Enthralled

Within a half-waking, half-dreaming state, unwilling or unable to open your eyes, you sense sunlight. Something deep and primal within your subconscious, imprinted from millions upon millions of years of evolution, tells you that it's time to wake up. But even so, your return to the waking world does not come quickly. You're distantly aware of some sensations – the hot, humid air, the dampness of your fur, your own slow, rhythmic breathing – but they almost don't seem real. Ever so slowly, your lethargic brain begins to rouse. Your body yearns to stretch and shift. If only your arms weren't so heavy – you have just enough energy to lift them a few inches before they thump back to your plush bedding. Instead, you let out a big yawn, and then another. You just can't seem to get enough air into your lungs to satisfy the needs of your tired body. You groan and smack your lips. As you continue to regain awareness, some important questions come to mind. What is that smell? Why does everything feel so heavy? [[//"Who am I?"//|Intro 1]]

(set: $ending to (prompt: "Revisit an ending by providing its code below:", "") )(if: $ending is "contented")[(go-to:"Dillon Thrall Ending")](if: $ending is "needle")[(go-to:"Syringe Ending")](if: $ending is "moo")[(go-to:"Surrender Ending")](if: $ending is "text test")[(go-to:"Text Test")](if: $ending is "mayor")[(go-to:"Throckmorton Ending")](if: $ending is "derek")[(go-to:"Three Ending")](if: $ending is "fat")[(go-to:"Adam Thrall Ending")](if: $ending is "yakuman")[(go-to:"Webster Freedom Ending")](if: $ending is "luther")[(go-to:"Rocky Freedom Ending")](if: $ending is "pants")[(go-to:"Dillon Freedom Ending")](if: $ending is "blood")[(go-to:"Adam Freedom Ending")](if: $ending is "cousin")[(go-to:"Webster Thrall Ending")](if: $ending is "lucky")[(go-to:"Rocky Thrall Ending")] [[Retry|Revisit Ending]] [[Return to the Main Menu|Main Menu]]

That's an excellent question. Who are you? When you realize you don't have an answer, you open your eyes and wake fully into a nightmare. Panic rises in in your chest. Your eyes dart around, taking in your unfamiliar surroundings. The first thing you notice, as it's rather hard to miss, is the van-sized mound of gray-furred blubber wedged at one end of this concrete room. It takes you a moment to even recognize the stinking, sweating mass as a person. You think it might be a wolf, judging from the ears and the lupine snout sticking out from between two bloated cheeks. The blob's wheezing breaths sound desperate, but it (he?) gives no indication that it's in any distress, or even that it notices you. Once you can pull your eyes away from the repulsive mountain of living lard, you turn your attention to your surroundings. You're unmistakably in a basement, judging from the stark concrete walls, the wooden staircase, and the high, narrow windows that let in just enough sunlight for you to take in the horror of your situation. But you don't know where this is, how you got here, or even who you are. You remember nothing at all. [[Continue|Intro 2]]

You are in the basement, though the concrete room looks and feels much more like a dungeon. There are two bariatric beds, including the one you woke from. The other bed looks much cleaner, and probably hasn't seen use in some time. Despite the draft coming in from a cracked window, the air is hot, humid, and reeking of unwashed flesh. A wooden staircase leads upstairs. It's not a small room, but a good portion of the available space is taken up by an absurdly obese gray-furred blob seated atop a discolored mattress. His rhythmic, yet wheezing, breaths and gurgling belly can be heard from even the farthest point in the room. The stinking blob doesn't seem to register your presence at all. A large commercial refrigerator buzzes in the corner next to a stone sink with a hose attached to its faucet. There's a drain in the center of the room. You also spot a wide cellar door behind the blob, though you strongly doubt you could move him without heavy machinery. [[Approach the blob|Approach Three]] [[Open the refrigerator|Open Refrigerator]] From here, you can waddle to the following location: (if: $metAdam is true)[[[Kitchen|Kitchen]]](else:)[[[Upstairs|Meeting Adam]]]

You are in the kitchen. Polished granite countertops and stainless steel appliances gleam in the ample natural light streaming in from the room's bay windows. On the stovetop, a simmering pot of what you assume is a homemade broth fills the space with a delicious aroma. Adam is here, humming to himself as he chops an assortment of vegetables. The fat lion seems to enjoy his work here. [[Approach Adam|Approach Adam]] From here, you can waddle to the following locations: [[Foyer|Foyer]] [[Backyard|Backyard]] [[Basement|Basement]]

You approach Adam. (if: $opinionAdam >= 3)[The massive lion beams as you stomp over. He immediately stops what he's doing to help you waddle over to the reinforced bench. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Bud! Feeling peckish? I could whip you up a shake or two, just say the word!"]](if: $opinionAdam < 3 and > -2)[The massive lion grins and waves you over, beckoning for you to take a seat on the steel-reinforced bench. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Hey, Four! I bet all that exercise has been killer. Come sit!"]](if: $opinionAdam <= -2)[The massive lion smiles as he watches you approach. He waits for you to be seated on the bench before joining you. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Four, aren't you tired yet? Why don't you just head back down and rest until Master's awake? He'll take care of all of your worries."]] [[Continue|Interaction Adam]]

You lumber into the foyer of the house. Through a set of windowed double-entry doors, you can see the snowy front yard and a road leading into distant woods. Winter coats in a variety of styles and sizes hang off a wall-mounted coat rack, though all look a bit too small for you. Hanging on the wall above the staircase landing is a large, ornately framed painting of a fat man's cock and balls. The room's decor is otherwise tasteful. There's also digital landline phone atop a corner end table. (text-colour:grey)[(If you wanted to save your progress, you could do so from this phone.)] [[Take a closer look at the painting|Take a closer look at the oil painting]] [[Investigate the phone|Phone]] From here, you can waddle to the following locations: [[Kitchen|Kitchen]] [[Front yard|Front yard]] (if: $metWebster is true)[[[Living room|Living room]]](else:)[[[Living room|Meeting Webster]]] [[Hallway (Upstairs)|Upstairs Hall]]

You enter the backyard, your bare paws crunching on fresh snow. The chilly air refreshes and energizes you. You spot some jumbo-sized patio furniture and a grill positioned around a firepit, but both the pit and the grill are covered for the winter. The house is surrounded by huge, empty, snow-covered fields. There's a distant treeline, but you don't see anything of interest in the fields between. Maybe this was all farmland at one point? You spot a large oak tree a short distance away, its branches bare for the winter. [[Investigate the oak tree|Investigate the oak tree]] [[Look at the house|Look at house]] From here, you can waddle to the following locations: [[Kitchen|Kitchen]] [[Front yard]]

You're standing on the front patio, staring out at a wintery landscape of empty white fields. The driveway, which also connects to a detached garage, is freshly shoveled and salted. The long road leading away from the house looks a bit icy, but not dangerously so. Besides the road, the house, and the woods in the distance, there's nothing else around to see. [[Waddle to freedom|Walk Away]] From here, you can waddle to the following locations: [[Foyer|Foyer]] [[Garage|Garage]] [[Backyard|Backyard]]

You're resting your bulk against a side table in the living room. Unlike the rest of the house, which is well-kept and tidy, this room is in an absolutely shameful state. Old takeout boxes and empty soda cans litter the carpeting, which has become a kaleidoscope of stains from what must be years of abuse. The warm air reeks of weed smoke and body odor. Webster is lounging on a broken couch, messily shoving fistfuls of chips into his fat maw as he plays a video game. [[Approach Webster|Approach Webster]] From here, you can waddle to the following location: [[Foyer|Foyer]]

You're leaning your bulk against the old oak tree. Its heavy branches are barren and coated in fresh snow, but they must be a splendid sight during warmer, livelier seasons. A large number 2 has been carved into the tree's grayish bark. As you consider the number's significance, you realize that the ground you stand on is slightly raised. The air feels a bit colder now. [[Return|Backyard]]

You are in the upstairs hallway. The plush carpeting feels pleasant against your bare paws, though you notice more than a few disconcerting stains. The lighting is dim, but you can still tell they're a dark crimson. At the end of the hall is wide door, slightly ajar, from which you can hear loud snoring. The door to the adjacent room is open, revealing a bathroom – most of the stains you see lead there from the first room. The next room, also open, looks to be a cramped bedroom, and you can dimly hear the clack-clack of a computer keyboard coming from another room across the hall. From here, you can waddle to the following locations: [[Master Bedroom|Master bedroom]] [[Bathroom|Bathroom]] [[Dormitory|Dormitory]] (if: $metDillon is true)[[[Office|Office]]](else:)[[[Office|Meeting Dillon]]] [[Foyer (Downstairs)|Foyer]]

You're standing in the master bedroom: the belly of the beast. Thick blackout curtains hang above every window in this spacious bedroom, snuffing out any unwelcome sunlight that might disturb Jarby's slumber. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness.(if: $talkWebsterFour is true)[ You see the safe Webster mentioned next to Jarby's bed.] The room's furnishings are a bizarre fusion of sex dungeon and game room – it's the bedroom of someone who very clearly values pleasure over all else. You wouldn't ordinarily expect to see a reinforced sex swing next to an automatic mahjong table, but there it is, right next to a glass display stand filled with dozens of silicone dildoes in varying sizes, colors, and species. It's a long room, with a lounge area close to the door boasting a flatscreen TV and a number of gaming consoles. At the far end of the room, you see your captor slumbering atop a double stack of king mattresses. Jarby's white-furred mound of a gut rises and falls as he snores. You half-expected to see a vampire such as Jarby resting in a coffin, or at least dangling from the ceiling. Though at his size, either would be a challenge. He'd need a //big// coffin. (if: $metRocky is true)[You also see Jarby's enthralled husky relaxing in his massive doggy bed. (if: $talkDillonRocky is true or $talkAdamRocky is true or $talkWebsterRocky is true)[Rocky](else:)[The obese husky] raises his head and watches you curiously, golden eyes glinting in the dim light that streams in from the hallway.](else:)[On the side of the room where Jarby sleeps, you can also make out an alarmingly huge husky curled up in an equally huge doggy bed. Does Jarby intentionally fatten up his pet dog, too? The obese husky raises his head and regards you warily, golden eyes glinting in the dim light that streams in from the hallway.] (if: $tamedRocky is true)[[[Move closer to Jarby and Rocky|Jarby's Bed]]](else:)[[[Move closer to Jarby|Meeting Rocky]]] [[Take a look at the mahjong table]] From here, you can waddle to the following location: [[Hallway|Upstairs Hall]] (set: $beenInJarbyRoom to true)

You are standing in Dillon's cluttered office. While the furniture looks expensive and well-built, not much effort has been made to liven up the space with decor. The walls are bare, and you don't even see a single picture frame admist the scattered papers and binders that cover every table and shelf. Across from Dillon's desk is a single unmade bed with a sturdy metal frame – likely where the donkey sleeps. You see Dillon seated at his desk, staring intently at several computer monitors. He absently munches on a sleeve of chocolate cookies as he compares two spreadsheets. [[Approach Dillon|Approach Dillon]] [[Take a peek at some documents]] From here, you can waddle to the following location: [[Hallway|Upstairs Hall]]

You are in the upstairs bathroom. It's not a particularly large room, and much of the already limited space is taken up by an oversized shower. With wide glass doors and a sturdy looking bench above the drain, it's clearly modified for use by folks too large to fit in an ordinary shower or even stand for an extended period of time. A mirror almost as wide as you are hangs above an equally wide countertop(if: $gotBrush is not true)[, upon which you spot a hairbrush.](else:)[. There was a hairbrush, but you've taken it.] There's also an industrial scale that looks like it might be able to withstand your weight, if you're of a mind to put a number to how freakishly obese you are. (if: $gotBrush is not true)[[[Pick up the brush|Pick up the brush]] ]\ [[Look at your reflection]] [[Step onto the scale]] From here, you can waddle to the following location: [[Hallway|Upstairs Hall]]

You approach Dillon. (if: $opinionDillon >= 3)[The chubby donkey stops typing as he hears you waddling over. He nods his head respectfully and gestures for you to take a seat on his bed. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Four. Was there something you needed?"]](if: $opinionDillon < 3 and > -2)[The chubby donkey continues typing at his computer as you take a seat on his bed, which creaks under your considerable weight. After a moment, he swivels around to face you. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I'm busy. Keep this quick."]](if: $opinionDillon <= -2)[The chubby donkey sighs loudly through his nostrils as he hears you stomping towards his bed. He does not turn to face you. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Must you sit there? You're getting your stink all over my sheets."]] [[Continue|Interaction Dillon]]

You're standing mere feet away from Jarby. The gluttonous vampire bat's snoring could wake the dead, but he seems to be a remarkably heavy sleeper. You think you should be alright to look around a bit, so long as you don't disturb him too much. In lieu of proper nightstands, Jarby has a minifridge to the left and a large metal safe on the right. From the dark stains around the fridge door, you assume that it's full of his chilled "meals," but that safe could be worth checking out... Rocky looks up at you with curiosity from his oversized doggy bed. He's not a terribly effective guard dog. [[Approach Rocky|Approach Rocky]] [[Get a closer look at your captor|Investigate Jarby]] [[Check out the safe|Investigate Safe]] [[Carefully back away from Jarby|Master bedroom]]

Driven by curiousity or perhaps something darker, you move even closer to the edge of Jarby's bed and take a good look at him. He's a bloated, blubbery boulder of a bat – nearly as fat as you are! Though while your fat is soft and jiggly, Jarby's looks unusually taut, like he's inflated with lard. He's sporting a truly enormous gut that's almost spherical in shape, even though he's lying on his back. His face is also significantly fatter than yours – his cheeks are swollen like a chipmunk's, and his neck practically doesn't exist. The roundness of his features is an odd contrast with the sharp vampiric teeth and off-putting bat nose. As he's fallen asleep on top of his sweat-damp, lightly bloodstained blankets, nothing is left to the imagination. A girthy fatpad has completely enveloped his cock, but his huge, musky balls look like they must weigh a few pounds each. You don't know if that's normal for bats of any variety. Maybe his grandfather was a tanuki? Despite the raucous snoring, the bloodstains on the bedding, and his sharp fangs, Jarby looks oddly peaceful. You see that he's snuggling a well-loved plush capybara in his arm. He stirs slightly and brings it closer to his body. [[Attack Jarby|Attack Jarby]] [[Back away|Jarby's Bed]]

You're leaning over a sturdy looking metal safe. (if: $safeUnlocked is true)[A green light on the keypad indicates that the safe has been unlocked.](else:)[There's a numeric keypad to enter a code.] (if: $safeUnlocked is true)[[[Open the safe|Open the safe]]](else:)[[[Enter a code on the keypad|Enter Code]]] [[Inspect closer]] [[Leave|Jarby's Bed]] (set: $seenSafe to true)

You are standing in the garage. While much of the house appears recently updated, this detached garage doesn't seem to have been a priority. Judging from the shape of the structure and the exposed beams, it may have even been a barn at one point. There's enough space in here for several cars, but at the moment there is only a sensible silver sedan parked in the leftmost spot. (if:$enteredSedan is not true)[You realize you don't know much about cars, but it seems fairly new.](else:)[Unfortunately, you're too fat to drive it, and you're fairly certain you've broken something.] Besides the sedan, there are only a few disorganized shelves of various groundskeeping tools and car maintanence equipment. You spot nothing of interest.(if:$enteredSedan is not true)[ (if: $keyObtained is true)[[[Enter the sedan|Enter the sedan]]](else:)[[[Enter the sedan|No keys]]]](else:)[] From here, you can waddle to the following location: [[Front yard|Front yard]]

You are standing in front of the fattest creature you think you will ever see. The gray-furred wolf is so fantastically obese that he's shaped more like an oversized beanbag than a person. His limbs are swollen to the point of uselessness – if he were of a mind to do so, you suspect that he wouldn't be able to do much more than wiggle his arms. His blubbery legs and ass are massive enough to spill off the sides of his king-sized mattress, which is discolored despite its protective plastic covering. His fur is damp, greasy, and tangled in many places. Though you yourself radiate a decent amount of warmth, the basement's current near-sweltering temperature can be attributed to this blob. He gives off heat like a furnace, and rivulets of sweat cascade down his fatty rolls. From the room's hose and drain, it's safe to assume he's occasionally washed, but his musky odor is almost overpowering. You can just barely make it out, but a number 3 has been branded onto the wolf's left asscheek. Judging from how stretched the shape has become, it's clear that the mark was left a long time ago. The wolf's vacant, half-lidded eyes stare at nothing in particular. --- (if: $talkThreeThree is not true and $metAdam is not true)[[[//"Who are you?"//|talkThreeThree]] ]\ (if: $talkThreeThree is not true and $metAdam is true)[[[//"Hello?"//|talkThreeThree]] ]\ (if: $gotBrush is true and $talkThreeBrush is not true)[[[Brush his fur|talkThreeBrush]] ]\ [[Press your palm into his blubbery body|talkThreeBelly]] (if: $gotSyringe is true)[[[Plunge the syringe into his neck rolls|Three Ending]] ]\ (if: $metAdam is true)[[[Wait here with him until nightfall|waitThree]] ]\ --- [[Leave|Basement]] (set: $metThree to true)

You peer down at the phone. It's a newer digital handset for a landline, but it otherwise unremarkable. The display indicates that there are no new messages. Are there any numbers you'd like to call? ''(link:"Save my progress")[(if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[(if: (saved-games:) contains "Slot A")[(text-colour:#FFE4C6)[✧ Game saved successfully!]]](else:)[(text-colour:red)[✧ There was an error while trying to save your game.]]]'' [[Dial 911|Dial 911]] [[Return|Foyer]]

You approach Webster. (if: $opinionWebster >= 3)[The fat slob of a goat whistles as he sees you waddle over to the couch. He hastily brushes away some trash and crumbs to clear up space for you. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Knew I'd see you again soon. Come on, let's get to know each other better."]](if: $opinionWebster < 3 and > -2)[The fat slob of a goat gives you a nod and pats the space next to him on the couch. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["What's up, dude? Come chill with me for a bit."]](if: $opinionWebster <= -2)[The fat slob of a goat rolls his eyes as he hears you stomp over to the couch. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["You again, huh? Why don't you go play with my brother or something?"]] [[Continue|Interaction Webster]]

You approach Rocky. (if: $opinionRocky >= 2)[The big dog's tail immediately begins thwapping the floor excitedly. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["New friend! New friend! Hello! Rocky love you!"]](if: $opinionRocky < 2 and > -2)[The big dog's ears perk up as you near his bed. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Oh! New friend!"]](if: $opinionRocky <= -2)[The big dog's eyes narrow and his ears go flat against his head.] [[Continue|Interaction Rocky]]

You dial 911 on the keypad. After a few rings, you hear a woman's voice from the other end. (text-colour:#c9baba)["911, what's your emergency?"] [[//"Sorry, I misdialed. Please disregard."//|Phone]] [[//"Please, you've got to help me! I'm being kept against my will and I don't know who I am!"//|Throcky Phone 1]]

You can't stay here. You won't. Taking a deep breath of the basement's rank air, you grip the handrail and begin your cautious ascent. The steps creak loudly under your considerable mass, but they seem capable of holding your weight, if just barely. You realize that if you were heavier, you may have found yourself trapped with here that disgusting blob. A truly horrific thought. Unsurprisingly, climbing stairs proves to be a challenge for your massive body. You're wheezing by the time you make it to the halfway point, but your fear spurs you to move as quickly as you can manage. Though your "quickly" is still agonizingly slow – not only is your body tremendously obese, it's tremendously weak. Your atrophied muscles feel like they're on fire, and you can't seem to get enough oxygen into your chest no matter how hard or fast you pant. Yet you press onward, desperate to leave this place behind. [[//"Come on... Just a little farther..."//|Meeting Adam 2]] (set: $metAdam to true)

(if: $opinionAdam >= 3)[You're seated on a reinfored bench next to Adam. The fat lion is leaning into your blubbery side. You think he might be... purring? ]\ (if: $opinionAdam < 3 and > -2)[You're seated on a reinforced bench next to Adam. The fat lion smiles and waits patiently for you to speak. ]\ (if: $opinionAdam <= -2)[You're seated on a reinforced bench next to Adam. The fat lion is still smiling at you, but the smile doesn't seem to reach his eyes. ]\ --- (if: $talkAdamAdam is not true)[[[//"Who are you, Adam?"//|talkAdamAdam]] ]\ (if: $talkAdamJarby is not true)[[[//"You mentioned that we're basically slaves to some... Master?"//|talkAdamJarby]] ]\ (if: $talkAdamFour is not true)[[[//"You said my name was Four, but who am I?"//|talkAdamFour]] ]\ (if: $metThree is true and $talkAdamThree is not true)[[[//"When I woke up, there was a... person in the basement with me."//|talkAdamThree]] ]\ (if: $metWebster is true and $talkAdamWebster is not true)[[[//"How do you feel about the weird goat on the broken couch?"//|talkAdamWebster]] ]\ (if: $metRocky is true and $talkAdamRocky is not true)[[[//"There's this massive husky who thinks he's an actual dog."//|talkAdamRocky]] ]\ (if: $metDillon is true and $talkAdamDillon is not true)[[[//"So there's this donkey upstairs..."//|talkAdamDillon]] ]\ (if: $talkAdamEscape is not true)[[[//"Alright, that's enough! Adam, you've got to help me get out of here!"//|talkAdamEscape]] ]\ (if: $heardThrockmorton is true and $talkAdamThrockmorton is not true)[[[//"Who's Throckmorton?"//|talkAdamThrockmorton]] ]\ (if: $metRocky is true and $talkAdamRocky is true and $gotTreat is not true)[[[//"Could you whip me up something to bring Rocky?"//|talkAdamTreat]] ]\ (if: $seenSafe is true and $gotSyringe is not true)[[[//"Do you know the code to the safe in Jarby's room?"//|talkAdamSafe]] ]\ (if: $gotSyringe is true)[[[Plunge the syringe into Adam's neck|Adam Freedom Ending]] ]\ [[//"Adam, I think I'll wait here with you until Jarby wakes up."//|waitAdam]] --- [[Leave|Leave Adam]]

(if: $opinionAdam >= 3)[Adam wraps his thick arms around your blubbery torso and lifts you onto your feet. You're pretty sure you feel him groping your sidemoob. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Great talking to you, big guy!"] he says, affectionately patting your enormous, doughy belly. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Feel free to come hang out with me anytime."]](if: $opinionAdam < 3 and > -2)[With a grunt, Adam pulls you back on your feet. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["See you later, Four! Don't tire yourself out, okay? If you take the stairs again, just go slow and pace yourself. No one's going to harm you here – there's no need to rush."]](if: $opinionAdam <= -2)[Sensing that the conversation is over, Adam rises from the bench and returns to his chores. It takes you a moment to lift your bulk from the bench on your own.] [[Continue|Kitchen]]

It's a paddle brush with thick, sturdy-looking bristles. Perfect for tangled hair or fur! You decide to take it with you. [[Return|Bathroom]] (set: $gotBrush to true)

Jarby is not a clean creature, so it follows that there'd some sort of residue left on the keys used for his code. Squinting at the the pad, you notice that the following keys are greasier than the others: ''9 4 6 0 2'' You're fairly confident the passcode is comprised of these numbers. [[Return|Investigate Safe]]

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["There's not too much more I can say about myself,"] Adam says, scratching his double chin. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I live to serve Master, and I keep you and the other big guy downstairs fat and happy. I feed you, hose you off when you get too dirty, and I even-"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yes, but who were you before you, er, lived to serve your master?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Our Master,"] he corrects. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["But sure! Before Master, I was going to school for sports medicine, but I don't think I would've made it to graduation. My grades weren't great. I always really struggled in class, and instead of studying I would just go to parties with my frat."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You were a frat bro?"] you ask. He definitely has that sort of vibe. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Yep! I was vice president of our school's Beta Omega chapter. I wonder how they're all doing now. Master just showed up one day and made us all his servants, though some needed a bit more convincing than others. We lived under him for an entire school year without anyone too important catching wind of what was going on. We all seriously blew up, too. You wouldn't even recognize me back then – I used to have abs!"] Adam says, vigorously shaking his belly. The //CATTLE BITCH// tattoo warps beyond legibility as his fat wobbles. He notices you eyeing his tattoo. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Ah, this? Master told me to get this done maybe a month or two before we left for this place. It's a bit stretched now, but honestly that just makes it hotter. I've been really pigging out here,"] he says with pride. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I see... And your mane?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Also Master's command. It's embarassing, but I actually resisted Master's will when he first showed up at Beta Omega. Having my mane buzzed off helped me understand my place. I am nothing without Master. My purpose is to please him to the very best of my ability."] [[//"It sounds like he's stolen your life from you, Adam."//|talkAdamAdam2]] [[//"Well, you seem happy, at least."//|talkAdamAdam3]] (set: $talkAdamAdam to true)

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh, Three? Yeah, we've had him for a while! He's absolutely massive, isn't he?"] Adam says, looking pleased with himself. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That's... kind of an understatement. Who is he, though?"] The lion grins. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["He's my pride and joy! I don't really know too much about who he was before he became livestock, but I can tell you that his blood is Master's favorite. He just can't get enough of the stuff – even when Three was skinny! Usually Master prefers the blood of fatties like us, but Three was all he wanted to drink."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Any idea why?"] Adam shakes his head. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Not really. Some people just have tasty blood, and getting fatter just makes them even tastier. I'm not a vampire, so I wouldn't really know. Anyways, got anything else you wanna ask?"] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $talkAdamThree to true)

The lion's ears slowly fold down towards his buzzed scalp. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Webster is uh... Hm..."] Adam trails off. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["He's what?]" you prod. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Well, as far as thralls go, he's kind of a strange case. Master hypnotized him into thinking that they're brothers, and now he believes Master is his 'little bro' and that their parents are out of town or something."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["...Why? It's a kink thing?"] Adam smirks. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh, it's definitely a kink thing, but I'm not out here trying to shame whatever Master's into. Anyways, Web's nice enough, though he can't help but see everyone else as friends of his little brother. Most of the other thralls tend to steer clear of the living room, but I like to go there sometimes to hang out with him when I'm bored. He'll never say no to a handjob, by the way."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Ah. Well, thanks for the advice?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Sure thing! If you see him again, tell him I said hello. Got any other questions for me?"] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $talkAdamWebster to true)

Adam immediately groans. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Dillon."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That's a strong reaction."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Well, I can't help but feel strongly about the guy! I get that without him, a lot of this,"] Adam gestures broadly around him, (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["wouldn't be possible, but he's just a dick. I avoid him whenever I can, and you should, too."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["What don't you like about him?"] Adam barks a harsh laugh. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh, where to begin! For starters, he's an ingrate – all he does is bitch and moan about Master and how he 'ruined his life' or some stupid bullshit. He could be happy here, if he just let himself be!"] You recall your conversation with Dillon. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Do you think he could?"] you ask Adam. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Yes!"] Adam says a bit too loudly. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Dillon's special brand of hypnosis makes him loyal to Master and to the house, but for the most part his emotions and will are his own. He's chosen to be miserable,"] Adam spits. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["He has no one to blame but himself."] [[//"I've talked to him, and I don't think I can blame Dillon for feeling that way."//|talkAdamDillon2]] [[//"I can see how having someone like him around could be frustrating."//|talkAdamDillon3]] (set: $talkAdamDillon to true)

Adam winces. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Well, I'd prefer if you called us servants, or even thralls. Pets is fine too, some of us even prefer that."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Sure, thralls then. But he thinks he owns us?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Jarby does own us, Four, and we're lucky for it – it's a privilege to serve Master. Being chosen by him is like winning the lottery,"] the fat lion says with a dreamy smile. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You'll understand soon, but imagine finding the love of your life and spending every day with them, all of your needs met forever. Though he finds you, I guess."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Alright, tell me more about him. What's he like? What exactly is he?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You'll get to meet him again tonight, but sure! Master's a vampire bat with fur like snow and eyes you can get lost in – literally, I've seen it happen!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Wait, really?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["That's what Master does, Four. If you look him in the eyes, he can tell you to do anything and you have no choice but to follow through with it. And it doesn't stop there – he can even change your entire personality or perspective, though that makes him a little sleepy afterwards. That's what he did with you: suppressing your personality and mind to make you into the perfect livestock. A vampire bat's gotta eat like the rest of us, y'know?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That's..."] You find yourself at a loss for words. Adam doesn't seem like he's kidding. Not only is hypnosis real, but it's powerful enough to make you into a different person entirely. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Just how many people has he done this to, Adam?"] Adam just shrugs. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Dunno, man. Besides Master, there's nine guys living in the house right now, and I know there's some more thralls in town too. But Master's hypnosis is usually,"] Adam really stresses the word, (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["permanent, and there could be hundreds of people out there who have had a brush with Master's abilities. I've never bothered to ask."] [[//"Is there any cure?"//|talkAdamJarby2]] [[//"That's... Wow. To have that much power over people must be intoxicating."//|talkAdamJarby3]] (set: $talkAdamJarby to true)

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["What's that?"] Adam hasn't stopped smiling, but you immediately sense that something has changed. His smile is toothier, almost baring his leonine fangs, and his usually retracted claws have emerged. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You want to get out of here, Four? No, there's no getting out of here. And why would you ever want to leave?"] Adam leans in close – close enough enough for you to feel his hot breath on your face. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Tell me you won't leave us, Four. You wouldn't do that to Master, would you?"] You can't help but tremble. The lion seems almost like a completely different person from the Adam you were speaking with just mere seconds ago. You know that if he wanted to, he could kill you here and now, and you'd be completely helpess. With those claws, it would be easy for him. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["N-no, I wouldn't try to leave,"] you quickly stammer out. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again."] And just like that, the warmth is back. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["That's such a relief! I'd really miss you, Four. Don't tell Three, but I think you're my favorite,"] he chuckles. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Besides, if you left, it's not like you'd get very far. We're in the middle of nowhere, and Throckmorton has cameras watching the only road to the house,"] Adam says casually, checking his claws for dirt before retracting them. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Anyways, anything else you wanted to talk about?"] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $talkAdamEscape to true) (set: $opinionAdam to it - 2) (set: $heardThrockmorton to true)

(text-style:"underline")[''Ending 12 found!''] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Hey, do you hear that?"] you ask, looking in the direction of the foyer. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["It sounds like someone's pulling into the driveway."] Adam's ears immediately perk up as he follows your gaze. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh? I didn't hear anything. But that could be Andrew and-"] You jab the syringe into Adam's thigh and press down on the plunger. The lion yowls and nearly jumps out of your shared seat, but recovers quickly and rounds on you with fangs bared. He pulls out the syringe, now empty, and holds the needle an inch from your face. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["What the fuck was in that? What did you just do?!"] He grips one of your bloated cheeks with his free hand, his claws lightly digging into the soft flesh. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I swear, if you've hurt any of Master's pets – if you've hurt Master!"] Fight or flight activates, but you know there's nowhere to go, and you wouldn't stand a chance against him. You didn't expect him to have such a violent reaction! Hopefully whatever was in the syringe works in the way you expect it to, and fast. If you were wrong, or if it's expired... (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["A-Adam, let's take it easy!"] you say, reaching up to place a gentle hand on his wrist. His claws dig into your skin even deeper, to the point you suspect he's drawn blood. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I can explain. There was nothing harmful in that! It's just..."] You trail off as you see the first tears travel down the lion's chubby cheeks. The held syringe is dropped, landing on your chest and then rolling off your belly to clatter to the hard kitchen tile. Adam's rage has left him, leaving behind a shocked, scared-looking lion. He doesn't put up any resistance when you pull his hand away. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh. Oh, fuck,"] he whimpers. [[//"Adam? Are you alright?"//|Adam Freedom Ending 2]]

The wolf gives no indication that he's heard you. His eyes, golden yet dull, continue to stare forward. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Can you not hear me?"] you ask, reaching up to wave your hand in his face. His pupils don't even track the movement. You quickly realize this is a futile effort. The lights are on, but nobody's home. [[Return|Approach Three]] (set: $talkThreeThree to true)

You move to the side of the mattress and lean forward, one arm braced on the wolf's damp sidemoob, to bring the brush to his greasy, tangled mane. With such little distance separating you and the wolf, it takes a considerable amount of willpower to not gag from his musky stench. You dig the bristles of the brush into his fur and pull it downwards. You hear some painful-sounding rips as the bristles tear through the knots and tangles, but the wolf doesn't seem to mind. As you continue to brush his fur, you ask yourself why you're doing this. You have other things you could be doing, and it's not like he'll be able to appreciate your efforts. Why did you feel like you should do this? He's just a- The wolf is looking right at you. Startled, you nearly lose your balance and fall into him, but you only just manage to stay on your feet. For a few moments, you stare at each other in silence. For some reason, your heart is pounding. Finally, you manage to speak. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Hello?"] In response, the wolf opens his mouth ever so slightly, as if he were trying to say something. But then the dullness returns, and the wolf returns to staring ahead with a neutral expression. You resume brushing his fur and even try to talking to him some more, but you get no further reaction out of him. Whatever that was, he's not going to do it again. [[Return|Approach Three]] (set: $talkThreeBrush to true)

You press your palm into the blob's behemoth gut. His gray fur is soak with warm sweat. As your hand sinks deeper and deeper into the wolf's soft blubber, you find yourself shocked by the incredible softness of his body. Your entire hand, and then some, sinks easily into fat. If you wanted to, you could probably fit one of your arms under one of his fat rolls, but why would you do that? You find him revolting, and you're already not sure why you decided to touch him. Maybe you wanted to see if you'd get a reaction out of him? If so, that was a bust. You abruptly pull your hand away when you realize you've been gently rubbing his belly in small, circular motions. Were you trying to comfort him? The blob doesn't appear to be in any pain or distress. [[Return|Approach Three]] (set: $talkThreeBelly to true)

(text-style:"underline")[''Ending 10 found!''] Unsurprisingly, the enormous mass of reeking wolf-flesh doesn't react in the slightest to having a needle jammed through his hide. A moment passes in tense silence. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it’s enough to almost convince you that you were mistaken about what the contents of the syringe would do to a thrall. But then, with a start, you realize something: Three’s labored wheezing has been growing rapid. The blob suddenly emits a piteous whine. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“No…”] he croaks out, his voice low and gravelly. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“No!”] Three’s eyes, suddenly alert, dart around the room in a panic. You see his pathetic, fat-engorged limbs wiggle uselessly, the motion accomplishing nothing except to send ripples through his blubbery body. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“Fuck! Fuck fuck FUCK!”] The wolf’s face is hideously bloated to the point where it’s difficult to even make out his expression, but you can see tears streaming down his enormous cheeks. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“Help me!”] he shrieks, rocking his immobile body back and forth in a futile effort to get off his mattress. Mobility was at least a few hundred pounds ago. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“Someone, fucking help me!”] This isn’t good – Adam’s going to come down to investigate if you can't keep him quiet. [[Continue|Three Ending 2]]

