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Remove some clothing, and buy a little time

2015-11-30T09:35:48Z

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[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]
[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
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"Fine, I'll go 'Let my hair down,' as you put it. You just leave me the hell alone for the rest of the time I'm here, okay?"

''It'll be fun, and relaxing. Don't worry about it. You'll see.''

Chelsie shook her head, and made her way to the nearest restroom. As she turned down the small hallway where they were, her inner voice interjected again. ''This would be more fun if you-''

"I'm not stripping in the middle of the mall for you, you perverted bastard." That, at least, had a bit of the fire she wanted to it, and the voice fell silent again.

A moment later, she was safely locked in a stall, where she weighed just how much to take off. She could safely get away without socks or underwear, though that wouldn't satiate the voice forever. If she wanted the most time, without exposing herself, everything but her jeans and T-shirt would have to go. Another faint thrill wormed its' way through her as she realized just how her stiff nipples would look against the thin, white cotton shirt.

''Oh, come on. You're thinking in such boring ways! Imagine walking out in your shirt and panties, or just that hoodie! It'll cover you! Or, even...'' Even as Chelsie felt disgusted, and even terrified, at those ideas, she could feel a definite warmth between her legs, one which intensified as she finished the rest of the voice's sentence for it. She couldn't walk around naked, or nearly so, in the mall...or could she?

What does Chelsie wear when she leaves the bathroom?

*[[Chelsie - Shopping - Just her hoodie]]

*[[Chelsie - Shopping - Jeans and T-shirt]]

*[[Chelsie - Shopping - Nothing!]]

Jeans, T-Shirt, Hoodie, Bra, Panties, Sneakers, Socks

2015-11-30T09:32:41Z

Jealco:

[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]
[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
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Chelsie smiled to herself as she surveyed the mall's shopfronts, stretching off into the distance, where more great corridors went their separate ways. Smiling to herself, she was about to choose a shop to go to when a dreaded voice echoed through her mind.

''You know, while the mall is deserted is the perfect time to have some fun.''

"Oh, God, not you again. Just shut up!" The voice had already been whispering to her that morning, trying to convince her to do various things. First, it had been going down the hall to shower naked, then masturbating in the shower. When she had gone back to her room, wrapped in her towel, her alter-ego had tried to convince her to wear just it, and when that didn't work, to wear something revealing instead. Each and every time, she had resisted, but it was getting much harder. The final battle, in which her alter-ego had tried to get her to just leave her shirt and panties behind, was one she had just barely won.

''Come on. We haven't had any fun in over a week. It'll feel great!''

"No." Chelsie tried to impart some steel into her words, but her will was wearing thin, something which her alter-ego was capitalizing on mercilessly.

''Look, just let your hair down, relax. Take a few things off. You've got to be hot in that hoodie anyway. I'll even leave you alone for a bit. The more you take off, the more I leave you be.''

"I-I, no, that...sounds boring." Chelsie groaned inwardly, realizing she had just made the fatal slip. She'd be lucky to recover from this.

''Hey, we can make a game of it. For every shop you visit, you take something off. No cheating and buying things you can put on later.''

Chelsie was silent for a moment, then her alter-ego input another idea, sounding even more excited.

''Or how's this for an idea? You masturbate to orgasm somewhere in the mall. For every 15 minutes you take getting to it, you remove and destroy an article of clothing.''

"I hate you." The ire in Chelsie's voice was barely contained, but lacked the venom she desired. Instead, a faint buzz of arousal was coursing through her, She was going to have to make a decision, and one she didn't like, if she didn't want to lose all control of the situation.

So what's her choice?

[[Play the strip shopping game]]

[[Play the masturbation game]]

[[Remove some clothing, and buy a little time]]

Katie tries to get to her car

2015-11-19T10:50:26Z

Jealco:

Katie tries to get to her car

2015-11-19T10:20:39Z

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Lost in the Mountains

2015-11-19T09:59:29Z

Jealco:

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]

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"Shit!" Katie swore as she pressed the gas pedal of her car frantically, praying it would move. The engine roared, wheels spinning in the powdery snow, but didn't catch, and she was forced to let off the gas again. She was headed across the mountains to meet a man she'd been talking to on a dating site, and was due to meet him at a restaurant in a few hours.

"just my fucking luck." Her statement was emphasized by her pounding on the steering wheel uselessly. She couldn't believe this had happened. She'd set off for a short jaunt across the mountains to visit a friend. Not a long drive, just a few hours, and one she'd done several times before. It was mid-fall, and temperatures were in the low 60's both at her home, and in the town she was heading to, as well. Up here, temperatures were in the mid-to-upper 30's, and snow had started falling, though not heavily. In the back seat, she had a small overnight bag, in which she'd packed her toiletries, a change of underwear (equally skimpy), a pair of cutoff shorts and a hoodie, and her old Converse sneakers.

She'd forgotten to check the pass reports, and had paid no mind to the signs advising drivers to tune in to the local highway information radio station, and that was how she'd gotten into this predicament. A few miles from the top of the pass, she'd discovered the highway was closed for emergency avalanche control, and wouldn't reopen until the next morning. She couldn't afford to miss this opportunity, and so had decided to break out her road map, and try to slip around on one of the several forest service roads that dotted the mountainside.

Unfortunately, those forest service roads were poorly-marked, and she'd quickly found herself facing an intersection that wasn't on the map. She'd chosen the one that looked like it headed up the pass, and continued easing down it, as road conditions deteriorated. That road had branched, too, then branched again, and she was well and truly off the map when she'd come to the dip her car was now stuck in. It was a narrow spot in the road, dropping some ten feet down then shooting right back up. On one side, there was a steep vertical embankment, and the other dropped off nearly a hundred feet down a somewhat steep hill. Her car barely fit on the surface of the road, which angled slightly downhill. Having come this far, she though she could make it through, but had instead gotten well and truly stuck.

She swore again, and turned the engine off, then opened her car door. A blast of cold air carried a few snowflakes in, and she shivered. She had dressed for the weather down the mountain, not up here. Her peasant blouse and leggings did nothing to stop the chill from reaching her core. She felt her nipples instantly harden, rubbing against her blouse, and she lamented her choice of bra as well. Her bra didn't cover her nipples, instead resting just below them, and was meant to be titillating, not functional. When she set her feet on the ground, they sank several inches into fresh-fallen snow, and some of it cascaded onto the bare tops of her feet.

Standing, she angrily slammed the door shut, and went to look at how stuck she was. Her tires were sunk into the snow, clearly unable to grab traction on either it or the rocky ground below. As she looked at the patches, she heard a groaning sound from her car, as she realized the marks were stretching sideways.

Panicking, she looked up, as the tires on the right side of her car dropped off the edge of the road. She lunged for the door handle of her car, hoping to reach her bag before her car slid downhill, but just missed it. She watched helplessly as her car slid, before catching on a small boulder half-hidden in the snow and rolling the rest of the way down the hill, parts falling off with each crunching impact.

Katie almost began crying on the spot. Her only real source of warmth, and all of her stuff, had just tumbled down the hill, leaving her stranded in the middle of the mountains. She forced that thought to the back of her mind for a moment, and tried to focus on her options. She knew there was a ski lodge a few miles up the mountain, where she could probably get some kind of help. There was also a faint wisp of smoke, visible rising above another hilltop, that was somewhat below her, back the way she'd come from. She shivered again in the cold breeze, and wondered if it was worth trying to get to her car, and try to get her hoodie and sneakers first, though she could see no easy way down the hill...

[[Katie tries to get to her car]]

[[Katie heads up the mountain towards the ski lodge]]

[[Katie heads down the mountain, towards the smoke plume]]

Lost in the Mountains

2015-11-18T08:55:26Z

Jealco:

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]

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"Shit!" Katie swore as she pressed the gas pedal of her car frantically, praying it would move. The engine roared, wheels spinning in the powdery snow, but didn't catch, and she was forced to let off the gas again. She was headed across the mountains to meet a man she'd been talking to on a dating site, and was due to meet him at a restaurant in a few hours.

