Stay and watch
with JoJo
and the group
with JoJo
and the group
You’re trying to be more open-minded, but the idea of being shrunk with a giant ray by a virtual stranger is maybe a bit too far outside your comfort zone.
“I think I’m good,” you whisper back to JoJo and she shrugs in response.
“No one else? Then in you go Jessica!” Kisska aims the ray at Jessica and pushes a comically large red button. A thin line of lime green light shoots out, hitting Jessica square in the chest. In an instant, they are gone. Diega gasps, clinging to Sugar Daddy’s arm.
“Where are they?” JoJo asks anxiously.
“There!” you shout. They are in miniature, but it is unmistakably them in the upper right screen, lying naked on a sumptuous banquet table. The people seated at the table seem unfazed to find Jessica in their midst and begin to gently caress their thighs, running their fingers over their full lips, teasing gently.
Sugar Daddy coughs and starts flipping through his notepad.
“Wonderful!” Kisska says with a smile, hugging a blank-faced SAMM to her in joy. You all look on as Jessica reaches out to the others in the scene, tugging at their clothes, a blissful smile on their face.
At first it seems like a glitch in the screen, a fizz of static. The picture blurs momentarily and the people on the screen stop, looking around them curiously. Then it blurs again, this time accompanied by a high-pitched whine. The picture comes back and you see Jessica sitting up, looking confused, before the screen gives another loud whine and zaps to black.
You all stand still, unsure what to do.
“Um, what just happened?” JoJo asks.
Kisska frowns in a way that seems not completely genuine. “Must have been some kind of machine error. These things happen though. Technology isn’t 100% reliable.”
“But you said this was 100% reliable,” JoJo reminds her.
“No time to dwell on what may or may not have been said,” Kisska responds, gesturing to one of the SAMMs to collect the black screen. “As soon as the tour is done I’ll have our Jessica out of the Pornovision and on their way, don’t fret. They have plenty of company anyway — that dinner crowd is a particularly lovely group.”
This reassurance is somewhat hindered by one of the SAMMs loudly dragging the damaged screen across the room and into a hidden door behind Kisska.
“I think I’m good,” you whisper back to JoJo and she shrugs in response.
“No one else? Then in you go Jessica!” Kisska aims the ray at Jessica and pushes a comically large red button. A thin line of lime green light shoots out, hitting Jessica square in the chest. In an instant, they are gone. Diega gasps, clinging to Sugar Daddy’s arm.
“Where are they?” JoJo asks anxiously.
“There!” you shout. They are in miniature, but it is unmistakably them in the upper right screen, lying naked on a sumptuous banquet table. The people seated at the table seem unfazed to find Jessica in their midst and begin to gently caress their thighs, running their fingers over their full lips, teasing gently.
Sugar Daddy coughs and starts flipping through his notepad.
“Wonderful!” Kisska says with a smile, hugging a blank-faced SAMM to her in joy. You all look on as Jessica reaches out to the others in the scene, tugging at their clothes, a blissful smile on their face.
At first it seems like a glitch in the screen, a fizz of static. The picture blurs momentarily and the people on the screen stop, looking around them curiously. Then it blurs again, this time accompanied by a high-pitched whine. The picture comes back and you see Jessica sitting up, looking confused, before the screen gives another loud whine and zaps to black.
You all stand still, unsure what to do.
“Um, what just happened?” JoJo asks.
Kisska frowns in a way that seems not completely genuine. “Must have been some kind of machine error. These things happen though. Technology isn’t 100% reliable.”
“But you said this was 100% reliable,” JoJo reminds her.
“No time to dwell on what may or may not have been said,” Kisska responds, gesturing to one of the SAMMs to collect the black screen. “As soon as the tour is done I’ll have our Jessica out of the Pornovision and on their way, don’t fret. They have plenty of company anyway — that dinner crowd is a particularly lovely group.”
This reassurance is somewhat hindered by one of the SAMMs loudly dragging the damaged screen across the room and into a hidden door behind Kisska.
“One more room to go, my luscious ladies!” Kisska cries, and ushers for you to follow her through another door tucked behind the wall of screens.
As you enter the next room, you feel as if you’ve stepped into someone’s backyard or perhaps a nursery. You are standing in what feels and smells like real grass, almost up to your knees, and the walls are painted with tall flowers. Late afternoon sunlight streams in through the windows above. In the far corner, tucked a bit out of sight, a SAMM sorts through a table of what looks like Easter eggs next to two chutes labeled Very, Very Good and Very, Very Bad.
