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Busty Wallflower Blush Debauchery

By Grey
Created: 2023-10-11 06:58:48
Updated: 2024-05-28 08:13:17
Expiry: Never
nsfwsexrapevignette valenciawallflower blushjuniper montageinvisibilitygloriosa daisy

  1. "Prelude" section is mostly by other anons. "The rest" section is by me.
  2.  
  3. PRELUDE:
  4. >Anon meanwhile gets particularly hard in his pants whenever he sees or thinks about Wallflower Blush
  5. >This only happens with her
  6. >His body almost… instinctively reacts to her
  7. >And he doesn’t know why..,
  8. "That proves nothing. Wallflower is clearly making it all up. You can’t just physically condition someone’s body into reacting sexually extra hard to someone, let alone without them knowing."
  9. >Anon keeps envisioning Wallflower blushing and naked in his head
  10. >This fantasy keeps assertively resurfacing as though it swears it really happened
  11. >Wallflower locks gazes with Anon, and he vaguely hears wet plapping noises in his imagination
  12. >She licks her lips with a grin, looking at how full-mast hard in his pants Anon didn’t realize he is…
  13. >Anon catches himself making little forward and back nudges with his waist
  14. >He stops himself, but Wallflower makes an audible kissing noise at him with a quiet moan and he rocks his hips forward and back even more before catching it
  15. >Wallflower walks away knowing Anon is staring at her butt, almost feeling… familiar with the shape of her asscheeks
  16. >What the fuck…
  17.  
  18. “She doesn’t know what she’s even saying…dummy…”
  19. >You’re aggressively surfing Netflix-
  20. “Saying I didn’t notice her raping me in the shower…how could any red-blooded man ignore those hips? She’s just trying to Gasli-HA-HIIIIIIIIIGHTMEEEEEEEEE-“
  21. >Sprrrt srprt~
  22. “-into believing something that didn’t happen.”
  23. >”Dammit anon!”
  24. “Oh hey Wallflower. When did you get here?”
  25. >Wallflower facepalms.
  26.  
  27. >Despite Anon never noticing when she does it, Wallflower still gets his body to physically respond to her, by reaching under his clothes and forcing his body to physically respond to her, then do it so much that she’s conditioning his body to be sexually responsive to her through raw sexual instinct so he can’t deny it after his his responsiveness becomes too much to hide or ignore
  28.  
  29. >You’re racing home before that random green girl can follow you
  30. >Shut and lock your front door, KNOWING you’re alone
  31. >As you walk down the hall, you keep stumbling for some reason
  32. >It’s because your pants are falling down
  33. >How did they get undone?
  34. >Struggle to pull your pants back up, having to try and tuck your sudden erection tent back inside
  35. >You could have sworn you got your pants back up
  36. >Now your underwear keeps slipping back down
  37. >Why can’t you pull it back up?
  38. >Your full erection starts feeling so good, like you’re suddenly jacking off, but you’re not doing anything!
  39. >It’s a good thing that girl isn’t here to see this
  40. >You push your cock down the best you can, trying to make your erection go away
  41. >It’s not!
  42. >You feel yourself getting close to cumming for no reason
  43. “No no no no no! Why is this happening to me?!”
  44. >You tense and try to keep your fully erect shaft held downward
  45. >Your body is ignoring your every command
  46. “Ah… no… n- h-hah!”
  47. >Sprt, sprrrt~
  48. “No!!”
  49. >Sprrrrt~
  50. >This time, you witnessed yourself ejaculate randomly with nobody there
  51. >You didn’t remember falling back onto your couch
  52. >Try to speak but something’s stopping you
  53. >”mmmwah!”
  54. “The fuck? You shouldn’t be here!”
  55. >Your eyes wander down to her freckled cleavage, trying not to
  56. “I’m having a private moment!”
  57. >”No, Anon. WE already HAD a private moment just now!”
  58. “… No we didn’t! That’s not true!”
  59.  
  60. >The Memory Stone also comes with a Perception Filter that makes the user invisible.
  61. >Wallflower took advantage of it and its memory-altering properties to condition Anon into getting horny just by thinking about her.
  62. >This means Anon also can't defend himself against Wallflower's sexual advances when she decides to get aggressive.
  63. >Wallflower can jerk him off and suck him dry in public without making a scene.
  64. >Anon would even find himself randomly creaming his pants with the only hint of why being Wallflower's nude form suddenly entering his head.
  65. >What would getting herself completely naked and fucking him look like from his perspective? Inexplicably feeling those soft, freckled buttcheeks bouncing and smacking against his groin until he can barely stand?
  66.  
  67. >Wallflower follows him home and into his room
  68. >She ends up watching him masturbate in front of his computer before sucking on the tip while he's masturbating
  69. >Swallows all his cum
  70. >Anon becomes confused why there's no clean up, but doesn't question it very deeply
  71. >After he goes to bed she replaces all the porn on his computer (and phone) with pictures of her
  72.  
  73. THE REST:
  74.  
  75. >Where the fuck is your best porn folder on your phone?
  76. >Sit in public searching for it.
  77. >In its place is a folder titled: “Wallflower”.
  78. >Pictures are at first of her posing in her usual sweater and jeans.
  79. >…In your room.
  80. >This can’t be…
  81. >You notice yourself sitting on the edge of your bed in frame.
  82. >The next file is a video.
  83. >Play it.
  84. >”Since I can’t ask you out on a date if you don’t notice me, I’ll just skip straight to having sex with you whether you like it or not!” Wallflower’s voice sounds on the video.
  85. >She appears and sits next to you on the bed, playing with the bottom of her sweater as you obliviously scroll through Netflix again.
  86. >You can’t look away, you want to see more.
  87. >Wallflower snuggles up to you and lets the bottom of her top hike up her soft sexy tummy and midriff to show her cute kissable bellybutton to forcefully guide your hand across.
  88. >You in the video are totally unaware, but start to noticeably pitch a tent in your pants for Wallflower when she forces your hand further up inside of her top.
  89. >You KNOW what she feels like under there!
  90. >Her warm freckled skin is silky smooth to the touch inside her top, and you somehow KNOW your fingers are being gently forced underneath Wallflower’s frilly bra cups~
  91. >This isn’t real, it has to be an AI generated deepfake!
  92. >Watch the bulge from your hand instinctively playing with Wallflower’s sexy nipples~
  93. >Like soft but gradually stiffening joysticks inside her top.
  94. >Can’t stop watching, noticing that you’re getting hard in public watching on your phone your porn of Wallflower advancing on you.
  95. >You don’t know she’s there, but she’s making you grope her while groping your erect crotch and encouraging your erection to strengthen, prompting your body to involuntarily become physically, sexually responsive to her~
  96. >Wallflower strips out of her top for the camera.
  97. >Boasting her black bra hugging her soft busty, freckled pair of tits wonderfully restrained in those enticing bra cups.
  98. >Wallflower licks her lips and unhooks the back of her bra for you.
  99. >Watch her loose bra cups limply fall forward as her black bra straps limply fall down her arms.
  100. >Your hand in the video immediately begins to flick around Wallflower’s naked areolae one at a time as her undone bra falls below her soft, rising and falling tummy…
  101. >You didn’t realize you right here and now were publicly masturbating in plain view of dozens of people, but they don’t seem to notice.
  102. >You scramble your hands trying to pull your underwear back up.
  103. >In the video, Wallflower kneels before you as you surf Netflix, successfully undoing the front of your pants despite your shuffling around feeling something off happening down there.
  104. >Wallflower gets your erect trouser tent to fully fling out, then proceeds to tug your trousers down and unveil the base of your stiff shaft.
  105. >”That girl is making it all up.” You recognizably say in the video as Wallflower exposes more and more of the length your erect cock against your will without your knowledge.
  106. >She briefly shuts you up with a deep kiss on the lips, successfully making your tip freely fling out.
  107. >Your mind can hardly decipher what’s real and what’s part of the hot Wallflower video on your phone your jerking off to.
  108. >Desperately try to shove your cock back inside, but Wallflower made it get too erect to hide or fit anywhere.
  109. >Topless wallflower blush in your video on your phone guides your throbbing erection between her deep soft cleavage.
  110. >You KNOW Wallflower’s big soft freckled boobies feel irresistible on and around your already precumming cock.
  111. >”Nice to meet you, Anon~” Wallflower says to your involuntarily sexually responsive body. “I see I got you nice and horny for me again~“
  112. >You in the video registered nothing she said, but you do now.
  113. >Out here right now, you keep failing to pull your underwear back up.
  114. >You stand up and pull, but no matter what you do, it keeps slipping back down.
  115. >You took your hands off your junk but your exposed erect cock is still getting more sexually agitated.
  116. >You can’t see why; your phone video has your attention captive.
  117. >Desperately try to pull your underwear back up but you’re powerless.
  118. >Your fully erect cock is feeling more… good… every few seconds.
  119. >It’s all the way out but no one notices.
  120. >You’re afraid to look down now, keeping your eyes on the screen where >Wallflower wraps her lips around the head and moves forward along your hard length.
  121. “No, no what’s happening to me?!” You get scared and try to beat back the horny.
  122. >Your undone pants and slipped down underwear are forced further down.
  123. >You hear wet noises as your cock continues to become more excited.
  124. “HELP ME! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!” You scream.
  125. >No one seems to hear you.
  126. >All heads do not turn.
  127. >”I AM CLOSE TO CUMMING! I DONT WANNA CUM, PLEASE I DONT WANNA CUM! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!”
  128. >You do everything you can trying to hold it back and make your uncontrollable, excited, agitated erection go back down.
  129. >Every touch makes it more and more sexually excited…
  130. >Sexually excited for Wallflower…
  131. >Your cock is deep inside Wallflower’s mouth, trapped as she sucks it back and forth.
  132. >You don’t know what’s happening to you!
  133. >Wallflowers naked busty freckled breasts jiggle more fervently as she goes faster.
  134. >Your full mast cock can’t be put away and feels almost electrified…
  135. >You in the video is speaking: “Saying I didn’t notice her raping me in the shower…how could any red-blooded man ignore those hips? She’s just trying to Gasli-HA-HIIIIIIIIIGHTMEEEEEEEEE-“
  136. “No no n-no… no don’t please no…” You squirm and feel yourself succumbing to climax watching Wallflower make you cum. “somebody help me please! Someb-I’M CUMMING!! NO NO NO PLEASE IM CUMMING~!!!”
  137. >So many people casually walk by and go about their day only several feet away from you losing against your own ejaculating body.
  138. >Your hollers and wails go unheard, falling upon deaf ears.
  139. >Wallflower doesn’t need to say anything to get your attention is she’s just… doing you…
  140. >Wallflower had been masturbating herself in the video along with you.