"just my fucking luck." Her statement was emphasized by her pounding on the steering wheel uselessly. She couldn't believe this had happened. She'd set off for a short jaunt across the mountains to visit a friend. Not a long drive, just a few hours, and one she'd done several times before. It was mid-fall, and temperatures were in the low 60's both at her home, and in the town she was heading to, as well. Up here, temperatures were in the mid-to-upper 30's, and snow had started falling, though not heavily. In the back seat, she had a small overnight bag, in which she'd packed her toiletries, a change of underwear (equally skimpy), a pair of cutoff shorts and a hoodie, and her old Converse sneakers.

She'd forgotten to check the pass reports, and had paid no mind to the signs advising drivers to tune in to the local highway information radio station, and that was how she'd gotten into this predicament. A few miles from the top of the pass, she'd discovered the highway was closed for emergency avalanche control, and wouldn't reopen until the next morning. She couldn't afford to miss this opportunity, and so had decided to break out her road map, and try to slip around on one of the several forest service roads that dotted the mountainside.

Unfortunately, those forest service roads were poorly-marked, and she'd quickly found herself facing an intersection that wasn't on the map. She'd chosen the one that looked like it headed up the pass, and continued easing down it, as road conditions deteriorated. That road had branched, too, then branched again, and she was well and truly off the map when she'd come to the dip her car was now stuck in. It was a narrow spot in the road, dropping some ten feet down then shooting right back up. On one side, there was a steep vertical embankment, and the other dropped off nearly a hundred feet down a somewhat steep hill. Her car barely fit on the surface of the road, which angled slightly downhill. Having come this far, she though she could make it through, but had instead gotten well and truly stuck.

She swore again, and turned the engine off, then opened her car door. A blast of cold air carried a few snowflakes in, and she shivered. She had dressed for the weather down the mountain, not up here. Her peasant blouse and leggings did nothing to stop the chill from reaching her core. She felt her nipples instantly harden, rubbing against her blouse, and she lamented her choice of bra as well. Her bra didn't cover her nipples, instead resting just below them, and was meant to be titillating, not functional. When she set her feet on the ground, they sank several inches into fresh-fallen snow, and some of it cascaded onto the bare tops of her feet.

Standing, she angrily slammed the door shut, and went to look at how stuck she was. Her tires were sunk into the snow, clearly unable to grab traction on either it or the rocky ground below. As she looked at the patches, she heard a groaning sound from her car, as she realized the marks were stretching sideways.

Panicking, she looked up, as the tires on the right side of her car dropped off the edge of the road. She lunged for the door handle of her car, hoping to reach her bag before her car slid downhill, but just missed it. She watched helplessly as her car slid, before catching on a small boulder half-hidden in the snow and rolling the rest of the way down the hill, parts falling off with each crunching impact.

Katie almost began crying on the spot. Her only real source of warmth, and all of her stuff, had just tumbled down the hill, leaving her stranded in the middle of the mountains. She forced that thought to the back of her mind for a moment, and tried to focus on her options. She knew there was a ski lodge a few miles up the mountain, where she could probably get some kind of help. There was also a faint wisp of smoke, visible rising above another hilltop, that was somewhat below her, back the way she'd come from. She shivered again in the cold breeze, and wondered if it was worth trying to get to her car, and try to get her hoodie and sneakers first, though she could see no easy way down the hill...

[[Katie tries to get to her car]]

[[Katie heads up the mountain towards the ski lodge]]

[[Katie heads down the mountain, towards the smoke plume]]

Strip off your shirt

2015-11-07T20:21:58Z

Jealco:

You decide to make a bit of a game out of it. You remove your cum-soaked shirt, baring your D-cups to the clerk. He lets off a low whistle, and his dick remains stiff. You're hoping he'll catch the hint, and hit your pants with his next cumshot.

You then kick off the stilettos, and grab the next box. Inside are a pair of strappy sandals, with a 4-inch heel. You side your feet into them, then begin to do up the straps. The clerk is staring at you, intently, his hand still pumping his dick.

You get the straps done up, and, holding your pants leg up, admire your calf in the nearby mirror. You can't help but notice your cum-covered face, and your nipples standing at attention, as you look at your image in the mirror. Those straps are damn sexy, too.

Suddenly, you feel more cum hitting you. This cumshot is impressively large. So large, in fact, the clerk manages to hit your tits with some as well as your pants, like you wanted. You now have cum splattered across your tits. Some is dripping from your nipples, and some more is running down your cleavage. You shudder through a mini-orgasm at the feel of his cum splattering you. The heat in your loins is amazing.

Do you:
*[[SSR/Remove your pants|Remove your pants]]
*[[Offer the clerk something for the strappy sandals]]
*[[Give the clerk a blowjob]]
{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[The Shoe Store]]''|Health=Horny & Female|MP=0|Level=4}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

A Towel

2015-11-01T07:10:54Z

Jealco:

[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]
[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
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That damned voice in her head had gotten her again. Chelsie had managed to resist two morning masturbation demands, but had fallen prey to her alter-ego's idea that, as she wrapped herself in her towel, she should grab her purse and go. That voice had been so insistent that this would be a brilliantly entertaining idea she had gone with it before even thinking about it.

To that end, she'd hopped into her car and shot off to the mall before she could stop herself. Thankfully, the streets had been rather deserted, and she was fairly certain she'd made it to the mall unnoticed. The rough asphalt, and now cool tile, beneath her bare soles served to remind her just how little was between her and nudity. Thankfully her towel covered her completely from chest to almost her knees, though it was held in place by a rather tenuous knot.

Her alter-ego was in full swing at this point, throwing tempting ideas her way, ones which were piquing her interest, and her libido.

''So, I've got a few ways for us to have fun with this. Go shopping for, say, an hour, wearing just this towel. It'll be a blast, wearing nothing but it, so close and yet so far to exposure.''

''Or, you could go buy some clothes. Put a spin on it, though. If you go for coverage, you get two items. Shoes and socks count. If the outfit's more risque, you get more items.''

Even as she listened, as a faint tingle started in her loins, Chelsie was trying to find some reserve, some resolve in which to end this, but she couldn't find the will to tell the voice to fuck off.

With a groan, she chose to...

[[Go shopping wearing just the towel]]

[[Go buy something to wear, playing by the rules]]

Katie squeezes through the fence, and tries the back doors

2015-11-01T04:47:31Z

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As Katie stood there, she realized the buses were pulling up to the front of the school. There was absolutely no way she could face her schoolmates in just this dress. She was going to have to go through the hole in the back fence and try for the gym lockers. Worse, she would have to hurry, as her classmates would be heading there soon.

Cursing her terrible luck, Katie headed towards the hole in the fence as fast as she could, slipping and sliding through the cold, slippery mud. Luckily, she managed to avoid falling over again.

As she approached the hole in the chain link fence, Katie sized it up. It was about two feet up from the bottom of the fence, about three feet tall and maybe 8 inches across, surrounded by sharp points where the metal had been snapped. The hole looked wide enough for her to slip through, though she'd have to be careful. She allowed herself a faint smile as she pulled her backpack off and tossed it over the fence, watching it plop down into the wet grass on the far side.

She then lifted her right leg and put it through the hole, careful to not stab her leg or foot on any point bits of metal. As she placed her foot onto the wet grass, she heard the bell ring. She had less time than she thought to get into the school and to her gym clothes, never mind to her first class. She definitely couldn't afford to fail the test she had today! She panicked a bit, ducking her head to avoid the top of the opening and pushing her shoulder through the opening.

In her haste, she failed to notice how far forward she had leaned, or how low she had crouched to fit her head through the opening. Her shoulder went through just fine, followed by her leaning to the side and twisting her torso through the opening, her left leg following as she slipped and nearly fell going through the opening. Several loud tearing noises followed her through the fence, and she froze as her left foot hit the grass.

As she looked down, a faint "Oh, shit" emanated from her lips. She'd snagged her dress in several places going through the opening, and streamers of it hung from the fence. Miraculously, the right side of her dress was unscathed. The left side, however, was now a tattered mess. Several rips crossed over her left breast, leaving it hanging exposed to the rain. A massive tear ran from just above her left hip down through the hem of her dress, baring the outside of her left leg from the hipbone down to her toes. Worse, she'd also snagged another portion of her dress over her generous ass, and most of her left cheek hung out as well. There were a few other, smaller tears over her left shoulder and sleeve, but those paled in comparison to the rest of her dress.

Katie pushed her panic out of her mind. She had to try and get to her clothes, and her classroom, quickly. She snatched her pack from the grass, and sprinted across the wet lawn towards the back door, praying it was unlocked.