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Who you are? Why, you're my Four,"] Adam says with a playful smirk. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Right, but who was I before that? Surely I had a name. I can't remember anything."] Adam gives an apologetic shrug. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Sorry, Four, but I don't really know much more. I woke up one morning and was told that I have a new guy to feed. And when I went downstairs to check on Three, there you were, already stripped and and hypnotized. I just do what I'm told, so I didn't ask any questions."] You sigh. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You seriously don't know anything? Nothing at all?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Nope, sorry,"] he says sheepishly. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Maybe the other thralls know more. I just went about my business, fattening you up for Master. You were such a beanpole when I first saw you, and just look at you now! I've never seen anyone blimp out as fast as you have, big guy,"] Adam says, oogling your grotesquely obese body and admiring his handiwork. He may have been commanded to do it, but this lion and his sludgy shakes are reason you're almost too fat to get around – and he's clearly quite proud of what he's accomplished. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["...Right. I don't know what to say to that."] Adam smiles and pats your gut. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["That's okay! I'm used to your silence, and I know this is a lot to take in. Hey, let me know if you ever feel peckish! Can't have you spoiling all that wonderful progress, can we?"] You decide to change the subject. [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $talkAdamFour to true)

(if: $opinionWebster >= 3)[You're seated on a broken couch next to Webster. The goat has paused his game not even bothering to hide that he's checking you out. ]\ (if: $opinionWebster < 3 and > -2)[You're seated on a broken couch next to Webster. The goat belches softly, his fat fingers working a grimy gamepad. He seems engrossed in his game. ]\ (if: $opinionWebster <= -2)[You're seated on a broken couch next to Webster. The goat has turned up the volume on the TV and seems to be actively ignoring you. ]\ --- (if: $talkWebsterWebster is not true)[[[//"Have you been here long?"//|talkWebsterWebster]] ]\ (if: $talkWebsterFour is not true)[[[//"Have we met before?"//|talkWebsterFour]] ]\ (if: $talkWebsterGame is not true)[[[//"What are you playing?"//|talkWebsterGame]] ]\ (if: $metThree is true and $talkWebsterThree is not true)[[[//"Do you know about about the blob in the basement?"//|talkWebsterThree]] ]\ (if: $metAdam is true and $talkWebsterAdam is not true)[[[//"Do you get along with Adam?"//|talkWebsterAdam]] ]\ (if: $metRocky is true and $talkWebsterRocky is not true)[[[//"What's up with the fat husky in Jarby's room?"//|talkWebsterRocky]] ]\ (if: $metDillon is true and $talkWebsterDillon is not true)[[[//"How do you feel about Dillon, the chubby donkey upstairs?"//|talkWebsterDillon]] ]\ (if: $talkWebsterJarby is not true)[[[//"Tell me about your... brother."//|talkWebsterJarby]] ]\ (if: $talkWebsterEscape is not true)[[[//"Hey, I have a big favor to ask. Could you help me escape?"//|talkWebsterEscape]] ]\ (if: $heardThrockmorton is true and $talkWebsterThrockmorton is not true)[[[//"What's the deal with Throckmorton?"//|talkWebsterThrockmorton]] ]\ (if: $seenSafe is true and $gotSyringe is not true and $huffedPits is not true)[[[//"Can you tell me the code to Jarby's safe?"//|talkWebsterSafe]] ]\ (if: $seenSafe is true and $gotSyringe is not true and $huffedPits is true)[[[//"Can you tell me the code to Jarby's safe?"//|talkWebsterSafeHuffed]] ]\ (if: $pitsInvitation is true and $huffedPits is not true)[[[//"Fuck it, I'll huff your pits."//|talkWebsterPits1]] ]\ [[//"Webster, is it cool if I wait here with you until Jarby wakes up?"//|waitWebster]] (if: $gotSyringe is true)[[[Plunge the syringe into Webster's neck|Webster Freedom Ending]] ]\ --- [[Leave|Leave Webster]]

As you step into the living room for the first time, the first thing that hits you is the stench. It's almost as vile as the basement: body odor, trash smells, and weed smoke assault your nostrils all at once, and they are relentless. As you cough and try your best to acclimate to the noxious air, you also notice the source of all these smells. At the center of this trash-strewn room lounges an impressively obese ginger-furred goat, clad in nothing but a sweat-stained tanktop and boxers. He's spread out on an inwardly broken sofa, which is large enough to seat either a family of four or two of himself. Unlike Adam, who has some muscle under his fat, you can see that this goat is entirely flab. He looks to be playing some sort of fantasy game on the TV in front of him – you hear the sound of his vigorous button mashing over the clash of metal on metal from the TV speakers. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Is that you, little bro? You bring me more of those pizza bagels?"] he calls out, not bothering to pause his game to look in your direction. You hesitate, briefly considering backing out of the room, but ultimately answer. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["No, I'm just looking around. Is your brother also a thrall to Jarby?"] After a few seconds, the goat turns in his seat and shoots you a puzzled look. His fur is awfully scruffy – it's clear he hasn't groomed himself in some time. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["What? Jarby is my little brother, dumbass. You should know that. You're his friend, aren't..."] He trails off as he takes in the sight of you. A wicked, lecherous grin slowly spreads across his fat face. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Fuuuck, you're massive. Just look at the tits on you! What the fuck have you been eating, man?!"] You reflexively try to cover yourself, but even with your meaty arms there's simply too much to shield from his leering. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yes, thanks. I know,"] you say, feeling your face flush a bit. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I thought Jarby was a bat. Aren't you a goat?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Yeah, same species, of course,"] he says, turning back to his game. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Anyways, I'm Webster. Feel free to come hang with me on the couch if you're bored. Always happy to entertain my little brother's big friends. Especially when they're as big as you!"] [[Continue|Living room]] (set: $metWebster to true)

(if: $opinionWebster >= 3)[As you push yourself off the broken couch, Webster gives your ass a playful smack. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Aw, leaving so soon? You'll be back – we both know you can't resist me."]](if: $opinionWebster < 3 and > -2)[You push yourself off the broken couch, which creaks in relief as your bulk is removed from its already abused frame. Webster gives you a slight nod. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Off to hang with my bro? Tell him that Web wants some brotherly bonding time tonight."]](if: $opinionWebster <= -2)[You push yourself off the broken couch. Focused on his game, Webster just grunts as you leave.] [[Continue|Living room]]

The obese goat scratches his balls and then shamelessly sniffs his hand. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["You mean, like, living here? We moved to this place maybe three years ago. Kinda miss our old house in the 'burbs, but Mom and Dad said some country air would do us good."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Mom and Dad? You mean your parents are here?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I mean, yeah?"] the goat scroffs. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["We're obviously not here by ourselves. You think I work? Fuck that, I got better things to do. Little bro's supposed to be focusing on school and extracurriculars, so he doesn't work either. No, we live with our parents, they're just not home a lot. There's no shame in letting family take care of you – that's what they're supposed to do."] [[//"Webster, your parents don't live here. You've been hypnotized."//|talkWebsterWebster2]] [[//"I see... Well, I'm sure they're glad to have you around."//|talkWebsterWebster3]] (set: $talkWebsterWebster to true)

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["What'd you say? Have we met before?"] Webster squints and looks you over. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Is this some sorta test? My little brother brings a lot of his friends over. You can't expect me to remember them all. Wouldn't except such a little dweeb to be so popular."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I know it's a weird question. Do you maybe remember someone who looked a lot like me, but thinner?"] you clarify. The goat belches at you through his nostrils and scratches at his exposed underbelly. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Uh, I guess there was another fox with the same kinda fur pattern as you, but there's no way that was you. He was a real twink, and you're, well,"] he pauses to pat your gut, (text-colour:#E2AB81)["a landwhale. No offense, of course. The bigger, the better!"] You don't know if you agree, but that's not important right now. You're almost certain he's talking about you. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Webster, how long ago did you see that fox? What was he doing? What happened to him? Do you remember his name?"] You can't stop yourself from bombarding this poor enthralled goat with questions. Webster leans back as he thinks, elicting a groan from the back of the already broken couch. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["It was a while ago, couldn't really say when. I think that fox did something to piss off my brother. I didn't see him again. He had something with him – dunno what it was, but Jarby didn't like it."] Something tingles at the back of your mind. You urgently need to know more. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Webster, even if you don't know what it was, is it still around? Did he destroy it, whatever it was?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Nah, I think it's still in his room safe. Kinda weird that you're asking so many questions about this guy, but whatever. Anyways, you got anything else you wanna talk about, big boy?"] All you want to talk about right now is whatever's in Jarby's safe, but Webster doesn't seem to know any more than what he's already provided. [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $talkWebsterFour to true)

(text-style:"underline")[''Ending 9 found!''] The needle slides in easy, and Webster is too slow to swat your hand away before you press down on the syringe's plunger. From the corner of your vision, you see an emptied syringe land in a small heap of other refuse. It's done – there won't be any left for anyone else in the house, but you've (hopefully) freed this poor goat from Jarby's influence. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Bro, what the fuck was that?!"] Webster demands, immediately rounding on you and grasping your fat neck with both hands. He holds his face mere inches from yours, his eyes wide with outrage and fear. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["What did you fuckin' put in me? What did... what did you..."] You watch as confusion spreads across the goat's bloated face, washing away his anger. His grip loosens, and he's no longer looking at you, but at his surroundings. Oddly, you don't sense any fear. Only his confusion and... something else? Melancholy, maybe? (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Webster? You okay?"] you ask, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on the goat's shoulder. The goat takes a few moments to respond. When he does, he looks you direct in the eyes. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Shit. It's not real, then? None of it was real?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["No, you're not really Jarby's brother. He just hypnotized you into thinking that. You're free now. Forever."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["But I... we... forever?"] Webster whines. His breathing grows rapid, and he pulls away from you. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["No. No! He's my little brother!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["What? Webster, he's not. He kidnapped and brainwashed you!"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I've known him my whole life! We've been through so much together – he's everything to me!"] he shouts, slamming a meaty fist down on the arm of the sofa. There's something bordering on fervor in the goat's trembling voice. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["But I should have-"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["No!"] Webster bleats out. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["No, you fucking shouldn't have!"] [[Continue|Webster Freedom Ending 2]]

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Blob in the basement?"] Webster says, brows furrowed. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["What are you talking about, dude? There's nothing in the basement but a bunch of old boxes that Dad still needs to go through. What do you even mean by blob anyways?"] You sigh, realizing he doesn't have any new information to provide. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm referring to the unfortunate wolf in the basement who has been purposefully fattened up to the point of immobility, of course."] Webster stares blankly at you for a brief moment, but then he chuckles. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Yeah, whatever, you freak. Anyways, I wouldn't go down there – Dad says there's spiders and rusty nails and shit. Kinda weird to explore the basement at your friend's house, anyways."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Alright, forget I brought it up."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Already have. What else you got?"] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $talkWebsterThree to true)

Webster's grotesquely bloated face splits into a wide grin. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Adam! What a guy."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Sounds like you get along with him pretty well, then?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Oh, definitely,"] Webster says dreamily, reaching down into his boxers to squeeze his fatpad. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Of all my little brother's friends, he's def my favorite. He comes by a lot. Dude usually brings me a snack, games with me for a bit, and then helps me jerk off. He'd be a lot hotter if he let his mane grow out, but he's still a solid 8/10. Anyways, why'd you ask about him?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Only curious! I just met him a while ago,"] you quickly answer, trying to ignore that Webster is very clearly playing with his cock under his boxers. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Well next time you see him, ask him to give you a handjob. Dude's a fuckin' pro,"] he sighs. [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $talkWebsterAdam to true)

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["That guy, huh? He's no fun at all,"] Webster says with a grimace. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Dunno why Jarby keeps inviting him over."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You don't like Dillon?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Nah,"] Webster grunts. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Dude's a real downer – he's always fuckin' annoyed or sad about something. I used to hear him cry a lot."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You heard him cry? About what?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Uhh, I think it was his kids or something,"] Webster says, scratching his chin. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Yeah, that was it. Something about missing them. I think his wife has custody or some shit. Probably for the best – I wouldn't want that tight-ass to be my dad. Anyways, I haven't heard him whine about them in a while."] You think back on your conversation with the grouchy donkey. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Dillon never mentioned he had kids. He got over them, then?"] Webster shrugs. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I guess. I know he and my little brother had a chat, and Jarby must've helped him work through it. Leave it to my brother to involve himself in other peoples' problems,"] he says, rolling his eyes. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I haven't heard Dillon mention his brats since."] There's an awkward silence as you ponder the implications of that conversation. Webster clears his throat. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Anyways, that's enough about Dillon. Just thinking about him is fucking exhausting."] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $talkWebsterDillon to true)

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["You wanna talk about my little brother?"] Webster says, giving you a weird look. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["You're his friend, shouldn't you already know all about him?"] You are most certainly not Jarby's friend. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Sure, but I want to hear you talk about him. How do you feel about Jarby?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Well, you know I like to give him shit, but I do really love him. He's kind of a dork, but he's my dork, y'know? I'm glad I dropped out of college and came home – that kid really needs his older brother. Who else is gonna teach him how to be a real man?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm honestly a little surprised that Jarby didn't make himself the older brother in this scenario,"] you say. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Being the one in control seemed to be his preference."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Huh? I'm like three years older than him – how the fuck would he be the big bro? Besides, that little shrimp doesn't have a single dominant bone in his body. He does whatever I want, whenever I want, and that's how it should be."] [[//"What do you two do together?"//|talkWebsterJarby2]] [[//"You know Jarby isn't actually your brother, right?"//|talkWebsterJarby3]] (set: $talkWebsterJarby to true)

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Escape? The fuck are you talking about, dude? You can just leave,"] Webster answers, reaching for another bag of chips. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["You want a bag? My little bro makes sure I've got plenty."] You kind of do want one, but you stay on track. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Webster, I'm serious. I know you're high right now, but can you drive me out of here? I'm desperate. I'll do anything you want."] Webster rips open the bag and grins at you. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Anything, huh? Well... I can't drive. Failed my test like five times and gave up. But it's fine – Mom and Dad drive me anywhere I wanna go, so I don't need to drive anyways. So if you didn't drive, then how'd you get here? Did you get dropped off?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I, uh, don't remember."] Webster rolls his eyes. He reaches into the bag and brings and large handful of chips to his greasy maw, letting the crumbs cascade down onto his generous moobs. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Alright, be weird about it. Ask someone else if you need a ride."] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $talkWebsterEscape to true)

As you begin to push open the door to the office, you hear a male voice from within. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I don't know how I can be any clearer. I've told you all countless times to leave me alone when the door is shut."] The voice grows closer, accompanied by angry footsteps. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I've got way too much shit to deal with right now."] The footsteps reach the door, which flies open. Glaring at you from the doorway is a chubby, bespectacled donkey in his mid-thirties, wearing a too-tight dress shirt but fully nude from the waist down. His impressively long and girthy cock dangles freely between his thick thighs. He looks tired and irritated, but mostly irritated. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Well? What is it?"] he demands. [[//"I'm sorry, I'll leave you to it."//|Meeting Dillon 1]] [[//"Please settle down, I just have a few questions."//|Meeting Dillon 2]] (set: $metDillon to true)

(if: $opinionDillon >= 3)[You're seated on Dillon's bed. The donkey's fingers are steepled as he waits for you to speak. You seem to have his full attention. ]\ (if: $opinionDillon < 3 and > -2)[You're seated on Dillon's bed. The chubby donkey is looking at you impatiently, rhythmically tapping his fingers against the armrests of his swivel chair. ]\ (if: $opinionDillon <= -2)[You're seated on Dillon's bed. Turned towards his computer, Dillon seems to be barely paying attention to you now. Or perhaps he's trying to pretend you're not here. ]\ --- (if: $talkDillonDillon is not true)[[[//"Tell me about yourself, Dillon."//|talkDillonDillon]] ]\ (if: $talkDillonFour is not true)[[[//"Do you know anything about me from before I was brought here?"//|talkDillonFour]] ]\ (if: $metThree is true and $talkDillonThree is not true)[[[//"Are you aware of the blob in the basement?"//|talkDillonThree]] ]\ (if: $metAdam is true and $talkDillonAdam is not true)[[[//"What are your thoughts on Adam?"//|talkDillonAdam]] ]\ (if: $metWebster is true and $talkDillonWebster is not true)[[[//"So I've met Webster..."//|talkDillonWebster]] ]\ (if: $talkDillonJarby is not true)[[[//"For a thrall, you don't seem to like Jarby much."//|talkDillonJarby]] ]\ (if: $talkDillonEscape is not true)[[[//"Dillon, I know this is a big ask, but will you help me escape?"//|talkDillonEscape]] ]\ (if: $metRocky is true and $talkDillonRocky is not true)[[[//"About the 'dog' in Jarby's bedroom..."//|talkDillonRocky]] ]\ (if: $talkWebsterDillon is true and $talkDillonKids is not true)[[[//"So Webster mentioned you have kids."//|talkDillonKids]] ]\ (if: $heardThrockmorton is true and $talkDillonThrockmorton is not true)[[[//"Tell me about Throckmorton."//|talkDillonThrockmorton]] ]\ (if: $seenSafe is true and $gotSyringe is not true)[[[//"There's a safe in Jarby's bedroom. Do you know the code?"//|talkDillonSafe]] ]\ [[//"Dillon, if it's alright with you, I'd like to wait here until Jarby wakes up."//|waitDillon]] (if: $gotSyringe is true)[[[Plunge the syringe into Dillon's neck|Dillon Freedom Ending]] ]\ --- [[Leave|Leave Dillon]]

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Like I said, I'm in charge of making sure Jarby's little paradise doesn't come crashing down around him. I ensure the house has everything it needs to operate, I handle Jarby's assets and investments, I liase with our contacts in law enforcement to keep all of this under the radar, and so, so much more. And I do this every day of my life – it's honestly a fucking nightmare, Four."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That does seem like a lot for one person to manage. How come the other thralls don't help out?"] Dillon chuckles. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I have them run some odd jobs here and there, but for the most part they're too stupid to be trusted with any of what I do."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That seems unfair."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["But it's true. Most of the others were enthralled just because Jarby thought they were attractive, or their blood had an interesting taste. They weren't snatched away for their smarts or talent, and generally the more brainwashed you are, the dumber you become."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Is that why you don't seem hypnotized?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I //am// hypnotized, but Jarby forwent the usual horny nonsense and gave me one primary command: I must always act in the best interest of Jarby and his household. He's etched a few other things into my mind over the years, but thankfully he's reluctant to do much more to me. Can't have his accountant slash legal expert slash financial advisor go stupid, can he?"] [[//"You must have been a very important man to picked for all this responsibility."//|TalkDillonDillon2]] [[//"I take it the lack of pants is part of that hypnosis?"//|TalkDillonDillon3]] (set: $talkDillonDillon to true)

Dillon opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but then shuts it with a scowl. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Sorry, I don't know anything,"] he says, crossing his arms. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Are you sure? Anything at all would be helpful, and it seemed like-"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["No,"] Dillon interrupts. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can tell you. All I can say is that your name is Four and you've been in the basement for a long, long time. Maybe some of the other thralls can tell you more, but there's nothing else I can say."] You sigh. Dillon's being awfully cagey... [[//"Alright, thank you anyways. I'll talk to the others."//|TalkDillonFour2]] [[//"Dillon, there's obviously more that you're not telling me. I need to know."//|TalkDillonFour3]] (set: $talkDillonFour to true)

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Blob in the basement?"] Dillon asks, eyebrows furrowed. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Oh, you're talking about Three. I don't go into the basement, but I suppose he'd be a blob by now. I hear he's put on an absurd amount of weight thanks to Adam and his vile shakes. On top of all the calories, they're formulated specially to destroy one's metabolism beyond recovery."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Do you know anything about him? Who he was before?"] you ask. Dillon ponders from a moment, but then shrugs. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Not really. I used to look into the pasts of the other thralls, but it gets too depressing when you have to talk to the new them every day. Though I suppose talking to Three isn't an option in his state. Now I only dig into pasts when I need to to keep Jarby and the house safe."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["So you don't know anything at all?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Well, I remember he screamed a lot,"] the donkey says with a grimace. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Poor guy was fucking terrified. Didn't take long for Jarby fix that, though."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I see..."] After an awkward silence, Dillon clears his throat. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Let's drop this. Got anything else?"] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $talkDillonThree to true)

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Ah, the goat,"] Dillon sighs. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I can't help but pity him. All of the thralls here are brainwashed to some extent, but to be made to live in a fantasy world? Even Rocky knows what's going on around him, though he does have the mind of a dog."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Has he been like that for as long as you've known him?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Yes. Jarby's added a few other depraved modifications to Webster's programming over the years, but he was part of the house before my arrival. The whole 'Mom and Dad live here' thing is relatively recent, maybe a few months. It's pointless to try lead him to the idea that they're not real – his mind won't allow it,"] the donkey says, rubbing his temples. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I'm getting a headache just thinking about the last time I tried speaking with him."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["So he's just blind to anything that doesn't reinforce Jarby's weird incest scenario?"] Dillon pauses for a moment. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I maybe misled you – I wouldn't say entirely blind. In my experience, he's surprisingly perceptive to things that aren't in opposition to the fantasy. The main difficulty of getting information from him is having to be near enough to ask. The fat fuck always reeks of weed and body odor."] Dillon wrinkles his nose. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I can still smell him on you, and you weren't exactly a spring rose before. There's a shower down the hall."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'll get on that,"] you assure him, but you know you have more pressing concerns. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Anyways, can I ask another question?"] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $talkDillonWebster to true)

Dillon rolls his eyes and groans. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Adam."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I take it you are not friends,"] you probe. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["No,"] he quickly confirms. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["No, we are not. I understand it's out of his control, quite literally, but his adoration for our captor is equal parts irritating and nauseating. Sometimes I wish I could wrap my hands around his neck and throttle him until he finally snapped out of it. Though he's grown so fucking fat that he hardly has a neck anymore. I think he's been sampling those shakes he forces into you and Three."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I see,"] you say. It's hard to imagine that someone would willingly drink that disgusting slop, but then again, Adam isn't exactly in control of himself. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Was there ever a time when you got along with Adam?"] Dillon initially looks outraged by your question, but then he sighs and slumps into his chair. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Well, when I was first brought here, I did appreciate Adam's kindness towards me. I was terrified and confused, and you know how he is. He's not just the caretaker of the basement blood bags – he tries earnestly to take care of everyone here. If I can say anything good about that lion, it's that,"] he says, absent-mindedly squeezing his pudgy belly. When he realizes what he's doing, he jerks his hand away and makes himself grip the armrests of his chair. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["But I eventually got sick of it, and sick of him."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You don't like spending time around anyone brainwashed, do you?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["No, but Adam especially,"] Dillon says with a scrowl. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Despite everything, I felt safe around him, but then I began to notice the way he kept pushing me to eat more and more, back when I ate with the other thralls. Or how handsy he'd get with me afterwards."] You can't help but catch that Dillon's massive cock isn't quite as soft as it was a moment ago. The donkey doesn't seem to notice it himself. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Watch yourself around him, Four. There's a lot more to him than you would think."] You quickly look away from Dillon's cock and nod your head. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yep, will do. Thanks."] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $talkDillonAdam to true)

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Hah!"] Dillon barks. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["That's putting it too mildly. Let me be absolutely clear: I fucking loathe him. He took everything from me, Four. I had a life before he found me! And now what do I have? I'm forced to serve a disgusting, sadistic slob until one of us finally dies."] You open your mouth to say something sympathetic, but Dillon isn't done. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Did you know I was married before Jarby recruited me? Happily married? Her name is Rachel, and not a day goes by where I don't think of her. Jarby made me divorce her, and I really fucked her over. I took most of our assets. I didn't have a choice."] He looks up at you, eyes glistening with angry tears. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["He didn't let me have a choice."] You're a bit taken aback by Dillon's sudden outburst of emotion, but you also get the sense that Adam hasn't had the opportunity to vent to a non-thrall in a long time. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Where is she now? Is she okay?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I don't know. I haven't spoken to her in years. Jarby doesn't let me."] He looks you in the eye, and you see fury. The armrests of his swivel chair creak as he squeezes them. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I've never been a religious man, but I pray every day for Jarby's overworked heart to explode in his chest."] [[//"If you can never leave, let her go. Make the most of what you can in your situation – this bitterness will destroy you."//|TalkDillonJarby2]] [[//"I'm sorry, Dillon. I can only hope that Rachel's doing well out there. If she was married to you, she sounds like a smart woman."//|TalkDillonJarby3]] (set: $talkDillonJarby to true)

Dillon snorts. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Escape, huh?"] He looks at you, brown eyes scanning your expression. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Oh, you're serious. Well, there's nothing I can do to help you. I'm Jarby's thrall, remember? All I can do is wish you good luck."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Well, thanks, but there's seriously nothing you can do at all?"] The chubby donkey thinks for a moment, and then, unexpectedly, stands up from his chair. He steps over to you, hooves clicking against the hardwood floor, and places a hand on your sweaty shoulder. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I'm sorry, Four, but you're on your own. But I can tell you this much: if you do manage to get out of here, you will need to drop off the grid entirely. It will be hard, given your size, but go somewhere no one can ever find you. This is a small house in the middle of nowhere, but Jarby's reach is wide and he will find you otherwise. He doesn't like it when his toys run away."] You're a little taken aback by Dillon's earnestness. Is he squeezing your shoulder, or are you just imagining it? (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I-I see. Thank you for the advice,"] you say, inwardly screaming. So even if you do get away, Jarby will relentlessly hunt you down. Figures. But there was something else Dillon said that you almost didn't catch. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Wait, so others have gotten away before?"] Dillon flinches, pulling his hand back as if you had burned him. He sits back down and folds him arms above his plump belly. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I shouldn't have said that. Don't ask me to tell you anything more."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Alright. What if I change the topic?"] He nods. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Please."] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $talkDillonEscape to true)

(text-style:"underline")[''Ending 11 found!''] You move faster than one would expect from someone of your size – certainly faster than Dillon can react. The donkey brays in equal parts surprise and pain as the needle slides into his flesh. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["What the fuck, Four?!"] he yells, pushing you back. He pulls the now-empty syringe from his neck and examines it with a trembling hand. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["What is this? What did you put inside me?!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Something that should help. Give it a moment, please. Don't worry, it's not harmful."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Don't worry?! Well, I'm going to fucking worry, you... Oh, shit."] The syringe clatters to the floor as Dillon releases his grip. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Well, fuck me."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Dillon?"] After a brief moment of silence, Dillon pulls open one of his desk's drawers and retrieves a smartphone. You watch as he slowly dials a number and brings the phone to his ear. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Dillon, who are you calling?"] The donkey holds up a finger to silence you. After a few rings, you hear a woman's voice answer. You can't make out what she's saying, but she sounds confused. At least, at first. It doesn't take her long to shift gears and begin laying into Dillon – it sounds like she's practically screaming into the phone. As the screaming intensifies, you catch a few words: (text-colour:#93BABA)[(text-style:"blur")["How dare ... piece of ... fucking ... expelled ... the house ... everything ... never ... fault!"]] Dillon takes it all stoically, face betraying no emotion as the woman on the other end vents her rage into her phone. After another minute, Dillon finally speaks. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Tell the kids I love them."] The other end immediately goes silent. She must have hung up. It's only then that tears begin to form in Dillon's eyes. [[Continue|Dillon Freedom Ending 2]]

(if: $opinionDillon >= 3)[(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["See you around, Four."] The donkey graces you with a slight smile before returning to his work.](if: $opinionDillon < 3 and > -2)[(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Alright. Bye."] The donkey immediately turns his attenion back to his work.](if: $opinionDillon <= -2)[Focused on his work, Dillon says nothing as you rise from his bed and leave.] [[Continue|Office]]

(if: $metRocky is true)[You approach the enthralled husky again. (if: $talkDillonRocky is true or $talkAdamRocky is true or $talkWebsterRocky is true)[Rocky](else:)[The thrall] immediately begins to growl, making his best effort to appear intimidating despite being easily over a quarter ton of soft, useless fat. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Stranger! Leave! No come close to Master!"] Unless you want him to wake up Jarby, you'd best back up.](else:)[As you take a few steps closer to Jarby, you hear a low growl from the obese husky. It lifts its considerable bulk from its bed and begins to move towards you, its huge belly dragging against the carpeting. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["...Stranger!"] it says in a low, masculine voice. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Go away!"] He bares his teeth at you, and you see the glint of a dog tag hanging from an oversized collar that can just barely fit around his tire-like neck fat. You realize this isn't a pet dog, but another one of Jarby's thralls.] (if: $gotTreat is not true)[[[//"Hey, what's your deal?! Be quiet!"//|Rocky Agitated]]](else:)[[//"Hey Rocky, will you settle down if I give you a tasty treat?"//|Feeding Rocky]] [[Back away slowly|Master bedroom]] (set: $metRocky to true)

Rocky's canine ears perk up immediately. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Treat? Have treat?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You bet I do,"] you answer, pulling out the container full of Adam's homemade chocolate chip cookies. You pop off the lid and show them to Rocky, who immediately crawls over to eagerly sniff them. Now that the obese husky is mere feet away, you pick up his musky scent – like so many inhabitants of this house, he's well overdue for a bath. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Cookie!"] Rocky practically squeals, and that's all the warning you get before he shoves his whole fat face into the container. He manages to get a mawful of Adam's delicious cookies, but the unexpected force causes you to drop the container, spilling the rest of the treats onto the carpet. Though Rocky certainly doesn't mind – the pup moves from cookie to cookie with surprising alacrity, eating them right off the floor as a real dog would. Rocky eats over two dozen cookies in under a minute. He glances up at you and releases a small, satisfied belch. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["...Friend!"] Seems you've won him over. [[Continue|Jarby's Bed]] (set: $tamedRocky to true)

The husky moves to block your path. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["No! Not friend leave! Now!"] he shouts. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Settle! Just let me-"] He starts barking, loudly and inecessantly. He may not be very mobile, but he can sure make a lot of noise when he wants to. It's enough of a racket to cause the slumbering mound of white fur behind him to stir... [[Ignore his barking and force your way past|Jarby wakes up]] [[Hastily back away|Master bedroom]]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Hey, what the fuck?"] Uh oh. You turn to look and find Jarby sitting upright in his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I'm trying to fucking sleep here,"] he grumbles. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I swear to god, if..."] he trails off as he sees you. His eyes, glowing yellow irises against violet sclera, widen in shock. You try to run, but it's too late. You're already under his spell. The vampire bat quickly recovers from the surpise of seeing you in his room and issues you a single command: (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Sleep."]] The word bounces around in your skull as you drop to the floor, unconscious. [[Continue|Jarby Judgement]]

(if: $opinionRocky >= 2)[You're standing next to Rocky's oversized doggy bed. The massive husky is wagging his tail excitedly. ]\ (if: $opinionRocky < 2 and > -2)[You're standing next to Rocky's oversized doggy bed. The massive husky looks up at you, clearly expecting you to do something. ]\ (if: $opinionRocky <= -2)[You're standing next to Rocky's oversized doggy bed. The massive husky seems a bit more standoffish than before and is eyeing you warily. ]\ --- (if: $talkRockyRocky is not true)[[[//"So... Your name is Rocky?"//|talkRockyRocky]] ]\ (if: $talkRockyJarby is not true)[[[//"Jarby won't wake up if we chat, right?"//|talkRockyJarby]] ]\ (if: $talkRockyAdam is not true)[[[//"You and Adam seem really close."//|talkRockyAdam]] ]\ (if: $talkRockyGoodboy is not true)[[[//"Who's a good boy?"//|talkRockyGoodboy]] ]\ (if: $talkRockyPet is not true)[[[//"Can I pet you?"//|talkRockyPet]] ]\ (if: $seenSafe is true and $gotSyringe is not true)[[[//"Hey, do you know the code for the safe?"//|talkRockySafe]] ]\ [[//"Hey boy, mind if I wait here with you until Jarby wakes up?"//|waitRocky]] (if: $gotSyringe is true)[[[Plunge the syringe into Rocky's neck|Rocky Freedom Ending]] ]\ --- [[Leave|Leave Rocky]]

(if: $opinionRocky >= 2)[(text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Arf! Bye! Rocky love you!"] Rocky curls up in his bed, tail still wagging as he watches you from a short distance.](if: $opinionRocky < 2 and > -2)[(text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Arf!"] Rocky rolls over in his bed and watches as you walk away.](if: $opinionRocky <= -2)[(text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Rocky watch. Rocky protect."] Rocky seems on alert as you move away from his bed. His golden eyes track your every movement.] [[Continue|Jarby's Bed]]

(text-style:"underline")[''Ending 8 found!''] You thrust the syringe's needle into Rocky's thick neck, eliciting a shrill yelp from the brainwashed husky, and then push down on the plunger. The syringe's mysterious contents empty into the poor pup, who immediately snaps at your hand with his toothy maw. You manage to pull away just before a muzzle full of sharp canine teeth would have sunk into your flesh. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Pain! Why do? We friend!"] Rocky whines, smacking the now-empty syringe away with a closed fist. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Mean! Mean, mean, mean!"] You take a few clumsy steps backwards as Rocky approaches you with teeth bared. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Hey, boy. It was just medicine! It's supposed to help you, that's all!"] You glance towards Jarby, who still slumbers soundly on his bed. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Let's calm down and talk about this, okay?"] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["No! No need medicine!"] Rocky growls. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Adam! Where... where..."] His movements slow, until he stops moving towards you completely. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["A-Adam..."] You watch as his golden eyes grow dull and unfocused, no longer looking at you or at anything in particular. He never finishes his sentence – his jaw goes slack and his long tongue lolls from his muzzle. The obese husky slumps to the floor with a thud, rattling the ceramic tiles on Jarby's mahjong table. If it weren't for the dog's slow, rhythmic breathing, you'd think you were looking at a corpse. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["R-Rocky? You alright?"] You reach down and wave a hand in the husky's face, but he doesn't seem to react in any way. You even try giving his fat cheeks a few gentle slaps. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Rocky, come on. Get up. You're free!"] But no matter what you try, Rocky isn't getting up. [[Shake him|Rocky Freedom Ending 2]]

(text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Rocky! I'm Rocky!"] the oversized pup confirms. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Master's good pup!"] This "pup" looks to be an anthro husky in his early to mid twenties, albeit one who has been overfed to an obscene size. As is the case for almost everyone in this house, his flabby hide is marred all over by old stretch marks. But upon further inspection, some of these scars clearly weren't caused by the overstretching of skin. It's hard to see clearly in this darkness, but you can still make out a nasty looking scar along his face, just narrowly missing his left eye. From the parallel scars below, you can determine that these were left by claws. His massive chest also bears numerous scratch scars that don't look to have healed properly. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Rocky, what happened? Did Jarby hurt you?"] you ask, extending a hand towards his facial scar. The husky's nametag jingles as he shakes his head. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["No! Master no hurt! Master love Rocky. Master save Rocky!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["He saved you?"] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Rocky stray. Rocky cold. Scared. Master find Rocky! Feed Rocky! Love Rocky!"] The obese dog looks up at his slumbering master with adoration and awe shining in his golden eyes. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Rocky love Master."] [[//"So you protect Jarby because he protected you?"//|talkRockyRocky1]] [[//"Rocky, you're not really a dog. Well, you're a husky, but not a feral husky."//|talkRockyRocky2]] (set: $talkRockyRocky to true)

Jarby's safe is open. Inside, you find the following: (if: $gotSyringe is not true)[[[A crimson syringe in a clear plastic case|Syringe Sequence 0]] ]\ [[A blue, fist-sized statuette of demonic figure|Xill statue]] [[Five gold bars and $20,000 in cash|Cash]] [[Close the safe|Investigate Safe]]

(set: $password to (prompt: "ÜBERVAULT 2000 Enter your 5-digit numeric code below:", "00000") ) (if: $password is "69420")[The keypad gives a happy little beep as the safe unlocks. You are free to plunder its contents now. [[Continue|Investigate Safe]] (set: $safeUnlocked to true)](else:)[The keypad flashes red, indicating that the code you entered was incorrect. [[Retry|Enter Code]] [[Stop|Investigate Safe]]]

