Chapter 7 - Here to Stay

Overnight her arousal left her dreams perverse and her slumber restless, leaving her to wake up slightly groggy. Her head still felt like it was swimming from the vodka last night, but there was no true hangover. Throughout the night the candybar she had eaten had taken its toll on Marisse’s frame, thickening it out further with the calories punch and another cross against her metabolism in the long run. Ultimately she did not end up that much fatter, but rather she looked more out of shape, as if the fat in her body was truly “settling” into her body and planning to stay there for quite some time.
 
 It was clear at this point that Marisee was not going to go back to her normal self ever again. Even if she did somehow turn around her changing personality and get her lifestyle back in order, she was biologically built towards a certain level of disgustingness that would never leave her again. The irony was that the most wealthy aspect of Jadetech was solely used to fuel its other business. Had they actually utilized this amazing technique of transforming people, they could easily dominate the international economy. But, for now, they seemed content with turning women’s bodies and minds into their own self regulated prisons. 
 
The candy bar also continued to wreck through her digestive system some more, making her even more gassy, bringing her to almost a perpetual state of farting and belching and the like. Her body now seemed to constantly churn it up, at least to some extent. Throughout the evening the room fogged over with the reek of her own flatulence, further turning her on in her sleep while her own odor ingrained into what seemed to be her new home. 
 
By the time that she woke up she was soaked in a fresh slathering of sweat, her bladder was full from all the vodka she had taken in over night, and her mattress was all the more soiled by it all. Had she looked into a mirror she would have seen that her eyes had fully shifted to an Eastern influence, the upper lid losing its fold while her wide, broad nose and protruding lower part of her face made her look distinctly more southwestern Asian than the traditional Chinese/Japanese descent. Her full lips, slightly bucked teeth and rounded face had stripped away the graceful features that her cheekbones or eyes could have offered. Likewise her mane of black hair was both thicker and longer, leaving it more knotted and tangled than before, giving her an exceptional case of bed hair that was unlikely to go away without just plain cutting it. She would find that the hair on her body elsewhere had grown in longer and thicker as well, even spreading outwards more than before, like some sort of radiating infection. Little curls had sprouted up around her nipples and the like while what was already there on her body was filthy from the constant sweat and grime of her newfound habits. 
 
At least she was still in the same room. 
 
A heavy thud game from the door, “<Payment!>” The familiar crinkle of plastic slide against the door before her daily bag rattled against the floor.  
 
Marisse woke just a bit more easily this morning. It wasn’t like she’d gotten up on the right side of the bed this time, or that she woke up any less groggy, but this morning consciousness didn’t return with the gut-twisting feeling of regret or failure. Scratching her ass, covered in more than just stubble now, and letting loose a belch reeking of her halotic breath, she tosses her legs over the side of the bed and rises. 
 
She’s of course greeted to a few pops and cracks, but nowhere near as many as she’d experienced in the past few days. Her body; her bones didn’t change at all overnight, and that too left her without the sensation of stiffness. She did feel a few cramps coming on - her muscles, both naturally and artificially, were beginning to experience atrophy. 
 
This, and changes to her respiratory system, were especially clear as she made it to the other side of the room. She was… Panting a little, like she was out of breath, even if it wasn’t that long of a walk. Even if she did escape, she likely wouldn’t make it far on foot.
 
 
Opening the door greeted her to another large sack like yesterday’s - a ton of everything she needed to get through the day. The fact that this was her… Payment just hit her, one part realizing they weren’t much paying her with anything else… And the other because she could finally understand what the guy bringing it was saying.
 
It found a place on her table just atop all the trash from the day prior, displacing empty bottles and boxes she didn’t bother to pick up. As she’d done all this, she’d been doing it… Mostly blind. She’d left her glasses on top of her closed laptop, nabbing them as soon as she set out a new box of takeout for herself, and thereafter opening her computer. 
 
Today… Wasn’t really a big day, in terms of importance, but at least she had something to do. She firstly booted up the first game she’d played - just for the sake of finishing her quota, and spend the morning doing exactly that… And checking out her ‘sisters’ kind contributions. She was finding that some of their choices… Weren’t bad, not at all.
 
The images that she was presented with, while still strange and exotic, did not have the shock factor that they had the previous night. Indeed, somewhere in her mind, that stew of drugs had corrupted her tastes all the more, desensitizing what turned her on somewhat while pushing her towards the extreme with renewed enthusiasm. Of course she would always be horny, that swtc had been flipped on in her mind and then broken off so it could not be flipped back off, but she was just too into herself, and people with her sorts of attributes and personalities, that everything else just seemed dull or stupid. While her pussy was practically dripping non stop, her tastes had shrunk down to almost stereotypically neophobic and classist standards. 
 
