Chores Build Character - Week 04

I was met with eager anticipation in the eyes of my three roommates. Jason smiled while Braden's comment, "Now that's what I'm talking about," hit my ears with a flirty tone. Teddy, though shy, couldn't contain his excitement, pulling out his camera to capture the moment for IzzyEcchi, I assumed, and I obliged with a playful twirl of my pigtails.

I swayed my hips seductively to the middle of the living room, feeling the music enveloping me, empowering me. My roommates saw the new me for the first time since the surgery. Their expressions and the subtle bulges building in their pants told me they liked what they saw.

"I knew you had it in you, whore," Braden really didn't want to let that name go.

As I danced, Jason pulled out some dollar bills, his playful gesture mirroring a strip club atmosphere. He slid them into the waistband of my skirt, and I mockingly feigned surprise, my eyes wide and lips slightly parted, embracing the playful spirit of the moment.

As I continued my sensual dance, the music pulsated through the room, guiding my every move. The training videos seemed to have worked wonders. My hips swayed perfectly with the rhythm, and I could see the anticipation in my roommates' eyes. Their reactions were exactly what I had hoped for.

With each sway of my hips, I felt like I was becoming the woman my roommates wanted me to become. As I caught my reflection in the mirror, my smile became less shy. It became coy, seductive, and more confident. It felt natural, almost like I had always been a performer, and this was the most natural thing I could do. Being a waitress was like a performance, so I had experience.

Braden chanted, "Take it off!" repeatedly. His enthusiasm fueled my desire to tease them, prolonging their torment. As he chanted, Jason's voice echoed the sentiment. Teddy mouthed the words quietly to himself.

I slid the waistband down my thighs, slowly revealing the firm, voluptuous shape of my bubble butt. Their cheers filled my ears like an aphrodisiac, egging me. With a playful flourish, I slipped out of the skirt, sending it fluttering to the floor.

The song ended, and "XXX" by Kim Petras started to blare, signaling the second part of my performance.

Braden, Jason, and Teddy eagerly encouraged me to keep going with cheers and catcalls. With the music coursing through my veins and the cheers from my roommates urging me on, I knew it was time to give them what they wanted.

I expertly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing the lacy bra beneath. Braden's voice echoed in the room, his tone more demanding now, "Take it off!" he urged, his eyes fixated on my every move.

It felt surreal looking down at my new, fuller figure. My body had transformed beyond anything I had ever imagined possible. My breasts were now large and round. My nipples were erect, poking through the lace bra. The curve of my waist and hips was accentuated by my tiny panties, and my butt was full and round. I couldn't help but revel in my body and the reaction it elicited from my roommates.

With the cheers of my roommates filling my ears and the music throbbing through my body, I couldn't contain myself any longer. My hands moved to the back of my bra, and with a playful wink, I unfastened it, releasing my new, enhanced breasts from their confinement. With the bra hanging loose from my body, I turned my back to my roommates and bent down to take off the bra, giving them a full view of my newly enhanced figure. I looked over my shoulder, flashing a mischievous grin. With the bra now off, I tossed it to them.

As the song ended, I faced my roommates, wearing only a pair of sexy black lace panties. "Milkshake" by Kelis started playing, letting me know the show was not over. I could see the desire and arousal in their eyes as they drank in the sight of the new me.

Braden wanted it to push further. "Give me a lapdance, whore."

I complied without hesitation, my body craving the closeness of his. The way he spoke to me, the command in his voice, was enough to ignite a fire deep within me. As I straddled him and began to grind on him, the friction of his body against mine only served to stoke the flames. The feeling of his hands on my skin, the warmth of his body... it was intoxicating.

As I gyrated on his lap, the sensation of my lace-clad bottom against his lap was electrifying. I could feel his arousal growing, the stiffening of his cock against me.

"I want to feel those new dick-sucking lips," he said as he pulled his cock out.

I immediately went to my knees to accommodate his request. The sight of his cock in my face was too tempting to resist. He had such a pretty cock.