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Rocky! He's such a good boy, isn't he? Mom and Dad says we spoil him too much, but we just can't help it. So what if he's gotten a bit fat – I'm fat and I love it!"] The obese goat slaps his doughy gut for emphasis. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Oh, so you think he's a real dog, then?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Well, yeah? What else would Rocky be? A fake dog?"] Webster scoffs. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["My little brother found him cold and alone in the street and brought him home. They've been inseparable ever since. He pretty much just hangs out with Jarby all day, watching over him.. It's kinda cute how protective he is, even if he's too much of a chonker to be a real guard dog."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yes, I've noticed that he doesn't let anyone unfamiliar even get close to his master."] Webster smiles. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["He's a noisy pup. He's loud enough to wake up Jarby, even, and my little brother's a heavy fuckin' sleeper. He'll bark at anyone he doesn't know, but all you gotta do to win him over is give him some treats. He'll instantly turn into your best friend once he's fed."] That is good to know. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Does he have any favorites?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Yeah, he's a real slut for cookies. Adam bakes cookies just for him all the time – he's weirdly close with our dog. Dunno why."] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $talkWebsterRocky to true)

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Rocky. The beloved family dog,"] Dillon says bitterly. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Poor fucking kid."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["What do you mean?"] Dillon glances away and sighs. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Alright, I suppose I can tell you this. But as a favor to me, do not bring this up to Adam. He and Rocky have history. I looked into it back when I first started living here, and it's why I don't do that so much anymore."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Oh? That bad?"] Dillon nods. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Yes. As you know, everyone you've met here has been brainwashed to some degree. But underneath all the layers of bullshit, they're still in there somewhere. They're still them. However, Rocky is the exception. There used to be someone named Luther, but he's gone now. Jarby erased him – his memories, personality, everything – and from that blank slate he created the persona of Rocky, a loveable, lazy mutt who will do anything for treats."] Recalling the Rocky you met just a few rooms down the hall, you shudder. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Jarby can actually do that? Erase people and remake them? That's... beyond horrific."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Yes, but Rocky was the only success. He's tried it a few times since, but he's only ever gotten it right that one time. Wiping someone also takes quite a lot of effort, and Jarby's nothing if not lazy. And evil."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Wait, so how does this connect to Adam?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I was getting to that. Adam loved Luther, though I understand it was unrequited. They were both leaders of a fraternity in a college upstate, until Jarby decided he wanted to give Greek life a try. Adam was one of the first to be enthralled, but Luther resisted. Some victims are more mentally resilient than others. Anyways, Adam watched as his new master effectively killed the man he loved. I don't think he understood what was happening until it was too late."] Dillon clears his throat, uncomfortable. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I shouldn't have said so much. Anyways, you'd be wise to not mention Luther around Adam."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Got it. Thanks for sharing this with me."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Mhm."] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $talkDillonRocky to true)

Adam's face immediately lights up. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You've met Rocky! He's such a good pup, isn't he? Rocky was our dog at the frat house I lived in with Master. We were both lucky enough to be brought with when Master moved out here."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Oh? Why just you two?"] you ask. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Well, I guess luck didn't really factor in. We were his favorites – I was the vice president of the frat and the strongest dude in the house, so when Master took over I became his right-hand man in ensuring the other brothers fell in line and nothing got too crazy."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I see. And what about Rocky? Why bring a guy who thinks he's a dog?"] Adam winces. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Please don't think of him like that. Rocky's a sweet pup, and we all love him for it. Did you get to play with him at all? He's very friendly."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["No, he wouldn't let me get close. I think he's trying to protect Jarby."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Ah, that makes sense. He loves Master to bits, and you're basically a stranger to him. You just gotta prove that you're a friend,"] Adam says, scratching at his mane stubble as he thinks. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["If you want to try again with him, the easiest way to Rocky's heart is through his stomach. Just say the word, and I'll get you some tasty treats you can bring him."] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $talkAdamRocky to true)

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["You want the code to my brother's safe?"] Webster asks. His eyes narrow. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["What for?"] Shit. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Uhh... I'm-"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I actually don't give a shit – I'm just messin'. But yeah, I know the code. And I'll tell it to you, on just one condition..."] Webster flashes you a wicked grin. You gulp. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Okay, what's the condition?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Give my armpits some lovin'. You stay there until I say done, or you don't get that code. Got it?"] [[//"No, I'm not doing that."//|talkWebsterSafeReject]] [[//"...Fine. If you promise to tell me the code, I'll do it."//|talkWebsterPits1]] (set: $talkWebsterSafe to true) (set: $pitsInvitation to true)

The donkey shakes his head. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Even if I knew the code, I wouldn't be able to tell you. Though knowing Jarby, it's probably something juvenile."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Alright. Thanks anyways,"] you say. Even if Dillon doesn't realize it, he's just given you an excellent hint. Nobody knows Jarby better than the man who manages his household, after all. [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $talkDillonSafe to true)

Adam's expression darkens. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Master's safe? Please leave his stuff alone, Four. That's an invasion of his privacy, and I thought I asked you not to bother him. You wouldn't want to cause any trouble for us, would you?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm sorry, Adam. Forget I brought it up,"] you say, realizing your mistake in asking him. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I won't forget, Four. Remember that I'm placing a lot of trust in you by letting you wander freely. I want you to feel at home here, but please don't betray that trust."] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $talkAdamSafe to true) (set: $opinionAdam to it - 1)

A blast of cool air washes over you as you open the refrigerator doors – a too-brief respite from the sweltering heat of the basement. The contents of the refrigerator are neatly separated. The uppermost shelves are filled with pre-made pitchers of thick, sweet-smelling slop, with a few funnels and hoses nestled between. You open a plasic drawer and find that it's packed to the limit with dozens upon dozens of ruby-red blood bags. Upon further inspection, you notice that most bags have the number 3 penned on in permanent marker, but there are more than a few labelled with the number 4. [[Close the freezer and back away|Basement]]

Trying your best to ignore your exhaustion, you finally make it to the top steps of the staircase. You manage a weak grin of triumph as you wrap a sweaty, trembling hand around the doorknob. Thankfully, the knob turns without issue – it would have been utterly devastating to suffer through all those steps just to be thwarted by a simple locked door. You push the door open as quietly as you can manage and find yourself looking into a spacious, modern-looking kitchen. But you're not alone here. Your overworked heart skips a beat as you make eye contact with a tall, obese and very nude lion. At least, you think he's a lion – his mane looks to have been buzzed off, making hard to tell for certain. Frozen in shock behind the kitchen's island, his knife hovers mid-chop above an assortment of vegetables. For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["...Four? What are you doing up here?"] the lion asks. His voice is deep yet surprisingly gentle for such a large man. Mind racing, animalistic instinct screams for you to book it. You oblige without even thinking, but you only manage to make it a few pitiful feet before your legs finally give out. Your knees buckle, and you feel your huge body begin to topple forward. [[Brace for impact|Meeting Adam 3]]

You shut your eyes and hope that your fat will cushion your fall. But instead of colliding with hard tile, you fall into soft, warm fur. A pair of surprisingly powerful arms wrap themselves around your enormous torso, bracing your body and keeping you on your footpaws. The lion caught you just in time. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Shit! Four, are you okay?! Hold on, I'll get you over to the bench. Just lean into me, we'll go slow."] You hesitate, but ultimately let him lead the way when you realize there's nowhere else you can go. The strange lion guides you over to a cushioned but steel-reinforced bench, positioned beneath one of the kitchen's bay windows. Glancing outside, you see an expansive field of white, with a winter-bare treeline in the far distance. The fresh snow sparkles in the morning sunshine. The lion helps you lower your generous bottom onto the bench, which doesn't make any sound of protest despite your weight. He takes a seat next to you, though with your bulk there's barely any room left for him. Taking a moment to properly look him over, you see there's a decent amount of muscle under all that chub, and he might've been handsome were he not so grossly overweight. You also can't help but notice that //CATTLE BITCH// has been tattooed onto his fuzzy gut in large gothic lettering. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Phew, haven't had a workout like that in a long time!"] he remarks, rolling his broad shoulders and stretching his arms. You catch a whiff of his spicy smelling armpit musk. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Now, wanna tell me what you're doing up here?"] he asks, and you think you hear genuine concern in his voice. [[//"Please help me, I don't know who or where I am!"//|Meeting Adam 4]] [[//"I uh... I was just headed to the bathroom."//|Meeting Adam 4]] [[//"Why are you keeping me here? What's going on?!"//|Meeting Adam 4]]

The lion stares at you, and then shakes his head. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh. So Master's hypnosis wore off, then."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Excuse me? Hypnosis?"] You're almost certain you misheard him, but the lion nods. He's completely serious. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Wait, you're really saying I was hypnotized?"] In an instant, frustration overrides the fear and exhaustion that's been weighing on your mind. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["What the fuck are you talking about? Hypnosis?! Who are you and what is going on here? Did you kidnap me?!"] You attempt to rise to your feet, but he pushes you back down with a firm yet gentle hand. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["No, I didn't kidnap you! I just take care of you. That's my job here – I watch over Master's servants and make sure they're well-fed and happy. I know to you it must seem like we're meeting for the first time, but I've been feeding and bathing you for well over a year. Our wonderful Master, a vampire bat named Jarby, put you in what he calls 'blood bag' mode-"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Blood bag?!"] The lion grimaces. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Well, I don't like the name either, but it's what he calls the thralls he just wants for blood harvest. It sounds scary, but you didn't really understand anything going on around you. I'm pretty sure you didn't even feel pain."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Wait... Blood harvest?"] Well, that explains all the scars and scabs on your arms. You were used as livestock to satisfy the hunger of a vampire bat, but you don't remember a single second of it. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Fuck. Fuck!"] you exclaim, feeling your heart race deep within your flabby chest. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["So I was basically comatose for over a year? Why don't I remember anything before that?!"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I'm sorry, bud, but I really don't know,"] Adam says, placing a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. It takes effort to not recoil at his touch. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I can't even begin to imagine how freaked out you must be right now, but I promise you that everything's okay. Once Master wakes up tonight, we'll get this sorted out. In the meantime, you're welcome to explore our home as long as you don't do anything silly."] The lion squeezes your shoulder and offers a warm smile. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I'm Adam. Your name is Four. Ask me anything you'd like – I'm an open book!"] Well, if you can't run or fight, you might as well get some answers from this lunatic. (text-colour:grey)[(You are about to interact with a thrall. Please note that certain actions and dialogue choices may affect their opinion of you, and most options can only be selected once.)] [[Continue|Interaction Adam]]

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Adam immediately bristles, and you know you've struck a nerve. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You couldn't be more wrong! Master hasn't stolen anything from me. In fact, he's given me so much: purpose, companionship, not to mention all the food and sex I could ever want!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["But at what cost? You could have done anything-"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["No. I probably would have dropped out. I would have peaked in college and then floundered until I died,"] Adam says with unexpected vitriol. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I know I would have been a failure. But here, I get spend every day with people who love me. I take care of them, and they take care of me. What more could I possibly want out of life?"] You hesitate to answer. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I mean... It's not a life you've chosen for yourself, Adam. Jarby's making you do these things and making you feel this love. Don't you want something genuine?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I don't care about that. I'm happy, and that's all that matters."] The lion takes a deep breath and centers himself. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about this anymore. Ask me something else."] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $opinionAdam to it - 1)

Adam nods. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Thanks, Four. I'm glad you can see that. I know my life is weird, but I wouldn't have it any other way,"] he says. The obese lion leans back and sighs. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["It might be cliché, but I really feel like I'm part of a big, happy family, you know? I never really had that when I was growing up. But here, everyone loves and takes care of each other. We're in heaven."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["As someone who just woke up in the middle of this situation, I'm not sure I'd describe it as heaven."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I guess not,"] Adam chuckles. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["But you're in the minority here. Most of the other boys feel the same way as me, and I'm sure you'll come around, too. They all do, in the end. There's no resisting Master."] You don't get the sense that Adam doesn't mean that as a threat, but it's chilling nonetheless. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["...Right. Sure thing, Adam."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Just speaking the truth, bud! What other questions do you have?"] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $opinionAdam to it + 1)

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Frustrating is a good way to put it! We thralls may have the occasional disagreement, but we're all family at the end of the day. Dillon rejects that, and rejects us. We could be his family, if only he'd give us a chance,"] Adam grumbles. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Maybe he'll come around?"] you offer, though you doubt that he ever will. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Maybe someday, but that day just can't come soon enough. I'd love to give that new gut of his some attention,"] he sighs, casually reaching under his underbelly to squeeze his buried cock. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Yeah, that's the only part about him I like. He's been really porking up lately. He's going to look so good with another 200 pounds of blubber on him. So fucking good..."] You can only gawk as the lion leans back and begins to stroke his dick right next to you, the rapid arm motions wobbling his tits and belly. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Uh."] Adam's jerking slows and he releases his grip on his cock. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh. Sometimes I forget how prudish unenthralled folks are,"] he says without a hint of shame. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I guess I can save that for later. Anyways, I'm glad you can see why I don't like the guy. Did you have any other questions?"] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $opinionAdam to it + 1)

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Well, I can,"] Adam says with a dismissive sniff. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["He has everything he could possibly want here, and yet he still does his best to bring down the mood whenever he deigns to leave his room. You haven't had to live with him as long as I have, Four – if you had, you wouldn't like him either."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["He's been through a lot, Adam."] The fat lion throws up his hands. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["So have we! Look, I'm a thrall – I'm hypnotized to love this place and to love Master, and it brings me so much joy every day. But at the same time, I recognize that we all have friends, family, and lives that we've left behind. We've all lost people. Maybe we aren't affected by that much as Dillon, who has to find the joy that we feel himself, but we all we can help him get there. We can be his new family."] You shake your head. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm sorry, Adam, but I don't think that'll ever happen."] Adam shuts his eyes and sighs through his nostrils. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["He's here forever, Four. We all are. He needs to finally accept that."] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $opinionAdam to it - 1)

Adam looks aghast. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["No! It's not a disease, Four, it's a blessing. We're happy like this. Why would we ever want stop serving Master?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Adam, you said there could be hundreds of victims out there-"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Victims?! You've got it all wrong, bud. We're not victims. I know we're hypnotized, and you might see that as a bad thing, but there's nothing wrong with us. Even if there was something that made that go away – and there isn't – I definitely wouldn't call it a cure."] You ponder for a moment. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I mean, there's gotta be something, right?"] you posit. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["There must be a way to counteract the hypnosis. Do you know anything about how it works? He looks you in the eye, and that's really all it takes? You're not given any drugs or anything?"] Adam shuts his eyes and clenches his teeth. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["No, there's no drugs. Please drop this, I don't like where this conversation is headed. Ask me anything else."] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $opinionAdam to it - 1)

The fat lion gives you an enthusiastic nod. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Right? And yet he's shown incredible self-restraint in just keeping a cozy little household in this middle-of-nowhere town. He could bring the world under his control if he wanted! And he'd deserve it, too. Imagine, Four, a world where everyone was united in their love for Master and for each other. Doesn't that sound like paradise?"] You realize after a short pause that he's waiting for you to agree with him. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Uh, sure! Complete world domination. Yeah, sounds great."] You don't think you sound very convincing, but it's enough for Adam, who pats you on the back. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Good boy! Although maybe it's for the best that it's just us. If everyone loved Master, then I wouldn't be able to spend as much time with him, y'know?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That would be truly awful, Adam."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["It really would! I have days where all I can think about is sucking on Master's musky cock,"] he sighs dreamily. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Anyways, got any other questions for me?"] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $opinionAdam to it + 1)

Sure, you're allowed to explore Jarby's home, but what's the fucking point? You look up at the stinking blob and feel a strange sense of kinship. Your fellow livestock. Who knows just how long the two of you have been in this room together? Realistically, you'll be just like him someday. Just as obese, just as smelly, just as... mindless. Maybe there's a chance you can avoid that fate when you meet Jarby tonight, but maybe returning to mindlessless wouldn't be so bad. The wolf doesn't seem scared or unhappy, which is more than you can say for yourself. (text-colour:grey)[(Are you sure you'd like to wait? This will immediately end exploration.)] [[Snap out of it|Approach Three]] [[Get comfortable and wait for nightfall|Waiting with Three]]

Adam's face immediately lights up with excitement. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh shit, really? I'm so glad to hear that, bud! Just relax right there on the bench – I'll whip you up some snacks while we wait for Master to wake up."] You watch as the large lion bounds towards the cabinets to pull out flour, sugar, chocolate chips, and a host of other boxes. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Want one of your shakes? I know they don't have the best texture, but they grow on you. Literally!"] He shakes his belly at you from across the kitchen. (text-colour:grey)[(Are you sure you'd like to wait? This will immediately end exploration.)] [[//"Actually, I think I'd like to wander around for a bit more. I'll let you know if I change my mind."//|Interaction Adam]] [[//"I'll pass on the shake, but are you making cookies? Cookies sound wonderful."//|Waiting with Adam]]

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["The sheriff! He's got such a cool name, right? Throck-mor-ton,"] Adam says slowly, as if savoring the syllables. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Man, that just feels good to say."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Sure, Adam. Anyways, I wanted to know more about him. So he's in law enforcement?"] Adam nods his head. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Yep! Sheriff Throckmorton keeps us safe from anyone who might try to hurt us. He can be a little rough at times, but I'm still grateful for everything he does for our little family. Though I'd steer clear of him when he's in a really bad mood."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Why's that?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Well, let's just say he's got a tendency to use other people to relieve his frustration. Nothing we can't take, usually, but there have been a few incidents. One of the newer thralls, Peter, actually got his leg broken a month ago. As if a round with Throckmorton doesn't make it hard enough to walk,"] Adam sighs. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Anyways, if Throcky swings by and seems like he's having a bad day, just wait it out in the backyard while I settle him down. I'd say go back down into the basement, but..."] You wait, but Adam doesn't continue. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["But what?"] Adam hestitates, clearly uncomfortable. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["That's usually where he goes to blow off steam."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Oh my god."] You suddenly feel sick. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You mean..."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Yep. Hey, let's change the topic!"] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $talkAdamThrockmorton to true)

You arrive at the agreed-upon meeting place, one of this town's few fast food chains, twenty minutes late. You haven't been sleeping well lately, not that anyone could blame you. Fortunately, it looks like the person you've come here to meet has found something to keep himself occupied in the meantime. Sitting in a corner booth and scarfing down fries by the fistful is one of the fattest guys you've ever seen. Raccoons aren't known for being slender, but you'd be forgiven for mistaking him for a hog. His 4XL hoodie is at least two sizes too small, riding up to reveal his soft, fuzzy underbelly. Judging from the amount of trash littering his table, he arrived well before the meeting time and has been stuffing his fat face ever since. You walk over to introduce yourself, and he flinches as he notices you approaching him. The pathetic fatass looks up at you, swallows down a mouthful of burger, and offers a nervous smile. You extend your hand, which he shakes. You try to ignore the grease slathered all over his fingers. He's repulsive, but you both have much to talk about. [[Remember|Syringe Sequence 3]]

You're in what you recognize immediately as a cheap motel room. You look over at your companions, the gluttonous raccoon from before and someone you've known for a long time: a short female otter with bright pink hair. Without her expertise, you never would have been able to take down a true vampire, let alone two. The raccoon is seated in a stained armchair, sweating despite the chill of the air conditioner. You roll your eyes – this fat fuck, always sweating – but then you notice that his breathing isn't his using panting. He's hyperventilating. The otter sees this too, but shakes her head and gives you a look. Biting your lip, you walk over to his side and offer your hand. He grips it tightly, almost squeezing, and his breathing begins to steady. The otter asks the raccoon if he's ready. The raccoon gives a shaky nod, and the otter rolls up his sleeve to reveal a flabby arm covered in old scars. Your breath catches as you see the pattern – they're all puncture marks left by fangs. That he has bite scars isn't surprising, given what he's survived, but you've never seen so many. The raccoon begins to cry as the otter slides her needle into one of his veins, filling a vial with his precious blood. He'll have to get used to this sensation again. [[Remember|Syringe Sequence 4]]

You're in an old RV parked in the outskirts of town. It's packed to the limit with second-hand lab equipment and boxes of various sizes. The otter hands you a little plastic case with a syringe inside. And within that syringe, salvation. Potentially, at least. You ask her if this will actually work, and she hesitates for the briefest of moments before nodding. The raccoon, sipping a bottle of water in the corner, has a strangely despondent look on his face. He's lost a lot of weight in the short time you've known him – the 2XL gym shorts you bought him fit perfectly, though when he bends far enough over you can see the number 1 that was branded on his left asscheek so long ago. When he notices your staring, his demeanor is quickly masked with a warm smile and a thumbs up. After what you've both been though, you found comfort in each other. But now that had to come to an end. You've been fighting feelings of guilt for being with another man while your fiancé belonged to that... abomination, and now you feel an extra helping of guilt on top of that for cutting things off with the raccoon. You think he might actually love you, but it would be wrong to return his affection. You've got someone waiting for you, after all. You try to hand the syringe back to the otter, but she insists that you keep this one. She assures you that more are on the way – what you intend to do will require more than just one dose. You thank them both and head back to your car. You have much to consider, and much more to prepare. [[Remember|Syringe Sequence 5]]

He found you. The RV burns. The raccoon and the otter are both dead. Watching from the brush, you see the silhouette of a large, masculine figure admiring the conflagration from a close distance. He's there for the amount of time it takes for him to smoke a cigarette, waddling back to his pickup truck after flicking the smoldering butt into the flames. Before the truck rolls away on the rough gravel road, the fire illuminates an emblem painted on the vehicle's side: it belongs to the police department of Belfry, a small rural township a few hours north. The same place you're headed. Tonight. [[Return|Syringe Sequence 6]]

Tears roll down your cheeks. You don't know either of them, not anymore, but the grief still feels fresh and real. It takes you a moment to realize that you're standing in the here and now, mere feet away from the monster that has ruined – and ended – so many lives. You fight down the urge to howl with rage and try to ground yourself. Deep breaths, now. In, and out. In, and out. You need to calm down and be smart about this, because you know what the syringe does. Theoretically, if you were to inject the contents of this syringe into someone, they'd be completely immunized against Jarby's hypnosis. But you've only got one dose. Better make this count. [[Return|Open the safe]] (text-colour:grey)[(You now have the option to inject this syringe into one of Jarby's thralls to liberate their mind. You may even inject it into yourself, should you find yourself in a desperate situation.)] (set: $gotSyringe to true)

The moment you spot the little plastic box and the syringe within, you can't pull your eyes away. You've seen this syringe before – you're sure of it. Your heart races as you reach into the safe and pull out the box, clutching it tight as if it'll fly away. The unlabeled syringe is filled with dark red fluid. It looks quite a bit like blood, but you know that's only because it's derived from it. But how are you so certain of that? And where exactly have you seen this syringe before? If only you could just... [[Remember|Syringe Sequence 1]]

Everything aside, you have to admit that Jarby's home is actually quite lovely. The stately brick farmhouse wouldn't look out of place a century ago, though it's either been very lovingly maintained or is much newer than its appearance would suggest. Steam gently rises and dissipates from an updated chimney, and the tall, white-trimmed windows don't show any signs of age despite being in an older style. The house has a warm and inviting air to it, especially in the snow. You'd have never guessed that it's the lair of a depraved, hedonistic bloodsucker. [[Return|Backyard]]

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh, you decided you wanna bring Rocky some treats?"] Adam's leonine eyes light up. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Sure thing! I actually baked some cookies this morning that I was gonna feed him after I finished my chores here."] The large lion gets up and walks over to the pantry, his ass jiggling with each step. He reaches inside and returns with a large plastic container filled with enough chocolate chip cookies to satisfy a small party. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Oh wow, this seems like a lot. Do I just give him half or something?"] Adam chuckles. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You're funny. No, it's all for him, Four. We spoil ourselves in this house."] He pops the lid open and forces a cookie into your hand. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Try one! It's my own recipe."] You hesitantly bring the cookie to your mouth and take a bite. It's fantastic. You may not have your memories, but you're positive this is the most delicious cookie you've ever eaten. It's perfectly crunchy, sweet, and decadent without being too rich. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You like 'em, huh? Have one more! I can make some for you later if you want, but these are for my precious pup, okay? Don't go depriving Rocky of his treats, or he'll be sad!"] You eagerly scarf down your second cookie as Adam shuts the box and hands it to you. You moan as you swallow. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yeah... Might take you up on that. Wow."] The fat lion giggles – a strange sound coming from someone so large and masculine. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["It would be my pleasure, Four. I love cooking for all of Master's pets! Tell Rocky I love him and that I'll come up soon, alright?"] [[Return|Interaction Adam]] (set: $gotTreat to true)

You've been trying your best to ignore it, but a stomach like yours demands a lot of food. Adam understands this better than anyone, and he's more than happy to help fill your tank. While you wait for the cookies to bake, the lion brings you a small feast of snack foods to tide you over: chips, processed cupcakes, pretzels, granola bars, and even few canisters of whipped cream. You're making a pig of yourself at his enouragement and feel yourself growing fuller and fuller, but when the cookies finish baking, you can't help but devour those as well. Before you know it, you're stuffed to the gills. Adam has coaxed you into eating well beyond your limit, and all you can do is groan in protest as the lion brings a pitcher of his special shake to your muzzle and pours it in. You reluctantly gulp down the sweet, viscous liquid, feeling it travel down your throat into your already packed stomach. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["That's right, Four. Drink it all. Grow even fatter for us..."] You whimper as he rubs your painfully stuffed gut. Eventually, you find yourself dozing off... [[Continue|Jarby Judgement]] (set: $opinionAdam to it + 2)

You stare into the wolf's vacant eyes for a moment longer, hoping he'll ackowledge you in even the slightest way. But he doesn't. Sighing, you waddle over to your bariatric bed and heft yourself up. Though you were terrified when you first found yourself on this bed, you feel a strange sense of peace now. You shut your eyes and focus on the heavy breathing of the wolf. Eventually, you begin dozing off... [[Continue|Jarby Judgement]]

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Oh, yeah?"] Webster says, immediately perking up. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["The latest //Tales of Marak// has a co-op mode I've been wanting to try out. You game, right?"] You look at the greasy gamepad in his hands. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm honestly not sure. I guess we'll find out."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Weird answer, but whatever."] The goat reaches down and pulls out a wireless controller from under the couch. It's a bit dusty, but a flashing green light indicates that it still has a charge. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Start thinking about how you want to build your character – I'll walk you through how to make 'em viable."] (text-colour:grey)[(Are you sure you'd like to wait? This will immediately end exploration.)] [[//"On second thought, let's hold off for now. We can always play later."//|Interaction Webster]] [[//"I don't even know where to begin, but this should be fun!"//|Waiting with Webster]]

It turns out you're not much a gamer after all, but Webster is a surprisingly patient teacher. After your attempt at playing a "glass cannon" rogue quicky went awry, the goat helps you set up an armored cleric – the kind of character that can stay in the back of fights and fling healing spells from a safe distance. Together, you progress through a myriad of dungeons all across the continent of Marak, though Webster teases that he's "hard carrying" you through most of them, whatever that means. Still, you surprise yourself by having a bit of fun with this strange, smelly goat, and you even indulge a bit when he offers you some slightly off-tasting fruit gummies. Some time passes, and you suddenly feel very relaxed and sleepy. You put your controller down and feel yourself sink into the plushness of the broken couch. Eventually, you find yourself dozing off... [[Continue|Jarby Judgement]] (set: $opinionWebster to it + 2)

Dillon chuckles. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Oh? Giving up just like that? I suppose I can't blame you – once Jarby has you in his greasy claws, he doesn't ever let go."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yes, I'm beginning to realize that. I'm not really in any shape to escape without help, and it's not like any of the thralls are going to get me out of here."] The donkey crosses his arms, but nods. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Alright. You can wait here, if you're quiet."] Dillon starts to turn back to his work, but hesitates. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["...You're sure about about this? I have no idea what Jarby will do to you when he wakes up."] (text-colour:grey)[(Are you sure you'd like to wait? This will immediately end exploration.)] [[//"On second thought, maybe I shouldn't give up just yet."//|Interaction Dillon]] [[//"If there's no escape, I'd rather sit here and spend this remaining time with someone rational."//|Waiting with Dillon]]

Though Dillon insisted on your silence, it doesn't take long for the two of you to strike up a conversation. You might be a distraction from his work, but he seems to appreciate the company of someone untainted by Jarby's influence. You discover a few things about him: he was, and still is, very passionate about major league baseball, and he's read a frankly astounding number of fantasy novels. He even tries to recommend a few to you, but stops himself mid-sentence when he realizes that you may only have hours of control left. The conversation grows a little less lively after that. Eventually, you find yourself dozing off... [[Continue|Jarby Judgement]] (set: $opinionDillon to it + 2)

Rocky tilts his head at you. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Wait? With Rocky?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yeah. Is that okay?"] you ask, hopeful. Even though Rocky has been corrupted by Jarby like all the others, there's something pure about how he processes the world and expresses his love. If there's no escape and your future is uncertain, you think you might like spending a bit more time with this strange pup before... whatever happens. Rocky immediately tries to scoot over in his doggy bed to make room for you, but his considerable bulk still fills most of it. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["New friend snuggle Rocky?"] (text-colour:grey)[(Are you sure you'd like to wait? This will immediately end exploration.)] [[//"On second thought, maybe I shouldn't give up just yet."//|Interaction Rocky]] [[//"Thanks, pup. I'm strangely enjoying spending time with you."//|Waiting with Rocky]]

You glance over at Jarby. Even with him sleeping and vulnerable, you know there's nothing you can do to prevent your fate. Rocky and the other thralls would stop you if you tried to harm him. And if succeeded, you somehow doubt that would snap them out of it. You're not sure you're willing to risk death to see if you're right about that. So instead, you choose to lie down next to Rocky and lean into his soft bulk. He's a bit smelly, but you get used to it quickly – he's got an earthy scent that isn't too offensive to your nose. You reach over and give him a gentle belly rub, and, despite everything, smile when the brainwashed husky releases a satisfied whine. Even if it's not rational, you start to feel comfortable and safe, snuggled up next to this fat doggy and listening to his rhymic breathing. Eventually, you find yourself dozing off... [[Continue|Jarby Judgement]] (set: $opinionRocky to it + 2)

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Throckmorton? He's a family friend. I trust him. He's allowed to do whatever he wants to me,"] Webster says conversationally, reaching for his bong. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Hold on, what do you mean he's allowed to do whatever he wants to you?"] The fat goat grunts as he leans down to fish around in some trash for a lighter. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Got it! Throckmorton is a family friend. I trust him. He's allowed to do whatever he wants to me,"] he clarifies. He brings the mouthpiece of the bong to his muzzle and lights the bowl. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yeah, you just said that. Is there anything else you can tell me about him?"] Webster holds up a finger as he finishes his hit, water gurgling loudly in the bong's base. He sighs contentedly, exhaling clouds of pungent weed smoke. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Alright. So, Throckmorton's a family friend. I trust him. He's allowed to-"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Do whatever he wants to you. Got it."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Yeah... Hey, what were we talking about again?"] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $talkWebsterThrockmorton to true)

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Shit. He's not here, is he?"] Dillon asks, voice low. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["No, he's not here. I'm just curious to know your thoughts on him."] The donkey visibly relaxes, exhaling deeply through his nostrils.(text-colour:#CEEDB4)[ "Fine. Let's see, what can I say about Throckmorton..."] Dillon ponders for a moment, absently squeezing his double chin as he thinks. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Sheriff Throckmorton is one of Jarby's most loyal and dangerous servants. He's a sadist who enjoys priveleges afforded only to him."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["What kind of priveleges?"] Dillon shifts in his chair uncomfortably. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I'd rather not talk about that. Anyways, he's an absolute bastard – nearly as much of a monster as Jarby. If you meet him, don't do or say anything to set him off. He's got a nasty temper."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That bad, huh?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Yes, that bad. Now, could you ask me something else?"] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $talkDillonThrockmorton to true)

For the second time today, you wake in an unfamiliar and dangerous place. Though day has come and gone – the curtains in (if: $beenInJarbyRoom is true)[Jarby's bedroom](else:)[what you quickly realize is Jarby's bedroom] have been thrown open, illuminating a number of figures in soft moonlight. Lying against the side of Jarby's couch, you feign sleep and scan your surroundings through partially shut eyelids. Including yourself, you count ten men in the room, though your attention is most immediately captured by your captor, the white-furred vampire bat called Jarby. This creature has claimed everyone else in the room as his playthings, to do with or discard as he pleases. This includes you. The corpulent bat sits on his stack of mattresses with his face buried in the armpit of (if: $metWebster is true)[the goat Webster](else:)[an obese goat], who is in turn pleasuring himself through his boxers. The space around them is littered with empty blood bags, as well as two dazed-looking thralls – a skinny hyena and a rather portly iguana – who look to have just been drained as well. (if: $tamedRocky is true)[Rocky](else:)[An enormously fat husky wearing nothing but a collar] licks at the face of the hyena, who just groans in response. One of the larger figures that you recognize is the lion Adam, who wears a nervous expression on his handsome face. Another thrall, a chubby, naked deer with one leg in a cast, squeezes Adam's hand. (if: $metThrocky is true)[Throckmorton, who has undone most of his uniform,](else:)[An obese pig in an undone police uniform] is in the middle of chewing out the lion, and you realize that his shouting must been what woke you up. [[Continue|Jarby Judgement 2]]

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Dude, what? You haven't heard of //Tales of Marak 3: Xivut's Bane//?! It's one of the best action RPGs of all time – I couldn't even tell you how many times I've beaten it."] Looking at the screen, you see a colorful cast of characters working together to take down a massive stone golem that's blocking the path of their caravan. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["You're supposed to swap between the party members during combat, but I like to pump all my XP into one character and just power through everything. I haven't done that yet for this playthrough, though. Wanna pick for me? There's no wrong answer, but some chars are more viable than others."] Webster opens the character menu to show them off to you in order. [[//"I like the fat donkey nobleman. He looks wholly unprepared for any sort of combat."//|talkWebsterOswin]] [[//"Is that a robot made of stars? That's weird – go with him."//|talkWebsterReginald]] [[//"Is that big guy supposed to be a werewolf or a vampire? He looks strong."//|talkWebsterSven]] [[//"Let's go with the satyr barbarian. He's the only one with abs."//|talkWebsterRandy]] [[//"Aww, I kinda like the little lizard guy! Pick him."//|talkWebsterKir]] [[//"I don't know, they all look fine to me. Can I ask you something else?"//|talkWebsterDenied]] (set: $talkWebsterGame to true)

Webster chuckles.(text-colour:#E2AB81)[ "Oh, I drive them fuckin' crazy. Dad just tried to have another talk with me about our grocery bill, and Mom's been dropping hints that I need to take a shower. But this is just how a real man should smell, don't you think?"] the goat says, raising his arm to take a deep whiff of his own pungent armpit musk. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Anyways, at the end of the day, they still love me. I can do whatever I want, eat all I want, smoke all I want, and they'll never really put their foot down. They still have their precious golden boy, Jarby, so it doesn't matter if they've got one fuck-up son."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That sounds a bit harsh on yourself,"] you say. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Sure. But it's the truth – I'm a fuck-up and proud of it,"] he says, flexing his thick, flabby arms at you. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["But that's enough of that. Got anything else you wanna talk about?"] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $opinionWebster to it + 1)