  141. >Topless and reaching deep into her pants, fingering herself, making her naturally busty freckled tits jiggle faster and faster, making her soft bellybutton rise and fall against her arm while she wildly climaxed with you~…
  142. >Oh sweet sexy Wallflower…
  143. >She swallows all of your thick spurts of cum she can, just like she did before.
  144. >A little bit dribbles out of her mouth in the video that surely didn’t really happen.
  145. >You had gone right back to talking before, and then had noticed her after the deed was done.
  146. >You finally get the courage to look down sooner.
  147. >There’s a long thick pale murky bridge of salivacum starting at the tip of your wet erect cock and directly leading all the way to Wallflower’s panting mouth and lips.
  148. >You watch the massive long strand of salivacum stretch more than a foot between your stiff wet throbbing cock and Wallflower’s drooling, quivering lips before breaking and falling to the floor.
  149. >This can only mean one thing.
  150. >”I love how I effect you, Anon~” Wallflower moans to you. “I love *you*, Anon. I love you~…”
  151. >You shiver and gaze down at her.
  152. “I love you too, Wallflower.” You respond without thinking.
  153. >She ambushes you with another deep kiss on the lips, not having expected to finally win you over this time.
  154. >It’s okay, you probably didn’t *really* cum in her mouth.
  155. >Why would she tongue kiss you right now if you did?
  156. >What are you even saying?
  157. >”It’s okay, no one can see either of us now. We’re both invisible to everyone else.”
  158. >You keep trying to rationalize how this didn’t actually happen, AS Wallflower is still French kissing you.
  159. >”Lets have sex in front of everyone. Then we can go back to my basement and be horny together every day now. Yes?”
  160.  
  161. ~
  162.  
  163. >No one appeared on the security footage.
  164. >The cops can't make sense of it.
  165. >And worse than that, the items that ended up missing could be seen being moved on the shelves as if being grabbed by someone.
  166. >But only for a half a second before disappearing into thin air.
  167. >The calls being sent out to law enforcement quickly morphed into calls being sent out to the local church.
  168. >Priests ended up being sent to various convenience stores where this has been happening.
  169. >Asked to perform exorcisms and shit.
  170. >Nope, didn't help.
  171. >Merchandise and stuff just keeps on disappearing from shelves on occasion, right there on camera with no explanation.
  172. >The cops simply cannot make sense of it.
  173. ~
  174. >You have no idea why, but no one even seems to know you exist anymore.
  175. >That one scene or two in 1962's Carnival Of Souls never really got to you, until the reminder of it just came crashing down upon you just now.
  176. >Walked to the store one day with a few dollars in your pocket for a soda.
  177. >It wasn't that far, so you decided to walk and save yourself the gas money.
  178. >You stand before the checkout counter, waving your hand in front of Juniper Montage's face.
  179. "Helloooo?" You fail to get any reaction out of her after the like 10th attempt. "I'd like to buy this!"
  180. >Juniper just stares forward, blankly into the middle of the store far behind you, as though she thinks she hears something but isn't sure.
  181. "Helloooo!" You raise your voice.
  182. >No reaction.
  183. >This has to be some sort of twisted petty prank or some shit.
  184. >"How long am I going to have to keep working here?" Juniper mutters to herself while now filing her nails over the waste basket. "I just wanna get that email back already."
  185. "What email?" You ask.
  186. >She doesn't respond, or even make eye contact with you.
  187. "Were you asking me that?"
  188. >There's another full minute and a half of no talking: just you standing here in utter disbelief at this girl's insulting dedication to whatever this bullshit is.
  189. >What the hell did you do to deserve this?
  190. >"Fuck, better get back to the shelves." Juniper quietly says in the most disconnected way regarding your presence.
  191. >You look up and notice her manager is walking around.
  192. >Oh, she's so getting fired.
  193. "Excuse me, the cashier is completely ignoring me when I'm trying to buy this." You hold up the soda in your hand.
  194. >The manager doesn't respond.
  195. "Excuse me! I'm trying to buy a soda. And your cashier is literally refusing to even talk to me. I didn't do anything wrong."
  196. >Nothing.
  197. >No reaction or response, not even a glance in your general direction.
  198. "Whatever's going on, it's not funny." You comment, now assuming the manager's also in on this. "I didn't do anything wrong. I'm just trying to buy a soda."
  199. >Still nothing.
  200. >Feeling like shit, you put the soda back onto the shelf and storm out the door, but not before checking every direction for some piece of shit prankster youtuber donning a shit-eating grin on his punchable face with an expensive video camera in hand pointed right at you.
  201. >Nope. Nothing.
  202. >Other than an elderly lady checking out some stuff in the frozen section in the back, there's no one else in the store except you, Juniper, her manager now verbally reprimanding her about not being a "team player" for standing at the cash register for too long without doing anything, and the harmonizing hums of the lights and refrigerators in the back.
  203. >Juniper's face turns pale as she watches one of the front glass doors open completely on its own then close, having had her attention been grabbed by the beep it's programmed to trigger.
  204. >Her manager saw it too.
  205. >...
  206. >The security camera footage being anxiously reviewed later that night shows a single soda disappearing from a shelf for about 9 and a half minutes, before reappearing back in its place.
  207. >The soda in question is examined, and a local priest is called over by phone with his silly crucifix and holy water in tow.
  208. >"I hereby bless this 7-Eleven!" Or something along those lines is a wonderful thing to hear a priest say.
  209. >...
  210. >Sit on your mini sofa, occasionally almost feeling a soft pressure on your lips but seeing nothing has happened every time you investigate your face.
  211. >You're starting to run out of food in your apartment.
  212. >But no matter which convenience store you walk or drive to, no one acknowledges your existence.
  213. >And you're completely unable to self-checkout at the automated machine because it's not reading anything you're trying to swipe the barcode of while holding it in your hand.
  214. >This doesn't make any fucking sense.
  215. >You've had to put back dozens and dozens of items by now; you could have a billion dollars and it still wouldn't matter.
  216. >How long must this persist before you really have to take drastic measures to prevent yourself from starving to death?
  217. >Look up from your mini sofa, noticing something familiar on the counter top dividing your dinky little kitchen from your half living room.
  218. >It's an empty soda bottle, identical to the one you tried to buy when you first noticed the cashier girl ignoring you for no reason.
  219. >On it is a sticky note bearing nothing but a smiley face.
  220. >What the hell is this supposed to mean?
  221. >Who did this?
  222. >How did they get this into your apartment?
  223. >Your entire world is spinning out of control as you do everything you can to process this recent series of events.
  224. >Trying to make sense of all of this.
  225. "Is someone here?" You dread the thought of someone breaking into your apartment, feeling an urge to leave NOW.
  226. >What the hell is going on?
  227. >Why?
  228. >Who the hell is doing all of this?
  229. ~
  230. >Here she goes again.
  231. >The darkness of the night is not necessary, but it's the only thing in the sky whenever Wallflower Blush is awake.
  232. >She struts across the parking lot, freckled D-cup cleavage bouncing in her top to her aggressive steps across the asphalt.
  233. >With a hearty shove, she parts both of the glass doors open at once and storms inside, making her dramatic entrance into the store that's only seen as a non-existent gust of wind by a couple of pedestrians from outside.
  234. >Wallflower usually does it like this every time, but she has a bone to pick with someone this time.
  235. >Juniper's stomach sinks again when she now sees both doors swing open on their own this time, immediately calling for her manager.
  236. >But her manager is not here right now, probably not very responsible as far as Juniper Montage is aware.
  237. >"Alright fuck this." She huffs before collecting her things in a haphazard fashion.
  238. >She's just going to have to find another job to keep herself afloat while she eternally awaits her big break.
  239. >All sorts of things go buzzing through Juniper's mind at once.
  240. >Is she safe in here?
  241. >How long will it take for her manager to formally fire her for walking out on the job this abruptly?
  242. >How long will it take her to find a better job before the rent is due?
  243. >If she's going to go through with this, she better actually have a plan.
  244. >Juniper Montage doesn't know which one scares her more: the poltergeist in this store, or trying to find a decent job in this economy that'll keep both her AND her shitty landlord happy?
  245. >Her landlord is so horrible that he might as well be practice for predatory directors and managers in the movie industry Juniper wants to dive into.
  246. >Maybe it'll help her say yes after reading the contract after that email comes in. She'll be used to bullshit.
  247. >*slam!*
  248. >Juniper Montage collided directly into the metal middle of the glass double doors out of the convenience store.
  249. >Falling back onto the hard tile floor, she misses the black welcome mat.
  250. >Listening to all of her things, papers, writing utensils, phone, etc. all scatter across the floor.
  251. >Juniper shakes her head and starts to collect her things, feeling as though someone is yelling at her even though no one is around.
  252. >"You and I would have been best friends if you just talked to me!!" Wallflower continues to shout at Juniper, watching the other girl clumsily gather her things back into her bag before stumbling back up to her feet. "Yeah, your latest movie attempt was shit! You don't even know how to hold a camera right!"
  253. >Wallflower shoves Juniper back into a small shelf holding tiny plastic car toys.
  254. >Juniper figures she must have lost her balance, trying her hardest to regain it before miraculously flying into another one of the shelves down the aisle.
  255. >"Maybe you SHOULD just do porn! Bet you'd be great at sucking cocks, you fucking bitch!" Wallflower watches Juniper have to rise back to her feet again. "I bet you actually can hear me, but you just don't wanna face the truth!"
  256. >"What the fuck..." Juniper blankly darts her eyes around, instinctively picking up the items that fell from the shelf, but not finding them all.
  257. >"C'mon, you admitted it the other day! You'd totally do porn as long as it's vanilla! Right?!"
  258. >Juniper cannot hear a single quiet or loud word Wallflower says.
  259. >"What's wrong? Afraid to kiss another girl now?" Wallflower pulls Juniper closer against herself and deeply kisses her on the lips. "Surely you don't mind doing this much, do you?"
  260. >Wallflower holds a couple of the plastic toy cars she picked off the floor before Juniper could grab them.
  261. >"I think I'll take a couple of these too." Wallflower rattles a couple of toy Lamborghinis around like maracas. "And I'm NOT paying for it!"
  262. >"Is someone there?!" Juniper's pupils contract.
  263. >There's a brief pause, before the two miniature toy cars make Juniper nearly jump out of her skin by suddenly clacking against the floor out of nowhere.
  264. >"Whammmmph... mmmmmmhmmmmmph..." Juniper tries to speak but her mouth can't open all the way, like her lips are almost stuck together.
  265. >This really horrifies her, making her star in a horror movie in her mind she never signed up for.