As I took it into my mouth, the warmth of it against my now pillowy lips felt deliciously naughty. I could taste Braden's arousal and his precum's saltiness. The weight on my tongue, the fullness in my mouth... it was amazing. I began to suck and lick Braden's cock as he continued to demand and instruct me. I complied with every request; my desire to please him was overpowering. I could feel Teddy zoom in with his camera.

I wanted nothing more than to make my roommate feel good, to hear his praises, and to feel his appreciation. His voice and body commanded my full attention, and I couldn't get enough of him. As I enjoyed the first throbs of his release against my tongue, I loved the taste. With a final surge, his cum exploded into my mouth, coating my tongue with the warm, sticky liquid. I eagerly swallowed every drop; the sensation of it sliding down my throat made me feel used and hot.

Teddy came around the corner and stood beside me. I felt my arousal growing as his hands and mouth explored my body. My breasts ached as he palmed and sucked my nipples.

I pushed him away; my breasts were still tender from the surgery. He took the cue and presented his cock to my mouth, and I couldn't help but indulge. I swallowed it, swirling my tongue around its girth and sucking hungrily.

I felt like I was in heaven as he pushed the entire length deep down my throat. With each thrust, the warmth of his body filled my senses, the pressure of his hands against my shoulders as he guided himself deeper down my throat, the fullness in my mouth as his cock slid against my tongue. The way he controlled my mouth with his thrusts, the way he dictated the pace and depth of his cock in my mouth... it was exhilarating. I wanted to savor every moment. In control, Teddy was hotter than his usual, adorable, shy, and tentative Teddy.

I could feel his excitement building as he continued to fuck my mouth, his thrusts becoming more urgent. With a final, hard thrust, I felt the first spurts of his cum coat the back of my throat. The feeling was overwhelming, and I swallowed every drop eagerly. As he pulled his cock out, I looked up at him, our eyes locking as he watched me swallow his load.

Braden said, "You will be an amazing stripper".

Teddy stood and stepped back as he zipped up. I sat there for a moment, dazed, as I savored his taste still lingering on my tongue.

I looked over at Jason, who just shrugged. "I can wait, Izzy," he said with a playful smirk before going to the kitchen.

I took a few more moments to savor the memory of my roommates' cum before standing up. My legs felt shaky as I rose from my knees, but I steadied myself against the couch. I could feel the heat radiating from my body; my cheeks were flushed, and my panties were damp with my own arousal. The way they used and dominated me had been intoxicating, and I craved more. I needed more. I would have more.

Chapter 5

Sunday

Seated at a cozy corner table in the restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation and nervousness. It had been a whole week since I'd last seen Kimmy, and her cryptic text about steering clear of the training videos gnawed at me. What did she know that I didn't?

A menu laid open before me, but the words might as well have been gibberish for all the attention I could muster. The restaurant was an exquisite place, with its soft, dimmed lighting and the gentle melody of background music. It should have been a perfect setting for a peaceful meal, yet my mind refused to settle.

Would Kimmy be okay with my new appearance?

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed Kimmy's arrival until her voice broke through my reverie. "Oh my god, Izzy!"

A smile erupted on my face as if a switch had been flipped. Kimmy was like sunshine breaking through a storm cloud. I practically jumped out of my chair. Our embrace was passionate, a lingering kiss filled with the intensity of emotions building up inside me.

As we took our seats, Kimmy scanned me. Her eyes roamed over me, curiosity and something else I couldn't quite decipher flickering in their depths. "What happened, Izzy?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and fascination. "Your lips? your tits?"

I smiled, a mix of confidence and self-assuredness washing over me. "Like, Kimmy, your advice totally worked," I giggled, gesturing to my enhanced features. "I planned my week out, and these were a part of the chores," I grinned, flaunting my new self.

A playful twinkle entered Kimmy's eyes, yet tinged with concern. "My little bimbo," she chuckled before her demeanor changed. "Are you okay, Izzy?"

I beamed at her, "Yeah, I'm more than okay. Don't I look totally hot?"

Kimmy agreed, her smile turning into something warmer. But then, her expression shifted again. "Did you do any more training videos?"

I hesitated momentarily before admitting, "I did on Monday, but that was before I got your text. And maybe a few others, I'm not sure." I wasn't sure if the dancing videos counted or not.