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Uh... What? Is that some kinda joke? Of course they live here."] You shake your head. Surely the fantasy isn't this deep, right? (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Webster, listen to me. You've been brainwashed. Your parents aren't here – you live here with Jarby and a bunch of other thralls. When was the last time you saw your parents?"] Webster looks at you like you're crazy. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Like, last night. Fuck off, stop staying weird shit. I'm too fucking high for this."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["But-"] Webster holds up a hand to stop you. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Nope. If you're gonna try to fuck with me, come up with something better."] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $opinionWebster to it - 1)

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Huh?"] Dillon furrows his eyebrows at you. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["The fuck are you talking about? I don't have any kids."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Oh. Well, that's what Webster said,"] you reply. You can't think of any reason for why the goat would lie, except maybe to put you in an awkward situation as a prank. Seems like an odd thing to joke about, however. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Well, I don't,"] Dillon says. The two of you sit in silence for a moment, until the donkey clears his throat. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["What else did he say, Four?"] You think back to that converstion in the filthy living room. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Well, he said that you used to cry about them, but then you spoke with Jarby and-"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Fuck!"] Dillon immediately explodes, shooting up from his chair. His face is a mask of rage and hatred. He slams a fist on his desk, rattling his monitors. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["God fucking damn it! That fucking bastard! He made me forget! He made me forget my own fucking kids, Jack!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Dillon! You'll wake Jarby!"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Oh, Rachel,"] he sobs. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I'm so fucking sorry, Rachel. Our fucking kids. I just fucking abandoned them and left you with nothing. I don't even remember their names. Oh, fuck..."] Dillon sits back down in his chair and buries his face in his hands. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["This is too much. This is too fucking much."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Dillon,"] you cautiously begin, (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["who is Jack?"] The donkey immediately freezes. You give him a minute to compose himself, watching as he steadies his breathing and forces himself to calm down. He seems remarkably practiced in self-soothing exercises. When he speaks, you see that his eyes are red and bleary. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["...Forget you heard that, Four. Jack is gone. There's no one by that name in that house."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["But-"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["No. Forget it. And if you can't, please don't tell anyone I said that."] Dillon sighs. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I'll try to answer other questions, but don't ask about that."] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $talkDillonKids to true) (set: $opinionDillon to it + 1)

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Huh? The fuck you mean?"] You take a deep breath despite the room's stink. Here we go. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Webster, don't you think it's weird that you're both completely different species? You're a goat, and he's a vampire bat"] you explain, stressing the last two words. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["He's stolen you from whatever life you had before and brainwashed you into thinking you're his brother."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Dude, what? Yeah, we're the same species. You know, because we're brothers – full-blooded, too, same parents and everything. What aren't you getting?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You. Goat. Him. Vampire."] Webster furrows his brow at you. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Uh... Yeah. Bro, you good? You're not on something weird, are you? 'Cause all I do is weed, okay? I'm super not interested."] You give up. He really can't seem to understand that he's not Jarby's brother. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["So to clarify, you've known him all his life? Always? There are no gaps in your memory or anything?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Dude, I'm gonna be honest, you're kinda freaking me out. Let's stop this here, okay?"] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $opinionWebster to it - 1)

Webster chuckles. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["A better question would be: what //don't// we do together. You wouldn't think it, but my bro is into some strange shit. All I have to do is lift up my arm and he'll fuckin' lunge at my pit to shove his whole face in there. I don't ever wear deodorant – I just have him lick my pits clean whenever they get a little too ripe."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Wow. And he does it without complaint?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Yep! He loves it,"] Webster says with a grin. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["That's not even that weird. Don't tell him I told you this, but few things get him more riled up than the idea of him being turned into a donkey. Not an anthro donkey like Dillon, but a full-on jackass. It's kind of hilarious, actually. I think he got the idea from a character in the game I've been playing."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That's... certainly unexpected."] You're certainly learning a lot about your captor, even if this isn't terribly useful information. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["It wouldn't be if you really knew him. All I have to do is tell him what a good little donk he is, and he fuckin' melts and starts hee-hawing loud enough for the whole house to hear him. One time, I made him cum hands-free by talking about how I was gonna keep him in a barn and force feed him oats until he can't walk anymore. And then something about showing off the new him at the county fair in front of our family and all of his friends. My big, fat, pathetic donkey of a brother,"] Webster sighs. (if: $huffedPits is not true)[The goat sniffs his pit. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["You know, if you'd ever want to sample these fine funk factories yourself, all you gotta do is ask. I'm happy to share what I've got."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'll, uh, consider it."] ] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $pitsInvitation to true)

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Oswin, huh? Yeah, he usually sucks ass in combat, but he's great if you need to persuade or trick an NPC. I cheesed a few fights by having him mind control the boss into fucking off, but it's hard to pull off and those spells have long cooldowns."] You frown. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Ah. Should I have chosen someone else, then?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Nah, he's fine. Once you get to a certain point in the game, one of his romance options gives him some cursed cologne that boosts his charisma at the cost of his intelligence. He gets kinda broken after that point."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["One of his romance options?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Yeah, Oswin fucks nonstop,"] Webster says with a grin. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["He's also got a fun little corruption arc going on. He starts the game as a twink with the head of a donkey, but by the time you get to the Xivut fight he's a perpetually horny donkey that can't help but eat any food kept in your party inventory."] You turn from the screen to give Webster a skeptical look, but he doesn't seem to be joking. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Just what kind of game is this?!"] Webster just chuckles. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["A really, really good one."] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $opinionWebster to it + 1)

Webster smirks. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["That's Reginald. He doesn't usually look like that – I turned on his starry form so he can do more damage here. It's pretty powerful, but he can only use it a few times per short rest."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I see... So what's his deal, then?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Oh, where to fucking begin,"] he sighs. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["He's technically undead. He was an astrologian for some big mob families, but eventually got whacked after giving some bad info that got a lot of important people killed. He transferred his soul into a meteorite automaton, but he fucked it up and ended up without any memories."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["An amnesiac? How relatable,"] you say, chuckling bitterly. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["So I take it he's the kind of character whose past comes back to haunt him?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Exactly! Even though he has no memory of what he did in life, he gets found out and threatened by a little bastard man with a ridiculous accent. He sounds like my grandma."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Well, does he ever get his memory back?"] Webster nods. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Yeah, there's a quest where his soul is split in two and the party has to stop the evil half from taking over his body, and then they merge after a big fight. There's a chance for the evil half to still come out on top, though."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Oh. What happens if he does?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Some pretty wild shit,"] Webster says. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Takes his arc in a //very// different direction."] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $opinionWebster to it + 1)

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["He's both. Sven's an escaped lab experiment – he can't turn into a werewolf, but he can still grow claws when he's in berserk mode. He's also got crazy movement speed and can climb walls, so he's kinda OP in combat."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Sounds like I chose well, then."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Most def. His only weakness is that his ranged options are pretty nonexistant, which is a little weird because he replaces another character, Dirt, halfway through the game, and that guy had absolutely fucking crazy ranged DPS. There's a part of the game where you get chased by a boat, but if you're really good with Dirt you can skip the entire segment by firing like five flaming arrows at their sails within a few seconds."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["So he's not as good as Dirt?"] Webster shrugs. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I mean, if you get Sven within melee range of something, they just die. And then he gets to eat them if they're humanoid, too."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["He eats them?!"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Well, yeah. He's part vampire, part werewolf, and he's gotta eat! Just look at that gut – I've been keeping him at maximum fullness since the joined the party."] Webster rotates Sven on the screen, causing the virtual hero's belly and moobs to wobble from the movement. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["See? Look at those belly physics. Game of the fucking century, honestly."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I see..."] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $opinionWebster to it + 1)

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Ah, The Randyman!"] Webster exlaims with excitement, spinning the satyr's character model in the menu. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That's an unsual name."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Well, his name's actually Randamach, but fans call him Randy or Randyman. Or Machranda,"] the goat clarifies. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["He's pretty good – he's got a sword that can cut through anything. Crazy shit happens when he goes into rage mode, too."] You find yourself actually intrigued. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Like what?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["It's random every time, but usually it's good. My favorite is when he summons an exploding fairy. The random effect that boosts his defense is objectively the best, but it's just not as fun."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Understandable. Now what's his deal? Why is he purple?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["He starts off as a tiefling, which can have purple skin, but he eventually makes a pact with a saytr demigod that permanently transforms him. You unlock the ability to channel that demigod into his body when things look real bad, but he loses a bit of himself to the demigod every time he does it. Doing it too much leads to some interesting consequences."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Oh? What happens?"] Webster just grins as he pumps a few skill points into the character. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["You'll have to play the game sometime and find out."] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $opinionWebster to it + 1)

Webster's face immediately splits into a wide grin. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Kir! The baby boy. He's technically an adult kobold, but he kinda goes along with the rest of the party treating him like their adopted son. He's actually pretty shit at dealing damage himself, but he can buff the rest to make them more likely to hit. He's a fan favorite – everyone loves Kir."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I haven't even played the game and I love him. Is that a fried egg on his chest?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["That's the Omulet. It's a magical artifact of great power that can be used to summon eggs a few times per day. He usually uses them in his cooking, but you can actually equip them as ammo when Kir has his sling. There's even an achievement for killing someone with an egg, too."] You look at the sweet little lizard boy on the screen. He always looks just on the verge of tears. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["It's hard to imagine him hurting anyone, honestly."] Webster chuckles. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Oh, you'd be surprised. One of his endings actually has you install him as the new emperor of Marak, and he does some pretty twisted shit in order to gain power. But there's also an ending where he just becomes the portly mayor of a town of kobolds."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I think I prefer the ending where he doesn't have to hurt anyone."] Webster grunts in agreement. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Yeah, most people do. Kir's got more endings than any other character, but everyone's favorite is the mayor ending."] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $opinionWebster to it + 1)

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Jeez, alright. Fuck me, I guess,"] Webster grumbles. He unpauses the game and goes back to fighting the golem. You realize he was genuinely excited to share more about this game. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I didn't mean to upset you, Webster. I just have a lot going on right now and need to stay on track."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Then why'd you even fucking ask about the game?"] You pause. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["...I suppose I just wanted to be polite."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Well, doing a great job there,"] the fat goat sighs. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Fine. Ask your questions."] [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $opinionWebster to it - 1)

Webster wags a sausage-like finger at you. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Fine, be that way. No code for you."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Webster, can't you just tell it to me?"] you plead. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I really need that code. I'll bring you some snacks or something in return, okay?"] Webster ponders for a moment. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Nah, I know what I want. If you need the code that badly, you know what you need to do. Just let me know when you're ready, big boy."] [[Return|Interaction Webster]]

Webster gives a low chuckle. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["That's what I like to hear, big boy."] He then raises an arm to expose his thick, damp armpit fur. Your nostrils are immediately assaulted by Webster's heavy, pungent musk – he may wash himself occasionally, but you're positive those pits haven't seen deodorant for as long as this goat has been a thrall. He's ripe to the point of sourness. Maybe some people are into this kind of thing, but are you? If not, can you bear it? (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Well? What are you waiting for? My arm's getting tired."] [[Bring your muzzle to Webster's armpit|talkWebsterPits2]] [[//"I don't think I can do this."//|talkWebterPitsStop]]

You slowly bring your muzzle closer to Webster's musky armpit. His scent is strong enough to make your eyes water. You ask yourself: can you really- (text-colour:#E2AB81)["You're taking too long."] Webster grips the back of your head as he shoves your face into his hot, swampy armpit. Crying out in surprise, you unfortunately end up with a mouthful of damp, salty tasting fur. You squirm and try to pull your face away, but the goat is stronger than he looks. You try to smack him away, but he just chuckles and roughly rubs your face against his pit fuzz. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Quit squirming. (if:$seenSafe is true and $gotSyringe is not true)[Do you want the code or not?](else:)[You wanted this, remember?]"] Whimpering, you let your arms drop. Struggling against the goat is futile. You're far too weak to get away, and your feeble smacks only just serve to irritate him. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["That's right, scrub. Get comfortable."] You couldn't say for sure how much time you spend wtih your muzzle buried in Webster's pit, but you're in there long enough to grow strangely... //acclimated//, to his once-overwhelming odor. There's a purity to his scent – there aren't a lot of notes, but it's sharp and a little tangy. It's nothing like Adam's heady, spicy scent, and or even your own. And then as suddenly as this began, Webster releases you. You immediately pull away, gasping for semi-fresh air, and see Webster panting heavily with his hand down his boxers. The scent of cum mingles with the goat's odor, and he flashes you a satisfied smile. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["You liked it. Nobody can resist my natural musk,"] he says, shutting his eyes and giving his armpit a long whiff. You can still smell his odor on your face, and you know it's not going away any time soon. (if: $seenSafe is true and $gotSyringe is not true and $huffedPits is true)[[//"Alright, will you tell me the code to Jarby's safe now?"//|talkWebsterSafeHuffed] ]\ [[Return|Interaction Webster]] (set: $huffedPits to true) (set: $opinionWebster to it + 3)

Webster sighs and lets his arm fall to his side. "Chickening out? Weaksauce. Let me know when you're ready for a whiff, fatass." You don't know if you'll ever be ready, but you suppose it's good to know that the offer's still on the table for when you really need to get on his good side. Hopefully it never comes to that. [[Return|Interaction Webster]]

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Since you were good little pit fiend, I'll tell you. Well, the part I can remember:"] ''420'' (if:$talkWebsterSafe is true)[(text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Wait, you mean you don't know the whole code?"] you ask incredulously. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You said you knew it!"] Webster doesn't even have the decency to look sheepish. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I thought I did, but it's been a while! Jeez, don't be such a bitch about it. ]](else:)[(text-colour:#E2AB81)["]](text-colour:#E2AB81)[Anyways, I think that's the last bit, so you just gotta figure out the first two numbers. That's what, 81 combinations?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["It's 100."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Right, whatever. Anyways, just try out some combos until one works. Or maybe you can figure it out some other way, I don't know."] You sigh. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Great. Thanks."] [[Return|Interaction Webster]]

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Thank you. I'm very busy – if it's important, go get Adam or..."] the donkey trails off, narrowing his eyes at you. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Shit. You're Four, aren't you? What the fuck are you doing walking around?"] he demands, eyes widening in shock. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Does Jarby know about this?"] Shit. Unable to think of a convincing lie, you decide honesty is the best course of action. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Adam said it was fine for me to walk around until Jarby wakes up. I don't remember anything from before I woke up."] The donkey bites his lip for a moment, then sighs. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Well, if you have that brainwashed freak's blessing, then it's probably fine. He wouldn't allow this if he thought you were dangerous. Just don't cause too much trouble. You said you lost your memory?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yes, that's right. The first thing I remember is waking up in the basement."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Huh. That is... interesting,"] he says in a neutral tone, but his face betrays some concern. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Well, I'm Dillon. Like everyone else in this house, I'm Jarby's bitch, but I'm the bitch responsible for making sure everything around here runs smoothly. Speaking of, there are some things I need to handle. If you have questions for me that won't take up too much of my time, let me know."] And with that, Dillon turns and heads back to his desk in the corner of the room. [[Continue|Office]] (set: $opinionDillon to it + 1)

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Settle down?! Are you fucking joking? Do you know how much work it is to keep all of you fat pieces of shit fed? To keep law enforcement off our asses? Or any of the other countless other responsibilities I alone bear?!"] the donkey snarls, jabbing a finger into your fleshy chest. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I swear to fucking God, I will..."] he trails off, eyes suddenly going wide. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Shit. You're Four, aren't you? What the fuck are you doing walking around? Does Jarby know about this?"] Shit. Unable to think of a convincing lie and reluctant to anger him further, you decide honesty is the best course of action. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Adam said it was fine for me to walk around until Jarby wakes up. I don't remember anything from before I woke up."] The donkey bites his lip for a moment, and then sighs. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Well, if you have that brainwashed freak's blessing, then it's probably fine. He wouldn't allow this if he thought you were dangerous. Just don't make any messes for me to clean up. You said you lost your memory?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yes, that's right. The first thing I remember is waking up in the basement."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Huh. That is... interesting,"] he says in a neutral tone, but his face betrays some concern. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Well, I'm Dillon. Like everyone else in this house, I'm Jarby's bitch, but I'm the bitch responsible for making sure everything around here runs smoothly. Speaking of which, there are some things I need to handle. Now if you'll excuse me..."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I was really hoping to ask you some questions, actually."] Dillon groans loudly.(text-colour:#CEEDB4)[ "Alright, but they'd better be quick. Come over when you're ready, I need to draft some emails in the meantime."] And with that, Dillon turns and heads back to his desk in the corner of the room. [[Continue|Office]] (set: $opinionDillon to it - 1)

[[Return|Main Menu]] ''TEXT TEST PASSAGE'' Text text text (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm the player character,"] Four says. Text text text (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I'm brainwashed,"] Adam says. Text text text (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I hate my life,"] Dillon says. Text text text (text-colour:#A499D8)["I'm a stupid blob,"] Three says. Text text text (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I'm a smelly goat,"] Webster says. Text text text (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I'm a big evil bat,"] Jarby says. Text text text (text-style:"smear")[(text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I'm hypnotizing you,"]] Jarby says. Text text text (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["I'm just a dog!"] Rocky says. Text text text (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["I'm a complete bastard,"] Throckmorton says. (text-colour:#c9baba)["I'm the phone lady and a cop!"] (text-colour:#93BABA)["I'm a doomed vampire hunter!"]

(if: $opinionAdam >= 3)[You look up at Adam with pleading eyes. The large lion glances at Throckmorton and Jarby, bites his lip, and then gives you a slow nod. He's gonna give it a shot. [[Continue|Adam Thrall Ending]]](else:)[You look up at Adam, but he won't meet your eyes. The lion isn't going to help you. Perhaps if you had made more of an effort to endear yourself to Adam, things would be different. [[Return|Jarby Judgement 3]]] (set: $helpAdam to true)

You gaze towards the distant treeline and consider just walking away. Considering your physique and lack of suitable clothing, it might be a challenge. However, if civilization lies beyond... [[Time to get out of here!|Throcky Road 1]] [[On second thought...|Front yard]]

(text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Screw it,"] you mutter to yourself. After taking one last look at the farmhouse, you turn towards the street and begin your trek to... anywhere but here. Footing is less certain on the unsalted road, and your footpaws quickly grow numb from walking on snow and ice, but the prospect of escape spurs you forward. You consider returning to the house for boots, but the thought of going back, even briefly, makes you feel sick to your stomach. After a few minutes of careful waddling, you check behind you and are relieved to find that no one is giving chase or even watching you. You continue on down the road. Minutes pass. Snowflakes have begun to fall from the sky, melting as they touch your fur. Eventually, you realize you've made it to the treeline. You can't tell how far removed the house is from the rest of town, but you pray that the woods aren't too thick. Despite your exertion – the pounding of your heart, the sweat dripping down your folds, the agony of your legs – you are beginning to feel the cold. You're so exhausted that you don't hear the rumble of an approaching vehicle until it's too late to even consider hiding. Not that you'd be able to hide your bulk or your pawprints, anyways. [[Continue|Throcky Road 2]] (set: $metThrocky to true)

Dillon laughs bitterly. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I'm already a destoyed man, Four."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm serious, Dillon. You've said there's no way out, for yourself or others who have been enthralled. If that's the case, then why not try to make the best of it? You don't have to like Jarby, but the others are in the same boat as you, even if they've been forced into enjoying it. Make connections with them."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Do you even hear yourself, Four? Why would I ever want to be around a bunch of horny slobs who aren't even in control of themselves? Would you, in my position?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You've shut yourself away from everyone, even the other victims. You don't need to be alone, Dillon."] The donkey growls in frustration. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["You don't know what you're talking about. Thanks to Jarby's violation of their minds, no one else is who they really are! It's not their fault, of course, but how could I ever feel comfortable around people like that? I'm not trying that again,"] he says angrily. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["They're a bunch of puppets. Playthings. Toys. I'm an adult, Four, and the only one in the house. Far too old for toys."] You sigh through your nostrils. He's clearly dead-set on suffering. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Alright, fine. Can I ask something else, then?"] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $opinionDillon to it - 1)

Dillon gives a slight smile. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Yeah, she's brilliant. I was the one with the fancy Ivy League degree, but she was still the sharp one. I wouldn't have gotten to where I was without her support,"] he sighs. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["What I wouldn't give to hear her voice again. I don't think she'll ever forgive me for what I've done, but I hope that she's found happiness."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Did she block your number?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["No, it's not that. At least, I don't think she has. Jarby doesn't let me talk to her."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Ah. Hypnosis?"] Dillon nods, his long ears drooping sadly. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["One of the few commands given to me, and one of the most painful. I can't even look her up to see how she's doing. Though perhaps that's for the best – I don't think I'd be able stop myself from constantly checking in on her,"] he says, glancing back at his laptop. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Anyways, we should change the subject. Did you have another question?"] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $opinionDillon to it + 1)

(if: $opinionWebster >= 3)[You mouth (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Help me,"] to Webster. The fat goat looks puzzled for a moment, but then his eyes widen with realization. He turns towards Jarby and shakes his head in clear disapproval. [[Continue|Webster Thrall Ending]]](else:)[You mouth (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Help me,"] to Webster, but he just gives you a quizzical look. The goat isn't going to help you. Perhaps if you had made more of an effort to endear yourself to Webster, things would be different. [[Return|Jarby Judgement 3]]] (set: $helpWebster to true)

(if: $opinionDillon >= 3)[You glance towards Dillon. The chubby donkey stares back for a moment, grimaces, and then nods once. He's not thrilled about the idea of interrupting Jarby, but he will help you. [[Continue|Dillon Thrall Ending]]](else:)[You glance towards Dillon, but the chubby donkey merely shrugs as you make eye contact. He's not willing to help you. Perhaps if you had made more of an effort to endear yourself to Dillon, things would be different. [[Return|Jarby Judgement 3]]] (set: $helpDillon to true)

(if: $opinionRocky >= 4)[You gaze down at Rocky and give the huge husky a pleading look. Seeming alarmed at your fear and discomfort, he begins to move towards you. [[Continue|Rocky Thrall Ending]]](else:)[You gaze down at Rocky and give the huge husky a pleading look. Rocky just tilts his head in confusion. Perhaps if you had made more of an effort to endear yourself to Rocky, things would be different. [[Return|Jarby Judgement 3]]] (set: $helpRocky to true)

Dillon sighs and leans back in his chair. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I was. Looking at me now, would you believe that I was a rising star in the finance world? I was even on the cover of a magazine. That's how Jarby found me, actually,"] he says. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["As much as I fucking hate him, I can't say he didn't choose well, even if his method was lazy and idiotic. If he were smart, he'd have gone for someone with a lower profile."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You were that big? I'm surprised he managed to get away with enthralling you."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["After he got me, he had me ramp up to a full departure. We both knew that important people would start asking a lot of questions if I were to just suddenly vanish – I had a lot of eyes on me at the time. It took a while, and it was... difficult,"] he says before going quiet for a moment. An uncomfortably long moment. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["...Dillon?"] Dillon jerks up in his seat, as if surprised to find himself there. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Ah. I'm sorry, I spaced out."] The donkey raises a fist to his snout and clears his throat. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Was there something else you wanted to ask me?"] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $opinionDillon to it + 1)

Dillon gives you a flat look and sighs loudly. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Yes, he hypnotized me into being unable to wear pants. He thinks it's funny."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["How does that work?"] you ask. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["What if you were to ask someone else to put them on for you?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Is that really important, Four? If you must know, pants feel like sandpaper against my legs now. I can only wear them when he lets me. Do you have any other questions?"] You ponder for a moment. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Well, if pants are out of the question, what about a kilt? Or just a towel around the waist?"] Dillon massages his temples. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I meant questions unrelated to this line of questioning. But no, that wouldn't work either,"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["But why not? It's just pants, right?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["It's anything that covers up my dick, okay?!"] Dillon hisses, exasperated. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Fuck, can we talk about something else? Talk about something else. Nothing more about my lack of pants, please."] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $opinionDillon to it - 1)

Dillon's tension visibly fades from his posture. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Thank you, Four. I wish there were more I could tell you. It can't be easy, waking up in amnesiac, naked, and barely mobile in a vampire's basement. I'd want answers, too."] You nod. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'll just have to seek them elsewhere. Do you have any suggestions on whom to ask?"] The donkey bites his lip for a moment. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["None,"] he finally says, reaching up to rub his temples. He takes a deep breath. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Please, ask me something else now."] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $opinionDillon to it + 1)

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I said I can't say any more! Ask something else."] You shake your head. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["No, Dillon. What do you know? Who was I?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I can't answer that. You're wasting your time and mine."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Just tell me! Do you know my actual name? Is anyone looking for me?"] Dillon hisses through clenched teeth. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["You aren't understanding me, Four!"] Dillon shouts, slamming a fist on his chair's armrest. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I literally can't tell you shit. Jarby wouldn't want me to say anything about your past, so I'm bound by the prison of my own fucking mind to not tell you anything I know about you. I get that it's frustrating, but I'm frustrated too, okay? I fucking wish I could tell you more, but I can't."] Dillon's long ears droop, and he looks towards the floor. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I can't. Drop it already."] You sigh through your nostrils. You're so tantalizingly close to knowing who you are. But alas. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["...Alright. I'm sorry for pressing you, Dillon. Can I ask another question?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["If you must."] [[Return|Interaction Dillon]] (set: $opinionDillon to it - 1)

The key is a match! You triumphantly swing the door open and attempt to squeeze yourself inside. Unfortunately, you struggle and quickly fail to fit your enormous body into the very limited space between the seat and the steering wheel. You find that you have to push and recline the seat back fully to fit inside, and even then it's an tight squeeze. Your supersized ass is almost twice the width of the seat, and you're not sure you can even shut the door. As you lift your legs from the garage floor to swing them inside, you hear a worrisome creaking from the car's suspension as it protests having to support your immense weight by itself. Everything's now definitely a bit slanted towards the driver's seat. It took quite a bit longer than you'd have liked, but you finally managed to fit inside! You exhale a sigh of relief. //''HOONK!''// Shit. As soon as you stop sucking in, your gut practically slams the wheel and sets off the horn. Alarmed, you suck in again and lean back in the seat as far as you can. The honking stops, but you know you can't keep sucking it in forever. Too much noise, and a thrall might come to investigate. Or worse yet, Jarby might wake from his slumber. You need to leave before then. You groan as you stretch your flabby arms forward as far as they can go, but you can only barely brush your fingers against the sides of the steering wheel. Maybe if you lean in just a little closer... //''HOOOONK!''// Nope. You definitely can't drive like this. Even if you were to just let it honk, you're certain you wouldn't even be able to grip the wheel. There's just too much //you// in the way. Frustrated, you spend another minute squeezing out of the car, which you notice is still leaning towards the driver's side. If there wasn't a problem with the car before, there is now. [[Return|Garage]] (set: $enteredSedan to true)

You attempt to open the driver's seat door, but the handle does not yield to your jostling. It's locked. Glancing inside, you see that there's no key in the ignition. Guess you'll need to find the keys first. [[Return|Garage]]

As you get closer to the painting, you can make out the individual brushstrokes – this is not a print, but a true oil painting. While the impressive skill of the artist is apparent, the subject matter of the "portrait" is... objectionable. The owner of these lovingly rendered genitals is terribly obese. In order to even show off his junk, one clawed hand hefts up a large, soft-looking gut, while the other presses back the fatpad to reveal about half the length of an erect, modest-sized cock. Beneath the partially buried cock is a set of abnormally huge testicles, each the size of a cantelope, painted in fine, delicate brushstrokes. (if: $metRocky is true)[You can't help but sigh. This is a depiction of Jarby's dick and balls.](else:)[From what you've heard about Jarby, you don't think you'd be surprised to learn that this is a depection of his own dick and balls.] [[//"...Interesting."//|Foyer]]

(text-style:"underline")[''Ending 2 found!''] You realize you can still feel the little plastic case conceled under your left moob. It's a small miracle it hasn't fallen out or been discovered by your captors. Reaching under your tit and quickly popping the syringe out of the case, you pray to no god in particular for an even larger miracle. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Fuck, is that..."] Jarby squints, but then his eyes go with in recognition. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Sure is,"] you answer, and then plunge the needle of the syringe into your fleshy neck. You weren't sure what to expect, but beyond the sensation of the needle sliding into your skin, all you feel is a slight tingling in your head. If you weren't paying attention, you probaby wouldn't even have noticed it. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Piggy, stop him!"] Throckmorton's rough hands yank your arm away, allowing Adam to pull out the now-empty syringe. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Master, it's empty. What is this?"] the lion asks, rotating the syringe in his hand. [[Continue|Syringe Ending 2]]

(text-style:"underline")[''Ending 1 found!''] You hang your head in defeat. What use is there in fighting back? In hoping that someone will come to your rescue? It's over. You understand that clearly now. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Hah! I like a man who knows their place. And your place, I've decided, is back in the basement."] A sinister grin spreads across his face. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You're lucky I'm a merciful and forgiving master. Another vampire would have just disposed of you like the refuse you are."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Please, just get it over with,"] you say, looking up at Jarby to meet his gaze. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Ooh, making this real easy, too. When the barn's done, I'll move you to the nicest stall. Not that you'll care."] [[Continue|Surrender Ending 2]]

You pick up the statuette to get a closer look in the dim lighting. It's oddly warm to the touch and is much heavier than you'd expect. The statuette depicts a corupulent blue demon with spiraling horns and a sharp, toothy grin. One of his clawed hands is squeezing one of his massive man-breasts, while the other rubs his hairy gut with an eager palm. He's reveling in his own obesity and seems to be inviting you to join him. It's probably just your imagination, but the longer you hold the statuette, the more you feel like you're being watched. Jarby hasn't so much as stirred from his slumber, and Rocky has returned to his own bed, but you can't shake the feeling that there's another presence. Unnerved, you decide to put the strange statuette back in the safe. The feeling fades shortly after. [[Return|Open the safe]]

You knew you were obscenely obese, but your heart still sinks when you turn your gaze to the mirror and take in... you. And boy, there's a lot of you to take in. Staring back at you is a bloated mockery of a fox. His fur is unkempt, his eyes are tired, and his enormous body is wide enough to fit three healthy men inside of him. Stretch marks, both faded and fresh, cover his entire form – a testament to his hide having been stretched to its limit time and time again. His torso is a stack of soft, jiggly rolls, and his hips and ass are so enormous that they almost don't fit within the frame of the mirror. You think the fox might've been handsome once, but his features are so swollen with fat that those days are long behind him. You can hardly believe this is you. You place a pudgy hand against the glass, and can't help but feel a little surprised when the fox does the same. Feeling disgusted, you turn away from the mirror. As you do, you notice the large number 4 branded on your left asscheek. It's a bit stretched, but the shape is unmistakable. [[Return|Bathroom]]

You brace yourself and step onto the scale, which you suspect was designed to weigh actual livestock. The scale's display screen isn't on the bed of the scale itself, but at the top of a slender metal pillar that comes up to your chest. As such, you can easily read your weight, which is... ''622 lbs.'' Wow. That's... quite a lot. You step off the scale to let it recalibrate and then try again, but you get the same result. There's no denying it: you're over a quarter ton of soft, useless lard. You estimate that you're about 6 feet tall. If the average healthy weight of a 6-foot man is 150 lbs, you weigh more than 4 men combined. Your Body Mass Index (BMI) is approximately 81 – you recall that a normal BMI is 20, while anything above 30 falls under the "obese" category. You're well beyond that, now. You sigh and step off the scale, reminding yourself that using BMI as a health metric is an outdated concept. However, there's no denying that you're extremely out of shape and potentially malnourished. You resolve to fix that, once you're out of here. Well, //if// you can get out of here. [[Return|Bathroom]]

(text-style:"underline")[''Ending 4 found!''] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Hey, Master?"] Adam begins, stepping forward. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Can I say something real quick?"] Jarby shuts his eyes and exhales loudly through his nostrils. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I guess. What?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Well, Four hung out with me a lot after he woke up. Sure, he was really freaked out at first – and I don't think we can blame him – but he was really open-minded and chill about everything after we got to talking. He gets that we're happy here,"] he says, shooting you a nervous smile. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I think he'd make a great thrall."] The bat looks over to Throckmorton. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Piggy, you've told my lovely and very stupid lion about how Four originally came here to hurt me, right?"] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Sure did,"] Throckmorton grunts, scratching his ass. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["And knowing that, Adam, you'd still advocate for our wayward blood bag to join our family? You wouldn't want anything to happen to me, right? To your precious, wonderful Master?"] Adam rushes forward and surprises the bat with a tight hug. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Of course not, Master! I mean, yes to wanting Four in our family – he's not like that anymore, I can tell. But I'd never let anyone hurt you!"] The lion squeezes harder, and you see Jarby's eyes bulge. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I'd shred them to little bloody pieces first!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Tight! Too tight!"] Jarby wheezes, trying to pull Adam's powerful arms away. [[Continue|Adam Thrall Ending 2]]

(text-style:"underline")[''Ending 6 found!''] Jarby sighs and leans into his goat. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Yeah, let's go with livestock – at least until I can find a good replacement for you. Adam, be a darling and hold his head for me."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Of course, Master,"] Adam says. The lion immediately grips the sides of your head with meaty hands, forcing you to look up in Jarby's direction. The bat flashes you a grin, and you wonder if he would still be smiling if he were aware of his "brother's" annoyed scowl. The unnatural glow of his eyes grows more intense, and you realize that you can't seem to look away no matter how hard you try to will yourself otherwise. Those yellow irises seem to drink in the light of the room, and you along with it. A whimper escapes your throat. You know what comes next. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Please, no! I'd rather you just kill me now!"] you plead, trying desperately to push away Adam's hands and squirm away from your fate. It's a futile effort – the lion holds you much too firmly. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Webster, don't let him do this!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Webster?"] Jarby asks with a chuckle. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Why the fuck would-"] The bat finds himself unable to finish his sentence, his snout now forcibly buried in Webster's musky armpit. With the eye contact broken, Jarby's pull on your mind quickly fades. [[Continue|Webster Thrall Ending 2]]

(text-style:"underline")[''Ending 3 found!''] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Master, if I could just very quickly interject here,"] Dillon says, stepping forward. Every set of eyes in the cramped bedroom are on him. Except for Jarby's, which remain trained on you. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Jack has a bachelor's in finance, graduating summa cum laude, and he also came very close to completing an MBA program."] Jarby sighs and turns to his assistant. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["So?"] he asks, irritation in his voice. Dillon visibly shrinks as his master turns his gaze upon him, but he very quickly composes himself. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["What I mean is: when I hired for my firm, I signed on a lot of high-value employees with his qualifications. He doesn't remember anything about who he was before, but from my brief conversations with him, I can tell he's still a smart guy. He'd be an asset to us. To you."] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["So, my assistant wants an assistant, is that it?"] the bat chuckles. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I already have you to take care of business. I don't need another. You can visit Four in the basement later, if you're so fucking attached to him."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["But-"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Shut up."] Jarby turns his attention back to you. He gives a nod to Adam, who firmly grips the sides of your head and forces you to look directly into the bat's eyes. From the corner of your vision, a dejected Dillon hangs his head. The donkey's hands are balled into fists. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Dillon, help! Don't let him do this!"] you call out to him. Dillon begins to turn away from you in shame. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Now, Four, (text-style:"smear")[you will-"]] [[Continue|Dillon Thrall Ending 2]]