  266. >Why can't she open her mouth?!
  267. >Why can't she MOVE?!
  268. >Wallflower kisses Juniper deeper and deeper, really starting to get into it as the other girl quietly shrieks while struggling to break free from her position.
  269. >"Fuck, you taste good." Wallflower compliments Juniper while forcing the other girl's hand onto her own soft busty chest. "That's gonna make people notice you less now, but maybe you can practice with me."
  270. >Juniper lets out a scream and finally breaks free.
  271. >But then can't move her legs forward for some reason.
  272. >This has to be some kind of a nightmare.
  273. >Juniper feels something happening at her crotch but can't make out what it is.
  274. >She's feeling really flustered down there, but doesn't think twice about it before breaking free again and forcing her way out the door, leaving all of her stuff behind.
  275. >Reflexively holding her skirt down as she flees across the dark asphalt parking lot, in response to something she's not consciously aware of.
  276. >The store would have been left unlocked all night, but the next employee doesn't come in for the night shift until an hour later.
  277. >Finally arriving to find angry and confused customers asking why there's no employees here.
  278. >With only one customer seeing the mess made and deducing that the place was robbed, at least until the employee checks the cash register to find all of the money untouched.
  279. >The conclusion reached by the time the manager comes back is that it was a poltergeist attack.
  280. >Get the priest over here to sprinkle some more holy water all over everything and say the magic words again.
  281. >Juniper Montage isn't fired, but also second guesses quitting considering she has no other viable job option in this day and age.
  282. >She's still yelled at for abandoning her post and allowing merchandise to be lost, even after all of the spooky ghost shit that's been happening.
  283. >Her manager doesn't care, and tells her she needs to work overtime to make up for it, as well as clean up the mess she clearly made herself on camera instead of the items being pushed off the shelf by the invisible force.
  284. >A technicality is a technicality, as far as Juniper's awful manager is concerned.
  285. >Juniper accepts the obligation because she doesn't have anywhere else to work anyway.
  286. >She goes home, pushes the late rent notice away from her dingy front door across the musty floor, sits on her bed and cries.
  287. >Never having felt so trapped like this.
  288. >The Lamborghinis were never recovered.
  289. ~
  290. >You eventually hear about what happened, reading about it online.
  291. >Can't help but kind of feel for Juniper at this point, having a hunch that she might actually have nothing to do with this after all.
  292. >But you also kind of wanna take her job if she quits, because you're still unemployed and nowhere you applied to responded yet.
  293. >Damn job market.
  294. >Juniper seems to be staying put, though.
  295. >No idea what's motivating her this hard, which is why your hunch is still only a hunch that she might not be involved in this debauchery at all.
  296. >Anyway, you really, really gotta worry about how you're gonna keep yourself fed and housed.
  297. >At least you were able to pay your rent through the mail, leaving the envelope containing the check at the mercy of the postal service after walking away from the mailbox.
  298. >The website didn't seem to be working for whatever reason, so you had to resort to the old-fashioned way.
  299. >After an hour or two of sitting at the wobbly kitchen table, you decide to try the first convenience store once more.
  300. >...
  301. >You walked over like you usually do, cautiously swinging the door open and expecting to see Juniper there.
  302. >On the way over, you figured you might as well apologize to her for being abrasive about a week or so ago, even though she probably didn't even know you were there when that happened.
  303. >The terrified look that spreads across Juniper's face when she sees the door open on its own stops you in your tracks.
  304. >"No... no! NO! Not again!" Juniper nearly climbs over the counter to race into the bathroom and locks herself inside.
  305. "Wait!" You assume she saw you this time, and was reacting to YOU with that look on her face. "I'm sorry!"
  306. >You wait outside the door, hearing Juniper's breaking voice quietly sobbing as she has her back against the door.
  307. "I'm sorry!" You repeat, heavily banging on the door.
  308. >Juniper perks up, hearing a light tapping on the door, and lets out a terrified squeal while burying her head in her trembling hands in the dim overhead light.
  309. >"What's going on?!" She croaks with tears streaming down her face. "What do you want from me?"
  310. >You listen to her continue to sob.
  311. >"I don't want this life!" Continues Juniper.
  312. >No matter how hard you try, you can't get her attention.
  313. >But she does seem to hear the banging on the door to some extent, but still not your voice.
  314. >With a heavy heart, you reluctantly start to leave the store.
  315. >Looking up at one of the TV screens you can now see from this angle of the live security footage, you notice the aisle you're standing in, except you don't see yourself standing in it.
  316. >Wave your hand around but still don't see anything happening on the screen.
  317. >Grab a Slim Jim off of one of the shelves to see if this is actually live footage and the image of the Slim Jim on the screen does anything.
  318. >It moves slightly, then disappears.
  319. >Staring in disbelief, you try this with several other items from the shelves, in a completely random order and for random durations as you go along.
  320. >It still makes the events on the screen correspond perfectly.
  321. >Throw the Slim Jim onto the floor, watching it appear on the screen at the precise position and angle it landed, even visibly rolling across the floor a little after the impact.
  322. >You look at the stuff on the shelves, listening to your empty stomach churn as you begin to contemplate the decision you're about to make.
  323. ~
  324. >You're not proud of it, but your mini fridge is fully re-stocked.
  325. >It's been over a day and a half since you stole, since you shoplifted, since you started worrying if something happened where it's actually found out and you stop being invisible just enough to get thrown in jail.
  326. >The after-paranoia that comes with it is real.
  327. >Staring out the window, you're watching cars go by as you do your best to make sense of everything happening to you before a voice startles you.
  328. >"Do you remember me now?"
  329. >Jump off the mini couch and look around.
  330. >"I'm over here, Anon."
  331. >Look towards your bedroom to find a girl standing in front of it.
  332. >Her hair is lush green, skin vibrant green.
  333. >She has on a striped sweater that oddly compliments the slight messiness of her hair as she steps towards you in her tight pair of blue jeans.
  334. "Wait..." You recognize her. "Wallflower?"
  335. >Wallflower Blush halts in place at the sound of someone else saying her name.
  336. >All those days and nights of raiding different stores, throwing stuff at people at the park, streaking at the mall just to see if anyone would see her do it, among many many other things, all of it finally led up to this moment when Anon looked directly at her once again and said her name.
  337. "How did you get in here?" You start feeling funny inside.
  338. >"I have your spare key, remember?" Responds Wallflower, looking simultaneously hurt and hopeful that she can get him to say something else to her. "You still haven't made the bed since the last time we had sex."
  339. >The declaration pierces into you like an arrow, and something feels like it almost clicks, but not quite.
  340. >Wallflower stares at you with those puppy dog eyes.
  341. "I uh..."
  342. >"Please, you have to remember!" Wallflower steps towards you in a way that would have made you back away had it been anyone else.
  343. >But you don't back away when it's Wallflower.
  344. >In fact, you get an urge to step closer to her... longing for her.
  345. >"I was there when Juniper and her manager looked at the footage. I saw what they didn't see in the video. I heard what they didn't hear."
  346. "What are you talking about?"
  347. >"The soda, Anon."
  348. >You remember that much of what she said.
  349. >"I'm so sorry something happened that made you forget. I don't know how to control it either. I can barely even understand it."
  350. >Wallflower's voice definitely has a great level of genuine-ness in it.
  351. "Is it you doing this?"
  352. >"No! But it hurt me so much to see that happen to you."
  353. >You immediately think back to Juniper.
  354. >"I know what it's like, Anon. I hate it just as much as you do."
  355. >You immediately start to piece everything together: What you saw on the camera, what you heard happened that a couple of nights ago, everything.
  356. "Are you... shoplifting the stores?"
  357. >"We HAVE to now, Anon!" Wallflower places her hands on your shoulders.
  358. >You tingle all over, very deeply affected by Wallflower's touch, feeling hot inside of your clothes as something in the back corners of your mind struggles to reassert itself.
  359. >"We live together now, remember? I just started staying overnight with you again. I have nowhere else to go..."
  360. "I..."
  361. >"I don't wanna leave you, Anon." Wallflower keeps saying your name, hoping you'll say hers again for her. "No one else knows I'm even here..."
  362. >You almost automatically pull her into a hug, letting her well developed chest push into you before realizing she can feel the stiff tent you didn't realize you were pitching until it felt Wallflowers crotch against it through both your pants and hers.
  363. >"I didn't mean to go that hard on Juniper." Wallflower says to you. "It's just... watching her ignore you like that... after all the time we've spent together... I just HAD to give her a piece of my mind even if she didn't hear it. I'm so sorry, Anon."
  364. >If there's different layers of invisibility, there's no doubt that Wallflower alone resides within the deepest one.
  365. >You can see it in her eyes as they well up with tears as she holds you.
  366. >Can't tell if she's trying to smile or frown.
  367. >"I don't know if it ever ends. The invisibility." Wallflower softly speaks to you in almost a whisper. "But I promise we can go on like this. We absolutely can. For as long as it takes."
  368. >You stare at her before she leans in for a kiss.
  369. >Very slowly.
  370. >Like she wants to make sure you remember first.
  371. >Her shaky breath beats against your face, almost apologetically.
  372. >You can sense that this isn't the first time you two have held one another.
  373. >"Don't you remember, Anon?" Asks Wallflower. "The videos on your phone? When I made you jerk off to me when you didn't know it?"
  374. >Something almost rings a bell.
  375. >"Remember when I... sucked you?" Wallflower resumes.
  376. >Her eyes are mere inches from yours, tip of her nose even closer but still slightly closer than her lips that still feel like they're the closest.
  377. >"Just remember..."
  378. "Wallflower..." You say her name again.
  379. >The warm blast of her happy sigh tickles your face after she heard you say that.
  380. >"Anon, I..." Wallflower can't hold herself back anymore.
  381. >She closes the kiss within seconds, locking her lips with yours and not wanting to let go of you even if her life depended on it.
  382. >You immediately lose all restraint and kiss her back, deeper and deeper.
  383. >Indulging in her taste putting you in a state of bliss.
  384. >Her soft hair engulfs your hand cupping the back of her head as you push your faces together.
  385. >And slowly but surely, all of the memories of her finally come flooding back into your head.
  386. >Ever since the beginning of this whole... thing, straight from the top.
  387. >Your hands began wandering underneath the rim of Wallflower's sweater, gently gliding against her smooth midriff underneath, electrified by the feel of her soft bare skin.
  388. "What do we do about Juniper?" You ask, not wanting to leave the girl in the state she was before you finally go back to routinely indulging with Wallflower Blush. "Should we help her first?"
  389. >"I want to you titfuck me first." Murmurs Wallflower.
