This choice: Looks like your allowance is going to be in PPs from now on • Go Back...Chapter #14Looks like your allowance is going to be in PPs... by: the-dude   Looks like your allowance is going to be in PPs from now on "your dad says"
Where are me clothes? "You ask" I can't go out there naked."
The surgeons exchange confused looks. "Clothes?"
"No clothing, honey," the other says. Her fingers carefully trace around the metal implant in your nipple. "These are low-threshold Class III pleasure sockets. Anything more than a breath of wind will activate them, so that means no driving, no operating heavy machinery, and no clothes. Didn't you know?"
You didn't know you were getting Class III's. They were high-end nerve stimulators, usually only used by thrill seekers and pleasure junkies. Class I's and II's were of lesser strength, requiring more implants to get the same effect, but they still allowed you to live a normal life. Class IIIs didn't - stimulating a single implant would induce deep sexual euphoria, two of them at once would cause an intense orgasm, while three would overload the nervous systems of most people. For their own safety, there were strict limits on what those under the influence of Class IIIs could do.
You push them away, backing into the clinic. "You mean I have to spend the rest of my life naked?!"
"Really going to save on school uniform costs, don't you think?" you dad says, stepping up behind you. His hands cup your breasts. An orgasmic spasm tears through you as his fingers play across both of your smooth metal nipples at once. The feeling is intense but artificial, an invasive electric pleasure that drills itself into your brain. It is overwhelming, unpleasantly so, and your body goes limp, falling like a rag doll into his arms. "Hey, these things feel great.They really did great work on you."
Though you can barely think, you just about manage to transmit, "You gave me Class IIIs to save on school uniform?!"
"Oh, no, that's just secondary. You'll understand when you have some of your own, but I always thought children should have an off-switch."
"'Off-switch'? What are yeurgablabvjghjfatgdfj," you psychically shriek as he activates the third, yet undiscovered Class III pleasure socket inserted just above your peace-shaped ass in the base of your spine, grinding his body roughly against it as he tweaks both nipples. A violent electric jolt surges up your spine, your back arching against him, as the combined input of all three short-circuits your nervous system. It is a harsh, stinging pain, far beyond pleasure, that lingers long afterwards.
Hefting you in his arms, he slings you over one shoulder, thanks the surgeons for their work, and carries you, naked and paralysed, through the bustling shopping center.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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