(text-style:"underline")[''Ending 5 found!''] When Rocky reaches you, he gives your hand a series of gentle licks. The obese anthropomorphic husky looks up at you with his big blue eyes – even though he's trying to soothe you, his anxiety is plain. He just wants everyone to be happy, and you're very much not that. Mustering a weak smile, you begin to gently stroke his head. Jarby watches you both with a puzzled expression. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Some guard dog you are, Rocky. Four is a stranger. Didn't I tell you to bark at anyone you don't recognize?"] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Not stranger!"] Rocky says. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Friend!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Friend?!"] Jarby exclaims. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["The fuck do you mean? He tried to kill me!"] Rocky shakes his head, jingling the tag on his oversized collar. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Four never do. Four good!"] The husky looks up at you for confirmation. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Four good?"] You tried to kill Jarby? Well, there's much about yourself you don't know. Too much. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I... don't have any memory of that,"] you answer. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Four good."] You give him a reassuring head pat. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Well, he did. He didn't succeed, of course, but he still tried. Now move aside, butter pup. I'd like to be done with this,"] Jarby says, waving for Adam. The burly lion immediately grips the sides of your head, forcing you to look up at Jarby's eyes. A wicked smile spreads across the bat's fat face as his eyes begin to glow with an otherworldly light. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I'll make sure it sticks this time, blood bag."] Your blood runs cold as you realize you can't look away from the bat's horrible gaze. Even straining with every ounce of willpower you have, you can't pull your eyes away from that light. [[//"Wait, hold on! Please!"//|Rocky Thrall Ending 2]]

(text-style:"underline")[''Ending 7 found!''] The room goes silent as Throckmorton waddles over to Jarby's bed. Jarby raises one eyebrow at the interruption, and then raises the other when the pig leans forward to embrace him. Throckmorton brings his snout to Jarby's and the two obese monsters share a long, sloppy kiss, though Jarby looks a little flustered once they separate. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Uh, what was that about?"] Jarby asks, wiping some slobber from his lips. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Master, I've served you faithfully, yeah?"] Throckmorton says, stroking the bat's hair. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["You've never had to hypnotize me to do anything. I've just done it, no matter what it was. Go ahead and hypnotize me now."] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["What? I've never had to-"] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Go ahead, Master,"] the pig assures him. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Anything you want."] You briefly consider interjecting, knowing that you've (probably) immunized Throckmorton against Jarby's unnatural influence, but quickly decide against it. Throckmorton clearly has a play in mind, and you'd rather not anger either of them more than you already have. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Anything, huh? Well, I'm loath to fuck with your brain too much, but..."] Jarby bites his lip. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Suck my dick."] [[Continue|Throckmorton Ending 2]]

There's a slight pause from the other end. (text-colour:#c9baba)["Sorry, you've been kidnapped?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yes! I know it sounds insane, but I woke up in a basement and apparently these freaks have been fattening me up and draining my blood to feed their vampire bat master! They're letting me wander around the house for now, but they've all been brainwashed and won't let me leave. Please hurry, it's only a matter of time before Jarby wakes up and puts me under his spell again!"] There's an even longer pause, but then she speaks again. (text-colour:#c9baba)["Help is on the way. Stay where you are."] You hear a click as she disconnects the call. After a moment, you slowly place the handset back on its base. Not quite what you expected, but she did say help was coming. Aren't they supposed to stay on the line with you? You suppose there's nothing more to do but wait, so you carefully lower your bulk onto the stairs landing and take a seat. You try to reassure yourself that this nightmare will be over soon, but you can't shake your sense of dread. [[Continue|Throcky Phone 2]] (set: $metThrocky to true)

It's not long before you hear the rumbling of heavy wheels over asphalt, followed by a car door slamming shut. You hear a set of boots crunch against snow, walk across the wooden patio, then... scrape against the doormat? A pig wearing a policeman's uniform lumbers into the house, panting lightly. He's well overdue for a size-up – the beige fabric can just barely contain his ample gut and trunk-like thighs. Another five pounds and those buttons will fly right off. You know it's not uncommon to see a fat policeman, but this swollen pig looks unfit for any sort of policework, unless it's behind a desk. It's especially surprising to see a star-shaped sheriff's badge pinned on his too-tight shirt. The pig removes his sunglasses and rolls his beady black eyes at you. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Idiots. They're really just giving you free rein of the place, huh?"] The pig shakes his head. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["You'd better not have caused any trouble."] (if: $talkAdamThrockmorton is true or $talkDillonThrockmorton is true)[You realize that you're face-to-face with Sheriff Throckmorton. Of course he'd come – you called emergency services from his master's home.(if: $gotSyringe is true)[ You also recognize him as the man who murdered the raccoon and the otter. Your friends. Your fist clenches around the syringe you now carry.] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Oh, don't give me that look. There's only one way this ends. Make this easy for me, or I'll make you regret it."]](else:)[(if: $gotSyringe is true)[(text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Wait, you're..."] It takes you a moment, but you recognize him as the man who murdered the raccoon and the otter. Your friends. Your fist clenches around the syringe.](else:)[(text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Excuse me?"]] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["You've been a real pain in my ass, you know. Master's gonna be pissed,"] the pig grumbles. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["These fucking dumbshit thralls. Leave it to Throckmorton to clean up their messes once again."]] Throckmorton removes a taser from his belt and strides towards you. Still seated on the landing, you don't have enough time to scramble to your feet and run. Even if you did, he'd be following you upstairs. There's no escape. (if: $gotSyringe is true)[[[Stab the syringe into Throckmorton|Throcky Phone Syringe]] ]\ [[//"Wait, hold on!"//|Throcky Phone 3]]

The instant Throckmorton draws near enough, you thrust the syringe into his belly and slam down on the plunger. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Agh!"] the pig exclaims, immediately pulling out the syringe and spiking it to the floor. But it's too late: the contents have already been injected. If you're right, you've just liberated this man from Jarby's influence. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You're welcome."] Throckmorton snarls. He rounds on you, grabbing you by your chest fluff and painfully yanking you towards him. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["The fuck did you just put in me, you fat piece of shit?! What was it? I'll fucking..."] Throckmorton trails off as he glances down at the syringe. His eyebrows raise in surprise, and then a wicked smile slowly spreads across his pudgy face. And then, he throws back his head and laughs. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Oh, bless your heart, you fucking moron!"] he says, squeezing your cheek fat hard enough to bruise. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["I'm not one of his thralls!"] Before you can say anything more, Throckmorton brings his taser to the side of your neck. You feel a shooting, excruciating pain, and then everything goes to black. [[Continue|Jarby Judgement]] (set: $throckySyringe to true)

The instant Throckmorton draws near enough, you thrust the syringe into his belly and slam down on the plunger. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Agh!"] the pig exclaims, immediately pulling out the syringe and spiking it to the ground. But it's too late: the contents have already been injected. If you're right, you've just liberated this man from Jarby's influence. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You're welcome."] Throckmorton snarls. He rounds on you, grabbing you by your chest fluff and painfully yanking you towards him. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["The fuck did you just put in me, you fat piece of shit?! What was it? I'll fucking..."] Throckmorton trails off as he glances down at the syringe. His eyebrows raise in surprise, and then a wicked smile slowly spreads across his pudgy face. And then, he throws back his head and laughs. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Oh, bless your heart, you fucking moron!"] he says, squeezing your cheek fat hard enough to bruise. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["I'm not one of his thralls!"] Before you can say anything more, Throckmorton removes a taser from his belt and holds it to the side of your neck. You feel a shooting, excruciating pain, and then everything goes to black. [[Continue|Jarby Judgement]] (set: $throckySyringe to true)

Leaning against a nearby tree and panting, you watch as a large white pickup truck slows to a stop next to you. The tint of the windows is too dark for you to make out the driver, but Belfry Police Department has been emblazoned on the side of the vehicle. The truck's red and blue lights are flashing, and a single ''BRIP'' sounds from the sirens. (if: $gotSyringe is true)[You're certain you've seen this truck before, and fairly recently...] The driver, an impressively obese pig in a policeman's uniform, leaves the engine running as he opens the door and squeezes out. He's well overdue for a size-up – the beige fabric can just barely contain his ample gut and trunk-like thighs. Another five pounds and those buttons will fly right off. You know it's not uncommon to see a fat policeman, but this swollen pig looks unfit for any sort of policework, unless it's behind a desk. It's especially surprising to see a star-shaped sheriff's badge pinned on his too-tight shirt. The pig removes his sunglasses and squints at you with beady black eyes. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Whoa there, you doing alright, bud? Where are your clothes?"] (if: $talkAdamThrockmorton is true or $talkDillonThrockmorton is true)[It dawns on you that you're face-to-face with Sheriff Throckmorton. From what you've heard, this fat pig is almost as dangerous as Jarby.(if: $gotSyringe is true)[ You also recognize him as the man who murdered the raccoon and the otter. Your friends. Your fist clenches around the syringe.]](else:)[(if: $gotSyringe is true)[It took you a moment, perhaps due to your exhausted state, but you recognize him as the man who murdered the raccoon and the otter. Your friends. Your fist clenches around the syringe.](else:)[You try to reply, but all you can manage is a wheeze. Your lungs feel like they're on fire.]] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["The name's Throckmorton. I'll give you a ride to town. No way in hell you'll fit in the passenger seat, but there's plenty of room for you in the back."] The pig takes a step closer. (if: $gotSyringe is true)[[[Stab the syringe into Throckmorton|Throcky Road Syringe]] ]\ [[//"No... I'm good... Thanks..."//|Throcky Road No]] [[//"Please... Help me..."//|Throcky Road Yes]]

You find youself in what seems to be a small dormitory for Jarby's thralls. Four beds, all unmade, take up much of the limited space, and the occupants appear to all share a single dresser. Going off what you've seen so far, clothing isn't something a thrall needs much of. You had hoped to find something to wear, but even the largest shirt you can find is far too small for you. The room reeks of cum and body odor. Not much effort has gone into keeping the space clean, and you nearly trip over one of several bottles of lube on the floor. The thralls that sleep here are obviously very comfortable with each other. Besides some posters and a university pennant tacked onto the walls, there isn't much else of note here(if: $keyObtained is not true)[, though you do spot a note with a key atop one of the beds. [[Read the note|Car key note]]](else:)[.] [[Search the room for anything else useful|Photographs]] From here, you can waddle to the following location: [[Hallway|Upstairs Hall]]

You find yourself oddly interested in – perhaps even excited by – the automatic mahjong table. It's the kind that sucks all of the little ceramic tiles into the center to shuffle and stack them for the next round, but that button hasn't been pressed yet. You tap a claw against one of the tiles and hear a soft yet satisfying click in return. As you further inspect the table, you confirm your suspicion that you do know how to play the game. Well, at least the Japanese version of it: riichi mahjong. You can tell that the round is over, as one hand has been pushed over to be revealed to the other players. It's an impressive hand – all pons, including two of dragon tiles, and a half-flush to boot. That's six han in total. Checking the dora tiles, you add an additional three han. That's a lot of fucking points. Judging from the messy scattering of tiles on the opposite end of the table, one of the winner's opponents was less than a good sport about it. You wonder if Jarby has all of his thralls learn how to play this game. [[Return|Master bedroom]]

You decide to take a closer look at some of the papers scattered about the office. Dillon briefly glances over at you but doesn't say anything, so you assume he doesn't mind. Most of it is uninteresting – largely just financial statements from various bank accounts or otherwise meaningless charts – but there are a few documents that pique your interest. One is a paperclipped stack of what is mostly printouts of building blueprints and contractor quotes, and the other is a plain manila folder with "Harper" penned on in neat handwriting. [[Look through the stack of construction documents|Construction documents]] [[Look through the folder]] [[Return|Office]]

<font size="15" style="font-family:Times New Roman">''EN(text-colour:#F2D7A1)[THRALL]ED''</font> ^^Version 1.1.3 | By <a href="https://jarby.carrd.co/" style="color:#F2D7A1">JarbyJarbat</a>^^ --- ''Please be advised that this adult (text-colour:#E5274D)[(18+)] interactive story contains the following:'' Extreme obesity, violence, mind control, heavy musk, identity death, actual death, (fake) incest, pet play, and blood. --- (if: (saved-games:) contains "Slot A")[(link: "Resume Game" )[(load-game: "Slot A")] [[Start Game]]](else:)[[Start Game]] [[Revisit Ending]] [[Special Thanks]]

(if:$helpWebster is not true and $helpDillon is not true and $helpAdam is not true and $helpRocky is not true)[(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Bro, your friend's awake,"] (if: $metWebster is true)[Webster](else:)[the goat] says, gently nudging Jarby. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Huh? Oh, finally!"] Jarby pulls away from the goat, his muzzle damp with sweat. His voice is sultry, but higher than you'd expect from someone so large. He also speaks with a slight lisp, as though his tongue is too big for his mouth. Jarby points a clawed finger in the direction of Throckmorton and Adam. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Piggy, lovely lion, bring him to me."] As the two large servants approach you, you attempt to push yourself off the floor in a vain effort to escape. But within seconds, you feel their arms wrap around your bloated calves. You desperately try to scramble backwards away from Jarby as they drag you closer and closer to the bat. Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Wait! Adam, stop! Please!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Stop trying to get away,"]] the bat commands, and to your horror your arms immediately go limp. You simply can't move your limbs in a way that would move you farther away from Jarby. Before long, you are dragged across the room and presented to your captor. Your vision blurs as tears well up in your eyes. This is it. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["That was easy. You weren't as receptive to hypnosis last time."] Jarby looks you over, his irises glowing a sickly yellow in the dim light, and he sighs. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Can't say I thought we'd be having this conversation ever again. I'm fucking annoyed, to be honest. But from what my pets tell me, you don't remember anything from our first meeting, do you?"] Sweating profusely, you shake your head. The bat grins, flashing the prominent incisors responsible for the many scars on your flabby arms. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Yep, nothing at all. You must've fucked your brain something good to snap out of what I did to you. Still impressive, but it's not something you'll be able to repeat. And if you do, I'll just kill you!"] You tremble under his horrible gaze, but you muster up the courage to ask: (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["What are you going to do to me?"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Great question. What to do, what to do..."] Jarby ponders. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Livestock again, I guess. Your blood's kinda mid, but I don't have anywhere else for you, except maybe in the ground."] ]You know you don't have much time. If you don't want to go back to being cattle (or worse), someone is going to need to intervene. In your moment of need, you... (if: $throckySyringe is not true)[(if: $helpAdam is not true and $helpObtained is not true)[[[Look to Adam|helpAdam]] ]\ (if: $helpWebster is not true and $helpObtained is not true and $metWebster is true)[[[Look to Webster|helpWebster]] ]\ (if: $helpDillon is not true and $helpObtained is not true and $metDillon is true)[[[Look to Dillon|helpDillon]] ]\ (if: $helpRocky is not true and $helpObtained is not true and $metRocky is true)[[[Look to Rocky|helpRocky]] ]\ (if: $gotSyringe is true)[[[Inject the syringe into yourself|Syringe Ending]] ]\ [[Surrender|Surrender Ending]]](else:)[[Realize Throckmorton is stepping forward|Throckmorton Ending]]

Seems like this has been going on for a while. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["...And you thought it was fine to just let him wander around the house unsupervised?"] The pig growls, jabbing a pudgy finger into Adam's chest. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["You brainless fucking idiot, don't you know who this is?!"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Throcky, I'm really sorry! Nobody told me anything about that, he's just been my Four!"] Adam whines. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I didn't see any harm in letting him free roam a little bit. Besides, he's over 600 pounds now!"] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Being fat doesn't make someone harmless, Adam! Anyone with an ounce of sense would have called me immediately. Master, I'm going to discipline Adam later."] Jarby briefly pulls away from (if: $metWebster is true)[Webster's](else:)[the goat's] armpit. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure. Go ahead,"] he says absently before shoving his face back into the goat. You hear a muffled (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I don't give a shit."] Adam gives a pitiful whimper and you see his leonine ears go flat against his head. The bottom-heavy deer next to him stares daggers at (if: $metThrocky is true)[Throckmorton](else:)[the pig]. The pig sneers. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Don't you give me that fucking look, boy, or I'll snap your leg again. And you, Dillon, did you just go along with this? You're supposed to be the smart one here!"] (if: $metDillon is not true)[A chubby, bespectacled donkey with an impressively huge cock leans back against a wall and sighs. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Sheriff, I honestly didn't know he was up until Master summoned everyone to the room. I was in my office the entire time."]](else:)[Dillon flinches, but stands his ground. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Sheriff, you know very well that I can't do anything that isn't in Master's interest. I carefully calculated the risk and determined that Four posed no threat to Master's safety. And I was right, wasn't I? Master is safe."]] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["You're all lucky nothing happened. If he had-"] Adam gasps. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["He's awake!"] Your hide crawls as everyone turns to look at you. Everyone except Jarby, who moans blissfully as he continues to huff the fat goat's armpit. [[//"Uh... Hey, guys!"//|Jarby Judgement 3]] [[//"Please don't hurt me."//|Jarby Judgement 3]] [[Say nothing|Jarby Judgement 3]]

As you waddle over to the note, you realize that the accompanying key is for a car. You pick up the note and read through it. --- //Andrew, Master asked me to check your car. I barely fit inside the fucking thing, but I didn't find anything wrong. Drives fine. You probably just fucked up the ABS when you slammed your brakes on that ice. Pump them next time, moron. Trade in the car before you get too fat for it. -Throckmorton// --- Seems like you just found your ticket out of here. You take the car key with you. [[Return|Dormitory]] (set: $keyObtained to true) (set: $heardThrockmorton to true)

Sifting through these documents, you quickly piece together that these are plans and preparations for an expansion of Jarby's domain. You manage to find a sketched map of the proposed layout. When the snow melts, construction will begin on a larger, more lavish home just across the street. Shortly after, workers will start on a dedicated barn to house "livestock" such as yourself. There are also plans for an artificial pond, some greenhouses, and even security fencing around the perimeter of the property. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I see you've found some of our plans for this place,"] you hear Dillon say. The chubby, bespectacled donkey is leaning back in his office chair with his hands folded atop his poochy belly. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm not an expert – at least, I don't think I am – but this seems unnecessary and expensive. Why not just move into a vacant mansion somewhere? If he can afford all this, then surely he can afford that."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["This was all before my enthralling, but Jarby had a reason for moving out here,"] Dillon replies, cleaning his glasses on his shirt. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["When you're what he is, it's hard to avoid attention. Jarby wants a secure compound for himself and his playthings, which isn't a option in a more densely populated area. It's much easier to take control of local authorities and enforce silence when you're practically in the middle of nowhere."] You nod. That all makes sense, but... (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Why here in particular? I'm still sure he could have found a remote mansion in some woods somewhere."] Dillon just shrugs and turns back to his work. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Jarby wanted here. What Jarby wants, Jarby gets. I just make it work."] [[Return|Take a peek at some documents]]

The contents appear to document the trial of an experimental mass gain powder developed by Redd Pharmaceuticals, with each report dated weeks apart. The first page is a waiver signed by a college-age liger named Harper, fully absolving Redd Pharmaceuticals and their partners of any liability. There is also a strict non-disclosure agreement – the participant is forbidden from sharing any details of the trial with others. You're unsure how much of it would have held up in court, but the documents appear official and intimidating. Intrigued, you skim through the trial reports. (text-style:"underline")[''Week 0''] Harper, strapped for cash and encouraged by his coach to bulk up for football, signs the waiver and strips naked for initial measurements. A low-quality print of a photograph shows a strapping young liger standing at 6'5", grinning cockily and flexing an impressively large bicep at the camera. He's unusually lean for a football player, with defined abs and a slender waist. He's given a large tub of the powder and is instructed to mix a heaping cupful of the stuff into a shake three times per day. He is to record himself preparing and drinking the shake each time as proof, or else he will be in violation of his contract. The participant, Harper, assures the researchers that this is no problem, and that he's eager to put on some mass for his team. (text-style:"underline")[''Week 3''] The liger astonishes even the research team by packing on forty pounds within the first few weeks. His abdominal muscles are no longer visble, having been swallowed up by a doughy paunch. Despite the liger's stringent exercise routine, the vast majority of his new mass is pure fat. Testing shows that the liger's metabolism has already tanked. His stomach growls noisily as measurements are taken – noted as evidence that the powder's appetite-enhancing properties appear to be working as expected. It's also noticed that the liger is producing much more sweat than usual. The reasearchers note that the participant has voiced concern about his rapid weight gain. The participant is reminded to come back in three weeks. [[Continue reading|Folder 2]] [[Return|Take a peek at some documents]]

Peaceful or not, you know that this monster needs to pay for what he's done not just to you, but to everyone he's hurt. You're done being a victim. Seeing your opportunity to take your revenge, you move your hands to Jarby's neck. Or at least, where you think his trachea would be, buried under all that fat. You wrap your pudgy fingers around his white-furred throat, but before you can begin to squeeze, you feel a sharp, stinging pain in your lower leg. Stifling a scream of pain, you look down to see Rocky gnawing on your calf. He meets your eyes and growls. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Rocky, let go! I need to do this!"] Rocky does let go, and you see the ginger fur around where he bit is soaked with red. Perhaps he's a better guard dog than you gave him credit. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Master! Wake up! Wake up!"] the husky screams, slamming his bulk against Jarby's bed. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Rocky, stop!"] you plead with him. Barking loudly, the dog continues to jostle his master's bed. [[Continue|Jarby wakes up]] (set: $opinionRocky to it - 5)

(text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Shut the fuck up."] Before you can say anything more, Throckmorton brings his taser to the side of your neck. You feel a shooting, excruciating pain, and then everything goes to black. [[Continue|Jarby Judgement]]

The pig offers a sympatheic smile and gently grips your thick wrist. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Don't worry, it'll all be over soon. Let's get you somewhere warm, yeah?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yeah... Sounds good,"] you answer, starting to catch your breath. Thank goodness someone helpful found you when they did. Much longer, and you definitely would have collapsed. Throckmorton pulls you over to the back of the truck and unlatches the tailgate. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Get on up there, fat boy."] You initially struggle to heft your huge form into the raised bed of the truck, but then you feel the pig's palms push against your asscheeks to lift you up. The truck's suspension wobbles as many hundreds of pounds of fox blubber climbs onto the bed. Once you're on, you're embarrased to find that your body is almost wide enough to brush up against the side panels. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["There we go. Alright, Four, let's get you home."] The pig removes a taser from his belt and moves to the side of the truck's bed, where you're resting your bulk against the cold steel panel. [[//"Wait, hold on!"//|Throcky Road 4]]

The pig rolls his eyes and sighs. He retrieves a pistol from his belt and cocks it, pointing the barrel up towards the sky. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Get in the fucking truck, Four."] You freeze. So he does know who you are. Or at least that you're an escaped thrall. Annoyed with your hesitation, the pig aims the gun directly at your head. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Get in the fucking truck!"] he shouts, spraying spittle at you. He doesn't look like he's bluffing. One squeeze of the trigger, and you're dead. Trembling, you waddle over to the back of the truck and watch as the obese pig lowers the tailgate. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["You've been a real pain in my ass, you know. Master's gonna be pissed,"] the pig grumbles. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["These fucking thralls. Leave it to me to fix everything once again. Adam didn't even fucking know you'd left the house. Dumbass."] You don't think he wants to hear a reply, so you say nothing. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Get in,"] he commands again, stepping aside. His pistol is still trained on you. You initially struggle to heft your huge form into the raised bed of the truck, but then you feel the pig's palms push against (and squeeze) your asscheeks to lift you up. The truck's suspension wobbles as many hundreds of pounds of fox blubber climbs onto the bed. Once you're on, you're embarrased to find that your body is almost wide enough to brush up against the side panels. Throckmorton grins to himself as he sees the fear on your face. The pig removes a taser from his belt and moves to the side of the truck's bed, where you're resting your bulk against the cold steel panel. [[//"Wait, hold on!"//|Throcky Road 4]]

You hold back the urge to whistle. Pushed up against the back of the safe are five gold bars and stacks upon stacks of $100 bills. It turns out that you're quite good at quick math and estimation – in under a minute, you've calculated with certainty that there's at least $20,000 in cash in this safe, and that's excluding the value of the gold. You briefly consider taking some of the cash with you, but decide against it. You don't have an easy way to store it, and you've got more pressing matters on your mind. [[Return|Open the safe]]

Dillon glances over to see what you've been reading. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["The liger? One of the first few trials of the shake powder you've been forced to ingest,"] he says, and then turns back to his work as though his response was somehow enough to answer all of your questions. You tap the folder with a pudgy finger. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["How do you have this? Is Jarby involved with this Redd company somehow?"] Dillon sighs and turns to you again. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["It's tangentially an asset. Jarby and some like-minded individuals provide Redd Pharmaceuticals with all the funding they'd ever need to conduct life-ruining and often illegal experiments. In return, Jarby gets the perfect slurry to feed his mindless thralls."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I can't believe Harper would ask for more of that stuff,"] you say, shuddering. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Why was this out, anyways? Sounds like this trial wasn't recent."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Jarby is looking for new livestock and remembered that report fondly. I was able to locate the liger – he's in a studio apartment a few states over, living off the income he gets from streaming."] The donkey's frown suddenly deepens. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["One can make a decent amount of money from eating and masturbating on camera."] [[Return|Take a peek at some documents]]

Your instincts scream for you to run, but as you struggle to rise from your inclined bed, you look down and realize something terrible: you may not be as big as the blob, but you're pretty fucking massive yourself. Escape will not be easy at your size. To say that you are morbidly obese would be putting it too gently. Your flabby, swollen pecs are large enough to put any woman to shame, and your gut is a boulder of soft, jiggly dough. You lift your thickened arms and involuntarily gasp as the sudden motion causes some sort of sharp apparatus to be yanked from your hide. Crimson beads begin to well from these points, and you also notice that your arms are pockmarked with numerous scabs and scars. The blood in your veins runs cold when you recognize that most of these scars were clearly left by teeth. You want to scream. You want to cry yourself back to sleep and hope that you'll wake up somewhere nice with all of your memories intact. But you know that will solve nothing. This is real. There's a lot to process, nearly too much, but that can come later. For now, you need to keep it together and get the fuck out of here. [[Roll yourself off the bed and get on your feet|Basement]]

Rocky shakes his head. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Master big sleepy."] You look over at the sleeping vampire bat, who is much too close for your comfort. Though to be fair, "comfort" would be thousands of miles away. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Really? I get he's a heavy sleeper, but he won't wake up if we talk like this?"] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Adam breed Rocky loud,"] Rocky says with a dopey grin. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Adam yell. Master no wake."] Well, that settles that. [[Return|Interaction Rocky]] (set: $talkRockyJarby to true)

(text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Adam! Rocky love Adam. Adam love Rocky."] Rocky says with a beaming smile. It's obvious that he truly loves Adam. But is that love still genuine if it's part of Jarby's control over him? (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["He mentioned that the two of you came here from a college fraternity together. What was that like?"] Rocky doesn't immediately answer, but his eyelids droop and he begins to pant. It takes you a moment to realize that he's humping his doggy bed. His obese body ripples with each excited thrust. You sigh. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["...I take it you had a good time, then."] Rocky snaps back to attention, as though he had temporarily forgotten you were there. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Good time!"](if:$talkDillonRocky is true)[ (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Do you remember Luther?"] Rocky thinks for a moment. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["No!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Really? Nothing comes to mind when I say that name?"] The dog shakes his head and yawns.] [[Return|Interaction Rocky]] (set: $talkRockyAdam to true)

(text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Pet! Pet Rocky!"] the obese husky practically squeals as he crawls closer to you, his huge belly dragging on the carpet. His fluffy tail wags happily behind him. Even if he's not really a dog, it's hard not to get caught up in his puppy-like excitement. You reach down and use your short claws to give him a good scratch behind the ears. Rocky immediately shuts his eyes and pants blissfully, his long tongue lolling out of the side of his muzzle. He lets out a low moan of pleasure. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You really like this, huh?"] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Arf!"] You move on to stroking his back. His fur is surprisingly soft, though he could definitely use a bath. It's oddly soothing, actually. Just like petting a real dog... You jerk your hand back in surprise when you feel something cold and wet suddenly press against your balls and fupa. Rocky's sniffing at your crotch. You shudder as you feel his warm tongue lick your taint, and you quickly take a step back. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["O-okay, that's enough for now."] Rocky cocks his head at you, as if confused why you'd want him to stop, but he seems to be in a good mood after receiving some pets. [[Return|Interaction Rocky]] (set: $talkRockyPet to true) (set: $opinionRocky to it + 1)

Rocky's eyes immediately go wide. You hold his absolute attention. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Is... me?"] The world seems to go still as he eagerly awaits your answer. Even Jarby's snoring seems a little quieter. [[//"It's you! You're a good boy!"//|talkRockyGoodboy1]] [[//"Maybe. A good boy would tell me Jarby's secrets. Does his hypnosis have any weaknesses?"//|talkRockyGoodboy2]] (set: $talkRockyGoodboy to true)

Rocky cocks his head. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Code?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yeah, the safe over there needs a special combination of numbers to open. You're in this room all the time, right? Surely you've seen Jarby open it?"] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Number,"] Rocky says, looking incredibly focused. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["One... Two... Three..."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yes, that's right. What's next?"] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Four... Five..."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Rocky, are you just counting up?"] Rocky looks like he's straining himself now. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Six..."] Numbers don't seem to be this pup's strong suit. He also doesn't know the code, unfortunately. [[Return|Interaction Rocky]]

Rocky's eyes go even wider, and his tail wags fast enough to blur. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["I'm the good boy! I'm the good boy!"] He's so excited and happy he looks almost on the verge of tears. You can't help but smile, too. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Rocky good boy!"] You chuckle. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yeah. You're the good boy!"] Is this a little strange? Sure. But you can't help but find it endearing. [[Return|Interaction Rocky]] (set: $opinionRocky to it + 1)

Anger immediately flashes on Rocky's swollen face. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["No!"] he growls. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Good boy not say! Mean!"] Damn. You'd hoped it would be that easy. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Come on, Rocky. There's no harm in it. Don't you wanna be a good boy? I can get you more treats. Good boys get lots of tasty treats, right?"] Rocky wavers. He does want to be a good boy. But... (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Good boy not say. Rocky love Master. Rocky protect."] You sigh. When it comes to Jarby, he can't be bought so easily with praise and treats. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Alright, then. Keep your secrets."] The obese husky just huffs in irritation. [[Return|Interaction Rocky]] (set: $opinionRocky to it - 1)

Rocky nods emphatically. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Rocky guard dog! Rocky keep Master safe!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That's actually pretty noble of you. You're a loyal pup, huh?"] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Noble pup! Loyal pup!"] the husky cries, tail wagging behind him. His excitement is infectious, and you can't help but give him a smile. Though his scars – you can almost be certain those were inflicted by Jarby or one of his thralls. You're not sure you want to know the whole story, but Rocky's brainwashing obviously didn't go smoothly. He must have suffered a lot. And yet he wholeheartedly believes that Jarby is his savior. You glance back over at the slumbering bat, who is still snoring the day away. Rocky licks the back of your hand. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["New friend okay?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yeah,"] you say. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["New fr- er, I'm fine."] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Good!"] [[Return|Interaction Rocky]] (set: $opinionRocky to it + 1)

Rocky tilts his head, clearly unsure what you mean. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Arf?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Come on, you can snap out of this. I was able to shake it off. You can too."] Rocky looks away briefly as he seems to process what you said. And then, the supersized husky shakes his whole body, as if he were drying off after a bath. He meets your gaze with a dumb grin, clearly expecting approval. You sigh.(text-colour:#F2D7A1)[ "No, not like that. You're not a real dog, Rocky. Jarby didn't save you. He made you think you're a dog. You're a regular person, just like me."] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["No. Rocky dog,"] he states. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["New friend stupid."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Alright, forget it. I'm sorry you're like this."] Rocky merely tilts his head in confusion once more. [[Return|Interaction Rocky]] (set: $opinionRocky to it - 1)

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Master, wait!"] Dillon shouts, suddenly putting himself between you and the bat. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Please, if you would-"] You hear an audible //thwap// as Jarby backhands the donkey, sending his glasses flying. Dillon takes a step back and grunts in pain, rubbing the side of his snout. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Fucking seriously, Dillon? Does Throckmorton need to discipline you as well?"] Jarby growls. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["The fuck has gotten into you? I don't want to hypnotize you more than I already have, but I will if you're going to be so fucking insubordinate."] Unexpectedly, Dillon gets on his knees and places both hands on Jarby's gut. He begins to slowly and sensually rub his master's fat body. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Please, Master. I'll start drinking those disgusting shakes. I'll never mention Rachel again. I'll let you do whatever you want to me. Just let Jack be a person. He can be your loyal servant, just like me,"] Dillon brings his snout closer to Jarby's soft overhang and gives it a reluctant kiss. You can hardly believe that Dillon would debase himself like this to protect you. He's trembling almost as much as you are. Jarby cackles. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Oh? Oh! Yes, you'll do all of that, actually. And if I have to hypnotize you into fulfilling your promises to your dear Master, Jack goes back to being Four. Or maybe I'll make you kill him. Got it?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Y-yes, Master,"] he answers. [[Continue|Dillon Thrall Ending 3]]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Good bitch,"] Jarby says, lifting up his overhang to reveal his musky cock and huge balls to his assistant. You see the donkey try and fail to stifle a gag. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Get in there and lick my nuts while I finish this next part."] Dillon whimpers and turns to you – he's panicked, but gives you a shaky nod. Then, the donkey slowly leans forward and brings his long tongue to Jarby's fuzzy testicles, giving them an unenthusiastic lick, and then another. You hear Throckmorton chuckle in amusement behind you. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["That's it. Come to think of it, it's been a while since I've done anything with that monster cock of yours. I should have you fuck me later, once Jack's settled in."] Jarby says, dropping his overhang on Dillon's head and burying him under his flab. The donkey cries out, but ultimately makes no move to leave from his position. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Now, Jack. You ready?"] You gulp. This is it. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Y-yeah?"] The glow of the bat's eyes suddenly intensifies, and you feel frozen in place. Everything – the idle chatter of the thralls, the muffled whimpering of Dillon, your own heartbeat – goes completely silent. Everything else loses focus. There is only you and the bat. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["I have your loyalty. You will always act in my best interest. That extends to the house. Do you understand?"]] And just like that, you're back in the room. You don't feel much different, though you have a slight headache. [[//"Yes?"//|Dillon Thrall Ending 4]]

Jarby nods. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Yeah, that one's quick and easy. I'm pretty sure it worked, but if it didn't, I'll have Throckmorton take you out back and shoot you in the head. So be on your best behavior, yeah?"] You slowly look up at Throckmorton, who gives you a sadistic, yellow-toothed grin. He'd do it, and enjoy it, too. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["O-of course, Jarby,"] you stammer out, eliciting a raised eyebrow from the bat. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Master,"] you correct yourself. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["That's a good thrall. You've got most of your free will, but you'd better not fucking disappoint me."] Jarby hefts up his gut, exposing Dillon's head to the semi-fresh air of the room. The donkey sputters and gasps for air, his mane disheveled and damp with the bat's sweat. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Go on, then. Get him sorted. Whatever you do, teach him to do it, too."] Dillon, still shaking, picks up his glasses from the floor and stands up. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Yes. I'll... I'll get on that."] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Adam, bring Dillon some shake later. Ensure that he drinks all of it. His little potbelly is cute, but I want more."] The lion nods just once, but his tail swishes with excitement. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Come on, let's go,"] Dillon mutters as he tightly grips your flabby wrist and helps pull you onto your feet. He immediately leads you out of the room, ignoring the snickering and whispering of the other thralls as you pass them. The donkey's eyes are red and glistening. As soon as you both step into the hallway, he can't hold it back any longer. You make it halfway to his office before he stops walking, sobs wracking his chubby body as his tears fall to the carpeting. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I hope you fucking appreciate what I just did for you,"] he chokes out. [[Hug Dillon|Dillon Thrall Ending 5]]