  390. >Bedroom eyes are exchanged, and Wallflower's sweater is quickly scrunched up her torso, revealing her full midriff then getting pulled up above her off-white bra in front of you.
  391. >The sweater soon gently falls upon the carpet below, and you pull Wallflower's bra cups up with just enough force to help her big soft freckled tits slip out beneath them.
  392. >They drop with a quiet slap and a slight jiggle, officially trapping you into a state of lust for Wallflower Blush who already started pulling the zipper of your fly down.
  393. >Sight quietly at Wallflower's now fully exposed large-areolae breasts spiking your horny urges.
  394. >She quickly manages to free your erect member; remembered all the past times the two of you have gotten intimate.
  395. >Delight fills her eyes as you push your throbbing shaft between her soft mounds, advancing your way deeper into her sexy cleavage that now engulfs and rubs against your cock in just the right way.
  396. >The two of you already knew when to start rocking back and forth, gradually intensifying and getting further and further into it.
  397. >Wallflower Blush's massive soft breasts wobble around your hard enveloped member, stimulating and agitating your shaft inside her beautiful cleavage's soft depth.
  398. >"Anon~..." Moans Wallflower as the movements become more intense. "Don't slow down... I need this~!"
  399. "I need it too, Wallflower..." You tell her. "Ngh~"
  400. >The need to satisfy this pressing sexual urge takes over the both of you for the rest of the couple of minutes, before you finally tense up and start spurting your cum out deep inside of Wallflower's soft nude cleavage.
  401. >What the hell just happened?
  402. >You can tell if you're surprised you forgot how much you missed this, or if you're surprised this happened so fast due to the two of you being this mutually down bad for one another.
  403. >There's a lengthy moment of silence.
  404. >Then Wallflower speaks to you.
  405. >"Let's get Juniper over with." She says.
  406. >You nod.
  407. >As you two start out the door after getting re-dressed, you ask her something.
  408. "Why just a smiley face?" You refer to the sticky note.
  409. >"I had to kiss you enough times first. At least, that's what eventually worked." Responds Wallflower. "I liked it better that way anyway~"
  410. >...
  411. >Entering the convenience store once again, you and Wallflower now stride beside one another.
  412. >Feeling completely refreshed of all your stress as you both are whole again.
  413. >But Juniper Montage is nowhere to be seen.
  414. >No one minds you hanging out in the store all day waiting for Juniper, who still never appears.
  415. >The longer you stay there, the more you realize something is wrong.
  416. >But the bathroom door is also open when there's no one in there, so it's not like Juniper offed herself or anything like that, which is what you were underhandedly worried about.
  417. >This world must have been a lot for her to take up to this point, and you and Wallflower have a good idea of how bad it can get.
  418. >To feel like you don't have any control over your fate, over what you want your destiny to be.
  419. >The store manager doesn't notice the two of you looking over his shoulder as he fills out a form that reveals what happened with Juniper.
  420. >She quit yesterday.
  421. >Unsurprisingly.
  422. >The form states that she was eligible to relocate instead of just quitting all the way, but it doesn't state the exact location to where she was relocated away from this "haunted" convenience store.
  423. >No matter what papers you and Wallflower look through, there's nothing that says where she went, how much further from her place it is than this place, or anything else.
  424. >That information is protected by a password on the computer, and the manager is not checking that at all right now.
  425. >The most you can find is the sheets of paper the manager wrote Juniper up on for not leaving her post when (for all anyone else knows) paranormal activity was taking place.
  426. >Now shrugging, you and Wallflower decide that Juniper can wait... because Wallflower also knows where she lives too.
  427. >Juniper's going to need some time to cool herself down anyway.
  428. >As for you and Wallflower, the way you're living together can bring you so much fun for the time being.
  429. >And this thing you and Wallflower just sparked together is going to take off.
  430. ~
  431. >Now the two of you strut across the dark parking lot with the streetlights receding away behind you.
  432. >Wallflower holds hands with you, letting her soft busty chest jiggle with her steps while you keep up with her.
  433. >The new employee isn't here yet, so Juniper's asshole manager had to make do by overseeing the underemployed convenience store with a reputation for being haunted due to Wallflower's shoplifting.
  434. >And now you have joined her, having no other choice but to stick by the side of this girl you love and take the food you need to survive with her.
  435. >Juniper's (former) manager watches the doors swing open, having prayed they wouldn't on this night.
  436. >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjM1-kzMs8A
  437. >Knowing all the stories of what happened, and would usually have his employees take the brunt of the spooky hours that are really just Wallflower's shopping hours influenced by her nocturnal sleep schedule.
  438. >He starts to step away from his temporary post.
  439. >Watches a magazine towards the front disappear.
  440. >Sweat on his brow as he tries to decide what to do next, he darts his eyes around.
  441. >A crumpled up magazine suddenly appears out of thin air and hits him square in the nose.
  442. >It wasn't a heavy or painful impact, but it sure scared the shit out of him.
  443. >"Th-that's public property until you buy it!" He shivers while fleeing from the direction the balled up laminated paper flew at him from.
  444. >One of the refrigerated section's doors squeaks open, and one of the orange juice containers starts to tilt forward before disappearing.
  445. >Meanwhile, Wallflower is holding the orange juice in her hand, twisting the plastic cap off and peeling away the inner plastic seal.
  446. >You scare the dumbfounded manager by knocking a cardboard holster of candies to the floor, making it only briefly fade out of visibility for the brief second you make physical contact with it.
  447. >Grab one of the Slim Jims and peel the wrapper away, taking a bite of it and getting a good idea of what they taste like before you pay for them.
  448. >The manager's shaky hands reach for the phone, but not to call the cops, but to call the priest for like the fifth time in the past month and a half.
  449. >Wallflower starts to pour the orange juice all over her mouth, gulping down as much of it she can, making mysteriously visible puddles of orange juice appear on the floor to the scared stiff manager like some ethereal transition fluid from the further-spirit-shadowrealm-urgatory.
  450. >A lot of it spills all over her, soaking her top and chest and making her deep soft freckled cleavage glisten as the front of her shirt darkens getting soaked.
  451. >You're stuffing packets of Fig Newtons into your pockets for later, and as soon as you're done ogling Wallflower, you eye the frozen section for chocolate milk and a couple of tasty mac-n-cheese dinners.
  452. >"Clean up on aisle six, fuckhead!" Chimes Wallflower, raising her middle finger to the manager who watches more activity take place and tries to make a break for the door. "Shame, this stuff is delish."
  453. >Wallflower sloshes a bit of the orange juice out of the container right where he's stepping, causing him to slip and fall.
  454. >Next to the magazines by the door are some zipties for sale.
  455. >You grab a couple of them and proceed to fix them around the two door handles, planning to only keep them there for a short time, or at least until the manager inevitably finds something to cut them with.
  456. "Now you's can't leave!" You grin, now picking up a shopping basket and putting anything you want into it.
  457. >"Better come stop us!" Wallflower taunts him. "Don't wanna lose merchandise now, don't we?"
  458. >The manager notices the zip ties around the door handles and plunged into full panic mode, hollering and scrambling to find the fire door, saying "fire door" under his breath.
  459. >Oh shit, that's right. The fire escape.
  460. >Welp, your little mob movie reference was fun while it lasted.
  461. >But that doesn't stop you and Wallflower from overpowering him and dragging him back to the frozen section of the store kicking and screaming.
  462. >"Don't leave your post, remember?" Jeers Wallflower, knowing full well the asshole manager can't hear her anyway.
  463. >You grab a cold frozen pie from the freezer and take it out of the box.
  464. >Wallflower rips the front of her top open and flashes her tits at the confused and afraid manager.
  465. >You lean down at the manager, trying not to be too distracted by Wallflowers big beautiful breasts, then slap the frozen pie directly onto the manager's face, coating it in freezing cranberry-raspberry filling.
  466. "You gonna make your employees pay for this?" You lick the delicious filling off of your fingers, then grab a frozen cherry pie off the shelf next to take back home.
  467. >"What the fuck is going on?!" Blubbers the manager as the rest of the orange juice is poured all over him.
  468. >"That should wash it off for ya."
  469. >You embrace Wallflower and start licking the first bit of orange juice off of her tits, soon sucking on her nipples then opening the front of your pants and pulling your cock out right in front of the pie-faced manager.
  470. >You already got a hard-on from all of this, might as well put it to good use.
  471. >The two of you pin the manager to the floor as Wallflower proceeds to give you head while on top of the manager with you.
  472. >After you finish down her throat, both of you grab your shopping baskets and fill them to the brim with all the food you'll need for the next week or two.
  473. >Not paying for a damn thing and waltzing out the fire exit, making the alarm go off.
  474. "Clean it up." You taunt the manager who still can't hear you.
  475. >Wallflower opts to rip her top the rest of the way off and walk around fully topless with you groping her soft naked tits as her walking makes them jiggle against your hand.
  476. >You each have shopping baskets to haul back to your apartment.
  477. >Where you both live together as invisible shoplifters surviving together.
  478. ~
  479. >…
  480. >”Anyone in chat know how to start up a campfire?” Vignette Valencia grips the selfie stick, phone camera panning down upon her from above.
  481. >She can’t read the little messages on the screen from this distance anyway.
  482. >Those colorful little oval shapes indicating donations say all she needs to hear.
  483. >She aims to stay in character for her followers for the rest of the day… then she can go back to normal and look at how much money she made.
  484. >What a time to be alive.
  485. >”You like, rub two sticks together or some shit, right?” She continues.
  486. >Vignette scours the ground for various twigs, almost tripping over a rock half engulfed in the dirt that was hidden by tall grass blades.
  487. >”Damn, imagine trying to mow this place. That’d be a nightmare.”
  488. >Little emojis fly up the most recent chat history, blasting off like Vignette’s bank account.
  489. >Perfect time of year to try out doing a camping vlog for her social media following.
  490. >”Hey uh, nostalgia moment, anyone remember when we were kids, and we were in the boy or girl scouts, and we did that like… snipe hunt thing?”
  491. >Most of the chat is too young to remember whatever this was, or were just never exposed to this experience because they stopped going outside when they were 8 and never looked back.
  492. >”We’re going on a stick hunt, chat.” Vignette is sure to continue talking, keeping her followers pacified every single minute. “Come on, sing it with me! We’re going on a stick hunt! We’re going on a stick hunt! All together now, chat!”
  493. >She stomps a little roughly on the ground to make her chest bounce a little bit for the attention of her loyal simps, but not enough to spill all the way out of the crop top she has on.
  494. >Through the gentle gusts of wind from the distant knolls of long grass and thick pine trees, a voice hollers.