[[Katie finds the back door unlocked, and slips in]]

[[Katie finds the back door locked, and must go around towards the front door]]

A Towel

2015-10-30T08:29:31Z

[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]
[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
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That damned voice in her head had gotten her again. Chelsie had managed to resist two morning masturbation demands, but had fallen prey to her alter-ego's idea that, as she wrapped herself in her towel, she should grab her purse and go. That voice had been so insistent that this would be a brilliantly entertaining idea she had gone with it before even thinking about it.

To that end, she'd hopped into her car and shot off to the mall before she could stop herself. Thankfully, the streets had been rather deserted, and she was fairly certain she'd made it to the mall unnoticed. The rough asphalt, and now cool tile, beneath her bare soles served to remind her just how little was between her and nudity. Thankfully her towel covered her completely from chest to almost her knees, though it was held in place by a rather tenuous knot.

Her alter-ego was in full swing at this point, throwing tempting ideas her way, ones which were piquing her interest, and her libido.

''So, I've got a few ways for us to have fun with this. Go shopping for, say, an hour, wearing just this towel. It'll be a blast, wearing nothing but it, so close and yet so far to exposure.

Or, you could go buy some clothes. Put a spin on it, though. If you go for coverage, you get two items. Shoes and socks count. If the outfit's more risque, you get more items.''

Even as she listened, as a faint tingle started in her loins, Chelsie was trying to find some reserve, some resolve in which to end this, but she couldn't find the will to tell the voice to fuck off.

With a groan, she chose to...

[[Go shopping wearing just the towel]]

[[Go buy something to wear, playing by the rules]]

Shopping around

2015-10-30T08:13:55Z

Jealco:

Shopping around

2015-10-30T08:13:28Z

Jealco:

Jeans, T-Shirt, Hoodie, Bra, Panties, Sneakers, Socks

2015-10-30T08:09:47Z

[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]
[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
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Chelsie smiled to herself as she surveyed the mall's shopfronts, stretching off into the distance, where more great corridors went their separate ways. Smiling to herself, she was about to choose a shop to go to when a dreaded voice echoed through her mind.

''You know, while the mall is deserted is the perfect time to have some fun.''

"Oh, God, not you again. Just shut up!" The voice had already been whispering to her that morning, trying to convince her to do various things. First, it had been going down the hall to shower naked, then masturbating in the shower. When she had gone back to her room, wrapped in her towel, her alter-ego had tried to convince her to wear just it, and when that didn't work, to wear something revealing instead. Each and every time, she had resisted, but it was getting much harder. The final battle, in which her alter-ego had tried to get her to just leave her shirt and panties behind, was one she had just barely won.

''Come on. We haven't had any fun in over a week. It'll feel great!''

"No." Chelsie tried to impart some steel into her words, but her will was wearing thin, something which her alter-ego was capitalizing on mercilessly.

''Look, just let your hair down, relax. Take a few things off. You've got to be hot in that hoodie anyway. I'll even leave you alone for a bit. The more you take off, the more I leave you be.''

"I-I, no, that...sounds boring." Chelsie groaned inwardly, realizing she had just made the fatal slip. She'd be lucky to recover from this.

''Hey, we can make a game of it. For every shop you visit, you take something off. No cheating and buying things you can put on later.''

Chelsie was silent for a moment, then her alter-ego input another idea, sounding even more excited.

''Or how's this for an idea? You masturbate to orgasm somewhere in the mall. For every 15 minutes you take getting to it, you remove and destroy an article of clothing.''

"I hate you." The ire in Chelsie's voice was barely contained, but lacked the venom she desired. Instead, a faint buzz of arousal was coursing through her, She was going to have to make a decision, and one she didn't like, if she didn't want to lose all control of the situation.

So what's her choice?

[[Play the strip shopping game]]

[[Play the masturbation game]]

[[Strip off everything she can, trying to buy herself a little time]]

Shopping around

2015-10-29T07:14:19Z

Jealco:

Shopping around

2015-10-29T07:14:06Z

Jealco:

Shopping around

2015-10-29T07:12:38Z

Jealco: Clothing option branches

Katie spots a opportunity to clean her clothes, but it doesn't go to plan

2015-10-29T06:25:48Z

Jealco:

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Katie continued trudging through the forest, moving as fast as her bare feet would carry her through the slippery mud. As she walked, she realized she could hear a faint burbling sound over the patter of raindrops against the trees. Risking a glance to the side, she spotted a creek running through the woods. Its' remarkably clear water beckoned to her, and she headed towards it. Maybe she could rinse some of the mud out of her dress and underclothes before heading into school?

A few moments later, she stood next to the creek, peeling her dress and underclothes off as fast as she could. Cold raindrops pelted her exposed skin, stinging her flesh where they struck. One found a hard nipple, causing her to yelp, partly in pain, partly in pleasure. Water coursed down her, sweeping the worst of the mud away. She knelt next to the creek, wobbling a bit in the slick mud as she quickly rinsed out her dress in the cold creek. Pulling it out, she could see it was much cleaner than when she had first dunked it. She was about to wring it out, but decided that was a worthless notion in the rainstorm, and instead draped it over her backpack, before grabbing her bra and panties.

She leaned forward slightly as she thrust her underwear into the creek, which proved to be her undoing. Her bare soles slipped backwards, suddenly rocketing out from beneath her as she tumbled forward. Her surprised shriek was abruptly cut short as she got a mouthful of mud and creek water. Icy mud enveloped her breasts and hard nipples, sending tingles through her chest into her loins.

Katie scrambled to get her arms beneath herself, levering her front side out of the mud, spitting a gob of it out even as she splashed water over her front. With the help of the rain, she was clean again in a matter of seconds, and she reached for her underwear...

Which wasn't there. She frantically cast about for it, not seeing her bra or panties anywhere. After a moment, she gave up, a tear sliding down her cheek as she pulled her completely transparent dress over her otherwise-nude body. Looking down at herself, she could see every detail of her body through her dress, from her prominent pink nipples jabbing painfully against the material of her dress, to her hairless slit. At least she was clean, aside from her muddy feet. To make matters worse, her bowels were rumbling violently. She was going to need a bathroom, and soon.

Looking up, she realized she was basically at the edge of the school grounds. If anyone had been standing on the side of the building, they would have gotten one hell of a show. Luckily for Katie, no one was there, and she was left with a few options. She could try to cut through the front door of the school, and see if she could get some clothes from the lost and found. There was also a hole in the back fence that she knew about. She could squeeze through that and hope the back doors were unlocked. One thing was certain, though. Going back wasn't an option.

[[Katie squeezes through the fence, and tries the back doors]]

[[Katie enters school through the front doors]]

Try a Neighbor's House for Help

2015-10-29T06:18:48Z

Jealco:

Katie enters school through the front doors

2015-10-29T05:58:02Z

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Katie spots a opportunity to clean her clothes, but it doesn't go to plan

2015-10-29T05:41:46Z

Jealco:

Katie spots a opportunity to clean her clothes, but it doesn't go to plan

2015-10-29T05:29:17Z

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Walk to School Through the Woods

2015-10-29T04:55:07Z

Jealco:

William’s Mall Escort - Chelsie decides to go back to sleep.

2015-10-23T08:06:54Z

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Katie ends up lost in the woods

2015-10-23T07:49:44Z

Risk trekking through the woods

2015-10-23T07:15:29Z

Katie doesn't lose her dress, but something else bad happens

2015-10-23T06:51:38Z

User talk:Uman

2015-10-22T01:20:48Z

Jealco:

Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. There's been so much going on in my life that I haven't been doing much writing lately, and I am trying to focus my efforts on things that might actually earn me money, rather than just hobby writing.

I don't rule out contributing to your Cassie story-lines at some point in the future, but I don't see me making much of a contribution at present.

Regards, SergeantC

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It would be okay if you ended that particular storyline. As a matter of fact I am working on another interactive story right now with planned out endings - you should check it out. I haven't gotten far yet but I have about 30+ planned out chapters already. It's called [[Cassie's Horrible Family]], which is a subcategory of [[The Exciting Adventure]]. In the storyboard I have a lot of chapter titles already planned out.