You wrap your thick arms around Dillon and bring him in for a hug, almost engulfing him with your overweight body. You feel him immediately tense up, and you think he's about to push you away, but then he relaxes. You feel his arms on your sides as he hesitantly returns the hug. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I do, Dillon. Thank you."] The donkey buries his head in your chest and sobs. He squeezes you tightly as you gently rub his back. Behind you, you hear laughter and moans of pleasure from your master's bedroom – they seem to have moved on to an orgy, and it's getting loud. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Come on, let's get you to your room."] [[One Year Later|Dillon Thrall Ending 6]]

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Come on, that's enough for today. You said you'd be done fifteen minutes ago."] A pudgy, gray-furred hand shuts your laptop, which, per usual, rests on your gut. You look up to see Dillon's chubby-cheeked face grinning down at you. You smile back. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Sorry, just wanted to double-check a few more things."] The morbidly obese donkey makes a big show of rolling his eyes and shaking his head. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["We worked out the logistics together. The deliveries will go off without a hitch, don't worry. There's nothing more for us to do, so let's just relax. We've earned it."] Dillon carefully lowers his bulk next to you on the sofa, which has begun to sag again despite the new metal reinforcements. He leans into you and places a hand on your trunk-like thigh, squeezing gently. You note that his own thighs are nearly as meaty as yours, now. You don't think you've grown much larger since becoming Dillon's assistant, but the donkey's weight quickly exploded from being forced to drink Adam's shakes on a daily basis. He was self-conscious about it for a long time, and you even caught him exercising on more than a few occasions, but you were able to help him come to terms with his new weight. He's said that he'd still much prefer to be skinny again, but honestly, he's much better to cuddle with all this extra padding. [[Continue|Dillon Thrall Ending 7]]

Neither of you expected to grow so close so quickly, let alone on a romantic level, but you hit it off right away. Even after you'd finish your work for Jarby, you'd while away the evenings just chatting or watching shows together. And then one night, a now-fattened Dillon had one too many drinks and messily confessed that he might love you. But then he puked and cried about his ex-wife for an hour until you were able to get him to bed. Still, once the construction of Jarby's new manor finished up, the two of you moved into the same spacious bedroom. You're careful not to bring up his ex-wife, as you suspect that will always be a sore topic for him, but he seems... content, despite everything. Maybe even happy. You hope that you make him happy. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["You good, Jack? You're staring,"] Dillon asks, bringing you back to reality. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yeah, just thinking, is all. I can't believe it's been a year already."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Has it?"] Dillon's eyes widen. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Shit. I suppose it has. Well-"] Dillon cuts himself off as you both hear the familiar plodding of heavy footsteps approach the room. There's a knock on the door, and a barely mobile Adam peeks his head in. It's a good thing the new house is all one floor – there's no way the formerly atheletic lion would be able to climb stairs nowadays. It's a small miracle he can even get around at his size. [[//"Hey, Adam. Is it time for dinner already?"//|Dillon Thrall Ending 8]]

The enormous lion braces himself on your doorframe and pants heavily, dripping sweat onto the hardwood floor. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Yeah... Hot pot. Your... *wheeze*... favorite."] Dillon gives Adam a warm smile. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Thanks, tell the others we'll be there soon."] Adam nods, takes a deep breath, and waddles back down the hall. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["He really should just text us or something. Or maybe he *wants* to build up a sweat and stink up the dining room,"] Dillon says. He chuckles, but you notice he's turned away. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Do you think I'll be that big someday? I've spoken to Jarby again, but he still wants me to keep drinking the shakes..."] You recall his deal with Jarby. If he were to ever refuse the shakes, Jarby would take away your mind and consign you to livestock. You know from Dillon's bad days that he's utterly terrified of losing you. You reach over and give his doughy gut a playful pat. It's actually not that large for his weight – most of his fat has gone to his ass and moobs. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Even if you do end up as big as Adam, I'll still find you beautiful. You'll always be perfect to me, regardless of your size."] Dillon's fat face flushes red. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Well, hopefully it doesn't come to that. Unlike Adam and some of the other boys, I appreciate my mobility. But thank you – I know you'll always be there for me. Always."] He leans in for a kiss, which you happily oblige. He says you're a sloppy kisser, but he doesn't seem to mind a bit of fox slobber. He pulls away with a contented sigh. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I love you, Jack."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I love you too, Dillon. Now come on, let's get to dinner before the other greedy bastards eat all the good stuff."] ''(text-style:"underline")[3 - DILLON THRALL END]'' ''Code:'' contented (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Alright, Four, that's enough chatting. Time to go back where you belong."] The glow of the bat's eyes suddenly intensifies, and you feel frozen in place. Everything – the idle chatter of the thralls, your own pounding heartbeat – goes completely silent. Everything else loses focus. There is only you and the bat. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["You are nothing but mindless livestock. Docile and dumb, numb to everything around you."]] He's... right. You're just livestock. Dumb... stupid... livestock. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["All you know is eating and sleeping – there is nothing else to your simple existence. No thoughts, no feelings, only stupid animal hunger. You will eat for me, grow for me. Become a perfect blood bag to satisfy my thirst."]] Your mind empties like water though a sieve. No thoughts. No feelings. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["M-moo..."] ''(text-style:"underline")[1 - SURRENDER END]'' ''Code:'' moo (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Something I fucking forgot about, is what,"] Jarby grumbles. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Well, this is just great. You all let Four get into my fucking safe. Thanks so much, everyone! Fucking idiots."] An awkward silence falls over the room. All of Jarby's thralls, especially Adam, look a bit sheepish. You hear someone cough. Throckmorton clears his throat. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Master, I can discipline all-"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Oh my god, do whatever the fuck you want."] Jarby buries his face in his hands and groans. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Maybe it doesn't work. I don't know if there's a shelf life on this shit. Hey, Four!"] You look up and meet Jarby's gaze. His eyes glow with an unearthly light. You're nervous, but you've got a good feeling about what comes next. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Bray like a donkey for me."] More silence. You wait, but the compulsion to bray doesn't come. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Lift your arms."] Your arms remain at your sides. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Stop breathing!"] ...You fill your lungs with air and exhale. [[//"You will never control me again."//|Syringe Ending 3]]

Jarby sighs. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["No, I guess not. That's frustrating. I don't like feeling frustrated."] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Want me to kill him?"] Throckmorton asks, sounding almost giddy at the prospect. Shit. Dillon looks sickened and shares an uneasy glance with Adam, but neither makes any move to leave. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Hmm... No. This is the second time this guy has pissed me off now. Death wouldn't be satisfying,"] Jarby says, squeezing his triple chin as he thinks. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You've been weirdly fond of breaking bones lately, Piggy. Fuck up his legs and chain him to his bed in the basement. He can stay livestock. Do it here, though, I want to watch."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Wait, hold-"] Adam covers your mouth with his hand and pushes you onto your back, forcing you to lie supine on the carpeted floor. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Sorry, Four. I told you not to cause trouble."] He gives you a quick, pitying look, and then nods to Throckmorton. The pig slams his boot down on your right kneecap with enough weight to fracture bone. You scream into Adam's palm as pain you never thought possible shoots through your leg and into your brain. It hurts so much you want to puke. Adrenaline pumping, you try to scramble away, but Adam keeps you firmly on the floor. Though at your size, you probably wouldn't have been able to move much regardless. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Now for the other leg."] You plead for him to stop, tears streaming down your fat cheeks, but your desperate words are muffled beyond understanding. Once more, Throckmorton brings his full weight down on your knee. You hear a snap, and then you black out from the agony. [[??? Months Later|Syringe Ending 4]]

You've long lost track of how much time has passed since that night. Per Jarby's command, you woke up back in the basement, chained tightly to your bariatric bed. Not that you'd ever be able to escape with your ruined kneecaps. Upon finding you awake, Adam promptly shoved a tube funnel into your maw and strapped it shut. During feeding, you found you had two choices: drink the sickly sweet slurry he poured into you, or suffocate. Sometimes you consider suffocation, but instead you gulp down the vile, viscous liquid and feel it fill up your ever-expanding stomach. Adam never says a word to you, or even looks you in the eye. One batch must have been drugged, as you woke one morning to discover – to your absolute horror and revulsion – that your arms and legs were gone. In their place were bandaged stumps. You screamed and cried for half a day, though it all came out as a strange, muffled sounds from the other end of the funnel. In addition to feeding you, washing you, and occasionally siphoning your blood, Adam now had the added duty of replacing your bandages until your nubs were healed. As your body, now comprised just of torso, pelvis, and head, grew fatter, the icy draft from the cracked window grew warmer. Before long, you knew that spring had arrived. With the thaw, you began to routinely wake to a cacophany of sawing and hammering, as well as the gruff barking of construction workers. You were never able to call out to them for help, try as you did. The noise went on for months and months, until one day your mornings were silent once again. That evening, Adam poured more drugged shake into the funnel. [[Continue|Syringe Ending 5]]

When you came to, you found yourself in an unfamiliar place: a long, tall-ceilinged room with plain concrete flooring and red metal panneling for walls. Metal dividers separated the space into a dozen smaller sub-rooms, with a straight path between leading to an unusually wide door. Even in your groggy state, you recognized immediately that you were in a barn. For just around a week, you were alone in this room, with thrice-daily visits from your caretaker and captor, Adam. You don't know know what happened to Three, or even if he was still alive. He never did stop growing, and he was already dangerously huge when you first met him. And then one day, you had a roommate. A quarter-ton liger with a freshly branded number 5 on his ass was led into the barn, followed a few days later by a slender squirrel with number 6. Before long, the barn was halfway filled with thralls of varying sizes and species. Like Three and (formerly) yourself, they seemed to have had their minds reduced to simple livestock. They have no idea of the horror of their situation. You envy them. ''(text-style:"underline")[2 - SYRINGE END]'' ''Code:'' needle (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

Throckmorton doesn't drop to his knees to orally pleasure the bat. Within the span of a moment, you see a tempest of different emotions play out on Jarby's bloated face: confusion, then outrage, and then finally fear. His pinkish eyes stare in horror at the pig, whose face shows only one emotion: Satisfaction. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["No, I don't think I will,"] Throckmorton says. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Never understood why some folks like giving head. Too much fuckin' work, and you don't get anything in return."] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["How? How?!"] Jarby practically shrieks. The pig produces an empty syringe from his shirt pocket and offers it to Jarby. The vampire bat snatches it and brings it closer to his face, eyes narrowing and then widening with recognition. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Fuck! This thing actually works?"] Jarby says, hands shaking. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You went into my fucking safe?!"] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["No, he did."] Throckmorton points a pudgy finger in your direction, and immediately you feel Jarby turn his baleful gaze upon you. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Sneaky little fatass somehow managed to get into your safe, grab that bitch Marcia's little experiment, and jab it into me when I came to stop him from disturbing the peace and quiet of your domain."] [[Continue|Throckmorton Ending 3]]

Jarby breathes out a sigh of relief. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Well, fuck. Once again, Piggy, you've proven your loyalty to me. I should have known you wouldn't have done this to yourself,"] the bat says, squeezing his servant's thigh. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Such a shame for Four to waste the contents of this syringe on you. I had no to plans to enthrall you, so ultimately nothing's changed!"] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Well, I wouldn't say that,"] Throckmorton chuckles. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["As you said, I've proven my loyalty to you time and time again. I'm as loyal as any brainfucked idiot, and yet you've never once had to hypnotize me. And now, that's not even an option. I think I'm due a reward for my loyalty, Master."] Jarby recoils with a look of disgust, as if he just smelled something rotten. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Fine. What do you want?"] he sighs. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I've already told you I can't make you a vampire – it doesn't work like that."] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["No, I know. But I still want a thrall."] Throckmorton looks down at you with a self-satisfied grin. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Give me him."] Your blood freezes in your veins as you lock eyes with the obese pig. His eyes are small and beady, but full of vicious hunger. And he wants //you// as his thrall. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["W-wait, hold on!"] you stammer. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Pipe down, trash. We're having a fucking conversation here."] [[Continue|Throckmorton Ending 4]]

Jarby bites his lip for a moment. He looks down at you, then at the syringe in his hand, and then back at you. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You can have him. Feel free to do whatever the fuck you want with him – I would have probably just killed him anyways."] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Mighty generous of you, Master,"] Throckmorton says. He holds Jarby's clawed hand in his and brings it to his snout for a kiss. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["You gonna work your magic on him for me? I want him just as obedient and submissive as Adam and your other toys, but only for me."] The bat rolls his eyes. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I guess. Just grab his head for me so he can't look away."] As Throckmorton turns and takes a step in your direction, you try to will your body to flee, but Jarby's earlier command to stop trying to get away still sticks. Escape isn't an option. Instead, you turn your head away from the bat and plead with the others in the room to intervene. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Please, no! Adam, Rocky, anyone – help me!"] But none come to your aid. No thrall in their right mind would dare get between Throckmorton and what he wants. The pig reaches down and yanks you roughly by your hair. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["We're gonna have a lot of fun together."] You try to squirm and scream, but he holds your muzzle shut with a large, callused hand. With his other hand, he guides your head until you're looking right at the bat. Jarby leans forward. The glow of the bat's eyes suddenly intensifies, and you feel frozen in place. Everything – the idle chatter of the thralls, your own pounding heartbeat – goes completely silent. Everything else loses focus. There is only you and the bat. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Throckmorton is your master. You would do anything to satisfy him, without question. You will do anything he asks, without question. You would kill for him. You would die for him. You are his. Now, say it."]] [[//"I am his."//|Throckmorton Ending 5]]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Good thrall. Make sure you keep your new master happy, yeah?"]] The glow of Jarby's eyes dims, and you slowly realize that you're back in the room. Despite a slight headache, you don't feel much different – your mind is still nigh-overwhelmed by the same fear and trepidation as before, but now there's bit of confusion added to the mix. Perhaps it didn't work? (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["How you feelin', Four?"] Throckmorton asks, releasing his grip on you. You look up at him and... Oh, there it is. Your heart skips a beat as you and your master lock eyes. Instantly, your mind is flooded with feelings of warmth and adoration towards the obese pig. That rugged stubble, those cute little tusks, the way he carries himself with absolute self-assurance despite barely fitting into his manly uniform – how did you fail to notice just how devastatingly handsome he is? How lucky you are, to be chosen as his servant. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I... I think I love you,"] you say. You'd do anything for this man. Anything for his affection. The pig chuckles and tussles your hair. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Well, let's give this a whirl."] Throckmorton unfastens his belt and drops his pants, revealing a musky fupa that has entirely engulfed his pitifully small junk. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Suck //my// dick, pet."] This will be a challenge. You're almost positive there's not enough cock to suck, but you wouldn't want to say anything that would embarass him, even if what comes to mind is a miniature pig in a blanket. But you exist only to make him happy, and so you bring your muzzle to his crotch and deeply inhale his musky scent. You use your hands to push back his fupa as best you can, allowing you to reach the tip of his cock with your tongue. It seems good enough for him, as you can feel his cock throb and harden with each lick. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["There we fucking go. Can't wait to take you home and break you in..."] [[Six Months Later|Throckmorton Ending 6]]

There's a knock at the door. You almost think to rise and answer it, but then you remember your place. Today, you are merely Master's footstool, and so you remain on the floor and keep Throckmorton's feet elevated and comfortable as he lounges in his supersized armchair. Your master is almost as fat as you now, despite Jarby's insistence that he remain mobile enough to protect his domain – he frequently complains about foot pain. Smoking an imported cigar, Throckmorton blows a cloud of rank tobacco smoke from the side of his mouth. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Come in,"] he calls. Two burly police officers enter Throckmorton's office, dragging a handcuffed gecko in tow. The lizard's blueish skin isn't enough to conceal the dark bruises marring his face, and his large eyes dart around the lavishly decorated room in a panic. His gaze lingers on you for just a second longer, his battered face displaying a mix of confusion and revulsion. Despite his obvious terror, he holds himself high and gives off an air of stoic defiance. The fatter of the two officers, wearing a brimmed hat to denote his station as sheriff, steps forward. He bows respectfully and gestures to his captive. (text-colour:#c9baba)["Mister Mayor, I'm pleased to present to you the gentleman who has been disturbing the peace of Belfry."] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Took you boys long enough. He's been skulking around town for days, from what I've heard. Back when I did your job, I would've had him hogtied before Jarby in half an hour,"] Throckmorton grumbles. He takes a long drag of his cigar, and then picks it out of his mouth and points the burning end towards the gecko. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Now, Oscar, how are you finding our quaint little town?"] The gecko spits in his direction, landing almost far enough to hit you. (text-colour:#93BABA)["Fuck you, murderer! How do you even live with yourself, knowing you've sold out hundreds in service of your vampiric master?"] (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Life's never been easier,"] your master chuckles. He then looks to the two policemen. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Get him on the floor."] [[Continue|Throckmorton Ending 7]]

The sheriff nods, and then punches his prisoner in the stomach. While the gecko's bent over and gasping, the two larger men easily push him forward and keep him flat on Throckmorton's expensive antique rug. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Now, I don't want to give the wrong impression of Belfry hospitality, but you've overstayed your welcome,"] Throckmorton sighs. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["The Big Bat says his new barn is already full, so I'm afraid we don't have any space for you here. Besides, hunter types like you make shit livestock anyways – Four here is proof of that. I've got only one option."] The gecko is visibly trembling, but his eyes burn with hatred as he glares up at your master. But then he glances down at you again, eyes suddenly going wide. (text-colour:#93BABA)["Oh shit. No fucking way,"] he groans. (text-colour:#93BABA)["It's gotta be. Jack, is that you, buddy? It's me, Oscar!"] You don't answer. Furniture doesn't talk. (text-colour:#93BABA)["He got you. Fuck. We knew something happened when you vanished, but this... Shit, dude, snap out of it! Come on! You gotta help me!"] Throckmorton snorts. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Knew Four back in the day, did you? That makes this so much more enjoyable. Four, smother him."] [[Obey|Throckmorton Ending 8]]

(text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Of course, Master,"] you say as you begin to crawl towards the supine gecko before you, your massive gut dragging on Master's rug. If Master wants you to kill, then you kill. (text-colour:#93BABA)["Wait, no!"] The gecko begins to squirm and even tries to strike his captors with his tail, but Throckmorton's minions keep him pinned down with ease. (text-colour:#93BABA)["Jack! Please! You're stronger than this! You can break free! Come on, remember who you are! Remember what we did together in Marshfield!"] You continue crawling forward. You're above him now – your pumpkin-sized tits hang just a few inches above his face. (text-colour:#93BABA)["Jack, no! No! Please stop! I don't wan-"] His pleading is muffled as your doughy belly slides over his head. You feel him try to roll out from under you, but it's already much too late. You position yourself so his head is just above your navel, and then you let your full weight compress down upon him. In doing so, you crack several of his ribs. With his entirely upper body engulfed by your fat, you can feel his frantic, pounding heartbeat against your overstretched hide. You watch his slender legs thrash and kick as he grows more and more desperate to escape. After several minutes, his movements begin to slow. His limbs go limp and still, and you know that this gecko, Oscar, has breathed his last. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Footrest,"] your master commands. You smile at the satisfaction you hear in his voice. You roll off the warm corpse of the gecko and return to Master's armchair, where he places his aching feet on your back once again. You are nothing more than a tool to use as Master sees fit. It feels right. This is where you belong. ''(text-style:"underline")[7 - THROCKMORTON END]'' ''Code:'' mayor (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

Adam immediately pulls away, tail swishing bashfully. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Sorry, Master. Just the idea of you getting hurt..."] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I know. You're my fuzzy little protector, but you just get too excited. Look me in the eyes, lovely lion,"] Jarby says, placing a clawed hand on the side of Adam's face. When the lion complies, you see his eyes go half-lidded and his jaw slacken as Jarby speaks the next words. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You will be careful to not squeeze me that hard going forward. Be gentle with your master unless instructed otherwise."] After a few seconds, the focus returns to Adam's eyes. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Yes, Master. Sorry again, Master."] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I know it won't happen again. Anyways, help Four onto his feet. I want to get a better look at him, if you're so sure he'd be a good thrall for me."] Throckmorton and Adam grab you by the arms and help you onto your feet, though Throckmorton grumbles as he does so. You eye the door again, but you know Jarby's earlier command to stop trying to get away would still prevent you from making a run for it. Where would you even go, anyways? The bat squints and gives you a thorough scrutinizing, as though you were goods for sale. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Well, you are a lot cuter with all this extra blubber. You barely had any fat on your frame when I first saw you. Come closer."] When you obey, he reaches out and gives your underbelly a firm squeeze. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Very doughy – I like that. I wish I had a nice, soft tum like yours. Mine's too firm. (text-style:"smear")[Turn around."]] Before you know what's happening, you're already showing your backside to Jarby. Turned around, you can see that all eyes in the room are watching you and their master with curiosity. Except for the deer with the broken leg, who continues to glare at Throckmorton. You gasp as you feel an open-palmed slap across your left asscheek. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You've got an ass that just won't quit. That 4 brand is looking all sorts of fucked now, huh?"] [[Continue|Adam Thrall Ending 3]]

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Well? He's a keeper, right?"] Adam says, turning you around and throwing an arm around your shoulders. He reaches down and gives your belly a vigorous shaking, looking up at this master with a wide grin. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["And just look at this wobble! You think he's hot, I can tell!"] Jarby bites his lip. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I mean, he's fine. I could have any of you get as fat as him if I wanted. The issue is that we're pretty limited on space for a while, and Four's fat ass would take up a lot of room. How's his cock?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Five and a half inches, but now just a little nub. Balls slightly above average,"] Adam readily answers. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["H-hey!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["So nothing too special there, then,"] Jarby says. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["He's better as livestock. I'll just have you or Joaquin put on more weight. Grab his head for me, would you? Let's get this over with."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Before that, wouldn't you like to huff his pits?"] Adam suggests. Jarby squeezes one of his chins thoughtfully. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Well, I suppose I'd be remiss not to sample that. (text-style:"smear")[Four, shove your armpit in my face."]] Like before, your body seems to move of own volition. Your arm raises and your legs take a step forward to bring your warm, damp armpit to the vampire bat's nose. You feel Jarby inhale deeply, taking in as much of your scent as he can. And then he inhales again, suddenly clutching your shoulder and pulling your pit much harder against his nostrils. His huffing quickly grows more eager, and you feel him dig his claws into your hide. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Oh. Oh, shit,"] he moans into your armpit. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Fuck, that's good! Yeah, no, I'm keeping you."] [[Continue|Adam Thrall Ending 4]]

After another few moments of enthusiastic pit huffing, Jarby pulls his now-damp snout away from your armpit and releases his grip. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Nobody fucking told me how good you smelled,"] the bat sighs. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Alright, Four, no more basement for you. Focus on my eyes so I can make you a proper thrall."] You shoot Adam a look that you know conveys your uncertainty, but the fat lion just grins excitedly and gives you two thumbs up. He sees this as an absolute victory, but trading your free will for cognizance doesn't sound all that appealing to you. Still, you know you have no other option. At least you'll be happy. After taking one final moment to savor your mind's freedom, you steel yourself and meet Jarby's gaze. The glow of the bat's eyes suddenly intensifies, and you feel frozen in place. Everything – the idle chatter of the thralls, your own heartbeat – goes completely silent. Everything else loses focus. There is only you and the bat. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["I am your master. You adore me. You would do anything to satisfy me. You belong to me, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You are mine. Now, say it."]] You're distantly aware of the sensation of tears rolling down your cheeks. Not out of fear, but of awe. There is no being more wonderful – no being more perfect – and he has chosen you to serve him. You know your place in this terrifying existence, which is more than most can say for themselves. [[//"I am yours, Master."//|Adam Thrall Ending 5]]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["You love how fat you've become. There's nothing hotter to you than the idea of growing larger and larger. You eat not to satisfy your ravenous appetite, but to feel your body balloon outwards with soft, lucious fat."]] A moan escapes your throat. Your hands reach down and explore your morbidly obese body with a newfound appreciation. The plushness of your massive gut, nearly hanging to your knees, and the supple softness of your melon-sized moobs – it's sublime. You want more. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["That's right, Four. But that's not a fitting name for you anymore. Let's call you... How about just Fat? Yes, that's your name now. Say it."]] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["My name is Fat,"] you say, feeling your cock harden and your pulse quicken with excitement. Fuck, you're huge. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm Fat."] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["That's a good Fatty. There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"] Jarby says, the brightness of his eyes dimming to their usual soft glow. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["How do you feel, Fat?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Good, Master."] You squeeze your tits hard and feel your buried cock throb. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Holy shit, I'm so fucking big. And you want me to get bigger, right?"] you ask, needing to hear him say it. Jarby wraps both arms around your gut and pulls you close to give it a playful nibble. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["So much bigger, my pet. You will be as a prisoner in your own body, so enormously obese that you can't do anything on your own. You will come to rely on your fellow thralls for everything, having eaten yourself too large for independence. Your own limbs will be so swollen with useless lard that you won't be able to move them,"] he promises, sliding his claws down your already chunky forearms. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You will be nothing but a pathetic, pitiful mountain of Fat. Is that what you want, pet?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Y-yes,"] you answer. You're so close. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm... I'm gonna get so fucking huge and fat for you, Master. I don't want to be able to walk. I just wanna..."] Your body shudders as your pathetic cock dribbles out your first ejaculation since waking up. The first of many. [[One Year Later|Adam Thrall Ending 6]]

You gulp down the last dregs of your shake – your fifth pitcher today. You never did grow to like the taste, but you've definitely… grown. While not as large as the blob in the basement back in the old house – not yet, at least – you've similarly managed to beach yourself on a now-discolored king mattress. But you didn't get there without help, of course. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Damn, Fatty, you're fucking ravenous today!"] Adam says, placing the emptied pitcher aside. The fat lion squeezes one of your many fat rolls and gives it a shake. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You gonna want another?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Need… a sec,"] you pant out, sweating like a pig. You wish you could just keep drinking the stuff forever, but a year of keeping yourself perpetually stuffed has taught you to know your limits. And with nearly a gallon and a half of high-calorie slurry sitting in your stomach, you know you need time to digest. And so, you lean back against the wall of the bedroom you with share with the other thralls and let yourself rest. All you can think about is your stomach turning all of that shake into more blubber. More //you//. It's taking more and more shake to keep you satisfied and growing. Thankfully, Adam and the other thralls would sooner take up jogging than let you go hungry. [[Continue|Adam Thrall Ending 7]]

(text-style:"underline")[''Week 6''] Harper's weight keeps skyrocketing. He's already 90 lbs heavier than he was at the start of the trial. Everything about him looks puffy and thick, from his surprisingly perky moobs to his bloated neck and cheeks. The liger loudly bemoans that his payments have all gone towards buying larger clothes. After some further prodding, Harper admits sheepishly that most of the money has actually gone towards food. It's noted that Harper tried to refuse taking the powder at the beginning of week 5, but was reminded that, per his contract, he must then reimburse the company for the cost of the powder. Harper, of course, does not have $250,000 lying around. (text-style:"underline")[''Week 9''] It's the final check-in. Harper is barely recognizable as the brash, confident athlete from nine weeks ago. In fact, he's not even an athlete anymore, having been officially kicked from the football team. Standing naked before the research team is a wheezing, pathetic fatass of a liger. Even in the climate-controlled laboratory, Harper sweats profusely. The team is pleased to discover that the liger's metabolism has slowed to a crawl – it is extremely unlikely that he will ever lose the weight. It's much more likely that his weight will continue to climb and climb, even without the powder. Harper predictably begins to whine when he is informed of this eventuallity, but shocks the research team by ejaculating hands-free onto the linoleum floor. Harper is thanked for his contributions to their research and is asked to leave. The liger asks if it would be possible to get more of the powder, even though the test is over. The request is escalated to chief stakeholders, and Harper waddles out of the facility with 5 more tubs of the experimental powder, free of charge. [[//"Dillon, what is this?"//|Harper]] [[Return|Take a peek at some documents]]

One of these thralls, a hyena named Andrew, just sucked you off half an hour ago, but you can feel your deeply buried nub throb excitedly as you think about how many calories your body is about to process. You'd ask him to get under your gut for an encore, but the portly yeen is resting on his own bed and snoring softly, his cum matting his thigh fur. You've been a good influence on him – you remember when he was just a skinnyfat little runt, struggling to put on weight. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Adam, I'm horny again,"] you whine. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Can you take care of it?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["So soon? Well, I'd be happy to, Fat,"] the lion begins with a devious grin. You already know where this is going. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["On just one little condition."] You groan. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Come on, I wanna get off again! While I'm full! You know I can't reach!"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh, I know,"] he chuckles. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["When was the last time you were even able to touch your cock? Last spring? Split just one final pitcher of shake with me, and I'll get under there and jerk you off. Sound good?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["But I'm so stuffed already…"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Come on, I know you can fit a little bit more in your tank,"] he says, sensually kneading your gut. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Think of all those calories you'd be missing out on."] Despite the tightness of your stomach, you say (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Okay…"] [[Continue|Adam Thrall Ending 8]]

Adam grabs another pitcher from the mini-fridge and brings it to his muzzle, quickly chugging down half of its contents. Though Master told Adam to stay mobile, the lion's been sampling his shakes more often and you've seen him get out of breath from just waddling from the kitchen. There may be a lot of muscle underneath his blubber, but there's only so much it can carry. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Your turn,"] he says before bringing the pitcher to your muzzle and tilting it down. Ignoring the alarm bells in your brain, you open your throat and let the shake travel into you. Within a few gulps, your pleasant fullness turns painful. But the shake keeps coming. As soon as you feel like your stomach might burst like an overfilled balloon, the flow suddenly stops. Nobody knows your limits better than Adam. You've finished it all, and your cock has never been harder. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["It's a shame Joaquin and Peter are out running errands. They love teasing you when you're all riled up."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Adam… Please…"] you pant out. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Alright, alright. A deal's a deal, Fatty boy."] Adam waddes over to a small electronic pad on the wall and taps a button, causing the leather straps wrapped around your around your gut to be hoisted up towards the ceiling. The room is filled with a blast of crotch musk as your hot, sweaty nethers are exposed. [[Continue|Adam Thrall Ending 9]]

Your behemoth gut blocks your view of most of the room when raised, but you hear the obese lion grunt as he gets down on the floor and crawls towards your fatpad. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Man, I really gotta go spelunking to find your little cock now. It's all just fat down here,"] he teases, pressing his large palm into the soft flesh that has completely engulfed your genitals. A shudder travels up your spine as you feel his fingers dig into the hole where your buried cock awaits. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Who's a good Fatty?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["M-me!"] you moan. He pushes back as much of your fatpad as he can with his free hand, and you feel his thumb and forefinger find your shaft. He begins to gently tug on your excited cock, sliding his soft fingers up and down its unimpressive length. You whimper, trying to buck your hips forward but finding that you're much too fat to even do that now. You useless mountain of lard. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Who's going to be the fattest person to ever live?"] Adam asks – you can feel his hot breath on your fatpad. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Me! I will!"] As Adam continues to pleasure you, you imagine yourself at the size of the wolf you met at the old house. Then you imagine yourself even larger: filling up this entire room, this entire house. Maybe Master would need to construct an all-new building just to house your flab! Fuck, you're gonna be so fucking massive! (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Belch for me, Fatty,"] your feeder commands. (text-style:"tall","shudder")[(text-colour:#F2D7A1)["BuuuaAAARRRRPP!!"]] And just like that, your little buried nub dribbles out an impotent squirt of semen onto Adam's hand. [[Continue|Adam Thrall Ending 10]]

You spend some time rummaging through the room. Given the room's deplorable state, you don't think anyone would notice or care if it got a little bit messier. You don't find much – mostly just more trash that's been hidden away in a lazy attempt at making the room appear cleaner – but you do manage to find an unsealed envelope hidden beneath one of the mattresses. Greasy fingerprints mar the once-white paper, and it looks to have been accidentally folded once or twice. Within the envelope are two creased photographs. One picture depicts a slightly overweight iguana wearing the black robes and cap of a college graduation ceremony, displaying his diploma to the camera with an overjoyed grin. Two iguanas in their middle years, likely his parents, stand at his sides, beaming proudly. The other photo shows the same iguanas, along with two others who are much younger – one even looks to be a toddler. This is a picture of the whole family towards the end of a day at an amusement park. The college-age iguana is handing out cotton candy to his younger siblings as his mother gives a tired wave from a metal bench. The father is absent from the photo, but he may have been the photographer. While these photos are clearly valuable to someone, they are of no value to you. You put them back where you found them. [[Return|Dormitory]]

You reach forward, feeling your belly brush against his mass, and gently cup one of his globular cheeks in your hand. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)[“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. Deep breaths, now.”] Three gives a surprised yelp as you touch him, but he goes silent as he finally meets your gaze. You can see the agony grow in his beady eyes as he looks you over. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“Oh… Oh, no,”] he whimpers. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“Fuck. You're so fat... He fucking got you, too. Jack, I can’t move. I can’t fucking move.”] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)[“Jack?”] you ask. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)[“That’s my name, right? My actual name?”] (text-colour:#A499D8)[“What are you talking about?”] he wheezes out. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“Fuck, it’s so hard to breathe! Jack, please, I wanna go home,”] he sobs. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“I wanna go home! I can't move!”] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)[“Hey, stay with me. Where’s home? What’s your name?”] The piteous blob just keeps sobbing, but after a few minutes you’ve soothed him enough for him to answer. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“D-Derek,”] he says with a sniffle. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“We have an apartment in Addleton. Lived there for years. I’m your fiancé…”] [[//"We're engaged?!"//|Three Ending 3]]

(text-colour:#A499D8)["You really don't remember me? Jack, please. I can't… Oh, fuck…"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I think it's coming back to me,"] you lie. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["How did you end up here?"] Three – Derek – begins to wail as soon as you ask the question. It takes another few minutes before he's ready to speak again, and even then it’s a challenge for him to get the words out. (text-colour:#A499D8)["I'm so fucking sorry. You told me not to come with. You said it was too dangerous. I should have listened. This is all my fault."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["How is this your fault?"] (text-colour:#A499D8)["I was just so worried. You said… you said he was a vampire. You said he's hurt a lot of people, and all I could think about is how I would feel if he hurt you too,"] he whimpers. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“I was really scared, but I followed you. I thought I was being brave. I wanted to be there,”] he pauses to wheeze,(text-colour:#A499D8)[ “in case anything went wrong. But then…”] You gently stroke his cheek, and strangely don't feel any surprise when you realize you’ve begun to cry as well. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)[“Hey, keep going. What happened?"] [[Continue|Three Ending 4]]