  495. >”GET BACK HERE!” Gloriosa stomps over the rocks in the direction of the attention seeking princess. “Do you have any idea what you just did?!”
  496. >There’s still a few bits of mud and other residue stuck to the bottom of Vignette’s recently bought hiking boots.
  497. >Material from the beaver dam she just walked across and caused to collapse…
  498. >Gloriosa is surprised how unable to catch up to Vignette she is.
  499. >Those e-girls really do move fast when chasing those dollar bills.
  500. >”We’re going on a stick hunt! We’re going on a stick hunt!” Chants Vignette in hopes to keep her short-attention-span fandom entertained enough to donate more money. “Then we’ll start a camp fire! Then we’ll start a camp fire!”
  501. >She laughs to herself.
  502. >”Y’all are right. That’s so cringe. Ooh!” Vignette wanders over to a bundle of sticks on the ground like a moth to a flame. “Do you guys think this’ll work? Can one of the mods start a poll?”
  503. >The little text box reads: [use these random sticks for fire? yes (fire emoji) or no (X emoji)]
  504. >The votes come pouring in.
  505. >”I just… uh… I just remembered that movie. With the VHS. Blaire Witch Project. This is totally like that!”
  506. >”VIGNETTE VALENCIA! GET OVER HERE!” Gloriosa appears from over a small hill like an ancient one-woman army ready to charge. “YOU DESTROYED A BEAVER DAM!”
  507. >Vignette finally notices her. “Yooooo, is that Gloriosa? She looks pissed off!” She laughs to herself, getting her fans to laugh with her.
  508. >Gloriosa Daisy’s face glows like a thousand degree knife headed straight towards its target.
  509. >”I wonder what she’s saying, V-gang…” Vignette take a few mid-video selfies with a visibly perturbed Gloriosa Daisy rapidly approaching from behind.
  510. >Gloriosa waves her hands wildly like a maniac, as though she hadn’t gotten Vignette’s attention yet which is partially true.
  511. >”You. Destroyed. A. Beaver. Dam!” Grunts Gloriosa with gritted teeth and fire in her eyes. “Get. OVER. Here!”
  512. >”What?” Vignette cluelessly steps closer to the camp lady. “Damn, what?” She asks her to clarify.
  513. >”You ran over a beaver dam! You destroyed their habitat!” Gloriosa’s facial expression causes Vignette to hesitate in approaching her.
  514. >”What? A beaver dam?”
  515. >”You destroyed a beaver damn!”
  516. >It all dawns upon Vignette in this very instant what happened, and she cups her hands over her mouth.
  517. >”Ohhhh fuck!” The social media star with millions of followers gasps. “Are they okay?”
  518. >Gloriosa tenses her lips as her eyelid twitches. “How about you go ASK them if they’re okay?!”
  519. >”I didn’t know! I was just live streaming!”
  520. >”You walked RIGHT over it! You STOMPED on it and made it fall apart!”
  521. >”Hold up, hold up, I did not stomp on it!”
  522. >”It sure looks like you did!”
  523. >”My backpack probably just made me weight more! I’m so sorry, are the beavers okay?”
  524. >”No they’re not okay, they have to build their home all over again!”
  525. >”I’m sorry!” Vignette darts her gaze around in a frantic panic, spotting the bundle of sticks she just discovered. “H-hey! They can use these, right?” Vignette goes over and picks the bits of wood off of the ground while her livestream chat is having a grand old time.
  526. >”Back to camp! NOW!”
  527. >”I can help them rebuild!” Vignette fixes her wolf-cut hair after some of it falls in front of her eyes, holding the bundle of sticks up like they’re Excalibur. “I wanna make everything right. We can help them rebuild their nest, right, chat?”
  528. >”It doesn’t work that way! Back to camp NOW!” Shrieks Gloriosa, fists trembling and her patience withering into nothing.
  529. >And with that, Gloriosa Daisy marched Vignette all the way back to camp.
  530. >A 20-something-year-old herding another 20-something-year-old back like a parent to a stupid teenager.
  531. >Vignette continuously apologizes profusely, having genuinely zero intention of destroying the beaver dam as she genuinely had zero knowledge of what it was.
  532. >Her apologies are indeed from the heart, but they won’t undo what she did.
  533. >”Turn that thing off already! How do you even have cellular service out here?” Says Gloriosa.
  534. >”My internet’s premium.” Responds Vignette.
  535. >”I thought I told you at the beginning of your trip you’re not supposed to have technology out?”
  536. >”It’s the only way I can make money!”
  537. >The mobile phone clamped onto the end of the selfie stick remains in question for the remainder of the walk back until Vignette finally relents and agrees to turn it off for now.
  538. >Not wanting to cut her trip (and thus, potential camping vlog content) down to 3 days instead of one week.
  539. >It’s good content, eh?
  540. >”Why can’t you just keep your phone off like a normal person?”
  541. >”I’m not like other girls, okay?”
  542. >The two of them finally make it back to camp Everfree.
  543. >Vignette is ordered to stay in her cabin she was assigned to while Gloriosa rubs her temples at her desk, groaning and feeling nothing but deep sympathy for the wildlife that just got so carelessly disrupted today.
  544. >In the next hour or two, Vignette posts three more selfies to her social media page with the hashtag #thatwentwell or whatever the fuck.
  545. >”Ugh! I gotta fix up my hair. I’ve been sweating like crazy, chat. It’s making my shampoo start to fail me.” Complains Vignette. “Y’all, I feel sooooo bad about those beavers! I swear I didn’t know! Protect wildlife, folks!”
  546. >Her chat’s moderators have to comb through messages in this moment.
  547. >I gotta make everything right, I can’t let those poor beavers just be homeless like that!” Vignette says to her followers before looking at the wall mirror in her cabin. “Ah damn, this place has a shower, right?”
  548. >An angry knock sounds at the door.
  549. >Vignette answers to find a not-so-happy-camper in Gloriosa Daisy.
  550. >”Alright, look. First off, I wanna say I’m so sorry about the beavers! I had a really stupid moment and didn’t know what that thing was. I was just in character for my followers. I couldn’t find another way across the river.”
  551. >”You weren’t supposed to cross the river. That side of the river is off limits to campers!” Gloriosa has to remind for the tenth time.
  552. >”But there were so many pretty flowers and ferns and stuff over there! I was only going for a second.”
  553. >”Do you seriously not understand that rules are rules?”
  554. >”Look, I’m sorry. It’s totally my fault, I’m owning up to it. I’m sorry, okay? Anything you need me to do to help the beavers get their home back, I’ll do it.” Says Vignette, reflecting on how her content has gotten more and more annoying to other over the years as she kept trying to one-up whatever it was she did last to keep her followers engaged.
  555. >”You can help but staying inside from now on until you leave. Alright?”
  556. >Vignette sighs, knowing she can’t get good nature content to her vlogging escapades if she just stays in this cramped little cabin for the rest of the week.
  557. >”Do I have to? I’m really really sorry! It won’t happen again, I promise.”
  558. >”You’re not allowed to leave immediate camp grounds from this moment on.” Scolds Gloriosa. “You’re lucky I’m still letting you stay.”
  559. >”Oh, thank you! Thank you!” Vignette clamps her hands together, fingers interlocked. “I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise promise promise! I swear on my follower count!”
  560. >”Look, I couldn’t care less about your follower count.” Gloriosa says under her breath, hoping Vignette won’t hear and give the camp a bad review to her millions of followers.
  561. >Vignette’s current predicament keeping the guilt on her is a goos way to keep the spotlight in her direction and keep her apologetic about what she did.
  562. >Getting a conventionally popular social media influencer to advertise the camp to tons of new audiences is a prospect Gloriosa doesn’t want to let slip away.
  563. >It’s too bad Gloriosa underestimated just how much of a… handful social media influencers can be.
  564. >This is what she continues to worry about as she returns to her office, once again worried about the future of Camp Everfree.
  565. >She prays this interaction will be omitted from Vignette’s account of it, as she doesn’t want to be portrayed in a light where she’s angry and hammering down all the rules upon the campers.
  566. >That sure wouldn’t be a good look, now wouldn’t it?
  567. >Meanwhile, Vignette ventures outside of her cabin reluctantly, because her chat dared her to.
  568. >Barely a few minutes later.
  569. >The intrepid explorer ventures around the campgrounds just out of sight of the view from Gloriosa Daisy’s office window.
  570. >”Alrighty, chat. Let’s see what we, oh my gosh!” Vignette notices a bunch of cattails by the shore of Lake Everfree.
  571. >Gloriosa didn’t say anything about the shore of the lake being the borderline fo the campgrounds, at least not to the extent of Vignette’s memory.
  572. >The cattails are right before the shore anyway, so it doesn’t matter.
  573. >Time to milk more content.
  574. >Vignette keeps her selfie stick in hand, making a cute face as she takes a few selfies in front of the cluster of plants before grabbing one of them.
  575. >”I got some wild glizzies!” She chimes before slipping the hot dog shaped part into her mouth.
  576. >Not biting down and instead just slipping it further and further and further watching the implications make more donations come in as she acts like a total (attention) whore for her stream in a way that might be pushing her luck with the streaming service’s terms of service.
  577. >She in particular won’t have to do a lot to get herself off the hook anyway.
  578. >”Mmmmmmmmm~…” Vignette moans before the cattail inevitably bursts open in the back of her mouth after enough saliva and pressure. “MM-aock! c-c-c-c-c-c-c-ccchhkkkk k-…aaugh!” She begins to gutturally croak as the phallic object expands into the back of her throat.
  579. >Welp, now she HAS to get Gloriosa’s attention…
  580. >The livestream chat goes wild watching Vignette Valencia hurry over to Gloriosa Daisy’s window faster than Swifties report deep-faked porn of their idol.
  581. >Deep choking noises ensue and grab Gloriosa’s attention, prompting her to race out of her office just in time to save the e-girl influencer’s life.
  582. >…This moment was pretty good practice for Vignette’s gag reflex…
  583. >…
  584. >”Alright, so…” Vignette speaks quietly into the mobile phone raising her vocal inflection at the end of each sentence like she’s asking a question. “We totally just got kicked out. And Gloriosa’s telling me to get on a bus. And we have to like, go home now.”
  585. >The chat keeps rapidly posting skull and laugh-crying emojis with the letter L.
  586. >”Ugh! I know, y’all. I know. I guess I… apparently destroyed a beaver dam.” Vignette tries not to laugh, like this whole thing is just a wacky experience for views. “I swear I didn’t know! I thought it was like, man made or something!”
  587. >She actually didn’t know, but she’s not taking the situation anywhere nearly as seriously as Gloriosa wants her to.
  588. >She really just can’t wait to be back in her room she knows so well.