The difference with that story is that you have to make sure that the chapter fits with what could happened. For instance, if someone picked the storyline where she wasn't stripped naked, you may have to plan for both that and if someone choose not to have her strip naked. Read what I have so far and you may get what I mean.

Cheers - Uman

Thanks for your kind offer. I think I'll pass. The Cassie's Horrible Family story just hasn't struck a chord with me to resonate with my writing: it's a great storyline and I hope you finish it and find contributors for it. -- [[User:Teejay|Teejay]]

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How do you feel about ending stories? I have an idea for an ending to the Hazing path I've started, that will wrap up the story in such a way that Katie will learn that her humiliation from the incident will never really end. However, the incident itself will be over.

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I was indeed thinking of Maisy from Ghost of the Mansion. She seems to me to be the best candidate.

What story are you interested in? I think something with Maisie might work, especially if you're willing to show some nudity in your comic.

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I've added a chapter to The Humiliation of Katie, in the 18-year-old category. I hope it's not too over the top. Feel free to edit if it is. SergeantC

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I've got an idea for possible intruders for The Ghost of the Mansion. How about a male photographer and two bikini models who want to use the mansion for a photo shoot? -- SergeantC

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{{warn1}}--[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 02:20, 29 November 2013 (UTC)

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'''Cassie's Horrible Family'''

I would love to help you out with your story. However I'm am slightly confused with the story line page. Is these the only story lines allowed or are they just the main ones and others can be added. [[User:Sophie4C|Sophie4C]] 07:43, 11 July 2015 (UTC)

== Great idea ==

Uman, I noticed your story board. <3 the idea ^.^ Thanks for the great idea, think I will use it for [[Dirty Me|my own story]], too.

lol, I sooo wanted to add "Cannot resist...must edit" to that page xD--[[User:DirtyMeStoryTime|Dirty Me]] 13:35, 18 April 2014 (UTC)

Are you referring to that new story I posted for splotch? Does your naughtiness know no bounds? - Uman

lol, you should probably put it on my talk page, or I might not get the message. Well, I am Dirty Me=P I am rather naughty ←～（o ｀▽´ )oΨ --[[User:DirtyMeStoryTime|Dirty Me]] 14:16, 18 April 2014 (UTC)

{{blue}}--[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 22:53, 2 July 2014 (UTC)

== Ghost of the Mansion ==

Thanks for the message. I've been busy with other things, but I'll try to add chapters to the story if I have time. [[User:AgentVincent|AgentVincent]] 17:42, 17 August 2014 (UTC)

== Humiliation of Katie (More Kids) ==

Thanks for contributing to the thread I created, but I wanted the "more kids?" chapter to take place after Katie's first child's first year at elementary school. I wanted more opportunities for Katie's young children to be manipulated by Aunt Jill or have the same bad luck with their clothes as their mother. I intended to have a chapter for when the children are older as well, and they can have more adventures with or without Katie. My idea is that when Katie is mature enough, she won't be bothered by her own nudity, and no one would be as interested in her as her children at some point.

I just want to get your approval to edit the chapter to reflect my ideas, since it currently doesn't line up with the other chapters I created for her first child.

== Humiliation of Katie (kids) ==

I just edited the "More Kids" chapter, and changed the way the chapters flow, so the "Katie's Children" chapter is now the hub for whatever children she ends up having. I hope it's easy to follow.

==Cassie==

Hey, I found your stories about Cassie because I have a character called Cassandra in my story [[The Punishment of Claire and Cassandra]]. Your stories are well written, so I am slowly reading my way through them. Feel free to link my story to your Exciting Adventure story hub if you like, as its possible that the Cassy I write about is the same girl in a parallel universe.

If you like my story, please leave any comments, criticisms or ideas on the story [[Talk:The_Punishment_of_Claire_and_Cassandra|talk page, here]], so that I can improve it [[User:Hornlarry|Hornlarry]] 18:51, 11 May 2015 (UTC)

==War13==
War13's contributions are back. I trust you to fix them up. --[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 15:56, 7 September 2015 (UTC)

==New Rules==
I've got plenty of revising to do in my own stories, so I'm not even looking at anyone else's contributions at this time. You should go ahead and make any changes you think are necessary however. RobKohr is the one who made the decision to change policy here, and if he decides to mass delete offensive pages, he has every right to go ahead and do so. --[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 23:10, 3 October 2015 (UTC)

RobKohr hasn't stated what the limitation is, but I'm also assuming it's 18. --[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 00:51, 4 October 2015 (UTC)

Hey, if you want a place to move your stories where they are acceptable as is, feel free to join '''stories.allthefallen.ninja''' if you would like. (Yes it's a real site, but the system hates it when I try to post external links). --[[User:Elerneron|Elerneron]] 09:07, 4 October 2015 (UTC)

Hi there! I apologize for the fact that it has taken me so long to speak to you or anyone else on one of these discussion pages but I just wanted to send this message to you to ask about my contributions to your story. The passing off partial nudity section is one of my favorite parts in the story but it's listed in one of the multiple sections that need to be edited or scraped because of the new rules. The Crisis of Chelsie might be ok because we never specified what her age is but it still might need revisions. Is there anything mandatory that I should change in the next couple of weeks? --[[User:AccidentalAddict|AccidentalAddict]] 05:50, 16 October 2015 (UTC)

== Loving The Humiliation of Katie ==

The story is incredibly well-written. I love the continuity between ages and events that ties everything together. Too bad the first few sections have some pending changes.

I did bump into one minor continuity flaw, when Katie is 16, during the Walk to School in the Rain section. She mysteriously develops a bra after the into to the series mentions that she has just enough time for panties, dress and shoes. I figured it would be better to point it out to you than to go back and edit it without permission.

Regarding the new ban on content here: My personal life is fairly busy, as well, but I'd be willing to lend a hand when I can to fixing up those sections. The good news, from having just read through them, is there is very little mention of age within the actual threads, which should make tidying it up a little easier.

Also, a final question: Would it be feasible to launch an alternate Forest entry (Katie is 23, Series 4, Road Trip)? The initial set-up piqued my interest, but a lot of my ideas aren't feasible with how quickly she was stripped in the intro section. If not, I can always look at spinning a few of them into the desert and mountain entries instead.

Thanks for the awesome source material, and hope to hear from you soon! - [[User:jealco|jealco]] 21:05, 20 October 2015 (PST)

Already started the desert line. I'm finding it a bit more challenging to write to a desert than a forest, but I'll get what I can out. The first few chapters are up. Feel free to holler or edit them if something needs changing, or if you've got a better idea.

I'll piece together my forest stuff over the next few days, and toss it up as an alternate Lost in the Forest arc. I'm going to be rather busy through this weekend, but I'll let you know when I set them up. - [[User:jealco|jealco]] 18:18 21 October 2015

Lost in the Mountains

2015-10-21T07:21:16Z

Jealco: Clearing redirect so page can be used as intended

Lost in the Mountains

2015-10-21T07:20:10Z

Jealco: Lost in the Mountains moved to Lost in the Desert: Accidentally started on the wrong link. Threads are desert threads.

#REDIRECT [[Lost in the Desert]]

Lost in the Desert

2015-10-21T07:20:10Z

Jealco: Lost in the Mountains moved to Lost in the Desert: Accidentally started on the wrong link. Threads are desert threads.

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Katie thought she knew where she was going, despite the batteries in her GPS having died. She'd driven many, many miles this trip - there was no way she was off-course. All she had to do was take a right, drive a ways more, then take a left, and she'd be free of this hellish desert.

The town she'd stayed at the night before, Ashville, was a tiny place, maybe 150 people at most. It had been a rather chilly morning there, and Katie had dressed to the weather before heading out. Her plan was to make it through the desert in one day, taking a shortcut crosswise through it to save time.

She'd stopped at the local gas/service station on her way out of town, planning to fill her tank, get her car checked out, and buy some munchies and drinks before leaving on this leg of the journey. The way the fat, greasy proprietor had leered at her through the grubby windows had unsettled her, however, and she'd decided to just fill her tank and go. The GPS said it was two hours to the desert, and another seven through it. She still had several bottles of water in the back seat, and she figured she had enough to make the journey without problem.

Her decision made, she'd hopped in the car and headed out before the proprietor could approach her, glad for the fact she could actually pay at the pump there, without going inside. With the radio blasting, Katie headed off towards the desert, and had made the first turn without trouble.