An "Oh, Izzy" expression crossed Kimmy's face, blending disappointment and understanding. She sighed softly, saying, "I need to tell you something." I held my breath, wondering what revelation she was about to share.

"What is it?"

"Last week, when you told me about the training videos, something just seemed off," Kimmy began, her voice filled with concern. Her eyes locked onto mine, and the weight of her words hung in the air.

I leaned in, "What do you mean, Kimmy?" I asked, my voice almost a whisper.

Kimmy hesitated for a moment. "I asked around about you at the restaurant. It became evident that you've changed a lot and too quickly for it to be natural."

A somber expression settled on Kimmy's face. "I also snooped around while I was at your place," she confessed. "I gathered data and delved into it with the help of my teacher's assistant at school. What we discovered is beyond unsettling, Izzy."

My eyes widened, and my curiosity and anxiety grew with each word.

"These are not just any ordinary training videos, Izzy," she continued. Kimmy took a deep breath, "They are using subliminal messages. Messages designed to make you feel good during the training, to make you long for the training, to trust your roommates more than anyone else, to please them, and most disturbingly, to make you believe you would do anything, absolutely anything, for those 100 points."

"But why?" I asked, my mind reeling.

Kimmy shook her head, her voice barely audible, "They're turning you into an ideal, Izzy. A dream girl, a fantasy, someone who exists solely to fulfill their desires. It's a disturbing and invasive form of mind control, and you've been unknowingly subjected to it."

I felt shock, anger, and confusion wash over me. My roommates, the training videos, everything I had thought I knew had been turned upside down. I wanted to run to the bathroom to throw up.

My confusion deepened, and I couldn't help but blame myself for falling into their trap. "I can't believe I fell for it. I can't believe I allowed them to manipulate me like that."

Kimmy's grip on my hand tightened, providing much-needed comfort. "Izzy, please don't blame yourself. They employed highly sophisticated methods to control your thoughts. You were a victim in all of this."

Kimmy reached out and gently took my hand. "Izzy, we'll figure this out," she reassured me with determination in her eyes. "But we must be cautious. We don't know who among your roommates is involved in this manipulation. Whoever it was tampered with your mind, and undoing it won't be easy or may not be entirely possible."

Finally, I found the courage to ask, "What should I do now?"

Kimmy looked at me with concern. Her voice was soft and measured as she responded, "Izzy, you must get out of there. The longer you're exposed to it, the worse it'll become."

"But Kimmy... I can't really afford to move out. That's kinda why I, like, agreed to this whole arrangement thing in the first place."

Kimmy seemed deep in thought and finally spoke, "You did get that job recently, right?"

I nodded, trembling, "Yeah, waitressing at the Jiggle Joint. Thanks to your father," I rolled my eyes and continued, "But I don't think that's enough to afford to move out?"

She nodded thoughtfully. "It might take some time, Izzy. I'm just worried that the longer you stay there, the more control they'll have."

Desperation took hold of me, and I blurted, "What if I... danced? I mean, I would earn a lot more, right?"

Kimmy regarded me with understanding in her eyes. "If you're comfortable with that."

My mind raced with thoughts of the future. "Maybe... But in the meantime, what should I do?"

Kimmy leaned closer, "Izzy, the police won't believe us. The science behind this is incredibly complex, and it would be difficult to prove. Braden is a star football player, and Jason is a big wig at a firm too; men like that don't face consequence through the law."

She paused and added, "Until we figure this out, you can't let your roommates know what's happening; they might change their tactics."

"How do I do that?"

Kimmy reached out, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I'll help you plan out your chores for the week. Don't watch any screens they give you. And you need to keep acting how you were acting before this conversation. Role-play that you are under their control. Don't give any signs that you know anything."

I nodded, "Okay, but, like, if the police can't help, how will I get justice?"

A glint of mischief danced in Kimmy's eyes as she spoke. "Izzy, we'll plot our own form of revenge. We'll find a way to make them pay for their actions, even if not through the courts. My T.A. and I will uncover the truth and ensure they face the consequences, no matter which of your roommates are involved."

To be continued...