As she looked over the porn she realized that each person did have slightly different tastes, as evident by their little packages. Some of them were into really fat women, others into tentacle stuff, others anthro creatures. For Marisse though, she found herself gravitating to the disgusting and the ugly, the more of it the better. There was a good few of them in the collection, but it was not enough. Instead it lead her on a search online, sending her deeper and deeper into the armpit of the internet where she found increasingly more depraved and extreme works that fit her newfound interests. 
 
This of course lead her back into the feverish haze of compulsively masturbating again .Overnight she found that her pussy had changed somehow, not that it surprised her at this point. While she was not fully aware of everything that was happening to her, it was obvious that they were changing her from the inside out. In this case, her vagina was wetter than ever, thick honey dewing about her thicket of a bush, sopping at her underwear and the chair beneath her and reeking of her own arousal. When she would come to climax she found herself squirting heavily into the thoroughly ruined cloth. 
 
The respiratory changes she had incurred were indeed growing more profound. While she could still breath, she found herself panting, grunting, snorting and even wheezing for air from time to time, her cardiovascular system having turned to that of a decades long chronic couch potato at this point. She found that she had to breath out of her mouth most of the time, leaving her easily drooling as she sat in front of the computer. Similarly she found that the bag was stuffed with more food than yesterday, furthering to entrench her in the sedentary lifestyle. 
 
As she moved about unpacking everything she felt the hair under her arms and between her legs rustle against the soiled cloth of her outfit. Her pubes were clearly visible, puffing out her panties slightly as well as curling out of the waistband. The hair, having spread outwards, could now be easily seen from the leg holes of the underwear, that thicket of a bush having blossomed into a larger shrub evidently, spreading even backwards between her ass cheeks and the like. 
 
It was not until she noticed that it was 1:30pm already that she went back to multitasking mode once again.
 
The fact noon was marching by didn’t phase her as much as it should - the night was still young, yet. She had at least until four in the morning until she was ready to go to bed, after all. It wasn’t all work she’d been doing during that time, either. Her quota was just under half-way fulfilled yesterday, so that just gave her more dedicated time to masturbate. 
 
She chugged quite quickly through the porn she’d been supplied… Finding it all just as the others had described it - vanilla, boring… Hot, but too tame and reserved. Eventually she gave up on it altogether. She more-studiously delved into her recent contributions, the links and folders… Some were interesting by virtue of their kinkiness, some by virtue of uniquety… Some from the voyeuristic thrill of knowing that the images were pulled right off of someone’s private computer by one of her new ‘sisters’. Part of her even envied them… Wanting to be able to bring someone else the new, sick kind of pleasure she was feeling.
 
Marisse quickly closed the game she’d been using to run up her quota - she had one or two hits for the next day, but she didn’t care how many she got today. She could spend all day next day working… She almost wanted to. Plus, she didn’t want to clog up her CPU while she was playing something on her time! 
 
She booted up Warcraft as per usual… But this time, instead of selecting one of the gibberish accounts, she created a new one. It took a good half-hour before she decided on her character… There was so much that went into it. Race, class… She didn’t know anything about this, but the fact that it was something… Fun, and that her new friends were playing too, that made her want, more than anything, to learn.
 
She picked… An Orc. A ghastly, angry, ugly, beast of a woman… So deliciously contrarian. Even if it wasn’t presented, she could almost smell her sweat, see the greasy sheen on her green skin… She couldn’t keep her hands off of herself. Not being one for magic, she just settled on being a warrior. Hitting shit into next tuesday aught to give her a few laughs, however nasally and marred with snorting they may be. 
 
Throwing the game into a smaller window, she pops back into channel with her… Sisters. She supposed they were, in a way.
 
Jade130012: <Morning! Anyone want to play?>
Jade122313: <About time you joined!>
Jade130012: <Yeah, yeah. I’m… Ovani Fotak, in the game. Can you do anything with that?>
Jade130000: wwwwwwwww
Jade112784: <lol>
Jade130012: <What?>
Jade122313: <I didn’t know you knew Orcish already.>
Jade130012: <I don’t.>
Jade100313: <Then it’s even funnier!>
 
Much of what they said was going far, far over her head - it was clear that they didn’t just play the game just to pass the time, they dedicated themselves to it. They knew it inside-out, story and gameplay, all of it… But they didn’t hold it over her head much. They all tried to teach her as best they could… And all the while, she started to see just why they loved it so much.
 