Twenty minutes later, her troubles began. First the GPS died, forcing her to rely on her map. She then realized she had no landmarks to go off of, beyond the rather hazy impressions of hills in the far distance, and she wasn't quite sure ''which'' left was the correct one. Then fate struck it's final blow.

There was a sudden, violent knocking sound, accompanied by the steering wheel shaking violently in her hands, and she swerved for the side of the road as the engine died. Smoke poured from the hood of her car as she braked to a halt on the shoulder of the road. Swearing, Katie popped the hood latch, then climbed out of the car, slamming the door. The stream of expletives flying from Katie's mouth masked the faint click as the door shut.

When Katie lifted the hood, she was greeted by a giant wall of smoke. When it dissipated, Katie realized she was in a bind, as it seemed she had run out of oil, and she didn't have any in the car. Now even more pissed, she went back to the driver's door, and opened it. Or tried to. The handle refused to budge, and Katie realized the door latch had faulted again, and her keys were locked inside.

She was stuck outside, in the late afternoon heat, with nothing but the clothes on her back, in a desert! To make matters worse, those clothes weren't suited to the heat that radiated from the asphalt and sand around her.

Now livid, Katie tried to remember if there was a place she could enlist help from nearby. If she remembered correctly, there was another gas/service station off a turnoff about 5 miles up the road. It was a good distance down the turnoff, though Katie recalled there being what appeared to be a decent-sized hill and a small oasis next to it on the map. There was also an entry lane to a house she remembered passing somewhere down the road behind her, but she couldn't recall how far exactly. The sun was mercilessly hammering down on her, and she could feel sweat pouring down her face and beneath her clothes.

With nothing but terrible options before her, Katie chooses to...

[[Wait next to her car for someone to hopefully come by]]

[[Set off towards the house, sticking to the road]]

[[Set off across the desert towards the gas station]]

Make those modifications before pressing on

2015-10-21T07:16:49Z

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Katie groaned at the thought of continuing as she was. She had to do something to get some air flow around her overheated body. Simply removing clothing was out of the question, as she didn't particularly fancy carrying her clothes with her, never mind if she was surprised by someone. With that in mind, she set out to do what she could about her clothing woes.

Katie poked and prodded her shirt for a moment, trying to remember where certain points were, before removing it. All she wanted to do was remove the midriff and sleeves from it, and lower the neckline so it wouldn't be chafing her neck. She looked at the sodden material in front of her, and tugged at one of the sleeves, trying to tear it loose from its' seam. Surprisingly, it came free without too much of a struggle, though nowhere as cleanly as she had hoped. She repeated the process with the other sleeve, then set about tearing the bottom of the shirt off.

After several minutes of work, the hemline finally gave way, and she tore the shirt up towards where she estimated her breasts would be, then fought with it a bit to round the corners and go around the shirt. The neckline forced her to find a boulder with which to fray the fabric a bit, before it finally gave up and tore free as well.

Grinning slightly, Katie kicked off her heels, finding the sand hot beneath her bare soles, though not enough to burn her, then shimmied out of her soaked jeans. Leaning over her boulder again, she set about fraying the denim beneath the pockets, making holes large enough for her to tear the legs free of her jeans. All of this took her about a half an hour to accomplish, after which she stood, panting for a moment in the receding heat, before putting her newly-modified clothing back on.

Looking down at her handiwork, Katie cringed, blushing despite being alone. She'd taken far more out of her clothes than she'd meant to. The jeans were now short-shorts that Daisy Duke would blush to wear, large expanses of her cheeks bared in back, and most of her thighs in front. She could see her red panties around the frayed edges of the material all the way around.

Her top was an even bigger mess. The hemline was an uneven, ragged mess, which covered the bottom of her right breast completely, but ended all of an inch and a half below her left nipple, baring the bottom of her left breast from the front. What coverage her right right breast had gained there was lost on the side, however. The sleeve had taken a large piece of the shirt with it, and the outside of her right breast was completely bare, with her nipple rather precariously shielded behind material from the side. The neckline came out lopsided as well, a deep U-shaped tear nearly exposing her left nipple from above as well. A thin strip of material was all that covered her left nipple, and bound her top together.

While she felt much cooler, she also felt very exposed in her scanty, torn clothing, but there was nothing to do about that. Testing the sand again with her bare toes, she found it tolerable to walk on, and so she opted to carry her heels, setting off again towards the hill.

With her heels in hand, her pace was markedly faster than it had been, and Katie made reasonably good time across the desert. Her shirt was proving to be problematic, as her nipples kept sneaking out from behind their covering, and no amount of twisting the shirt had helped it stay where it belonged. As the sun kissed the horizon, she found herself at the base of the hill, with the oasis a few hundred feet off. The only problem was, there was no gas station here, and she couldn't remember which side of the oasis it had been on. However, there was a rather run-down trailer parked there, with several rusted vehicles scattered about it, though it appeared abandoned. Perhaps a half-mile beyond the oasis, she could see another road running perpendicular to her in the distance.

Shrugging, Katie made her way to the water, and cupped her hands to drink from the surprisingly cool water, while deciding on her next course of action.

Should Katie...

[[Climb the hill and attempt to locate the gas station]]

[[Search the trailer for something useful]]

[[Wait and see if the trailer is actually abandoned]]

Set off across the desert towards the gas station

2015-10-21T06:29:48Z

Lost in the Desert

2015-10-21T06:05:26Z

Jealco:

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]

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Katie thought she knew where she was going, despite the batteries in her GPS having died. She'd driven many, many miles this trip - there was no way she was off-course. All she had to do was take a right, drive a ways more, then take a left, and she'd be free of this hellish desert.

The town she'd stayed at the night before, Ashville, was a tiny place, maybe 150 people at most. It had been a rather chilly morning there, and Katie had dressed to the weather before heading out. Her plan was to make it through the desert in one day, taking a shortcut crosswise through it to save time.

She'd stopped at the local gas/service station on her way out of town, planning to fill her tank, get her car checked out, and buy some munchies and drinks before leaving on this leg of the journey. The way the fat, greasy proprietor had leered at her through the grubby windows had unsettled her, however, and she'd decided to just fill her tank and go. The GPS said it was two hours to the desert, and another seven through it. She still had several bottles of water in the back seat, and she figured she had enough to make the journey without problem.

Her decision made, she'd hopped in the car and headed out before the proprietor could approach her, glad for the fact she could actually pay at the pump there, without going inside. With the radio blasting, Katie headed off towards the desert, and had made the first turn without trouble.

Twenty minutes later, her troubles began. First the GPS died, forcing her to rely on her map. She then realized she had no landmarks to go off of, beyond the rather hazy impressions of hills in the far distance, and she wasn't quite sure ''which'' left was the correct one. Then fate struck it's final blow.

There was a sudden, violent knocking sound, accompanied by the steering wheel shaking violently in her hands, and she swerved for the side of the road as the engine died. Smoke poured from the hood of her car as she braked to a halt on the shoulder of the road. Swearing, Katie popped the hood latch, then climbed out of the car, slamming the door. The stream of expletives flying from Katie's mouth masked the faint click as the door shut.

When Katie lifted the hood, she was greeted by a giant wall of smoke. When it dissipated, Katie realized she was in a bind, as it seemed she had run out of oil, and she didn't have any in the car. Now even more pissed, she went back to the driver's door, and opened it. Or tried to. The handle refused to budge, and Katie realized the door latch had faulted again, and her keys were locked inside.

She was stuck outside, in the late afternoon heat, with nothing but the clothes on her back, in a desert! To make matters worse, those clothes weren't suited to the heat that radiated from the asphalt and sand around her.

Now livid, Katie tried to remember if there was a place she could enlist help from nearby. If she remembered correctly, there was another gas/service station off a turnoff about 5 miles up the road. It was a good distance down the turnoff, though Katie recalled there being what appeared to be a decent-sized hill and a small oasis next to it on the map. There was also an entry lane to a house she remembered passing somewhere down the road behind her, but she couldn't recall how far exactly. The sun was mercilessly hammering down on her, and she could feel sweat pouring down her face and beneath her clothes.

With nothing but terrible options before her, Katie chooses to...