He groans, as if even recalling the memory inflicts pain. (text-colour:#A499D8)["A cop car pulled into the driveway. I-I thought you had called them for help. I flagged him down... and he put me in handcuffs,"] he says, his breathing still at the cusp of hyperventilation. (text-colour:#A499D8)["He dragged me inside. He kept telling me... to stop screaming or he'd kill me. He brought me to a bat – the vampire – and… things start to get fuzzy. I remember seeing you, though. I told you to run. Why didn't you run?!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I… I did,"] you admit. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["But I came back."] You wrap your flabby arms around as much of Derek as you can in your best effort to embrace him. He smells beyond terrible, and your fur immediately grows damp with his sweat, but you still want to be near him. For a while, you hold him with all the tenderness in your heart. You don't remember much about Derek, but the more you talk with him the more you realize that you truly did – or do – love him. Derek eventually breaks the silence. (text-colour:#A499D8)["...We can fix this, right? I'm not gonna be like this forever? I'd rather die than stay this way,"] he whimpers. (text-colour:#A499D8)["What happened, Jack? Why am I like this?! I’m so fucking fat I can’t move!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)[“He’s been fattening us up as his livestock and harvesting our blood,"] you answer. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Apparently the fatter the victim, the better they taste to that bastard. We were both in a barely conscious state for… I’m actually not sure how long."] You squeeze him a little bit harder and look up into his eyes. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)[“But I was able to break free! And not just that – I found the cure I brought with me! That’s how I was able to wake you up.”] [[Continue|Three Ending 5]]

Derek wheezes again, but you see a glimmer of hope shining in his sad eyes. (text-colour:#A499D8)[“So we’re getting out of here? Can you move me?”] Oh. Your heart immediately sinks as reality sets in. You know injecting the cure into him wasn't the rational thing to do, and yet… (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["It… it just felt right. I came back for you. This,"] you gesture to the discarded syringe on the floor, (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["was always meant for you. Somehow, I knew that."] But now, you realize you’ve consigned him to hell. Jarby and his thralls won’t stop feeding and draining Derek just because he’s awake, and he’s too fat to do anything about it. He’s a prisoner in his own body. Now he's going to be fully conscious for every feeding, every harvesting, every tortuous second of his existence as Jarby's blubbery blood bag. (text-colour:#A499D8)["J-Jack?"] he whines, sounding on the verge of tears once again. [[Continue|Three Ending 6]]

(text-colour:#F2D7A1)[“Derek,”] you begin, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. You can barely see him through your own tears. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)[“I’m so sorry. I just couldn't let you stay a thrall. He's still up there. We can't go home."] Derek, your poor, filthy, mattress-bound fiancé, is silent for a moment. When he speaks again, it’s in a hoarse whisper. (text-colour:#BEBAD6)["Oh… Oh, fuck."] His breathing grows more rapid. (text-colour:#BEBAD6)["Jack, what did you do?! No! No, I can't do this! I-I can't! I… What's going on? My chest…"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)[“Derek!”] (text-colour:#BEBAD6)[“Fuck! Fuck, it hurts! Jack!”] At that moment, you hear the door to the kitchen creak open. Adam’s voice calls out. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)[“Four! Master’s awake now and would like to see you. Can you come up here?”] Fuck. ''(text-style:"underline")[10 - THREE END]'' ''Code:'' derek (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

Panting, it takes you an embarrasing amount of time to recover from an activity that required virtually no effort on your part. Not that you'd be able to do anything anyways. You can still give head if someone climbs on top of you, but that's about it these days. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Adam,"] you wheeze. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That was good..."] The fat lion pushes himself off the floor with considerable effort, drenched in your sweat but smiling. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Just doing my part to keep everyone's favorite blob satisfied!"] He lowers the straps, allowing your monstrously huge belly to rest between your supersized, splayed legs once more. Adam waddles over to your side and leans into you, throwing his thick, fuzzy arms around as much of you as he can in a warm embrace. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I know I say this a lot, but I'm really glad you're here, Fat,"] he says, nuzzling his head into your plush sidemoob. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You're a lot of work, but you're worth it."] You chuckle. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Thanks, Adam. I love you, too."] The fat lion, reeking of your musk, just grins and stretches up to plant a tender kiss on your engorged cheek. There are times where you wonder who you were before waking up in Jarby's basement. But then you spend time with Master and your fellow thralls and remember: it doesn't matter. You're Fat, you're happy, and you wouldn't have it any other way. ''(text-style:"underline")[4 - ADAM THRALL END]'' ''Code:'' fat (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Hey, everything good here?"] you hear Adam call from just outside the room. Your blood freezes. The kitchen is just down the hall – of course Adam would have heard Webster's shouting. You turn and see the large lion leaning against the doorway, resting a large glass pitcher of that horrid shake atop his round, furry gut. As your panicked brain tries its best to come up with any excuse, Webster beats you to the punch. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["He... He put something in me! It broke me out of it,"] Webster cries, pointing repeatedly at the discarded syringe. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Jarby's hypnosis! He says it's gone forever! I want it back! I want to go back!"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["W-what?"] the lion gasps, eyes wide with horror. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You're kidding! That's impossible!"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I'm not a full-stack web developer!"] the goat wails, burying his face in his hands.(text-colour:#E2AB81)[ "I'm a college dropout! I'm a big brother! I am!"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Four?"] Shit. Heart pounding, your eyes dart around the room. The only exit is blocked by Adam, whose fat face wears a dark expression. He takes a step closer, still gripping the pitcher in his huge hand. You try your best to push yourself off the couch, but you needed more than the four seconds it takes Adam to reach you. He raises the pitcher in the air. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I told you not to make any trouble, Four."] He brings it down on your cranium, and then everything goes dark. [[Continue|Webster Freedom Ending 3]]

For the second time today, you wake in an unfamiliar and dangerous place. Though day has come and gone – the curtains in Jarby's bedroom have been thrown open, illuminating a number of figures in soft moonlight. Lying against the side of Jarby's couch, you feign sleep and try your best to ignore your splitting headache. Including yourself, you count seven men in the room, though your attention is most immediately captured by your captor, the white-furred vampire bat called Jarby. This creature has claimed everyone else in the room as his playthings, to do with or discard as he pleases. This includes you. The corpulent bat sits on his stack of mattresses with his arms wrapped tightly around the fat goat Webster, who in turn is gently stroking the back of Jarby's head. The space around them is littered with empty blood bags, as well as two dazed-looking thralls – a skinny hyena and a rather portly iguana – who look to have just been drained as well. Rocky licks at the face of the hyena, who just groans in response. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Hey, it's okay,"] Webster says, squeezing Jarby's flabby arm. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I'll always be your big bro. I promise."] He seems to have calmed down considerably since earlier. Jarby buries his head between Webster's soft moobs, and you hear a muffled sob. Adam is not present, but you see (if: $metDillon is not true)[a chubby, bespectacled donkey with an impressively huge cock leaning against the wall.](else:)[Dillon leaning against the wall.] You lock eyes with him. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["He's awake,"] he calls out to the rest of the room. All eyes – at least, of those still conscious – turn to you. [[//"Uh... Hey, guys!"//|Webster Freedom End 4]] [[//"Please don't hurt me."//|Webster Freedom End 4]] [[Say nothing|Webster Freedom End 4]]

Jarby glowers at you. His eyes, glowing yellow irises against violet sclera, glisten with tears. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Finally fucking awake, huh? Hope you slept well, you worthless piece of shit."] His voice is higher than you'd expect from someone so large, but it's dripping with venom. He also speaks with a slight lisp, as though his tongue is too big for his mouth. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Punch yourself in the face as hard as you can."]] Your fist collides with your cheek before you even realize what's happening. You grunt, but mostly out of shock – your muscles are too weak and your cheek too cushioned for your blow to have done any harm. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Now you-"]] Webster gently places a hand over Jarby's mouth. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["No, you stop that. We talked about this."] The furious vampire bat pulls away with a scowl. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Fine. But we should have just killed him like I said. This is so fucking stupid."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["What did you say, little bro?"] Webster asks, his posture stiffening as he raises an eyebrow. Jarby blushes and gives a small, supplicative smile. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I-I said sure thing, big bro."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["That's much better. Now,"] Webster begins, turning towards you. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["How's the head?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["...Not great. I think I might be concussed,"] you say, tenderly touching where Adam's pitcher connected with your skull. The pain is throbbing and you feel a little disoriented, but it's a minor concern at the moment. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Could be worse. Anyways, I wanted to speak with you. I've had some time to think and talk things over with Jarby, and while I don't think I can forgive you for what you've taken from me, I'm a rational, sympathetic person and can see that you were just trying to help. And also seeking help in escaping, I'm sure."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Well..."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I didn't need help, Four. I was happy. And I am,"] he pauses to squeeze Jarby's thigh, (text-colour:#E2AB81)["still happy, despite everything. But I'm still trying to figure out what to do with you."] [[//"Please, just let me go! I won't tell anyone."//|Webster Freedom End 5]]

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["I mean, sure, that's technically an option. My little brother could wipe your memory of this place so you're not a huge liability – we could do that. But like I said, I'm not so generous and understanding as to let that happen, and even with your memory wiped it would still be a risk. Right now,"] he says, leaning forward, (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I'm thinking of just having Jarby make you into livestock again. I don't think I want you dead."] You emit a pathetic whine. Going back to being livestock is arguably a worse fate than death. Is there truly no way out of this situation? You wrack your brain, but you can't think of any compromises you'd be willing to make. Panic rising in your chest, you look around for something – anything or anyone – to help you out of your predicament. As you frantically examine your surroundings, your gaze lingers for a moment on the automatic mahjong table, just long enough for Webster to take notice. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Wait, hold on,"] Webster begins, perking up. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Four, do you know how to play mahjong?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Y-yes, why?"] You get the feeling it's been a while, but you're fairly confident you know the rules. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["What does that have to do with anything?"] The goat bites his lip for a moment. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Okay, I know what we're doing,"] he announces. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["If you beat us in mahjong, you can go free. No catch, except that we'll have to wipe your memory again. But only a little bit."] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["What?! Are you fucking kidding?"] Jarby shrieks. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["After everything he's done, you'd just let him go free?!"] Webster grabs the back of the vampire bat's head and shoves his flat nose into his musky armpit, silencing his protests. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["You said we could do whatever I wanted, little bro. I want to do this. Besides, he'll have to be either very lucky or a very skilled player to even come close to winning against us."] [[Continue|Webster Freedom End Quiz 1]]

(text-colour:#F2D7A1)["H-hold on, this is really happening?"] you stammer out. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Yep. Win and you're free. Dillon, wanna join us? We need a fourth, and I don't think Rocky knows how to play,"] Webster says, pushing himself off Jarby's bed. The chubby donkey gives a shrug. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I suppose I could. I'm a bit rusty – mahjong was never really my game."] Webster waddles over to you and, with Dillon's help, pulls you onto your feet and guides you to the table. Jarby is the first to be seated, sullenly pushing the tiles from the last game into a hole at the center of the table. There's a loud, repeated clattering from within the table as its inner workings automatically sort the tiles and push them into four neat walls. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Can't believe we're fucking doing this,"] Jarby grumbles. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Me neither,"] you reply, eliciting a glare from the bat. There's no doubt that he wishes Adam had hit you harder. As you settle into your seat, you prepare for the match by reviewing your knowledge of riichi mahjong. (text-style:"underline")[''You try to recall the definition of Tanyao/All Simples... What was that again?''] [[A hand with only numbered tiles|Webster Freedom End Wrong]] [[A hand with no honor tiles|Webster Freedom End Wrong]] [[A hand with no honor tiles and no terminals|Webster Freedom End Quiz 2]]

That's right! As Jarby calls ron on one of Dillon's discarded tiles, he reveals his hand: tanyao. It's low-scoring, but it's an early win for the bat. 1000 points go on his counter, stolen from the indifferent donkey. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Boys call me tanyao because I'm cheap and inelegant,"] he says, chuckling at his own joke. Dillon rolls his eyes, giving you the impression that maybe this isn't the first time the joke's been made. Your heart hasn't stopped pounding since you sat down at the table, but you had a good hand going despite your nerves. It's a shame that Jarby had to go for a shitty hand and ruin it for you. You remind yourself that this was just the first round and there's still time to turn this around. You just need to focus. (text-style:"underline")[''If the dora indicator is a south wind tile, the actual dora is which tile?''] [[South Wind|Webster Freedom End Wrong]] [[West Wind|Webster Freedom End Quiz 3]] [[North Wind|Webster Freedom End Wrong]] [[East Wind|Webster Freedom End Wrong]]

Hmm, no. That's not right. Through a mix of rustiness and nerves, you find yourself in a position where you cannot win. Dreading your inevitable fate, you morosely move your tiles around on your turns and barely register the conversation going on around you. The game reaches its end. You finish in 3rd place, just above Jarby. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Tough luck, Four,"] Webster says, offering a pitying smile. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I'd say better luck next time, but..."] Jarby reaches over from your right and grasps the sides of your head, forcing you to meet his gaze. The glow of the bat's eyes suddenly intensifies, and you feel frozen in place. Everything – the idle chatter of the thralls, your own pounding heartbeat – goes completely silent. Everything else loses focus. There is only you and the bat. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["You are nothing but mindless livestock. Docile and dumb, numb to everything around you."]] He's... right. You're just livestock. Dumb... stupid... livestock. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["All you know is eating and sleeping – there is nothing else to your simple existence. No thoughts, no feelings, only stupid animal hunger. You will eat for me, grow for me. Become a perfect blood bag to satisfy my thirst."]] Your mind empties like water though a sieve. No thoughts. No feelings. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["M-moo..."] ''(text-style:"underline")[WEBSTER FREEDOM END - DEFEAT]'' [[Retry|Webster Freedom End Quiz 1]] (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

Correct again. The game proceeds for another few hands. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Are you fucking kidding me?!"] Jarby groans as Dillon adds 3000 points to his win against Jarby, taking 5400 points in total. The donkey got very lucky with the ura dora. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Bullshit! How the fuck is that fair?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Hey, little bro, it's just a game. Chill out,"] Webster admonishes Jarby, and even manages to make the bat look a little chastened. You bite your lip. It's just a game to them, perhaps, but if Webster is serious about granting you your freedom, it's much more than that to you. There's far too much pressure to even begin enjoying yourself. Not to mention that Jarby, your kidnapper, is seated to your right. At least he's solidly in last place. Dillon pulled ahead of you just now, and Webster's point counter just keeps going up and up. You're playing fine, but it's clear that safe tactics won't be enough here. Maybe it's time to mix up your strategy and play a bit more aggressively. (text-style:"underline")[''Which of these hands can be played open?''] [[Outside Hand|Webster Freedom End Quiz 4]] [[Seven Pairs|Webster Freedom End Wrong]] [[Riichi|Webster Freedom End Wrong]]

Excellent! When your seat becomes East Wind, you adopt a more reckless strategy and manage to rack up a decent number of points from fast, open hands. You win enough points to pass Dillon, but Webster goes for an easy hand against Dillon to move the seat winds. The table proceeds to South 4, Round 11. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["This is probably the final hand, Four,"] Webster says from across the table, nodding in Jarby's direction. The visibly irritated bat is East Wind now, but with the way he's been playing he's not likely to win the hand and push the game another round. You've been keep track of your opponents' points, and Webster is 9200 points ahead of you. You slump in your seat – you might as well give up now. There's no way you could... Wait. You look over your tiles again. You've almost got a green dragon triplet, and that's a lot of bamboo. You just need a little luck. (text-style:"underline")[''Last question. Which of the following bamboo tiles can't be used in the All Green yakuman?''] [[3|Webster Freedom End Wrong]] [[4|Webster Freedom End Wrong]] [[5|Webster Freedom End 6]] [[6|Webster Freedom End Wrong]]

(text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Tsumo."] Having discarded your three of characters and replaced it with the four of bamboo you've been waiting for, your hand is complete. You push your row of tiles forward to show the rest of the table what you've accomplished. The fat goat glances over and gives you a pitying smile. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Oh, a half flush? Not bad, but not quite-"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Webster, that's not a half flush,"] Dillon says, unable to hide his grin. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Look again."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["What do you... Oh. Oh, wow."] All Green – one of the yakuman. From tsumo, that's more than enough points to rocket you to first place. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["He won?!"] Jarby growls, slamming his fists down on the table, rattling the tiles. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Fuck this! Webster, you said he wouldn't win!"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I never said that, little bro,"] Webster chuckles, looking over the table to admire your hand again. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I just said it was unlikely."] He stands up and extends a hand towards you. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Well played, Four. Very well played."] You shakily accept the handshake, and you're certain your palms have never been sweatier. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["So... I get to go free right? Since I won?"] Webster merely nods to your right. You turn your head and find yourself frozen in place as you meet Jarby's hypnotic gaze. [[??? Days Later|Webster Freedom End 7]]

You wake with a start, jerking up in your seat as your bleary eyes dart around the room. Your heart pounds in your flabby chest, but soon slows to a normal pace as you examine your surroundings and fill your lungs with air. You just dozed off and had a nightmare, is all. You smack your lips and stretch your thick arms upwards as you dispel the remnants of your sleepiness. You're resting your considerable bulk on a stone bench in what appears to be a train station. It's clearly an older building – a antique from an age when even the fabulously weathly traveled by rail – but its high ceiling and tall windows are a timeless, stately beauty. Through those windows, you catch the first pale lights of dawn. You hear the occasional car driving by outside, but you don't see another soul around you. But surely you didn't come here just to admire the architecure. Were you waiting to catch a train? Or were you waiting here for something? You're not sure. Come to think of it, you're not really sure of anything. Your name, your address, how you got here... You really should be freaking out. But instead, you feel an odd sense of tranquility. You reach into the pockets of your khakis in hopes that you'll pull out some identifcation. [[Continue|Webster Freedom End 8]]

In your left pocket, you find a leather wallet containing a Pennsylvania driver's license for an incredibly obese fox named Lyle Smith, with a home address that seems like it might be an apartment in Philadelphia. Taking into consideration that you are also an incredibly obese fox and that you found this in your own pocket, it's safe to assume that your name is Lyle. In addition to the license, your eyes bulge as you find approximately two thousand dollars in cash stuffed inside the wallet's sleeve. You think it's bizarre that you'd have so much in paper bills on you, but you also don't see a bank card in there. Maybe something to look into later, once you've got more of a grasp on what's going on. Maybe it would help if you went to the police? No. No, you don't want to do that. Somehow, you know that telling others about your situation would only makes things worse. You put your wallet back where you found it and reach a hand into your other pocket. Curiously, you pull out something small, hard, and rectangular. Bringing it closer to your face for examination, you see that it's a lonely mahjong tile – four of bamboo, to be specific. You scratch your head as you turn the strange ceramic tile in your hand. There's nothing strange about it, besides that it's missing from a set of 133 other tiles. Why would you even have this? As you consider that question further, you begin to feel something approaching recongition, but the feeling fades before you can fully grasp it. Though the next instant, unexpected tears begin to stream down your cheeks as your pudgy fingers clench into a fist around the tile. You don't know why you have this in your pocket, but you know how it makes you feel: relieved. Incredibly, profoundly relieved. ''(text-style:"underline")[9 - WEBSTER FREEDOM END]'' ''Code:'' yakuman (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

As you try in vain to rouse Rocky out of whatever's going on, you hear another thud behind you. You turn and see Adam standing at the door, an upturned tray of freshly baked cookies at his feet. His eyes are wide in horror. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["...Rocky?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["A-Adam!"] you stammer out. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["It's not what it looks like!"] The large lion rushes forward and pushes you to the side. He kneels down and cradles Rocky in his arms, bringing the unresponsive husky to his chest. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Luther! Luther, come on. This can't be happening again!"] he cries. His head snaps up and he glares at you, furious eyes glistening with tears. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["What did you do? What the fuck did you do?!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I... I snapped him out of the hypnosis! And then he just fell over!"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You what?! That's..."] Adam trails off. He looks to Jarby, who is beginning to stir in his sleep from the commotion. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Master! Master, wake up! Wake the fuck up!"] he roars. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Wake up right fucking now!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["No! Adam, please, we can-"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["The fuck is going on?"] you hear another voice say. You glance over at the bed and see Jarby now sitting upright, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Is the sun still out? I'm fucking tired."] [[Continue|Rocky Freedom Ending 3]]

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Master! Four broke Rocky's hypnosis somehow! Please, you have to fix him!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Hold on, Four is..."] Jarby stops rubbing his eyes and looks over at you. Any lingering grogginess he felt is immediately dispelled. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Fuck! What the fuck are you doing up here?!"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Master,"] Adam growls. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Later! Rocky – please!"] Adam positions Rocky's head so that his vacant eyes are facing the bat's. Shit. You look to the bat. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Wait, I don't-"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Shut the fuck up,"]] Jarby commands as he meets your gaze. Your words wither on your tongue. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I'll deal with you later, blood bag. Now, Rocky,"] he turns to the limp husky in Adam's arms, (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["you're our dumb, happy husky pup, remember? I took you in after finding you starving in a cold, filthy alleyway. I saved your life, and you love me. You love all of us. Now, bark for me, my silly pup."] Silence hangs heavy in the room. The only sounds are of Rocky's breathing and the chirping of birds outside. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Master, w-why isn't it working? Why didn't he bark?"] Adam whines, squeezing Rocky closer to his chest.(text-colour:#7BB9C6)[ "Maybe he wasn't looking at your eyes? Come on, Rocky, you gotta make eye contact with Master!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["No, he was. That should have worked. Unless..."] At that moment, Jarby spots the empty syringe lying on the floor. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Oh, fucking shit,"] he hisses. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Where the fuck did you get that? Did you get into my safe?! Adam, lovely lion, I have some bad news. Rocky's immune. I can't control him."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["W-what? No! No, that can't be right! That's not possible! Please, Master, you have to try again!"] [[//"Adam..."//|Rocky Freedom Ending 4]]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You're not fucking listening, Adam!"] Jarby snarls, digging his claws into his bedding. He takes a deep breath before continuing. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Four injected him with something that I should have destroyed a long time ago, and now our dear husky is stuck as this... husk. I'm pissed too, but there's nothing I can do to fix him now. We'll have to set him up in the basement as livestock, I suppose."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Y-you mean..."] Adam slowly lowers his head, until his forehead is pressed against Rocky's. Tears begin to stream down his fat cheeks, dripping onto the dog's. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["He's gone? Luther's gone? Forever?"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Luther's been gone for a long time, but yep. It's a shame – I was really fond of him, too. I'll find someone else to be our pup. Maybe Andrew? Hyenas aren't dogs, but he'd still be cute as a permanent pup."] You never intended for this to happen. You look at the limp husky held in Adam's arms and, feeling sick to your stomach, clear your throat. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Adam, I-"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Master,"] Adam says, sounding far too calm. Though when he looks up towards you, hatred burns in his eyes. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I want to kill him."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["W-what?! Adam, please! You're kidding!"] you exclaim. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I didn't want this! I just wanted to help him!"] The lion gently places Rocky back on the floor and rises to his feet. You catch the glint of his claws in the light shining in from the hallway. He takes a heavy step towards you, and then glances at his master for approval. The bat waves a pudgy hand dismissively. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Do whatever you want, Adam. I wanna get new carpet installed anyways."] [[//"Adam, don't do this!"//|Rocky Freedom Ending 5]]

You barely have time to scream before the huge lion rushes forward and pounces, pinning you to the floor with crushing weight. The air in your lungs is forced out of you, escaping in a pained wheeze. In the same moment, you feel his sharp claws rake across your face, just narrowly missing an eye. The swipes continue in a frenzy, shredding skin on both your face and chest as though they were paper. Your fur grows wet with your own blood. Each new gash is pain like you've never known before. Your every instinct screaming for you to run, you try in vain to push him away, but the lion grips your wrist hard and slams it to the floor. You feel a shooting pain and know that he's snapped a bone. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["A-Adam, please!"] you manage to choke out, though it can barely be understood as anything but a desperate gasp. In response, the lion backhands you across your muzzle, and you feel a tooth fly free of your gums. Looking up at Adam through one bleary eye – blood has gotten into the other – you see Adam clasp his hands together and raise them above his head, like a hammer ready to drop. You shut your eyes, certain that you will die here. But then, he freezes. The blow never comes. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Adam,"] you hear a familiar voice say. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Stop."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["...L-Luther?"] You feel Adam lift himself off your body, leaving you gasping for precious air. Trembling, you turn your head and see Rocky looking up at the bloodsoaked lion, who kneels by his side and holds his hand in his own. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Luther! Say something else! Please!"] The husky looks at you, his eyes betraying not even the faintest hint of emotion, and then back at Adam. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Stop,"] he says again, and then his eyes roll forward, becoming unfocused once more. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh, Luther,"] Adam cries, hugging the limp husky. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I'm so sorry! I'm so fucking sorry!"] [[Continue|Rocky Freedom Ending 6]]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)["So, Adam,"] Jarby interjects, frowning at the scene before him. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["This is fun and all, but are you going to finish off Four or what? If he managed to cause this much damage in just a few hours, I'd really prefer he be dead."] He glances over at your maimed body and purses his lips. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Though after that mauling, he'll probably bleed out if we just leave him there."] You share a look with Adam, and you can see the conflict on his face. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Please,"] you croak out. After getting so far, you don't want to die here. After a moment, the lion shakes his head. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I... I can't do it, Master. Luther doesn't want me to."] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["This is a first. Do I need to command you to kill this fucking fox, pet? I'd rather not listen to him moaning and groaning for however long it takes for him to die of blood loss. I'll drain him myself if I have to."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["No,"] Adam answers quickly, standing up. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Whatever you did to Luther back at Beta Omega, I want you to do to it him. I want you to burn away everything that he was."] He looks you in the eye again, and you see that the hatred burns just as brightly as before. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["And I want it to hurt."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["What?"] you groan. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Please, not that!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Ooh, alright. I can try,"] Jarby says, rubbing his hands together gleefully. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Luther's been my only success at wiping a mind, but I'm down to practice a bit more. Bring him here, lovely lion."] You are powerless to stop Adam as he strides over to you, clutches your broken wrist, and pulls you towards the eager bat. As your massive body slides across the carpet, you find yourself screaming again – whether primarily out of pain or fear, you can't tell. [[Continue|Rocky Freedom Ending 7]]

Within a few moments, you're looking up at the obese vampire bat, with Adam grasping the back of your head to make sure you keep your head angled towards the bat's eyes. The glow of his golden irises is bright enough to illuminate his fat cheeks in the room's dim lighting. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["P-please, just let me go!"] you plead, clutching a handful of Jarby's greasy leg fur. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I promise I won't tell anyone! You don't have to do this!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I love it when they beg."] The glow of Jarby's eyes suddenly intensifies, and keeps growing brighter and brighter until it seems to consume everything around you. And then, it begins to consume you as well, your entire nervous system feeling as if it's caught fire. You realize you never knew true pain until this moment – the mauling pales in comparison to the torture you feel now. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Forget it all. Forget everything. Wipe the slate clean."]] You try to scream, but you don't know if anything comes out. Piece by agonizing piece, what little you know about yourself burns to nothing. You then begin to grasp answers as to who you truly are – your name, your life, your fiancé – but those turn to ash the moment they form in your head. Before long, ash is all that remains. You are gone. ''(text-style:"underline")[8 - ROCKY FREEDOM END]'' ''Code:'' luther (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

Dillon places the phone on his desk and exhales deeply, slowly rubbing his temples. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Who did you call?"] you ask. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["My wife,"] Dillon answers, ears drooping. He stands up from his desk, disconnects his laptop from the external monitors, and then places it in a leather side bag. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Ex-wife now,"] he clarifies. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Pass me that green binder to your left. It's on the side table, under some notebooks."] You slide it out and do so, and Dillon stores that in the bag as well. The donkey then grabs a pair of khakis from a bin under his bed. You watch him struggle to fit the tight fabric over his widened thighs and ample bottom, but after a bit of pulling he manages to slide them up to nearly his waist. His doughy belly manages to hide the undone zipper, but there's no hiding the very visible outline of his huge equine cock. As the donkey stuffs a few more documents into his bag and slides the strap over his shoulder, you speak up again. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Dillon, what are you doing? What's going on? Are you leaving?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I'm collecting evidence. And then... I'm getting out of here. You're welcome to follow."] Dillon opens another desk drawer and, after some hesitation, pulls out a box cutter. He takes a deep breath. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Let's go."] Dillon turns and walks out of the room. [[Follow him|Dillon Freedom Ending 3]]

You push your bulk off the bed and waddle after the donkey. You quickly catch up to Dillon and find him standing a short distance from the master bedroom, extended box cutter in hand. The door is ajar, and through the frame you see Adam sitting with Rocky at Jarby's couch. The large lion is smiling down at the oversized pup, lovingly stroking his fur as he hand-feeds him cookies from a tray. They're so engrossed with each other that neither of them have noticed Dillon's staring yet. You catch up to Dillon and cautiously place a hand on his arm. The donkey tenses up, but doesn't pull away. He's breathing heavily. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Are you going to tell me to go for it, Four?"] he asks in a low whisper. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Rush in and take Jarby's life? Put an end it all?"] You glance over at Adam and Rocky again. The lion is saying something to Rocky as he gives him little kisses on the top of his head. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["...No."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["He'd kill me, you know. Adam isn't nearly as soft as he seems. I saw what he did to Two, though he doesn't remember it."] Dillon retracts the blade into the base of the box cutter and shoves it into a pocket of his too-tight pants. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Downstairs, quickly,"] he commands, grabbing you by the wrist and leading you down to the first floor. [[Continue|Dillon Freedom Ending 4]]

As you take your first steps into the foyer, Dillon suddenly freezes. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Fuck!"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Dillon?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I've just realized something,"] Dillon begins, turning to you as you step into the foyer. He looks pained. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Four, I can't take you with me."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["What?!"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I'm sorry, but you're not going to fit in the sedan. I'll be back for you as soon as I can."] He reaches out and places a hand on your arm. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I promise."] You shake his hand away. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You're fucking kidding me! You can't just leave me here, after what I did for you! I could have given that to anyone! I could have injected it into myself!"] You take a step forward and jab a pudgy finger into Dillon's cushioned chest. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["If Jarby wakes up and I'm still here, I'm screwed! You know that!"] Dillon winces at your volume, glances upstairs, and then gestures for you to keep your voice down. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I know it will be dangerous, but there's no other choice. I'm grateful, and I know I'm not showing that right now, but it's absolutely vital that-"] At that moment, you hear the rumbling of heavy wheels over asphalt. Dillon's eyes immediately go wide with panic. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Dillon, who's that?"] you ask, peering out the front door's glass pane. It's frosted, but you can still make out what looks like a pickup truck. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Quiet!"] Dillon hisses. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["The kitchen! Now!"] Dillon pushes you in that direction and ushers you forward with a series of frantic hand waves. [[Hide in the kitchen|Dillon Freedom Ending 5]]

From the kitchen, you hear the front door to the house creak open. An unfamiliar, masculine-sounding voice calls out. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Come to welcome your favorite guy to the castle, Dillon? I'm flattered. You know, I was thinking about you today. Take off your pants and... Why are you wearing pants any-"] You hear a strangled cry, something approaching a gurgle, followed shortly after by a muted thud. After a few seconds of hesitation, you cautiously waddle back into the foyer and see Dillon standing over the body of an incredibly obese police officer, the dead man's hands still clutching at his slashed throat. The officer, a pig, had fallen backwards onto the patio as he died – his lifeblood coloring the fresh snow around him cherry red. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Fuck,"] you mutter, stepping closer to the donkey. Some of the pig's blood had sprayed onto his dress shirt and face, and he still wields the now-crimson box cutter. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Dillon, who the fuck was that? Who did you kill?"] Dillon turns to you, eyes wide and body shaking like a newborn foal. He looks you in the eye and you think he's about to answer, but instead he rushes over to the stairway railing and empties the contents of his stomach onto the polished hardwood floor. The donkey grips the railing with white knuckles, panting, and then bends over to vomit once more. The acrid stench of bile mixes with the coppery scent of fresh blood. Feeling a renewed sense of urgency, you waddle through the front door to the dead man, immediately feeling the bite of the cold winter air on your bare skin. You take a moment to look into the man's glassy eyes, which seem to stare at everything and nothing, and carefully lower yourself to patio to reach into his pockets. You immediately find what you're looking for: the keys to the man's truck. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Dillon, we need to go,"] you remind him, jingling the keys at the pale-looking donkey. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Like, right now."] [[Continue|Dillon Freedom Ending 6]]

(text-colour:#CEEDB4)["R-right,"] he answers, wiping vomit from his muzzle with his sleeve. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["He has a gun. Can you... can you grab that, too?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Are you going to shoot Jarby?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["No,"] he says quickly. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Adam and Rocky... They don't deserve to die, and they'd protect their master with their lives. They're victims. Only he,"] he points at the dead man to your side, (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["deserved it. We'll take the gun just in case."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Adam, if we leave with that monster still alive-"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I said no, Four. I'm not killing two innocent men. I... I don't want to kill anyone."] Dillon grabs a winter coat from a rack on the wall and slips it on, and then cautiously steps around the body as he joins you on the patio, shutting the door behind him. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["You'll fit in the bed of his truck."] You observe that Dillon still looks a bit shaky. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Are you alright to drive?"] you ask. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I'll be fine once we get on the road,"] he mutters. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Not like there's any other choice."] You retrieve the dead officer's service pistol from his holster and allow Dillon to help you onto your feet. The two of you reach the pickup truck in the driveway just as the first flakes of snow begin to fall from the sky. The logo of the Belfry Police Department is stenciled on the sides of the vehicle. Dillon unlatches the tailgate and, with considerable effort, helps push your incredibly obese body onto the truck bed, sending the entire vehicle wobbling on its suspension. Panting, you rest your bulk against a cold side panel and thank Dillon as he tosses you a plastic tarp he found in the truck's crossover toolbox. You cover yourself with it – it's not ideal, but it's better than having no protection against the elements. [[Continue|Dillon Freedom Ending 7]]

The engine roars to life as Dillon starts the ignition, and he wastes no time in reversing out of the driveway. He accelerates down the road, the icy wind whipping at your tarp, and you feel equal parts anxiety and relief as you watch Jarby's house grow smaller and smaller in your vision. Just before you reach the treeline, you see a large, tan-furred figured step out the front door and watch you from the patio. You can only imagine what Adam must be feeling as you and Dillon make your escape. After a few minutes of driving through the woods, Dillon reaches behind and slides the rear window open. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Doing alright back there?"] he calls out. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm great,"] you say, though you'd love something warmer. Enduring a bit of cold is well worth the price of freedom, however. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Where are we going?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["South, for now. But before we get too far, we'll want to either obtain a less conspicuous vehicle or cover up the police logo on the sides,"] he says. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I've been fantastizing about what I'd do in this situation since my first night as Jarby's slave. Ideally we'd have killed him, but if I move quickly I can cripple him financially and expose him to factions that might be able to put him down. I'll make some calls when we're on the highway, but our first priority is to get somewhere safe."] After a brief pause, he continues. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["I also need to ensure the safety of my family – he's not above hurting them to get back at me."] [[//"I just want this to be over."//|Dillon Freedom Ending 8]]

