has no such desires and has stated that he greatly enjoys watching the various relationships between slaves rise and fall and encourages such things within his chattel."
 		<br><br>
@@ -894,7 +894,7 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 		<br><br>
 		"Now, I'm sure you're vying to ask why I don't do nothin' about the rivalries that crop up. That's 'cuz it's a right pain in the ass to fix. You have to sit both parties down and make them talk their problems out. I will admit that I do like seeing it happen some too. It's like high school drama but I get to see it all unfold."
 		<br><br>
-		The shot switches to the inside of a comparatively sparsely populated spa. The gentle splash of water is interspersed with some shots of laughter and bits of louder conversion from the lounging slaves. 
+		The shot switches to the inside of a comparatively sparsely populated spa. The gentle splash of water is interspersed with some shots of laughter and bits of louder conversion from the lounging slaves.
 		<br><br>
 		The narrator begins speaking again, "the fact of the matter is that a happy slave is a healthy slave, and allowing a slave to have friends is one of the more simple ways to achieve that."
 		<br><br>
@@ -975,7 +975,7 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 		The two of them share a deep kiss, with his daughter's hands grasping his face. The camera pans away and over to the window, focused on the skyline of the arcology. Hopeful orchestral music plays as the image fades to black and the credits roll.
 		<br>
 		<<if $PC.belly >= 100>>
-			Stunned, you 
+			Stunned, you
 			<<if $PC.belly >= 100000>>
 				run your hands across your massive, gravid dome,
 			<<elseif $PC.belly >= 60000>>
@@ -1058,13 +1058,13 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 		You awaken one morning, just before the break of dawn, and find yourself unable to go back to sleep. Giving up on the idea of returning to slumber, you idly flip through the channels on your TV, finding mostly static or early morning infomercials, until you finally land on a channel broadcasting so early in the morning.
 		<br><br>
 		*/
-		You're greeted by a man with an eyepatch, a bushy black beard, and a crimson bandanna around his head. He's sitting behind a crude looking bamboo desk. Behind him is the backdrop of a sun rising over the ocean and two slaves in tight revealing sailor outfits swabbing the deck. The whole set looks like some sort of tropical pirate theme and you almost change the channel mistaking the show for a kids show when it catches up to you what the pirate is talking about. 
+		You're greeted by a man with an eyepatch, a bushy black beard, and a crimson bandanna around his head. He's sitting behind a crude looking bamboo desk. Behind him is the backdrop of a sun rising over the ocean and two slaves in tight revealing sailor outfits swabbing the deck. The whole set looks like some sort of tropical pirate theme and you almost change the channel mistaking the show for a kids show when it catches up to you what the pirate is talking about.
 		<br><br>
 		"-An that be concludin' our special report on the dangers o' dealin' with old world customs agencies an how to find a scallywag'll right proper let you sneak a bound wench through fer the right bribe. If'n you missed it or be needin' a refresher, catch our rebroadcast in 12 bells time. Now afore the turn of the hourglass we go to our weatherwench Lusty Pearl who's been keepin' a weather eye on the horizon. Lusty?"
 		<br><br>
 		The camera cuts to a young blonde girl with her hair braided back in rows. She's wearing a white blouse that's unbuttoned all the way down to her leather corset showing much of her very large rack while hiding little.
 		<br><br>
-		"Thank ye, Captain Castbeak!" she positively beams with energy as she bounces around, her barely contained breasts keeping your eye as she sways and jumps around the screen. 
+		"Thank ye, Captain Castbeak!" she positively beams with energy as she bounces around, her barely contained breasts keeping your eye as she sways and jumps around the screen.
 		"Today we be keepin' an eye on the acid rain storms as they blow on through the upper Chinese and Mongolian regions on their way to the Bering Strait. If ye be located anywhere around here-" She stretches up with a short pointer that you now realize is part of a prosthetic limb attached to her right hand. "-batten down yer hatches an' wait fer the storm ta' blow over".
 		<br><br>
 		The camera shifts down low now as the green screen map behind her shifts to Australia, Lusty stooping over towards the camera to stay in frame gives you a beautiful view straight down her blouse. "And if'n ye be in Australia yer in for another hot and dry one as this unseasonable drought stretches on fer at least another week"
@@ -1079,18 +1079,18 @@ The offered price is <<print cashFormat($slaveCost)>>.
 	<<elseif $showFifteen == 2>>
 		Your TV randomly hits channel 8, the pirate themed channel. Apparently this is a live feed produced by a band of pirates and you tuned in right as they board a small pleasure craft.
 		<br><br>
-		Three armed pirates are swiftly sweeping the boat, gathering the passengers, a man, his wife and his two children, on deck and tying them up. The camera is attached to the pirate captain as he sweeps below deck finding their supplies. 
+		Three armed pirates are swiftly sweeping the boat, gathering the passengers, a man, his wife and his two children, on deck and tying them up. The camera is attached to the pirate captain as he sweeps below deck finding their supplies.
 		<br><br>
 		"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"
 		<br><br>
 		"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."
-		<br>"Shit, 'Manta'. 'Don't rightly know.' Don't tell me you're buying into this pirate crap too." The third crewmember chimes up. 
+		<br>"Shit, 'Manta'. 'Don't rightly know.' Don't tell me you're buying into this pirate crap too." The third crewmember chimes up.
 		<br>"I think you're just mad that your callsign is 'Cuttlefish'" Manta shoots back.
 		<br>"I've had worse" Cuttlefish replies then mutters quietly "but not by much"
 		<br>"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."
 		<br>"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."
 		<br><br>
-		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." 
+		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."
 		<br><br>
 		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--"
 		<br>"Uh captain, you better get up here, we got trouble." Manta's voice comes back.
diff --git a/src/pregmod/widgets/marketWidgets.tw b/src/pregmod/widgets/marketWidgets.tw
index 2e7538bafa767feb1484418c9a017196f2239988..c9d19f880eaa6f8e82568347ae9b63de191a00a8 100644
--- a/src/pregmod/widgets/marketWidgets.tw
+++ b/src/pregmod/widgets/marketWidgets.tw
@@ -11,7 +11,7 @@
 <<widget "AddMarketOrigins">>
 <<if _.isString($args[0]) && _.isArray($args[1])>>
 	<<set _sanityCheck = '>>', /* to appease sanityCheck */
-		_widgets = _(Story.widgets) 
+		_widgets = _(Story.widgets)
 		.filter(function(wp) { return wp.tags.includes('market:' + $args[0]); })
 		.flatMap(function(wp) {
 			var re = RegExp('<<widget\\s+"([^"]+Populate)"\\s*>>', 'g');
diff --git a/src/uncategorized/slaveShelter.tw b/src/uncategorized/slaveShelter.tw
index 6b52adccf88e33255fc6fc299d5aeb5c7c62dc16..e4fe30e5a81350d56aec211ab4a63bfb36a3c831 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/slaveShelter.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/slaveShelter.tw
@@ -4,7 +4,7 @@
 