[[Wait next to her car for someone to hopefully come by]]

[[Set off towards the house, sticking to the road]]

[[Set off across the desert towards the gas station]]

Lost in the Desert

2015-10-21T06:04:43Z

Jealco:

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Katie thought she knew where she was going, despite the batteries in her GPS having died. She'd driven many, many miles this trip - there was no way she was off-course. All she had to do was take a right, drive a ways more, then take a left, and she'd be free of this hellish desert.

The town she'd stayed at the night before, Ashville, was a tiny place, maybe 150 people at most. It had been a rather chilly morning there, and Katie had dressed to the weather before heading out. Her plan was to make it through the desert in one day, taking a shortcut crosswise through it to save time.

She'd stopped at the local gas/service station on her way out of town, planning to fill her tank, get her car checked out, and buy some munchies and drinks before leaving on this leg of the journey. The way the fat, greasy proprietor had leered at her through the grubby windows had unsettled her, however, and she'd decided to just fill her tank and go. The GPS said it was two hours to the desert, and another seven through it. She still had several bottles of water in the back seat, and she figured she had enough to make the journey without problem.

Her decision made, she'd hopped in the car and headed out before the proprietor could approach her, glad for the fact she could actually pay at the pump there, without going inside. With the radio blasting, Katie headed off towards the desert, and had made the first turn without trouble.

Twenty minutes later, her troubles began. First the GPS died, forcing her to rely on her map. She then realized she had no landmarks to go off of, beyond the rather hazy impressions of hills in the far distance, and she wasn't quite sure ''which'' left was the correct one. Then fate struck it's final blow.

There was a sudden, violent knocking sound, accompanied by the steering wheel shaking violently in her hands, and she swerved for the side of the road as the engine died. Smoke poured from the hood of her car as she braked to a halt on the shoulder of the road. Swearing, Katie popped the hood latch, then climbed out of the car, slamming the door. The stream of expletives flying from Katie's mouth masked the faint click as the door shut.

When Katie lifted the hood, she was greeted by a giant wall of smoke. When it dissipated, Katie realized she was in a bind, as it seemed she had run out of oil, and she didn't have any in the car. Now even more pissed, she went back to the driver's door, and opened it. Or tried to. The handle refused to budge, and Katie realized the door latch had faulted again, and her keys were locked inside.

She was stuck outside, in the early afternoon, with nothing but the clothes on her back, in a desert! To make matters worse, those clothes weren't suited to the heat that radiated from the asphalt and sand around her.

Now livid, Katie tried to remember if there was a place she could enlist help from nearby. If she remembered correctly, there was another gas/service station off a turnoff about 5 miles up the road. It was a good distance down the turnoff, though Katie recalled there being what appeared to be a decent-sized hill and a small oasis next to it on the map. There was also an entry lane to a house she remembered passing somewhere down the road behind her, but she couldn't recall how far exactly. The sun was mercilessly hammering down on her, and she could feel sweat pouring down her face and beneath her clothes.

With nothing but terrible options before her, Katie chooses to...

[[Wait next to her car for someone to hopefully come by]]

[[Set off towards the house, sticking to the road]]

[[Set off across the desert towards the gas station]]

Lost in the Desert

2015-10-21T05:58:34Z

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]

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Katie thought she knew where she was going, despite the batteries in her GPS having died. She'd driven many, many miles this trip - there was no way she was off-course. All she had to do was take a right, drive a ways more, then take a left, and she'd be free of this hellish desert.

The town she'd stayed at the night before, Ashville, was a tiny place, maybe 150 people at most. It had been a rather chilly morning there, and Katie had dressed to the weather before heading out. Her plan was to make it through the desert in one day, taking a shortcut crosswise through it to save time.

She'd stopped at the local gas/service station on her way out of town, planning to fill her tank, get her car checked out, and buy some munchies and drinks before leaving on this leg of the journey. The way the fat, greasy proprietor had leered at her through the grubby windows had unsettled her, however, and she'd decided to just fill her tank and go. The GPS said it was two hours to the desert, and another seven through it. She still had several bottles of water in the back seat, and she figured she had enough to make the journey without problem.

Her decision made, she'd hopped in the car and headed out before the proprietor could approach her, glad for the fact she could actually pay at the pump there, without going inside. With the radio blasting, Katie headed off towards the desert, and had made the first turn without trouble.

Twenty minutes later, her troubles began. First the GPS died, forcing her to rely on her map. She then realized she had no landmarks to go off of, beyond the rather hazy impressions of hills in the far distance, and she wasn't quite sure ''which'' left was the correct one. Then fate struck it's final blow.

There was a sudden, violent knocking sound, accompanied by the steering wheel shaking violently in her hands, and she swerved for the side of the road as the engine died. Smoke poured from the hood of her car as she braked to a halt on the shoulder of the road. Swearing, Katie popped the hood latch, then climbed out of the car, slamming the door. The stream of expletives flying from Katie's mouth masked the faint click as the door shut.

When Katie lifted the hood, she was greeted by a giant wall of smoke. When it dissipated, Katie realized she was in a bind, as it seemed she had run out of oil, and she didn't have any in the car. Now even more pissed, she went back to the driver's door, and opened it. Or tried to. The handle refused to budge, and Katie realized the door latch had faulted again, and her keys were locked inside.

She was stuck outside, in the early afternoon, with nothing but the clothes on her back, in a desert! To make matters worse, those clothes weren't suited to the heat that radiated from the asphalt and sand around her.

Now livid, Katie tried to remember if there was a place she could enlist help from nearby. If she remembered correctly, there was another gas/service station off a turnoff about 5 miles up the road. It was a good distance down the turnoff, though Katie recalled there being what appeared to be a decent-sized hill and a small oasis next to it on the map. There was also an entry lane to a house she remembered passing somewhere down the road behind her, but she couldn't recall how far exactly. The sun was mercilessly hammering down on her, and she could feel sweat pouring down her face and beneath her clothes.

With nothing but terrible options before her, Katie chooses to...

[[Wait next to her car for someone to hopefully come by]]

[[Set off towards the house, sticking to the road]]

[[Set off across the desert towards the gas station]]

User talk:Uman

2015-10-21T04:06:03Z

Jealco: /* Loving The Humiliation of Katie */ new section

Go to work anyway (torn shirt)

2015-10-17T08:10:07Z

Jealco:

You're not sure you want to be walking around just wearing a shirt if the skirt tears the rest of the way, especially since your torn shirt barely keeps your tits in, but, if you stay at your desk no one will notice, and the skirt might hold together. Besides, the whole point of this little game is to spice things up. What could be more spicy than having a naked pussy all day?

You enter your office and brew some coffee. When John arrives you pour him a cup of coffee and take it to his office. Like yesterday, you lean way over, so he can see down your shirt. He gets a good look at your naked breasts.

What happens:
*[[The skirt tears the rest of the way and falls off]]
*[[The shirt and skirt tear the rest of the way and fall off]]
*[[The clothing stay together and you go back to your desk]]
*[[John makes a move]]

{{Mindy's Status|Clothing=[[Torn v-neck and torn skirt]]|Day=2|Health=Horny}}

[[Category: Work Attire]]

The clothes stay together and you go back to your desk

2015-10-17T08:09:02Z

Jealco: The clothes stay together and you go back to your desk moved to Work Attire/The skirt stays together and you go back to your desk: Moved to ensure continuity of attire

#REDIRECT [[Work Attire/The skirt stays together and you go back to your desk]]

Work Attire/The skirt stays together and you go back to your desk

2015-10-17T08:09:02Z

Jealco: The clothes stay together and you go back to your desk moved to Work Attire/The skirt stays together and you go back to your desk: Moved to ensure continuity of attire

Word must have gotten around about your attire because you get visited by pretty much every man in your suite of offices today. Each time you make sure to lean over your desk so they can see your tits. You've had your eye on Bill, who works in the office next door, for quite a while. So, at lunch, you go over to his office to chat for a few minutes. You lean on his desk and chat for a few minutes, but as you leave you drop your pen and have to bend over to pick it up. You stay down long enough to make sure Bill sees your wet pussy.

As you stand up, you turn around and wink. Bill definitely got a good look.