  589. >Surrounded by vibrant colorful lighting like she works at a red light district.
  590. >Her fans love the bright colors.
  591. >The colors of the bus’s flashing lights remind them of Vignette’s instantly recognizable (to them) room as their favorite influencer climbs the steep metal stairs.
  592. >[Just choked on nature’s corndog and got kicked out of the camp :(] The caption under Vignette’s bus seat selfie reads, followed by a billion hashtags under it.
  593. >The clip of Vignette Valencia deepthroating the cattail for views goes viral within 20 minutes.
  594. >And during that 20 minutes, the bus finally reaches the bus stop where Vignette is to get off and then head back to her place in town.
  595. >But she decides to make a pit stop at the convenience store on the edge of town first, now in the mood for actual hot dogs because her chat wanted it.
  596. >[Today was wild] Vignette says in the comments to her livestream chat one last time before entering the convenience store. [literally almost died]
  597. >She’s effectively done doing her camping vlog livestream, and properly embarrassed herself trying to do the most outrageous things she could think of for her followers.
  598. >Part of her wishes she could go back and help the beavers rebuild the dam that she busted up.
  599. >Maybe she’ll try again at another time.
  600. >It’s not like she can sneak back into the camp or anything, though just doing that to rebuild something that the wildlife is going to rebuild on their own feels pointless.
  601. >”H-heya…” The cashier of the edge-of-town convenience store greets Vignette.
  602. >Vignette Valencia looks up to find Juniper Montage staring right back at her.
  603. >”Heh, hi. I’m just browsing, thanks.” Vignette says.
  604. >”You’re uh… Vignette Valencia, right?”
  605. >”Yeah.”
  606. >There’s a long pause of Juniper just standing there behind the cash register and Vignette looking confused.
  607. >”You want an autograph?” Vignette asks. “I think I can make up something on ink and paper real quick.”
  608. >Juniper rubs the side of her arm and half-shrugs, not able to figure out how she wants to say what she’s going to say next.
  609. >”Is uh… there something else?”
  610. >”Were you just doing one of your… livestreams?” Blushes Juniper. “That get… lots of views?”
  611. >”Yeah… why?”
  612. >”Did you already finish doing it?”
  613. >”Ah darn, yeah you just missed it. Sorry.”
  614. >Juniper had this opportunity she wasn’t at all prepared for just placed in front of her, doomed to be wasted as she has no way to go about it.
  615. >This is Vignette Valencia, a social media influencer with millions of followers, something Juniper had never had in her entire life, but has dreamt about through her entire life.
  616. >”Wanna take a selfie?” Suggests Vignette.
  617. >”Oh! Uh… yes!” Juniper perks up. “I-I’d love to.”
  618. >Juniper walks around the counter top of the job she still desperately wants to leave despite its new location.
  619. >There hasn’t been any suspected paranormal activity here yet.
  620. >But she feels as though that may or may not change soon.
  621. >Something deep inside tells her that her new location is already known.
  622. >”Can it uh…” Juniper sheepishly starts to ask before stopping herself, afraid she’s being too demanding.
  623. >”Can it what?” Vignette watches the other girl blush like crazy as she tries her best to get the words out.
  624. >”Can it be a… video selfie?”
  625. >”Sure thing. You wanna plug your insta and all that, right?”
  626. >Juniper gulps, barely knowing what any of this means, having only planned just now to hope she could display her acting abilities in this video selfie that will be shown on an account with millions of followers.
  627. >She wasn’t prepared for this!
  628. >Juniper Montage’s heart thumps in her ears, and her legs feel like they’re going to collapse at any moment now.
  629. >”oh god oh god oh god what do i do what do i do what do i do?” Juniper rambles on to herself inside her own head.
  630. >She feels like she’s playing operation with her own destiny.
  631. >One false move and it all goes out the window, she misses what’s probably her only chance at exposure and that’s the end of it.
  632. >All of those future years of Juniper Montage starring in new movies coming out, cameo-ing in super bowl commercials, walking down the red carpet, so on and so forth, all cease to exist because she did this moment wrong.
  633. >The moment when she faced her only chance at exposure when a sizable-follow-count social media influencer ran into her at work after she changed locations.
  634. >It must have been fate that aligned all of this together, and Juniper can’t believe she’s about to blow her only chance!
  635. >”Uh… helloooo?” Vignette becomes impatient. “We doing this or not?”
  636. >Juniper shyly nods and stands next to the influencer now holding out her selfie stick.
  637. >Her breath grows shaky and uneven, so much so that even Vignette is starting to glance over at her, ready to ask Juniper if she’s okay.
  638. >”I’m fine!” Juniper gives the other girl a *really* wide smile, assuming she was just about to ask her if she’s having a seizure or something.
  639. >Juniper has a pretty good idea of how she looks and sounds right now, but is mostly hoping it just draws more attention to her during this sudden impromptu video selfie with a pretty big social media influencer that can land her lots of attention.
  640. >”Sup, V-gang? I’m here at the 7 Eleven with a fan.” Vignette starts it off then gestures for Juniper to state her name.
  641. >”H-hi…” Juniper’s mind wildly races trying to find a way to shoehorn an excuse to show off her acting abilities into this desperate situation of hers. “I’m Juniper Montage.”
  642. >”Yeah, pham! Here with this girl with awesome twin-tails here! Love your video reel thingies you got going on there! They look really cool.” Vignette compliments Juniper sense of style in hair accessories. “Where’d you get those?”
  643. >”Uh… I’m in the movie business.” Juniper freezes up like a deer in the headlights, her inner diva doing everything it can to shed its shell and come out before it’s too late to show itself in a meaningful way.
  644. >”Got a handle?” Asks Vignette.
  645. >Juniper stares back at her, puzzled with pupils shivering back and forth while she clumsily readjusts her glasses with a trembling index finger.
  646. >”You know, Twitter handle? Instagram username?” Vignette specifies.
  647. >”I… Ig-got a… an IMDB page… technically.” Juniper brings up the only thing she can think of.
  648. >She hasn’t been networking much.
  649. >”Ooh, you really are in the movie business!” Vignette looks back at the camera. “This girl’s on FIRE!”
  650. >She points at Juniper all coolly while Juniper herself all but physically recedes backwards into the floor, folding into a plane on nothingness that’s bound by her own nature as a nervous wreck with no plan of what to do.
  651. >Vignette can clearly see how nervous Juniper is, and is actively doing what she can to lead the interaction of this video selfie.
  652. >”What’ve you starred in?” Asks Vignette. “Was it something big or just tiny?”
  653. >Juniper Montage shudders. “Background extra… in commercial. Years ago….”
  654. >”That sounds nice, which commercial?”
  655. >”Captain Crunch commercial.”
  656. >”Niiiice! We all gotta start somewhere, right?”
  657. >Shivering as though she just got out of a swimming pool on a cold day without a towel, Juniper sporadically nods at random intervals, fully away of but in zero control of how awkward she’s being.
  658. >Why did this have to happen now?!
  659. >Juniper was not prepared for the only chance she’ll ever get!
  660. >”Whoa!” Vignette suddenly notices something happen at the other end of the empty convenience store. “Did you see that?”
  661. >”I-I’m sorry?” Asks Juniper.
  662. >”Did you see that orange juice container just like… disappear into thin air?”
  663. >A stake hits Juniper’s hear the very second she realizes what this means.
  664. >”Oh my gosh! I just watched it just disappear! Right there!” Vignette points her camera towards where she just witnessed the event.
  665. >Juniper is scared stiff, unable to even plan her next move.
  666. >”Is this place haunted?” Vignette continues to film with her phone, waiting for something else to happen.
  667. >Juniper is hesitant to answer.
  668. >”Hey, Juniper. This ever happen before?”
  669. >”Y-yeah…” Juniper responds. “I think this place might be haunted. We should leave. Now.” She immediately suggests.
  670. >”Wait! I gotta get this on camera!” Vignette has found her new vlog live-streaming theme for the rest of the week now that camping is out of the question.
  671. ~
  672. >One day and a half earlier…
  673. >You and Wallflower have recently caught up with one another in a flurry of certain physical encounters in the apartment bedroom together.
  674. >Over the entire weekend or so, you’ve made the bedsheets get really wrinkled and uneven and eventually balled up and thrown into the laundry hamper.
  675. >It was a team effort.
  676. >You’ve never seen Wallflower so happy, so fulfilled and lost within your presence, receiving all of the acknowledgement of her existence she’s ever gotten in her life.
  677. >Her ecstatic grin spanning from ear to ear spells out her never-ending appreciation for your touch, for your kiss, for your embrace.
  678. >And you’re addicted to her taste, lip-locking with her without ability to pull yourself away for even a couple of hours.
  679. >Wallflower’s colossal breasts press naked onto your side.
  680. >Before recent days, before recent weeks, you were afraid to let Wallflower near you.
  681. >Like she was ready to make you her victim, and you had to survive and keep her at bay, to keep yourself safe from her as she forever-stalked you.
  682. >Now that looming presence that used to make you uneasy embraces you with the last of the ruffled bedsheets lazily draped over the two of you.
  683. >And you serenely lean over and kiss Wallflower on the cheek, then lock lips with her again and again as your full acceptance of her union with you further cements itself into your heart.
  684. >Holding Wallflower closely and tightly while swapping saliva with her, having fully surrendered yourself.
  685. >Softly moaning into one another’s mouths in the most non-competitive way before you’re both too exhausted to move around much.
  686. >You lie face up in the bed together with arms around one another, staring at the ceiling fan hypnotizing the both of you.
  687. >Making you reminisce.
  688. >…
  689. >There was a time when you were urgent to not let her break into your apartment, to not let her make her way inside of your personal quarters.
  690. >Tired of you looking the other way, Wallflower Blush had other plans for you.
  691. >And so, there was at first a series of streets and roads of buildings and trees between the two of you. Plus distance.
  692. >But Wallflower found where you live.
  693. >And so, there was a series of walls and furniture between your natural equipment and Wallflower’s supple goods, sealed off by the lock on your front door for your security.
  694. >But your security was useless… Wallflower found a way inside… All those barriers meant nothing…
  695. >And so, there was nothing between your natural equipment and Wallflower’s supple goods but your clothes and hers.
  696. >There was nothing you could do at this point; you couldn’t detect her inside of your apartment with you, like a thirsty ghost haunting you.
  697. >Wallflower wanted nothing more than to infiltrate your clothes, and she did so herself swiftly without your knowledge.
  698. >You’d be sitting on your couch wondering why you’re suddenly getting erect in your pants for no reason.
  699. >Try to push it back down, but it keeps coming back.