Dillon sighs. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["It might never be over. Jarby isn't the only vampire out there, either. He'll have friends. It's a shame you don't remember anything about your past. I don't know a lot of hunters, and those I was made aware of were... handled."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["So you do know who I was!"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Yes. I'll share everything I know as soon as we're safe. It's the least I can do,"] Dillon says, reaching a fork and turning left to enter Belfry proper. It's a sleepy little town, with a downtown that looks like it hasn't changed much in the past half century. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["And Four? ...Jack?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Yes?"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Thank you. Truly."] You grin at Dillon, though you know he can't see it with his eyes on the road. There's still work to be done, but you've made it out. And maybe with Dillon's help, you'll make it through whatever is to come. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You're welcome, Dillon."] ''(text-style:"underline")[11 - DILLON FREEDOM END]'' ''Code:'' pants (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I'm... Oh, Luther, what have I done?!"] he wails, burying his face in his paws. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I'm so fucking sorry, Luther! If it weren't for me, you'd still be... They'd all be..."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Luther? Is that my name?"] you ask. He looks up at you, his face a mask of agony. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["No. Luther is... Oh, fuck. Rocky. He's a dog. He made him think he's a dog. He... He got erased, and then that motherfucking..."] His eyes suddenly go wide. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh, no. Please, no. I didn't want to hurt them. I didn't!"] You inhale sharply through your nostrils. The spell has broken, but so has the lion. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Adam, please. You weren't in control of yourself before. You're free now."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I'm a murderer!"] he shrieks, throwing his head back. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I've killed, Four! He made me forget, but I remember now! I remember all of it – their screams, the blood, the way they looked at me when they died..."] You grab him by the sides of his buzzed head and force him to meet your gaze. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Adam, listen to me. Jarby is the one who made you do those things. But he can never make you do anything ever again, and we can stop him from hurting anyone else. I need you with me."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Oh, fuck. My family. I haven't thought about them in so long – they probably think I'm dead. Maybe that's for the best. I should be dead."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Adam!"] You give his head a brief but vigorous shaking and bring your face closer to his. If he can't focus, you're both screwed. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Please, there will be time to process all of this later. We're not safe here. We need to act."] [[Continue|Adam Freedom Ending 3]]

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You're... Fuck. You're right,"] he mutters, brushing your hands away and pushing himself off the bench. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["He's just upstairs. I can end it all. I can kill him."] He's trembling, but his hands are balled into fists. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I can kill him."] Without another word, Adam rises from the bench and strides out of the room. You don't need to ask him to know where he's going. You waddle after the lion as quickly as you can. You're about halfway up the stairs, huffing and puffing and dripping with sweat, when you hear an ear-splitting howl. The sound seems to echo off the walls, coming at you from all directions, though you don't need to guess at its origin – there's only one canine in the house besides yourself. The howl cuts off suddenly, as if someone held Rocky's muzzle shut. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Luther, what are you doing?!"] you hear Adam shout from the master bedroom. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Get out of my way! I'm going to set you free! Please, I can make things right!"] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["No hurt Master! Love Master! No hurt!"] Rocky cries. As you force your immense body up the remaining steps with renewed urgency, you hear another voice. One you haven't heard before. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Rocky, if Adam takes another step towards me, forget how to breathe. You'll die here, and it will be all his fault."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["No! You can't do that to him! He's done nothing to you!"] [[Rush into the room|Adam Freedom Ending 4]]

Jarby claps his hands together twice, and you hear Rocky scamper over to his master's side with as much speed as is available to a morbidly obese anthro on all fours. Jarby's mattresses creak slightly, and you can only assume he's leaning forward to touch his pet. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Such a good, obedient boy. I would be devastated to lose you, Rocky. None of my other thralls can match your enthusiam for licking my nuts clean."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["How dare you talk to him like that, you fucking monster!"] Jarby snorts derisively. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Oh, I'm a monster? I don't recall ever telling you to rip Two apart. A more gentle soul would have found another way. My lovely lion, there's a darkness in you that I've had to keep a close eye on for years. You like hurting people. I think you even liked hurting Luther."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Shut up!"] Adam snarls, spraying spittle in the bat's direction. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You don't fucking know me!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I know your mind better than anyone. Were you angry with Luther because he didn't love you back? If I hadn't told you to stop, your husky would've bled out on the carpeting. You cried and cried afterwards, but all I told you to do was hurt him."] The lion roars. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I said shut the fuck up!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Not a single step, lion. You know what will happen if you do."] Jarby says, and you think you hear Rocky climb up onto his bed. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Tell you what. I'm done with you. Dillon will have called Throckmorton to the house – you can take his truck and the both of you can be on your merry way. But I never want to see either of you ever again. Sound good?"] [[//"You'd just let us leave?"//|Adam Freedom Ending 6]]

There's a pause, and you get the impression that Jarby gave a shrug. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Yeah, I really don't want to have to deal with this. You can wait for him in the foyer. Dillon!"] Jarby waits for his donkey servant to re-enter the room. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Go with them and make sure they don't do anything dumb."] The chubby donkey's eyes widen in surprise and he glances at Adam nervously. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Master? Are you certain?"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I'm fucking serious, Dillon! I want them out of here."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["O-of course, Master."] Dillon clears his throat and gestures towards the hallway. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["If you two could just... follow me down, please."] After a moment's hesitation, you take a step towards the door, but you realize that Adam hasn't stopped staring daggers at the lounging vampire bat. If looks could kill, Jarby would be dead a dozen times over. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Adam?"] Rocky says, sounding on the verge of tears. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["No fight. Please. Be good boy."] Adam's posture has the tension of a cat about to pounce, and for a moment you think he's going to rush the bat despite Rocky's predicament, but instead he throws his head back and roars with frustration. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Fuck!"] He stomps his foot, rattling the decor of the bedroom, but he doesn't an inch closer to Jarby. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Fucking fine! But I'll be back for you, Luther! This isn't the end, I promise!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["No, I'm pretty sure it is. You wouldn't want anything to happen to our dear pup, would you?"] Jarby gives an unpleasant, throaty chuckle. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Now get the fuck out of my bedroom."] You do so, with Adam reluctantly following. [[Fifteen Minutes Later|Adam Freedom Ending 7]]

You are seated at the bottom of the stairs, looking out at the snowy yard through the glass paneling of the front door. Adam, now dressed in a winter coat and a pair of too-tight sweat pants, paces in front of you, tail swishing with irritation. His eyes are puffy and red from crying. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I can't just walk away from this. He took Luther. He took everything from all of us!"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Adam, please, just take Four and go,"] Dillon sighs. The donkey still isn't wearing pants, and his enormous cock hangs free between his thighs. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["He's letting you leave. You have no idea what I'd give to be in your position right now."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I'll kill him. I swear, I'll come back and choke the life out of..."] The lion trails off as you all hear the sound of a vehicle traveling down the road, eventually turning into the driveway. You hear a door open and then slam shut, and then a moment later you see through the door what looks to be a very obese police officer gesturing for you to come out. He stands in the shoveled path to the driveway, just beyond the patio. Adam shuts his eyes and exhales loudly through his nostrils. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I guess it's time to go, Four,"] he says, turning to you and extending a hand. He's crying yet again. You allow the lion to help you to your feet and accept a large blanket offered to you by Dillon – you're far too large to fit into any of the clothes in the house, unless you wanted to wear one of Jarby's fishnet tops. The donkey then steps forward and holds the door for the both of you, the icy winter air eagerly rushing into the house. [[Leave|Adam Freedom Ending 8]]

In lieu of a proper greeting, the officer, a pig, snorts as he sees the three of you. His uniform is well overdue for a size-up – the beige fabric can just barely contain his ample gut and trunk-like thighs. Another five pounds and those buttons will fly right off. You know it's not uncommon to see a fat policeman, but this swollen pig looks unfit for any sort of policework, unless it's behind a desk. It's especially surprising to see a star-shaped sheriff's badge pinned on his too-tight shirt. Oddly, you feel like you've seen him before... (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["Keys are in the ignition,"] Throckmorton says in a low grumble, gesturing to his truck with his thumb. It's a white pickup truck with the logo of the Belfry Police Department stenciled on the side. (text-colour:#F7B2B6)["No way in hell is that fat fuck gonna fit up in front, but I'll help you push him up onto the bed. And that'll be the last nice thing I do for either of you – if I see you again, you're dead. Jarby's orders. Now move."] Adam shoots the pig a baleful glare before helping you down the steps. You're not looking forward to having to ride in the back of a metal truck in the cold for an indeterminate amount of time. However, you are definitely eager to be getting the fuck out of here. Your heart pounds with equal parts anxiety and excitement as you pass Throckmorton and waddle closer to the vehicle. This is it. You hear Dillon gasp behind you. You turn and see Throckmorton aiming a pistol at Adam's back. Compelled by instinct you didn't know you had, you immediately rush the pig. He grunts in shock as your huge body connects with his and he falls backwards, but you hear a deafening bang as his firearm goes off next to you. Though your ears are ringing, you can still hear Dillon scream. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["My leg! My fucking leg!"] Throckmorton, now pinned under your immense weight, can't find the air to make words, but his beady eyes look up at you with withering contempt. You raise a fist to punch him, but the pig brings a taser to your neck before you can strike. You feel a shooting, excruciating pain as electricity courses through your body. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Shit! Four!"] Everything goes black. [[Continue|Adam Freedom Ending 9]]

You snap back to consciousness with a start. Your eyes are open, but all you see is darkness. Panicked, you begin to thrash around, but quickly realize that the darkness is merely a black plastic tarp that's been thrown over you. You also feel a few thick blankets covering your legs and torso, which is a relief to have in this bitter cold. Heart rate gradually returning to normal, you pull down one of the tarp's edges and peek out at your surroundings. You're in the back of the truck, which has been parked in what seems to be the parking lot of a failing department store. The lot is somewhat plowed, but the only set of fresh set of tracks in the snow lead to the truck. Though night has fallen, the light of the lot's buzzing streetlamps provides ample illumination, even if more than a few are burnt out or flickering. For a moment, you stare out at the night, watching the wind blow across the snow. You fill your lungs with a breath of fresh, if frigid, air, and then smile to yourself. You did it – you got away. But not without help. Looking over at the driver's seat, you see Adam at the wheel. He's covering his face with his hands, and you see that a good portion of his right ear is missing. You gently knock on the rear window, which he immediately slides open. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Four! Glad you're finally awake,"] he says, offering a weak smile. The fur on the right side of his head is dark with dried blood. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Adam, your ear..."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["It's fine.]" He reaches up to touch with bloody wound and immediately pulls his fingers back. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["It's fine, really. Just an ear. Though I'm thinking about breaking into this place and getting some stuff for it."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That's... probably for the best. Throckmorton didn't have a first aid kit in here? Or money?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Nope. Just a tarp, some tools, and some handcuffs. Not much useful – I was hoping for another gun or something, but I guess he just had the one."] [[//"Adam, what happened?"//|Adam Freedom Ending 10]]

You make it to the master bedroom, wheezing as you rest your bulk against the doorframe. You immediately spot Adam and Rocky in the center of the room – the incredibly obese husky is standing on two legs for once, facing off against Adam. The lion's claws are out, but he doesn't seem to be willing to harm Rocky. He looks beyond the husky at the fat, white-furred vampire bat who now sits upright in the bed. As you glance towards the bat, he makes direct eye contact with you, and you find it hard – impossible, even – to pull your gaze away. You even find yourself taking a few steps towards him, drawn to the intense glow of his eyes like a moth to flame. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Are you fucking kidding me?!"] Jarby sputters as he sees you. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Did you do this? Ugh! I knew I should have fucking killed you!"] His shining golden irises suddenly seem to drink in all of the room's light. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Four, go ahead and..."]] Jarby trails off as Adam rushes over to you to cover your eyes with his hands. He turns you away from the bat, facing the doorway. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Don't fucking look at him!"] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Friend! Friend make Adam stop? Friend good? Adam good?"] Rocky whines. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Luther, snap out of it! Please, this isn't who you are! Four broke free, so can you!"] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["What's happening in here?"](if: $metDillon is true)[ Dillon says as he steps into the room.](else:)[ A chubby, bespectacled donkey in a tight button-down shirt steps into the bedroom. Though the situation is tense, you can't help but notice his lack of pants and massive cock.] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Master, are you... Oh."] The donkey's ears droop as he scans the room. He meets your eyes. (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["Oh, shit."] The donkey glances at Jarby, nods, and hastily backs out of the room. [[Continue|Adam Freedom Ending 5]]

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Well,"] Adam begins, taking a deep breath before continuing. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You probably remember getting tased. It knocked you out, but it shocked him too since you were lying on top of him. I checked on you and brought Dillon inside – his leg was fucked. I was able to convince Webster to help me get you onto the truck, but he wouldn't come with me."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I see... And your ear?"] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Fucker woke up right before I was about to brain him with a rock. Or maybe he was faking, I'm not sure. But I ran to the truck and drove off. I should've just ran him over,"] he says bitterly. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Now we have to watch our backs. Throckmorton is as nasty as they come."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Shit. So... What now?"] Adam chuckles mirthlessly. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I don't fucking know, Four. I was actually hoping you'd have an idea. I just kept driving – should I have gone to a police station?"] You know immediately that it was a good call that he didn't. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["We need help, but not from the police. Law enforcement can't be trusted. But there are groups out there who dedicate their lives to bringing down monsters like Jarby. I just... need to remember how to get in touch with them."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Well, shit,"] Adam sighs. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["That's gonna be hard. You lost your memory, right?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm remembering little pieces. I was one of those folks before Jarby caught me, I think."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Well, think hard and remember more!"] Adam snaps. After a moment, his expression softens. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Please. We have no money and we can't do this by ourselves. I'm starting to realize how fucked we are."] [[Remember|Adam Freedom Ending 11]]

You think back to the memories you experienced upon finding the syringe in Jarby's safe. There was something there... Addleton. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["That night everything went to shit – I was headed to an old safehouse under a bridge in Addleton,"] you say. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Huh?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I don't know which bridge, or even if the safehouse would still be there after... I don't know how many years, but that's what's coming to me now."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Addleton, huh?"] Adam scratches at his neck fuzz, where there should be a mane. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Alright. Let's go. Maybe you'll remember more if we can find that bridge. If there really are people out there who kill monsters, I'm gonna join up with them,"] he says. He gives you a toothy, excited grin. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["I'm gonna get Luther back, and kill Jarby."] He turns the key in the ignition. The truck roars to life, and the two of you drive off towards a new and uncertain future. ''(text-style:"underline")[12 - ADAM FREEDOM END]'' ''Code:'' blood (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

You slam your fist against the side of the steering wheel as another sob wracks your body. After having driven for hours, you finally felt safe enough to pull over onto the side of the road and process all of the emotions you've had to keep at bay. Rushing to the surface all at once came disgust, despair, and, of course, hatred. You hate yourself for leaving him there. But above all, you hate that horrible fucking bat. You don't permit yourself much time to recover before you're back on the road again. You don't head in the direction of home, but to the old safehouse under the bridge in Addleton – returning to your apartment would be a huge mistake. That monster has his sights on you now, and it's only a matter of time before his minions find you. [[Remember|Syringe Sequence 2]]

(text-colour:#E2AB81)["Why are you being such a jerk to my buddy Four?"] Webster demands, rubbing Jarby's face deeper into his pit. The bat whines and tries to pull away, but the goat pushes him back in. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I don't know what your fuckin' problem is, but you'd better start getting along. You're making things awkward."] After another moment of squriming, Webster release Jarby from his armpit. The bat's face drips with pungent sweat. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["The fuck do you mean? You two are buddies now? When did that happen?!"] Jarby's voice is shrill and confused. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Four's chill as hell, man. We had a great time hanging out while you were taking your nap."] The fat goat gives you a wink. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Didn't we, bud?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I... Yeah, sure,"] you eventually say, your head still held in place by Adam. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["A great time."] Jarby possessively wraps his flabby arms around Webster and shoots you a glare. He doesn't seem to appreciate that you've been playing with his favorite toy. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Big bro, Four is not a friend. He's a danger to the house and shouldn't have been talking to you. I'm not going to hurt him, I'm just going to make things the way they were before: everything in its rightful place."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Everything in its rightful place, huh? You're such a little twerp sometimes,"] Webster says, rolling his eyes. He lifts his arm, exposing his armpit to the bat. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Go on, then. Right where you belong, if that's so fuckin' important."] The room goes deathly quiet, but instead of reacting with indignance or irritation, Jarby actually seems a bit flustered. With a blush deep enough to be visible through his white fur, the bat slowly brings his snout to the goat's damp armpit fur to give it a deep, loving, and eager huff. Somewhere in the room, a thrall coughs. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["That's it, shrimp. You can't get enough of your big bro's musk, can you, you little freak?"] Webster chuckles, reaching under Jarby's underbelly to give his buried cock a squeeze. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Now, little bro, this is how things are gonna go: you're gonna apologize to Four, and you're going to make things right with him. As far as I'm concerned, Four's always welcome here. Got it?"] [[//"Huh?"//|Webster Thrall Ending 3]]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Yes, big bro!"] Jarby moans from Webster's armpit. He lingers there for another few moments before finally pulling away with a blissful sigh. Webster tussles the bat's already messy head fur. Jarby turns to you again, biting his lip. Eventually, he addresses you. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Alright, Four, if my big brother likes you, then fuck it. Welcome to the family,"] he says, eyes glowing brightly once more. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Let me tell you a story."]] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Wait, hold on! What are you doing to do?!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Shut up and listen,"]] the bat snaps. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["You're our cousin. Let's call you... Eric. You can forget what you experienced today – none of it was real."]] You immediately breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness it was all just a nightmare! And like most nightmares, the memory of it is fading quicking. But if that wasn't real... what is? Thankfully, your cousin is here to answer that for you. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["You and my dear brother Webster are around the same age, but unlike Webby you never bothered with higher education. You dove right into the job market, getting a job as a truck driver right out of high school. It paid alright, but you burned out quickly, didn't you? Fell into depression and tried to fill the void with food – a tale as old as time. You were always chunky, but boy did you start to seriously blow up. Girls wouldn't even come near you."]] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Y-yeah, I remember,"] you say. You recall all those nights wasted trying to pick up chicks at bars, all those rejections on hookup apps. Getting tail should be easy for a trucker, but it was impossible for you. You felt so fucking hideous. You still do. Tears begin to form at the corners of your eyes. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Aww, don't cry, cousin Eric! We're getting to the good part. Remember Aunt Shelley's 50th birthday party, when Webster came over to tell you that you were looking good? That you were so handsome and manly now? Of course you do. You'll never forget it, and how it made you feel."]] [[//"I... I liked it."//|Webster Thrall Ending 4]]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Liked it?"]] Jarby chuckles. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["You loved it. It felt good to receive a compliment on your looks, even if it came from your gross cousin. You weren't blind to his leering – you knew he wanted you. And you didn't mind it."]] Jarby waves for Adam to release you and beckons you closer. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Come here, cousin."]] The lion helps you to your feet and you waddle closer to Jarby, all too aware of your obese body's every jiggle and wobble. Fuck, you really let yourself go... Your cousin, Jarby, smacks the sides of your gut with open palms and then squeezes your rolls with admiration. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Just look at this tank! That fateful night, with Webster's encouragement, you gorged yourself on enough food to feed a family, in front of your family. Our family. You really liked the attention he gave your overstuffed belly afterwards, just like this,"]] he says, beginning to slowly and sensually rub your soft, doughy gut. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["You liked it in ways that you knew were wrong."]] You emit a low whimper as you feel your buried cock begin to harden. The way Webster's fingers lovingly kneaded and massaged the part of you you hated the most – it was electric. Leaning back in your aunt's couch as your cousin praised you for how much you could eat, you were the hardest you had ever been. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I wanted more..."] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["That's right, Eric. And you got more – lots of it. You started coming over to our place more often to hang out with Webster. He got you addicted to food and to the attention he gave you. You'd do anything for him to make you feel loved. You'd even suck off his little bro while he got off to it, you big pervert."]] You blush furiously. Was it so wrong to want to be loved? To feel attractive? To feel attracted to them? [[//"I... I didn't mean for this to get so out of control."//|Webster Thrall Ending 5]]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["So many things have been out of your control for so long, Eric. Webster corrupted you, just as he's corrupting me. It's too late for you now – you need our love and approval as much as you need air to breathe. You're our fat, smelly loser cousin, and you're only going to get fatter. At least you're getting laid now."]] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Y-yeah, that's true... I just don't think I wanted my life to turn out like this..."] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Hold on to that feeling – it's absolutely delicious. Anyways, I think this is a good start."]] Jarby turns to Webster, who had been listening intently the entire time. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You got all that, big bro?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Yeah,"] the fat goat says, grinning eagerly. He reaches out and grabs your forearm, giving it a slight squeeze. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Eric, you gonna be staying with us for a while? Mom and Dad aren't home. It'll be an extended sleepover, just like when we were kids."] For some reason, you look to your cousin Jarby, who nods. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["It seems so. As long as that's okay? You have a lot of company over,"] you say, glancing behind you at all of the unfamiliar faces in Jarby's bedroom. Some of these strangers had even begun to play a round of mahjong at the other end of the bedroom. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Don't worry about them, they're all cool, if you know what I mean. And we're always happy to host our favorite cousin."] Webster tugs on your arm, pulling you closer. He stretches up and whispers in your ear. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Now get in bed, fat boy."] Cock suddenly throbbing with need, you climb on top of the mattresses for yet another night of fun with your cousins. [[3 Months Later|Webster Thrall Ending 6]]

You're not very good at //Billy Goat Racing//. You never have been, and you don't think you ever will be. However, it's what your cousins wanted to play for family game night, so you were overruled. They always seem to pick games you suck at, and it might be because the loser has to chug one of those weird shakes Jarby's friend always makes. Your memory has been a bit foggy lately – perhaps due to all of the reefer your cousin so graciously shares with you – but you think you've been forced to drink a lot of those shakes lately. There's now barely enough room on your cousin's broken couch for the three of you, but your cousins don't seem to mind pressing up against your enormous, sweaty, naked body. Your sausage-like fingers work the third-party gamepad you've been given with as much dexterity as they can manage, but you struggle to maintain 7th place. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Shit, Eric, how the fuck do you keep falling off at that turn?"] Webster scoffs. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["It's wide as hell and you have like, three handicaps."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You said I have to start drifting!"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["You're drifting way too soon, fatass. Look, I'm almost finished already, and you're on your second lap. You were a truck driver, so you should be good at this shit."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["You don't drift in semis!"] Fanfare blares from the TV as your cousins cross the finish line. The race is over, and you've lost once again. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I hate this game,"] you grumble, folding your flabby arms above your gut. [[Continue|Webster Thrall Ending 7]]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Don't be such a sore loser, cousin,"] Jarby says, pouring another tall glass of gainer shake from the pitcher on the coffee table. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Now, you know the rules..."] You sigh. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Come on, guys, can't you take it easy on me? I know you like me big, but I'm turning into a whale!"] you exclaim, wobbling your gargantuan gut for emphasis. It's shocking how much weight you've put on in the short time you've been staying with your cousins. At least, you think it's been short. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I can't even get off the couch now without help. Can't we do a drinking game instead or something?"] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Hush. If you didn't want to be a whale, you should've played better. Besides, I told you I'm not unlocking you until you're another fifteen pounds fatter,"] Webster says. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Now open wide."] You reluctantly let Jarby bring the glass to your mouth. He tilts it up, and the sweet, viscous liquid pours into you. It's a simple matter for you to open your throat and chug the entire glass – a trick you picked up from all of your funnel-feeding sessions with Webster. As you swallow the last dregs, you unleash a raucous belch and lean back into the couch, feeling uncomfortably full. That wasn't your first glass of shake tonight. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Nice job, fat boy. Another easy 900 calories,"] Webster says, reaching over to rub your belly. You love the way he kneads his fingers into your doughy body. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["And to think you used to be such a skinny little twerp."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["I'm getting... so fucking massive,"] you moan, feeling your caged cock stir somewhere under your fupa. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["If that bothers you, you can stop coming over. But we'd miss you so much!"] Jarby says, shifting in his seat to turn towards you. He lifts one of your arms to expose a musky armpit, and brings his muzzle closer to breathe in your scent. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["We can't get enough of you. We want more."] [[Continue|Webster Thrall Ending 8]]

Jarby shoves his nose into your sweaty, furry armpir and takes a deep huff. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Fuck, Eric, you smell so good,"] he moans into your pit. The bat cups one of your melon-sized moobs and squeezes it firmly. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["I'm so glad my big bro made you throw away all of your deodorant."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["I bet all of this attention is turning you on, you freak. Don't you know we're related?"] Webster teases, reaching under your gut to squeeze your fupa. He shakes it, and a gasp escapes from your throat as a shiver runs up your spine. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Oh, someone's excited. Little Eric down there all leaky and eager? I bet you'd do anything to cum again."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Y-yes,"] you admit, staring at the little key hanging off a chain around Webster's tire-like neck fat. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Please, Web, it feels like it's gonna explode..."] (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Too bad."] Webster abruptly yanks your head towards him and gives you a sloppy, forceful kiss. Your eyes widen in surprise as his tongue enters your maw. He tastes like potato chips and weed, but, as usual, you let him do whatever he wants. Maybe if you're good, he'll let you cum early... After a moment of passionate, if slobbery, kissing, Webster pulls away with a grin. Before you can say anything, he pushes something into your hand. It's the grimy gamepad you've been playing with. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Come on, we're not done yet."] You whimper as you shift back into position, your hands and gamepad resting on your boulder of a gut. Your cock doesn't stop throbbing for the rest of family game night. ''(text-style:"underline")[6 - WEBSTER THRALL END]'' ''Code:'' cousin (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

Jarby opens his mouth to speak, but he's interrupted by a low whine. In your periphery, you can see Rocky move away from you. Rocky crawls closer to the seated vampire bat and sits down at the end of the bed. He looks up at his master and whines again. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Master be nice! Four nice!"] he cries, nuzzling his head against Jarby's legs. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Four good! Four good!"] Jarby breaks eye contact to look down at this pathetic pup, and you feel his pull on your mind immediately fade away. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Rocky, are you serious with this shit? Do I need to command you to leave this alone?"] the bat sighs, leaning down to gently squeeze and wobble one of Rocky's many chins. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Don't you give me that look, pup. That's not gonna work here."] (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Master nice?"] Rocky asks, placing a paw on Jarby's thigh. You can't see Rocky's face, but you can see Jarby's, and it wears an expression of uncertainty. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Please?"] The bat bites his lip as his uncertainty grows. Suddenly, Jarby throws up his hands with a frustrated groan. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Ugh! Fucking puppy dog eyes! Fine!"] he says. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You win, Rocky. Four!"] His head snaps to you. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Four. I don't ever do this, but I'll give you a choice here because my dog likes you. You can either return to the basement and to the ignorant bliss of being my livestock, or..."] You wait for him to continue, but you realize he wants you to respond. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Or?"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You can be my lovely pet pup, just like Rocky. Sure, you're a fox, but that's not important. With the right mindset, anyone can be dog. Even you. We'll get you a collar and a doggy bed, and you can be as happy and as stupid as your good pal Rocky. What do you think?"] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["...Those are my only options?"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You're incredibly lucky to even have options. Now pick, before I pick for you."] [[//"I suppose thinking I'm a dog is preferable to not thinking at all. Rocky seems to enjoy it."//|Rocky Thrall Ending 3]] [[//"I won't have you remake who I am."//|Rocky Thrall Ending Wrong]]

(text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Good choice – you'll make a cute pup. Now, look into my eyes,"] Jarby commands. Taking a deep breath, you make yourself meet his gaze. His eyes begin to glow once more, and you feel his will tug on your own. You know this is the better of the two options, but the thought of not being the same person afterwards fills makes you feel sick with dread, even if you know you'll be happy. You won't even think you're a person. Jarby's eyes glow brighter, until the light almost seems to burn you. The light is a chasm, and you feel yourself falling. Falling deeper, and deeper, into that light. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["That's right, Four. But that's not your name, is it? No, you're Lucky. You were never Four, or Jack, or anyone else. You have always been Lucky: my silly, happy, stupid, gluttonous dog."]] You feel confused for a moment. Is that right – you're not Four? But the light reassures you: you are Lucky. A dopey smile spreads across your face. Lucky the big, stupid dog. That's you. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["Aww, your tail's already wagging. Such a sweet pup you are,"]] Jarby says. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["I love you so much, Lucky. And you love me, too. I am your Master, and you would do anything for me. You're a lazy pup, but that doesn't mean you're not completely obedient. Now come here, pup."]] The light dims, and you see your Master's room take form around you. Master waits for you with arms outstretched, fat face split into a warm, if toothy, smile. You immediately bound towards him. [[//"Master! Master!"//|Rocky Thrall Ending 4]]

You jump up onto your master, feeling your fat body press against his own. He's so warm, and so comfortable! Just being close to him makes you feel safe and loved. You nuzzle your face into his soft, flabby chest and breathe in his manly scent. His clawed hand strokes the back of your neck. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["You didn't fight me at all there, huh? It's so easy to fuck with your mind now. Maybe I'll do more to you later, but this is a good starting point,"] he says. You tilt your head at him – you don't really understand what he means, but you still like it when he talks to you. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Bark for me, Lucky."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Arf! Arf!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Good boy. Dillon, be sure to have one of the boys pick up a collar and tag next time they're out. A nice teal would contrast well with Lucky's fur."] (text-colour:#CEEDB4)["...Of course, Master,"] the donkey says, staring away from the two of you. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Lucky! Hello!"] Rocky cries, and you feel the massive husky crash into you from behind. Your master grunts as the sudden force pushes you into his gut. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Other pup! Other pup! Let's play!"] You turn and grin at Rocky, tail swishing behind you excitedly. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Rocky! Play!"] The two of you tussle and tackle and sniff all night, until you end up falling asleep next to each other in your Master's bed. [[3 Months Later|Rocky Thrall Ending 5]]

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Another one? There's not gonna be any left for the rest of us!"] Adam jokes, ruffling the top of your head. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["But alright – because you're so cute!"] You open your maw, and the fat lion slides in the s'more he originally intended for himself. It's sweet and gooey and delicious, and the eighth one you've had so far. Now that the weather's warmer, everyone's been spending a lot more time outside. All of your favorite people are gathered around the fire, sharing stories and laughs as they roast marshmallows on long sticks. The smell of woodsmoke mingles with the odors of man – it's your favorite combination of smells, and as a dog you consider yourself to be quite the connoisseur. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["Did you give Lucky another one, Adam? He and Rocky already ate all the fucking hot dogs,"] Webster grumbles. The fat goat pulls his stick away from the flames and blows on a blackened marshmallow. (text-colour:#E2AB81)["You're lucky my mom and dad aren't here. They'd have a fit if they saw you feed the dog."] (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["But he's such a good boy!"] Adam says. He looks down at you and grins. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Good boy want belly rubs?"] Your ears perk up immediately. You'd love nothing more! (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Belly rubs! Belly rubs!"] Tail wagging, you flop to the grass and expose your huge, soft belly to the lion. Adam chuckles and reaches down to press a meaty hand into your belly fat. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Such a big dog! Look at all this blubber."] He shakes your enormous gut, and you feel your entire torso wobble like jelly. You moan blissfully as his fingers slide up and down your belly, giving it the love and attention it deserves. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Our good, tubby puppy,"] he says, squeezing one of your many rolls. You //are// a tubby puppy. It's getting harder and harder to move and play, but you just love treats so much! And besides, your masters are always praising you for gorging yourself and growing fatter. [[Continue|Rocky Thrall Ending 6]]

(text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Rocky, here boy!"] Adam calls. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You can't let Lucky have all the fun."] You hear the husky – your best friend in the whole wide world – release a big yawn. After being fed enough hotdogs to satisfy a large family, he had been snoozing by the firepit to let his stomach digest his huge meal. He stretches, yawns again, and then slowly plods over to the two of you. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Lucky!"] he cries, before plopping onto the grass next to you to rest his head on your gut. You've become his favorite pillow. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Friend!"] Your tail would be wagging, were it not trapped underneath your huge, blubbery ass. You try to sit up to lick his face in greeting, but your weight keeps you on your back. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Friend stuck?"] Rocky teases. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Fat pup. Big, fat pup."] (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Fat pup,"] you confirm, wiggling happily. You've grown to love the feeling of your entire body wobbling from even the slightest of motions. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Faaaaat."] Rocky gives you a sly grin, and then shuffles over to the side to bring his head to your crotch. He uses his paws to push in your fupa, revealing your musky cock and balls. You were already somewhat stiff from having your belly played with, and the excitement of what's to come is enough to make you rock hard. Though even fully erect, your pubic fat swallows much of your length. [[Continue|Rocky Thrall Ending 7]]

Rocky tilts his head at you, confused by your answer. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["No dog?"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Alright, then. Have it your way,"] Jarby says with a shrug. The glow of the bat's eyes suddenly intensifies, and you feel frozen in place. Everything – the idle chatter of the thralls, your own pounding heartbeat – goes completely silent. Everything else loses focus. There is only you and the bat. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["You are nothing but mindless livestock. Docile and dumb, numb to everything around you."]] He's... right. You're just livestock. Dumb... stupid... livestock. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)[(text-style:"smear")["All you know is eating and sleeping – there is nothing else to your simple existence. No thoughts, no feelings, only stupid animal hunger. You will eat for me, grow for me. Become a perfect blood bag to satisfy my thirst."]] Your mind empties like water though a sieve. No thoughts. No feelings. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["M-moo..."] ''(text-style:"underline")[ROCKY THRALL END - LIVESTOCK]'' (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]

Adam laughs and takes a swig of beer as Rocky's warm, wet maw swallows your cock. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Guys, check it out! The pups are going at it again!"] (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Again? It's only been like, two hours,"] Master says from across the pit, releasing the arm of the thrall he'd been drinking. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Belly rubs really get him going, huh? I didn't even do that to him."] You whimper and buck your pelvis forward as Rocky runs his warm tongue along your shaft. Adam's hands are massaging your gut again, sending waves of what feels like electricity traveling up your spine. Your recently-emptied balls churn, eager to fill Rocky's mouth with your seed. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Such a needy pup, aren't you?"] Adam says, pressing his palms into your belly fat. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Bark if you're a needy pup."] You bark as well as any dog – you've had plenty of practice now. Rocky begins to pick up the pace, quickly and expertly sliding his maw and tongue over your throbbing, leaky member. You shut your eyes and moan, losing yourself to the pleasure. You're the neediest pup! The neediest, fattest, softest pup... [[Howl|Rocky Thrall Ending 8]]

You throw back your head and unleash a powerful howl as your cock erupts hot seed into your friend's maw. You squirm and whimper and pant as he continues to pleasure you, lapping up every last drop. (text-colour:#F2B3DF)["Jesus fuck, Lucky! Not so loud!"] Jarby complains, covering his large ears. You forgot how sensitive they were. Your own ears flatten at the scolding. Adam chuckles and gives you a quick scritch behind the ears. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["You're okay, Lucky. Good pup."] He reaches over and gives Rocky the same treatment. (text-colour:#7BB9C6)["Such good pups. I love seeing you two get along so well. Master does, too."] Rocky looks up from your crotch, gives you a dopey grin, and then crawls forward to place his head on your belly once more. He rests his flabby arms on your sides, cradling your belly. (text-colour:#7FAAFF)["Soft friend. Love Lucky."] You open your mouth to bark in assent, but find yourself yawning instead. You always get so sleepy after cumming, and Rocky's fuzzy bulk resting on your legs is making your eyelids feel heavy. He feels a bit like the weighted blanket Master got you, but much heavier and smellier. (text-colour:#F2D7A1)["Love Rocky,"] you say, and then yawn again. You shut your eyes, and you and your best friend fall asleep together, warmed by the firepit and by the comfort of each other's company. ''(text-style:"underline")[5 - ROCKY THRALL END]'' ''Code:'' lucky (link:"Main Menu")[(reload:)]