After work:

*[[Your car won't start and Bill offers you a ride home]]
*[[Your car won't start and you hitchhike home]]
*[[You go out for a drink]]
*[[You go to a tailor's shop to fix your skirt]]
*[[You go home to see how Jessica's day was]]

{{Mindy's Status|Clothing=[[V-neck and torn skirt]]|Day=2|Health=Horny}}

[[Category: Work Attire]]

Wear jeans with a torn backside and go bare-breasted under your jacket

2015-06-09T07:08:25Z

Jealco:

Dressed as you are, it feels strange to have no one look twice at you, though you do have a slight naughty feeling from your mostly-bare ass against the faux leather seats. The way the street car rattles as it carries you towards the restaurant keeps your breasts jiggling, the chafing getting so unbearable you end up opening your jacket twice. Your confidence is restored by the startled stares of an unshaven businessman and a mother of two, as your suddenly bared breasts jiggle in all their glory.

You hop off the street car a block from the restaurant and immediately know you're in the bad part of town. Solitary figures walk beneath oppressive brownstone buildings. The few open places lining the nearly abandoned streets glow sickly with sulfurous light. The smell of trash and urine is mixed up with a wetter odor of rot.

When you pause to tie one of your sneakers, you wish there was someone there to see your exposed ass, and maybe finger your damp slit.

The stench of rot gets stronger the closer to the water you walk. When you reach the small cobbled space, a clammy fog lingers in the alleyways and storm drains. On the far side of the space, you see the garish red lights that spell ”Fuk Me Hod”. To your left, you see only roiling fog down a side street. To your right, weak light flickers from a ratty bar. The square itself is cluttered with trash dumpsters and the husk of an abandoned Chevy.

You're a fine piece of ass, but there's no one here to take advantage of that. Gosh, you need a drink!

*[[Check out the foggy side street to your left, to see if you can pinpoint the source of that rotten stench.]]
*[[Gather some liquid courage at the bar to your right, and perhaps a useful rumor as well]]
*[[Walk directly across the square to get to the Chinese restaurant.]]
{{SexRompStatus|Location=''Harbor District''|Health=Horny & Hormonal|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

User talk:Jealco

2015-06-09T06:24:27Z

Jealco:

Please review [[Punctuation with dialogue]]. You're leaving out commas that you should be using. But otherwise, good contributions. --[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 23:12, 17 October 2012 (UTC)

Please change the location listed in the status bar when your character changes locations. --[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 09:17, 18 October 2012 (UTC)

Also, the choices should be choices your character can make, not choices she can't. She can choose to kick her shoes off, but she can't choose where they land unless she's aiming. --[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 12:20, 18 October 2012 (UTC)

I know you know how to categorize pages. You're still required to do so. So please, don't forget to include the category on the pages you're posting! --[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 11:56, 2 July 2014 (UTC)

== Minor Edits ==

You edited [[Visit the clothing department]], marking the edit as "minor".

* Checking the minor edit box signifies that the current and previous versions differ only superficially (typographical corrections, etc.), in a way that no editor would be expected to regard as disputable.
* Any edit that changes the meaning of an article is not a minor edit, even if the edit concerns a single word, and it is improper to mark such an edit as minor.

Adding a new choice ("Look for some new nightclothes") is '''not''' a minor edit. There's nothing wrong with the edit per se, but please don't mark such edits as minor. Thanks [[User:Anedwcan|Anedwcan]] 17:03, 29 October 2012 (UTC)

== Plans for Fuc Mi Hod ==

What are your plans for this part of the smutty sex romp. I was thinking of contributing.

Don't really have many at the moment. Was just running with a vague idea of how to describe that particular outfit. I'm game for most anything, to be fair.

Wear jeans with a torn backside and go bare-breasted under your jacket

2015-06-08T07:30:13Z

Jealco: Created page with 'Dressed as you are, it feels strange to have no one look twice at you, though you do have a slight naughty feeling from your mostly-bare ass against the faux leather seats. The …'

Dressed as you are, it feels strange to have no one look twice at you, though you do have a slight naughty feeling from your mostly-bare ass against the faux leather seats. The way the street car rattles as it carries you towards the restaurant keeps your breasts jiggling, the chafing getting so unbearable you end up opening your jacket twice. Your confidence is restored by the startled stares of an unshaven businessman and a mother of two, as your suddenly-bared breasts jiggle in all their glory.

You hop off the street car a block from the restaurant and immediately know you're in the bad part of town. Solitary figures walk beneath oppressive brownstone buildings. The few open places lining the nearly abandoned streets glow sickly with sulfurous light. The smell of trash and urine is mixed up with a wetter odor of rot.

The stench of rot gets stronger the closer to the water you walk. When you reach the small cobbled space, a clammy fog lingers in the alleyways and storm drains. On the far side of the space, you see the garish red lights that spell ”Fuk Me Hod”. To your left, you see only roiling fog down a side street. To your right, weak light flickers from a ratty bar. The square itself is cluttered with trash dumpsters and the husk of an abandoned Chevy.

You're a fine piece of ass, but there's no one here to take advantage of that. Gosh, you need a drink!

*[[Check out the foggy side street to your left, to see if you can pinpoint the source of that rotten stench.]]
*[[Gather some liquid courage at the bar to your right, and perhaps a useful rumor as well]]
*[[Walk directly across the square to get to the Chinese restaurant.]]
{{SexRompStatus|Location=''Harbor District''|Health=Horny & Hormonal|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore the perv

2015-05-07T05:47:26Z

Jealco: Created page with 'You follow Caty over to the rest of the cheerleaders, and practice begins. For the next hour, you bounce, flip, and jump around the gymnasium, practicing your moves in front of …'

You follow Caty over to the rest of the cheerleaders, and practice begins.

For the next hour, you bounce, flip, and jump around the gymnasium, practicing your moves in front of a small audience, mostly boys. You notice several of the boys watching you and Caty in particular, as your large breasts wobble and bounce in time with your movements. As they shift beneath the material, they stiffen, warmth spreading in your loins as the tender nubs harden.

By the end of practice, when you head back to the locker room with the rest of the cheerleaders, you're rather horny. You notice a few of the boy's following you down the hall, but duck into the locker room before they can say anything.

You walk into the locker room with Caty. The rest of the cheerleading squad are already starting to strip down. You and Caty follow suit.

"That was fun," you say as you remove your top, your sweaty breasts bouncing as they pop free of the top.

"It always is," Caty replies. "Tiring, though."

You unzip your skirt and let it drop, then slip out of your damp panties. "Keeps me in shape."

Caty giggles. "Keeps us all in shape."

As everyone heads to the showers, you pause. With everyone occupied in the showers, Maybe you could rub one out...or even enlist the help of one of the boys outside. Or you could try to get some help from Caty.

Then, when you can think straight again, you can try to figure out what it is you're forgetting.

Do you:
*[[Head into the showers with Caty]]
*[[Masturbate while everyone else is in the showers]]
*[[Ignore the itch and take a shower]]
{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Cheerleaders' Locker Room]]''|Health=Horny and Female|MP=0|Level=5}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Say, "Yeah, let's go cheer, Caty."

2015-05-07T04:58:52Z

Jealco: Created page with 'You'll worry about that nagging lack of memory later. Right now, there's cheerleaders to watch. Just thinking about it sets your pussy steaming again. You grab your pom-poms a…'

You'll worry about that nagging lack of memory later. Right now, there's cheerleaders to watch. Just thinking about it sets your pussy steaming again.

You grab your pom-poms and follow Caty out of the locker room, hurry to catch up to the rest of the cheerleaders. As you're filing into the gymnasium, you pass a scruffy-looking boy sitting in the bleachers. He winks at you, then rubs the bulge in his shorts.

"Ugh," Caty says. "Ignore that perv."

Do you:
*[[Ignore the perv]]
*[[Step up to the scruffy-looking boy]]
{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[School Gymnasium]]''|Health=Horny and Female|MP=0|Level=5}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Practice cheerleading, with no bra

2015-05-07T04:28:39Z

Jealco:

You and your friend giggle as the two of you put your tops on without bras. The material feels good as it rubs against your nipples. Suddenly, a memory that wasn't there before tells you that this is Caty, your best friend since elementary school. Wait, no, that's not right... You've never met her before. And you're not a girl!

"You ready yet, Sarah?" Caty asks, grabbing her pom-poms. Ah, right, your name is Sarah. Of course. Except... it's not, obviously. Your name is... is... Well, you can't remember right now. But that's just because you're in a strange situation, and it's hard to concentrate with all these sexy high school girls in here.