  700. >Your erection only getting stronger and stronger each time.
  701. >And so, you began to panic as you discover have miraculously become undone, and your throbbing erect member was struggling to force its way through the fabric of your boxers.
  702. >No matter what you did, the front of your boxers began to malfunction more and more somehow, increasingly exposing your hard shaft.
  703. >This only made whatever was happening more difficult to try and prevent… until your erect cock flung all the way out of your underwear.
  704. >Your attempts to put it back away were unsuccessful, and you felt more and more stimulated until you finally realized you’re getting closer to cumming.
  705. >Why is your cock doing this?
  706. >And you got closer and closer and closer until it happened against your will…
  707. >You shut your eyes in fear, but then opened them again to find a very familiar trail of saliva-cum bridging between your tip and Wallflower Blush’s lips…
  708. >Oh.
  709. >You quickly fell victim to your love for Wallflower once again, not allowed to forget about her that easily.
  710. >…
  711. >And now you’re both resting in bed together.
  712. >Wallflower sits up to reach the remote, letting her massive cushiony naked breasts gracefully wobble right in front of you as she snatches the device off of the nightstand.
  713. >Unable to help yourself, you reach out and grope her with all of your hormones screaming as loudly as they can.
  714. >Wallflower’s soft heaving breasts wildly jiggle against your ambushing hands as you pull her back down onto the bed with you.
  715. >You lower your face to her divine chest and plant your sucking lips onto her huge bare nipples with all the attention she ever wanted for them and then some~
  716. >This is like the third time today.
  717. >”I guess I get to choose the movie this time?” Asks Wallflower, prompting a physically readable nod out of you with your face buried in her irresistible jello.
  718. >The soft drink that was next to the remote on the nightstand is picked up after the TV flips on, and Wallflower takes a sip before letting you have your turn with the straw.
  719. >The bag of junk food is already empty, but there’s still a lot of this sweet sugary beverage for the two of you to work together sipping down.
  720. >The front door has not been even thought about by either of you in days.
  721. >Having been taking its turn being forgotten.
  722. ~
  723. >After a number of movie watching sessions known to some as “netflix and chill” over the next several hours, you and Wallflower then go out to the store to steal some food together once again.
  724. >It’s unclear how long you’ve slept together, but it’s probably late morning or something.
  725. >Didn’t take a lot of effort to figure out where Juniper works since the town only has one other convenience store in the same chain close enough to where she lives, you just learned.
  726. >Bt you still never figured out how you’re going to make it up to her.
  727. >That part is still something you have yet to figure out for yourselves.
  728. >But for the meantime, you take a few things from the same old local convenience store from before.
  729. >…
  730. >Wallflower walks across the parking lot with you once more the way you always do together, and the two of you get a good glimpse of the priest inside of the building with the D-bag manager nowhere in sight.
  731. >Wallflower holds your hand, closer to you than anyone else ever will be.
  732. >If your memory is correct, there’s a bunch of restraint devices on all of the merchandise to track where they all go, and they’re the type that explode with colorful ink when forced open.
  733. >”Watch this.” Wallflower grins over at you as she struts ahead.
  734. >All of that relaxing you two have done all day is now going to pay off after the sweet junk food you ate gives you sugar rushes as your bodies fully wake up.
  735. >The doors swing open right when the priest is saying “Bless this nest” or some shit mid-sentence.
  736. >”Hello?” He pats himself down for his crucifix.
  737. >Finds it and holds it up, with Wallflower invisibly standing right in front of it all menacingly with the metal cross right in front of her forehead as she begins to grin wider and wider.
  738. “Spook the shit outta him!” You cheer her on.
  739. >”By the power vested in m-” The priest starts his exorcism rant before the crucifix miraculously vanishes from his hand.
  740. >”The power of Sunny-D compels you!” Wallflower twists the lid off of a nearby orange juice container and splashes it all over the priest.
  741. >He was out of the store not long after, and you helped Wallflower chug the rest of the OJ down before gathering anything you want and high-tailing it back to the apartment.
  742. >The ink turns into invisible ink as soon as you use your kitchen knife to take the security devices apart.
  743. >These “ghosts” cannot be stopped.
  744. >…
  745. >Some more hours later, you and Wallflower decide to take a bus ride to the edge of town where the new location of Juniper’s job supposedly is.
  746. >The two of you agreed to write a little note on paper together explaining that you’re invisible to her and you were just sick of her manager.
  747. >Even though that’s a bit of a lie by omission on Wallflower’s part.
  748. >But it doesn’t matter anymore, you just want to make sure that Juniper’s doing alright and manages to find to hope in her life.
  749. >The paper includes a proposal to start a ghost show type of deal with your invisibility powers, starring her, and its authenticity will be sure to turn lots of heads.
  750. >And after that, you and Wallflower plan to have a little fun on the bus ride back to your apartment, because why not? You two can do whatever you want.
  751. >And Wallflower’s developed a little bit of a kink from some of the porn she’s seen you watch in the past.
  752. >Said she wants to try it out in real time, but after giving Juniper the note.
  753. >After the bus drops you two off, there’s the store.
  754. >Right off of the edge of a desolate road with several cracks in the asphalt, front lawn littered with dull patches of tall unkempt grass with the literal forest not more than several yards/meters behind the building.
  755. >While going through the whirlwind of stuff you and Wallflower wanted to do together at random just because, you guess you’ve now decided to just try to make things up to Juniper ever sinc-
  756. >”Holy shit, is that who I think it is?” Wallflower peers into the blotted window as she approaches the building from across the old beat-up parking lot.
  757. >As she gets closer, she recognizes one of those attention-whore vloggers from MyStable or FaceHoof or InstaGallop or whatever social media site just became popular a year ago.
  758. >That’s… Vignette Valencia.
  759. >That dyed wolfcut hairdo isn’t hard to recognize, especially not to a trained eye that has hatefully obsessed over popular people on the internet wishing to switch popularity with them.
  760. >Wallflower’s eyes are so clouded with smoke from the hateful fire she has for social media influencer that she doesn’t even notice Juniper Montage standing next to Vignette Valencia.
  761. >She enters the store stealthily this time, not wanting to make much of a scene until after it’s too late for Vignette to get away.
  762. >Once again, she goes straight for the orange juice.
  763. >Her silent footsteps echo anyway, at least to herself.
  764. >”What’ve you starred in?” Asks Vignette to Juniper. “Was it something big or just tiny?”
  765. >Juniper Montage shudders. “Background extra… in commercial. Years ago….”
  766. >”That sounds nice, which commercial?”
  767. >”Captain Crunch commercial.”
  768. >”Niiiice! We all gotta start somewhere, right?”
  769. >Shivering as though she just got out of a swimming pool on a cold day without a towel, Juniper sporadically nods at random intervals, fully away of but in zero control of how awkward she’s being.
  770. >Why did this have to happen now?!
  771. >Juniper was not prepared for the only chance she’ll ever get!
  772. >”Whoa!” Vignette suddenly notices something happen at the other end of the empty convenience store. “Did you see that?”
  773. >”I-I’m sorry?” Asks Juniper.
  774. >”Did you see that orange juice container just like… disappear into thin air?”
  775. >Wallflower sips a little bit of the orange juice, having been feeling a little parched herself.
  776. >You stand there at the front door, not knowing how to react, or really knowing a lot about Vignette Valencia to begin with.
  777. >But Wallflower knows a LOT about her.
  778. >And it shows in her angry glare.
  779. >”Wait! I gotta get this on camera!” Vignette tells Juniper after the other girl suggested leaving.
  780. >”Oh you’re getting this on camera alright.” Growls Wallflower as she sends a wave of orange juice directly at Vignette’s chest.
  781. >”Is th-AH!” Vignette shivers as she suddenly feels a great wetness all over the front of her crop top.
  782. >The white fabric becomes soaked, and allows a decent view of Vignette’s nipples to begin to shine through.
  783. >Wallflower snatches Vignette’s phone right out of her hand while it’s still recording and makes it disappear to her.
  784. >She has no idea where it is now, being filmed by an invisible camera as she covers her chest after remembering she didn’t wear a bra today.
  785. >Wallflower finally notices Juniper and remembers what she had planned to help her with.
  786. >Though, there’s no time to do that so long as Vignette is here ruining the moment.
  787. >”My phone!” Vignette instantly forgets about her visible chest she doesn’t know is on invisible camera and begins scouring the floor. “Where the fuck did my phone go?”
  788. >Her entire focus shifts to her handheld device she can’t live without.
  789. >Wallflower keeps filming Vignette, saying things into the camera even though no one can hear her anyway.
  790. >”Hey guess what, V-simps!” Wallflower laughs. “This is what your dream girl’s nipples look like. You don’t have to watch her anymore! The secret’s out.” She angles the camera to get a good view of Vignette’s pride shining through her top’s wet fabric.
  791. >The view is actually not that clear, but it’s enough to show the outline and overall color of Vignette’s areolae as her stiffness begins to poke outward due to the chill from the air conditioned room hitting the soaked fabric on her skin.
  792. >Wallflower hooks her other finger into the front of Vignette’s top and tugs it down, letting her stiff perky nipples flick out, tasting like the orange juice they were splashed with.
  793. >”God damn, look at those delicious things. I’d suck on those all day too, huh?” Wallflower says into the camera before realizing the video already automatically was sent after a timer ran out. “The fuck?”
  794. >Turns out Vignette was still doing that KitKot challenge where you only have 30 seconds max to take a video selfie before it automatically sends, and whatever is there is whatever is there.
  795. >The video was posted, and it included a splash of orange juice appearing out of thin air, followed by the container appearing out of nowhere and hitting the floor after being dropped.
  796. >The chat automatically goes wild, believing the authenticity without question, asking if Vignette is okay.
  797. >While also not needing to ask who the girl at the beginning of the video is, since she clearly introduced herself as Juniper Montage.
  798. >And so, a conspiracy theory has been started, and Juniper’s IMDB page better get ready for all of the eyes it’s going to receive on account of Vignette’s popularity.
  799. >”Whatever, fuck your phone, bitch.” Wallflower chucks the phone at the floor Ricegum-style and then stomps on it.
  800. >”MY PHONE!” Vignette cries out as she finally notices the destroyed moneyvacuum resting on the tile floor with tiny plumes of smoke and sparks coming out of it. “SPEAK TO ME! Chat, are you there? CHAT!”
  801. >You take the liberty of tucking the note into Juniper’s back pocket and leave the scene with Wallflower.
  802. >Well that kind of spiraled out of control fast, but at least Wallflower can rest easy tonight and hopefully Juniper too.
  803. >The two of you quietly leave before Juniper starts freaking out too much again, knowing she’s better off left alone outside of whatever new attention she’s going to get.