She whittled away hours, playing with them, joining a little guild they’d set up for themselves… Even doing things in-character, even if she was really clumsy with it all. In-game, she was every bit the brash, foul-mouthed and generally foul beast she was on the other side of the computer, occasionally taking a sip of vodka and a bite of takeout, and not-so-occasionally perfuming the room with her sudden, wet belches and farts.
 
Time was a fickle thing for the corrupted woman. Easily she would lose herself to the mind numbing pleasure of whatever caught her focus for the time, only to find that she had been much less efficient about her task than she had anticipated. The good thing was that her "job" was not all that dependent on her or her work ethic so much as she was needed as a warm both. In the end, Marrise was granted the life of a woman that would likely spend more time lounging about on her ass than anything else for the rest of her life, and she would not have it any other way.
 
The world loaded up and Marisse was greeted with her orcish character standing in very little armor. But, it was novel to her, and that more than made up for her beginner's set. It made sense to her that they would be so dedicated. Asides from porn and Netflix, what else was there for them to do in their free time. She did not even know how long the group had been imprisoned, let alone how quickly they got on board with Jadetech's agenda.
 
What had already become a rather rotten personality was only further fueled by the anonymity of the online game world. While in good spirits with her comrades, who helped her out, the lot of them quickly trolled, harassed, or berated anyone stupid enough to linger in their presence for long. There was little point in thinking about the outside world when she clearly had reign over in this one. It also helped that a couple of the girls pulled in their max leveled spam bots to power level her through much of the early game content, as well as give her seemingly limitless in game currency. 
 
This went on for quite a while until suddenly a pop up cut into the center of the screen. It was a Skype call. Marisse realized it must have been left on somehow. Likely part of the western marketing/spyware scheme so many mainstream programs used today, or so she thought. A small icon in the image showed her sister’s face, smiling in the classic posed camera picture sort of way. Marrise paused from the game for a second, telling her friends that she was going afk for a moment, before she quickly searched around the heaping pile of garbage she had accumulated throughout the day for her headset. She had one in every other room, so she figured she had knocked it on the ground or something. 
 
All the while the blip ring of the Skype call continued. 
 
Finally, plugging the headset jack into the audio slot, she clicked accept. 
 
“Hello? Are you there?”
 
The voice rang through her head, disarming her momentarily. Trouble understanding or not, she knew her sister’s voice. And for a minute, she longed for home again. Well, she thought she longed for home. Did she? She thought about it. What was there to go back to anyway? Corporate America and the Western rigged game of misery? Living a life of wearing makeup and holding back her thoughts, or gas? Psh, fuck that.
 
“Please, if you’re there answer.” 
 
Still, her sister was still her sister. Maybe she was an ignorant pig, but she was Marisse’s pig. Plus, maybe she could educate her sister and convert her to the correct side of the world…Marisse looked up at the screen to see that her sister’s camera was on, although Marisse only had her audio plugged in. 
 
Her options of communication were limited - now more than ever. If she typed out a response, it’d be more than just broken, and likely wouldn’t fare any better. Of course, she didn’t know this, or even really care. All she wanted to do was to get this over with so she can go back to playing with her real sisters.
 
A part of her cringed, as she thought that. She… Even if her memories of her sister were alien now; incomprehensible, they still bore positive connotations. They were still good, and so long as they bore her sister’s face, they’d stay that way.
 
A twinge of regret is lost in her voice, warbled and rough as it was, even before being filtered through her new accent and malformed teeth. 
 
“No tiym.” she begins. “Tu layt nao.” What she wants to say is for her sister to contact her later, to push this off indefinitely… But the effect may differ, heard from an unfamiliar voice on her sister’s end. 
 
“Look -urrp- Jayde-tek.” If her sister could provide the logs from Skype, and was smart enough to record this conversation (Marisse doubted it), she’d be able to use them against the company. After all, it’d been accused dozens of times before - it aught to seem suspicious. The reason it was never convicted dropped from Marisse’s mind, of course. In all likelihood, JadeTech would find her first.
 
Rather than hear her sister’s rambling, she cuts off the call early. Her hands lingered on the greasy mouse and keyboard for a moment afterward, her gut twisting in a feeling that, for once, wasn’t hunger or indigestion. She felt like she made a mistake. No part of her wanted to feel this way, so quick as a flash she returned to her game. It’d… Get her mind off of it. Some food wouldn’t hurt, either…Maybe some vodka, or she could crack into those cigarettes.
 
The world was her oyster.