You:

*[[Say, "Yeah, let's go cheer, Caty."]]
*[[Grab Caty and kiss her.]]
*[[Run from the locker room. You're losing your mind!]]

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Cheerleaders' Locker Room]]''|Health=Horny and Female|MP=0|Level=5}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Stealthily follow her to her other classes, and humiliate her some more

2015-05-06T11:00:22Z

Jealco:

You crouch by a trash can that is by the girls locker room. A few minutes later you see Katy depart in fresh change of clothes. Her face is still incredibly red.

The girl is in a black form-fitting tank-top that shows off her slender figure and growing bust. It shows some cleavage as well. For her lower half is a white pleated miniskirt. On her feet is a simple pair of flip-flops. You stare at her and scheme about what you can do to this poor girl.

What do you do?

*[[Go up and tear her top off]]
*[[Stealthily unravel her tank-top]]
*[[Tear off her skirt]]
*[[Move your spirit to Katy]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Brandon Jones|6th Grade Boy]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Exit the dumpster

2015-05-06T04:28:33Z

Jealco: Created page with 'You jump back out of the dumpster, landing gracefully alongside it. You can feel the grime of the alley on your feet as you flip through the wallet you stole. There's several h…'

You jump back out of the dumpster, landing gracefully alongside it. You can feel the grime of the alley on your feet as you flip through the wallet you stole. There's several hundred dollars and a couple of credit cards in there, and you start thinking of other ways to cause mayhem. A slight breeze blows down the alley, ruffling your skirt and caressing your breasts...wait, what? As you look down, you realize that, in your haste to steal the man's money and leave, you forgot to grab your shirt. Your big breasts are standing free and proud, your nipples stiff points capping them. To make matters worse, you left your purse at the bar, and you can't exactly walk back in and claim it. Your car keys were in it.

That throws a wrench in the works. You're going to need some new clothes. The mall is a few miles up the street. You could either walk it or try and bum a ride from someone. There's also the dumpsters behind the bar you came from. Maybe you'll get lucky there. Or, you could try to get home, but that's a long ways off.

Do you:
*[[Try to walk to the mall]]
*[[Bum a ride to the mall]]
*[[Try to get home]]
*[[Go search the dumpsters behind the bar]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Valerie Jones|Hot College Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Run like hell!

2015-05-05T06:38:20Z

Jealco: Created page with 'Horny as you may be, being a zombie doesn't exactly appeal to you, and you take off running. You don't exactly have a destination in mind, but anywhere is better than here at th…'

Horny as you may be, being a zombie doesn't exactly appeal to you, and you take off running. You don't exactly have a destination in mind, but anywhere is better than here at the moment.

You look back over your shoulder, watching with horror as zombies peel off from the pack, assaulting and converting other pedestrians. Panic ensues, with people screaming and running in every direction, as the horde grows larger. Your heels keep sinking in the grass, slowing you down, and as the horde grows close enough to touch you, you ditch them, sprinting barefoot across the grass. You feel a hand grab your shoulder, and twist free, the sound of fabric ripping accompanying your movement. You're finally gaining on the zombies pursuing you.

As you exit the park, you watch cars slamming into each other, people panicking and bailing out of them, often into the waiting arms of zombies. The madness is spreading, and you've got precious little time to find someplace to go.

There's a policeman across the street, waving people into a building as other cops take shots at the oncoming zombies. You could try to grab a car, though you've got no idea how badly jammed the roads will be beyond here. There also numerous other building you could duck into, and make a plan from there.

What now?
*[[Join the people hiding with the cops]]
*[[Grab a car and make a run for it]]
*[[Dive into a nearby building, and make a better plan]]
{{SexRompStatus|Location=''Just outside [[The Park]]''|Health=Horny & Hormonal & surrounded by sex zombies|MP=0|Level=2}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Jump in a dumpster

2015-04-30T07:22:25Z

Jealco: Intend to use the "Exit the dumpster" choice as a branching choice to allow for more places to go

You run and turn towards an alley adjacent to an experimental medical center. You see a dumpster. With your demonic strength, you jump like a cat, doing a flip in the air before landing in the open dumpster. You peek your head out and see the men do not see you.

You quickly lower your body into the trash. You decide to open up a few of the trash bags. You find two bottles of pills with the labels missing. One bottle contains white pills and the other bottle contains blue pills. You stuff the bottles in your pockets.

You lay quietly in the dumpster for about fifteen minutes. You feel it is now safe to get away.

Do you:
*[[Take a nap in the dumpster]]
*[[Exit the dumpster]]
*[[Take one of the blue pills]]
*[[Take one of the white pills]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Valerie Jones|Hot College Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Cut holes in her top for her nipples, and shorten her skirt

2015-04-30T07:20:21Z

Jealco: Created page with 'You quietly move over to Katy's desk, and, taking great care to not wake her, you pinch the material over her nipples, snipping small holes in the material. Her pretty pink nipp…'

You quietly move over to Katy's desk, and, taking great care to not wake her, you pinch the material over her nipples, snipping small holes in the material. Her pretty pink nipples poke out through the material, already hardened from the cold air in the room.

Her skirt is next. You deftly trim it down to where it should just barely cover her ass from behind, and her pussy from the front, then resume your seat.

Thirty minutes later, as the movie ends, Katy stirs, then starts as the lights come on. No one notices her waking up, as Ms. Brown is assigning homework for the evening. As she finishes, the bell rings, and the students begin filing out of the room. Katy quickly packs her things, and joins the press of bodies leaving the room, oblivious to the alterations you made to her clothing.

You follow her towards her next class, which is Biology with Mr. Woodstrom. Your host doesn't have the class; however, Mr. Woodstrom has let your host skip class and hang out there several times.

As you walk, you watch as students pass by Katy, most of them oblivious to Katy's clothing. Some students, mostly male, do notice, quietly ribbing their buddies and openly ogling her barely clothed body. Your demonic hearing easily picks up their hushed whispers, and you grin slightly at their crude commentary about the length of her skirt, and the one student who noticed her exposed nipples. Before anyone has a chance to do more than look, however, Katy ducks into the classroom, quickly taking a seat at the back of the room.

After a quick chat with Mr. Woodstrom, you take a vacant seat at the back of the room as the bell rings, watching as Katy fidgets with her hemline again, trying to remain innocuous in her seat. Mr. Woodstrom gives a quick spiel about observing the local ecosystem, then ushers the class out the door, headed for the pond tucked away in a wooded lot at the back of the schoolgrounds. You follow, your eyes quietly tracing Katy's lithe frame, often focusing on her sabotaged flip-flops, wondering just when they'll break.

What now?
*[[Step on one of her flip-flops]]
*[[Mess with her tank-top some more]]
*[[Just wait until the class arrives at the lake]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Brandon Jones|6th Grade Boy]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Make a run for it, leaving your bag behind

2015-04-30T06:22:23Z

Jealco: Created page with 'As his eruption ends, he sags backwards a bit, his grip loosening slightly, though his dick doesn't soften in the least. You take advantage of his momentary lapse, rocketing up …'

As his eruption ends, he sags backwards a bit, his grip loosening slightly, though his dick doesn't soften in the least. You take advantage of his momentary lapse, rocketing up off his dick with a loud ''pop!'' and a yelp of pain. His hands make a half-hearted grab at your waist, but he's drained enough he misses you. You make a dash for the door, bare soles slapping against the smooth concrete of the floor. You glance over your shoulder as you go, and spot him standing, reaching for his shorts. As you slam through the door, his voice follows you. "Hey, I wasn't done yet! Get your ass back here!"

You ignore him and run into the hall, your right breast bouncing free of your tee, your nipple standing at attention as it's exposed. Unless you want to spend the rest of your life on his dick, you need to either find a spot to hide, or outright escape him. To the left is the front of the building, with a small cafe, the reception area, and the front doors. To the right is the gym proper, the saunas, and the indoor pool. Somewhere back there is an emergency exit, as well as the roof access. There are numerous smaller rooms scattered through the gym for other activities.

Which way do you head?
*[[Left, towards the front of the building]]
*[[Right, towards the rear of the building]]
{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[The Gym]]''|Health=Horny & Hormonal|MP=0|Level=2}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]