  804. >Wallflower Blush steps onto the bus back into town.
  805. >Unaware of the “revenge” you’re about to exact upon her.
  806. >For how she made her way into your apartment and sieged your clothes, and got you hard and made you cum the way she did…
  807. >Undetected, you follow Wallflower onto the bus with no one batting an eye at either of you.
  808. >Wallflower “doesn’t see you” either, but you definitely see her.
  809. >Eyeing her all up and down her body that calls to you through her sweater and pants.
  810. >God, this girl is so busty… she has no idea what’s coming to her.
  811. >The bus continues to travel around town, and a few people get off, while a few more get on.
  812. >You stare at Wallflower, waiting for her to sense that there are eyes on her.
  813. >Something she’s wanted for a long time.
  814. >Creeping closer, you keep your eyes fixed on her clothed body, ready to unwrap it in public in front of everyone on the bus.
  815. >And so, there’s nothing between your natural equipment and Wallflower’s supple goods but a short distance and two sets of clothing belonging to each of you.
  816. >None of which will protect Wallflower or her sexy body from you as she pretends to be oblivious in the midst of this roleplay the two of you love to act out in real life together.
  817. >Something you’ve both seen in certain types videos on the internet, and found a common kink in.
  818. >You “accidentally” brush up against her to the movements of the bus as she holds onto the handle attached to the ceiling.
  819. >She’s not sure if she felt something, not at all having been expecting an invisible man to come and give her surprise attention.
  820. >She looks around and sees no one doing anything to her.
  821. >The bus continues to run on its route, and you bump into Wallflower again, this time copping a quick feel on her round buttcheeks through her pants.
  822. >Wallflower swears she felt something… like someone… grabbing her ass?
  823. >She looks behind herself and sees no one there.
  824. >But begins to feel apprehensive as her safety on this bus is now in question.
  825. >She tries to ignore what’s happening to her, but what’s happening to her only happens more and more intensely.
  826. >Her pupils contract as she feels something brush by her hair.
  827. >Accidentally bumps into another person, apologizing to them but getting no response.
  828. >It’s like they don’t even know she’s there.
  829. >Wallflower does everything she can to keep her mind off of the hopefully imaginary feeling of hands gradually but surely giving her soft busty chest a couple of gentle squeezes.
  830. >She jerks herself around in response, heart pounding and mind stumbling in search for a way to stop this.
  831. >She KNOWS she felt someone groping her!
  832. >”Wh-who’s doing that?” She blurts with a bead of sweat on her brow.
  833. >No one even looks in her direction.
  834. >Guilt from the memory of what she did to you earlier floods into her conscience.
  835. >Can she really convince herself that she doesn’t deserve such comeuppance?
  836. >Wallflower clumsily hobbles past people on the bus towards the door.
  837. >Of course, the bus is still moving and the doors won’t open anyway… so this is just a dead end where she gets cornered.
  838. >Wallflower half-enthusiastically panics with her palms delicately slapping against the glass, watching the lights glide by as they line the streets and buildings outside in the night.
  839. >She quickly begins to feel hands feeling her up as she has nowhere else to flee to.
  840. >Grabbing her round butt and holding on, groping her soft sweater-stuffing chest and squeezing them a little less gently every time…
  841. >”No…” Wallflower blurts once again as she’s miraculously pulled back up the commercial bus’s stairs and deeper back into the aisle. “P-please… no…”
  842. >She breaks free and ducks behind a couple of people standing as the bus continues to travel.
  843. >Grabs onto another handle and prays that this unknown force has now been stopped… as if that even did anything at all.
  844. >Maybe she can just wait and it’ll go awa-
  845. >”G-guh!” Wallflower jolts again as the feeling of groping hands returns to all over her body.
  846. >She frantically looks around, desperate for an escape or at least a way to fight back, but can think of nothing.
  847. >Trying not to bite her lip or break the act she’s putting on for the both of you to immerse yourselves in.
  848. >This is not only “revenge” for yesterday, but “revenge” for the train station incident as well…
  849. >Wallflower had previously had her way with you.
  850. >Now it’s Wallflower’s turn to be the helpless victim as you eagerly have your way with her~
  851. >Something happens where the bottom of Wallflower’s sweater is dragged up her midriff, briefly giving everyone a glimpse of her bare tummy and lower back.
  852. >With one panicking motion, Wallflower eeps and yanks her sweater back down.
  853. >Only to have it get dragged back up again and expose even more of her lewd midriff each time.
  854. >”S-somebody help…” Croaks Wallflower to no avail. “Ngh… I’m getting so…”
  855. >The front of her sweater is insistently pulled forward.
  856. >The tension exacted upon the spot right on top of her chest is enough to start stressing the fabric too much.
  857. >”N-no!” Wallflower masks her excitement with false fear as she “worries” about people seeing this happen to her.
  858. >Wallflower gives up trying to keep the bottom of her sweater over her smooth midriff, letting her fully bare tummy and lower back stay in the open for anyone looking to watch as invisible fingers graze across Wallflower’s exposed bellybutton.
  859. >”D-don’t look at me!”
  860. >The upper front of her sweater now has a hole torn in it, and that hole is getting pulled wider and wider with loud ripping noises no one seems to hear.
  861. >Despite her resistance, Wallflower’s deep soft freckled cleavage gets more and more exposed as the front of her sweater is forced to rip open.
  862. >Wallflower’s comeuppance is entering full swing…
  863. >She looks down and notices the front of her pants are miraculously undone.
  864. >It’s payback, now~
  865. >”Help meee!” Wallflower pleads in inauthentic distress, Blushing bright red in the face.
  866. >The bus slows to a stop, suddenly.
  867. >This is Wallflower’s chance to escape, but she’s being held in place as people get off of the bus, not even knowing she’s there crying for help as invisible hands “molest” her.
  868. >She feels a pressure against her lips, and begins to feel sedated… too sedated to properly escape and stop this from happening to her.
  869. >Wallflower knows that if she doesn’t leave the bus right now, she won’t be able to make it all the way to the next stop after this one.
  870. >Wallflower knows that if she’s made to cum, to orgasm in public on this bus in front of everyone, her resistance is done in.
  871. >Her mind will be horny mush.
  872. >She’s running out of time to escape the bus and disappear into the night!
  873. >Where she can hide and fix her clothes the best she can, and recollect herself, and… and…
  874. >Only several more seconds later and he officially missed her chance.
  875. >The doors close back up.
  876. >The bus starts moving forward once more.
  877. >Wallflower squeals in desperation as it dawns upon her that her comeuppance is now a fate sealed…
  878. >Now it’s irreversibly her turn to be exposed in public and made to cum against her will~
  879. >The front of her sweater gets torn so wide open that her tummy and bellybutton are unable to be hidden no matter what now.
  880. >Wallflower’s soft massive freckled breasts bounce and sway to the motions of her struggling, barely held down underneath her now exposed off-white bra cups…
  881. >Unable to keep her failing clothing together in public, Wallflower still fights on the best she can, but she knows she’s losing badly…
  882. >Her fumbling hands scramble to hold her exposed bra cups in place, but Wallflower just noticed that her pants had at some point been pulled down past her knees when the sides of her matching panties get effortlessly tugged down~
  883. >Wallflower Blush is powerless is stopping her panties from making their way down her thighs, and feels something finger-like push its way between her vulva…
  884. >”Nooooo! Oh nooo, somebody help meee~!” Wallflower shudders from rising arousal as she holds her hands over her smooth naked pussy hoping the agitation will cease if she ignores it.
  885. >It only gets harder to ignore…
  886. >Wallflower Blush loses the battle to keep her bra on, as it starts coming apart in all places, unable to stay together.
  887. >Her bra cups fail to stay over her big sexy nipples in public, and fall back behind her arms.
  888. >Wallflower embarrassedly pushes her massive naked breasts together with her upper arms in attempt to cup her hands over her crotch as the fingering drives her closer to orgasm.
  889. >”Please help! Unffff, please help mee…~!” Wallflower’s begs and pleas fall upon deaf ears. “He’s gonna make me cum! He’s…”
  890. >Wallflower’s now further torn open sweater slips off of her shoulders along with her limp bra straps.
  891. >Wallflower’s sexy naked boobies enticingly shake and jiggle as your fingering gets faster and faster upon her.
  892. >Forcing her closer to inevitable climax.
  893. >”P-please… someone… he’s m-moles-s-stingg… m-mmMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~!!”
  894. >Wallflower recieves the treatment she had previously dished out, and is made to orgasm against her will in front of everyone on the bus by an “unknown” molester.
  895. >…You already have your cock out, having dreamt of this moment for so long now.
  896. >Wallflower finishes cumming into your hand, and you spread it onto her soft jello-y bare buttcheek with a quick lustful smack.
  897. >She’s paralyzed under a horny spell keeping her from budging as you push your pre-leaking tip between her slippery vulva and driving your throbbing length all the way inside.
  898. >Her slippery soaked-ness allows you to glide right in with little to no effort.
  899. >”Ohhhh~! Isn’t anyone going to help me? He penetrated me!” Wallflower now starts to sound like she’s taunting the other bus passengers. “You’re just gonna stand there as poor innocent me gets raped right in front of you? Hmm?”
  900. >Her eyes meet yours, begging you to start plowing her harder, to which you oblige.
  901. >Letting her blushing walls clamp down on your trapped, twitching shaft that drives in and out.
  902. >You keep going and going and going as the bus does the same in a different way.
  903. >”Last chance, everyone! He’s gonna cum inside me!”
  904. >No one knows she’s even there.
  905. >Wallflower screams at the top of her lungs, but out of aroused joy instead of horror, always feeling more free than she’s even been when she does something like this.
  906. >”Fucking figures!” Wallflower turns to you. “Do you worst, stud~!”
  907. >You plap Wallflower with a frequency that would make a woodpecker run for its money, and quickly reach the point of tensing up and cumming buckets.
  908. >Wallflower’s beautiful exposed breasts jiggle intensely to your wet-humping.
  909. >Your erect member jerks around against Wallflower’s wet envelopment wrapped around it as your hot load charges through your underside then out deep inside of her.
  910. >Wallflower shouts at everyone telling them they should have paid attention to her and they wouldn’t now be liable for what just “happened” to her.
  911. >She’s still pretty angry about being naturally ignored, but at least she managed to have a little lewd fun with it while it happened tonight…
  912. >…
  913. >As soon as you and Wallflower re-enter your apartment, the two of you tightly embrace one another and deeply smooch all the way over to the bed where you let loose all of your lovestruck emotions upon one another and make love like you never have before.
  914. >Damn, this girl is great.

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