 <<if $shelterSlaveBought == 1>><<goto $returnTo>><</if>>
 
-You contact the Slave Shelter to review the profile of the slave the Shelter is offering to a good <<if $PC.title == 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<</if>> willing to pay the Shelter's nominal placement fee. The severe, tired-looking woman who answers your call hurries through the disclaimers. "All Shelter Slaves are provided as-is... the Shelter provides a single slave for placement each week... resale of Shelter slaves is contractually forbidden... we reserve the right to unannounced inspection of placed slaves... the Shelter follows up on reports of abuse or resale of its slaves..."
+You contact the Slave Shelter to review the profile of the slave the Shelter is offering to a good <<if $PC.title == 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<</if>> willing to pay the Shelter"s nominal placement fee. The severe, tired-looking woman who answers your call hurries through the disclaimers. "All Shelter Slaves are provided as-is... the Shelter provides a single slave for placement each week... resale of Shelter slaves is contractually forbidden... we reserve the right to unannounced inspection of placed slaves... the Shelter follows up on reports of abuse or resale of its slaves..."
 
 <br><br>
 
@@ -63,7 +63,7 @@ You contact the Slave Shelter to review the profile of the slave the Shelter is
 	<<set $oneTimeDisableDisability = 1>>
 	<<include "Generate New Slave">>
 	<<set $shelterSlave = $activeSlave>>
-	<<set $shelterSlave.origin = "It's not clear why her previous owner cut her arms and legs off.">>
+	<<set $shelterSlave.origin = "It"s not clear why her previous owner cut her arms and legs off.">>
 	<<set $shelterSlave.career = "a slave">>
 	<<set $shelterSlave.amp = 1>>
 	<<set $shelterSlave.devotion = random(-100,-90)>>
@@ -186,7 +186,7 @@ You contact the Slave Shelter to review the profile of the slave the Shelter is
 	<<set $shelterSlave.devotion = random(-100,-90)>>
 	<<set $shelterSlave.trust = random(-100,-90)>>
 	<<set $shelterSlave.health = random(-90,-70)>>
-	<<set $shelterSlave.slaveName = either('Cumbitch', 'Cumbucket', 'Cumdoll', 'Cumgulper', 'Fuckhole', 'Fuckmeat', 'Fuckpuppet', 'Fuckslut', 'Fucktoy', 'Rapemeat', 'Sluttypig', 'Spunkbucket', 'Spunkswallow', 'Whorelips')>>
+	<<set $shelterSlave.slaveName = either("Cumbitch", "Cumbucket", "Cumdoll", "Cumgulper", "Fuckhole", "Fuckmeat", "Fuckpuppet", "Fuckslut", "Fucktoy", "Rapemeat", "Sluttypig", "Spunkbucket", "Spunkswallow", "Whorelips")>>
 	<<set $shelterSlave.slaveSurname = 0>>
 	<<set $shelterSlave.minorInjury = either("black eye", "bruise", "split lip", 0)>>
 	<<set $shelterSlave.weight = random(-90,-30)>>