Just when you’re about to ask what the room is for, you feel a rustling at your feet along with a pleasant buzzing. An extra large rabbit vibrator hops past you off its own accord, its rubbery ears flopping with every vibrating bounce. As you look closer at the field in front of you, you can make out more of them hopping through the grass, buzzing at each other as if they are speaking. A couple of SAMMs move among the grasses, bending down to collect the colourful eggs from the floor and place them in wicker baskets.
“It started out as an Easter promotion,” Kisska says, coming up behind you. “But after the season ended they were so popular that I figured why not keep producing? And they’re just so efficient.” She beams at two rabbits who are hopping excitedly around Sugar Daddy’s expensive shoes.
“What exactly is happening?” you ask, watching as a SAMM deposits a handful of eggs onto the table for sorting.
“The rabbits lay the vibrating eggs! The egg batteries never run out, which makes them a big seller. Of course, not all the eggs are good for the market, so my SAMMs have to choose only the best ones.
As you enter the next room, you feel as if you’ve stepped into someone’s backyard or perhaps a nursery. You are standing in what feels and smells like real grass, almost up to your knees, and the walls are painted with tall flowers. Late afternoon sunlight streams in through the windows above. In the far corner, tucked a bit out of sight, a SAMM sorts through a table of what looks like Easter eggs next to two chutes labeled Very, Very Good and Very, Very Bad.
Just when you’re about to ask what the room is for, you feel a rustling at your feet along with a pleasant buzzing. An extra large rabbit vibrator hops past you off its own accord, its rubbery ears flopping with every vibrating bounce. As you look closer at the field in front of you, you can make out more of them hopping through the grass, buzzing at each other as if they are speaking. A couple of SAMMs move among the grasses, bending down to collect the colourful eggs from the floor and place them in wicker baskets.
“It started out as an Easter promotion,” Kisska says, coming up behind you. “But after the season ended they were so popular that I figured why not keep producing? And they’re just so efficient.” She beams at two rabbits who are hopping excitedly around Sugar Daddy’s expensive shoes.
“What exactly is happening?” you ask, watching as a SAMM deposits a handful of eggs onto the table for sorting.
“The rabbits lay the vibrating eggs! The egg batteries never run out, which makes them a big seller. Of course, not all the eggs are good for the market, so my SAMMs have to choose only the best ones.
JoJo furrows her brow, “But rabbits don’t make eggs, do they? That’s just an American Easter tradition.”
Kisska gives her a pitying look, “Of course some people can be so closed-minded, but you don’t build a sex toy empire with that kind of attitude. And I’ll have to ask you NOT to touch the eggs,” she warns as Diega bends down to pick up a purple egg near her. “Only my SAMMs and I are allowed to handle them. Otherwise, look around as you please.”
Diega tugs at Sugar Daddy’s arm, “I want one of those rabbits. Just imagine what my followers would pay for a Diega Salata Vibrating Egg. It’s VERY on brand.”
Sugar Daddy hustles over to Kisska at the other end of the room, already pulling out his wallet. You can’t make out what he’s saying, but Kisska is shaking her head no with such conviction that her tiara seems once again in danger of sliding off completely. JoJo edges closer, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. Diega looks covertly around before stepping quickly through the grass, making her way towards the Very, Very Good and Very, Very Bad chutes with conviction. You’re curious about how they work, but it seems potentially out-of-bounds to get so close to where the eggs are being sorted.
Do you…
Kisska gives her a pitying look, “Of course some people can be so closed-minded, but you don’t build a sex toy empire with that kind of attitude. And I’ll have to ask you NOT to touch the eggs,” she warns as Diega bends down to pick up a purple egg near her. “Only my SAMMs and I are allowed to handle them. Otherwise, look around as you please.”
Diega tugs at Sugar Daddy’s arm, “I want one of those rabbits. Just imagine what my followers would pay for a Diega Salata Vibrating Egg. It’s VERY on brand.”
Sugar Daddy hustles over to Kisska at the other end of the room, already pulling out his wallet. You can’t make out what he’s saying, but Kisska is shaking her head no with such conviction that her tiara seems once again in danger of sliding off completely. JoJo edges closer, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. Diega looks covertly around before stepping quickly through the grass, making her way towards the Very, Very Good and Very, Very Bad chutes with conviction. You’re curious about how they work, but it seems potentially out-of-bounds to get so close to where the eggs are being sorted.
Do you…