Chapter 6 - Welcome to the Family

Much like the previous times she was under, there really was not dreaming, but rather a feverish haze as she broke in and out of the blackness of her drugged sleep. As she slept her captors went back to work, punishing her behavior/attempt to escape accordingly. In the recesses of her consciousness she could have sworn someone was talking to her, the taste of alcohol kissing her tongue and burning across her throat. It seemed to hit her like a truck, sending her into a heavy buzz within minutes. The stuff tasted almost like straight ethanol. The burn that rolled down her throat was oddly erotic, like she was purging her insides with a cleansing fire in compensation for her inability to clean herself up on the outside, unaware that it was far more a corruption than a cleansing. With her addictive center hyper activated, it only took the one sip to hook her into wanting, no, needing to experience that taste again. Given the rest of her changes though, she would quickly build a tolerance for the stuff, leaving her needing more and more in the vain, but ever needing pursuit for that first high. It was a habit that spread to almost all of her desires, be it sexual, physical, or mental, her binge personality entrenching itself permanently into her system.
 
The vodka, much like everything else, was laced with its own devastating drugs. The main change these drugs seemed to focus on was the inebriation of desires. That further erosion of self control was complemented now with a spike in her pleasure centers, forcing her to prioritize whatever made her feel good over the intellectual or philosophical gains of rational decisions.
 
Similar mental changes happened elsewhere in her mind. Marisse’s English was nearly entirely shattered, her mind breaking heavily into Cantonese almost on default, but never enough to keep her from feeling like she could try to speak in English. If anything, her growing self righteousness only made her more confident in her lacking abilities. While she was quickly losing her ability to speak her once native language, her memories remained intact, including the audio. Whenever she would recall her past now, it would be even more foreign than before, the words making little sense and the people so...different from her new way of thinking. Likewise, her mental sieve was now further weakened, while her compulsive swearing and vulgarity all the worse. In spite of the “swap” in languages she was experiencing, her vocabulary in her new language was no where near as refined, leaving her extremely disrespectful and poorly articulated even in text.
 
All of those calories she had accumulated over that day hit her as well, swelling out her body and taking it further away from the in shape, lithe version of her former self. Now she looked like an out of shape, bloated slob of a woman, drenched in sweat and reeking of flatulence, musk, and body odor. Her stomach spilled over to either side in heavy, quivering love handles that had expanded enough to create the beginnings of a roll on either side of her body. While her breasts had not grown very much, her ass was easily taking the brunt of the gain, swelling out behind her and endowing her with cheeks that befit her sedentary, slothful persona. Cellulite and dimples now dotted that rear end as well as her newly formed saddlebag thighs further demonstrating how there was no muscle under that lard, just flab. 
 
Throughout the evening the sounds of her bones popping and cracking into place could be heard as she became more heavy set in her bone structure, her shoulders widening and her facial features growing more prominent. Even her hands and feet had swollen, looking more masculine than feminine now, with dark hairs starting to grow about her knuckles. Even her teeth grew larger and more slab like, growing crooked here and there as her upper teeth seemed to slant slightly outwards, pressing against the inside of her swelling lips and giving her a very apish sort of look, not to mention impeding her articulation a bit. 
 
It was not until the heavy knock of that familiar morning greeting came about that Marisse even stirred at all. “Jiāofù!” She could hear another bag thud against the floor outside, but the drowsiness was still weighing her down, and it was another few hours before she awoke again, stiff, hungry, and oddly aroused. 
 
To say the call from outside the door was the first thing to greet her would be inaccurate. The first thing she felt when she woke up was regret. She’d been close to getting out of this godforsaken place before, with the admin… But never this close. She convinced her sister that she was real - that she needed help, and her sister was offering to give it… When JadeTech stepped in. She didn’t want to deal with what she was feeling - she just wanted to sleep all day, all night… 
 
But, her roaring stomach kept her from doing that, the yawning chasm within forcing her awake. Who rose from the ratty, thoroughly stained and sticky mattress wasn’t quite Marisse - they bore only a pale reflection in body. Their features were clearly of Asian descent, and quite coarse… A little homely, even. Their body was soft - what muscle their comparatively thin upper body had in weeks past had long-since atrophied, while their lower body was thick and chubby. Their skin was a deep goldenrod, blacked-out by dense hair upon their crotch and belly and beneath their arms, with somewhat sparse coatings upon their legs and arms, and even ass. Of course, their frame was all but graceful as well, uncoordinated and dazed. 
 
For as little resemblance as they had to Marisse, they were Marisse. Though she’d been stewing her own miasma of sulfuric gas and foul sweat, her somewhat-wide nose never quite got used to it… It still hung just as thickly in the air as it’d be to someone standing beside her… The only difference was that she’d grown to like it. 
 
Her rise from bed is noisome - the mattress creaks, her ass rumbles with gas, and her mouth rambles with curses, her lips every-so-often loosing a spray of spittle. She lumbers for the door, her glassy eyes missing much of the no-doubt poorer apartment around her, throwing the door open and looking outside - surely her package had to be out there. 
 
Her thoughts ran like a checklist, ordered, neat, and with little segue in between.
 
‘Get package.’
‘W̶h̶a̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶?̶’
‘Look at room.’
‘W̶h̶a̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶?̶’
‘Look in mirror.’
‘W̶h̶a̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶?̶’
‘Look at computer.’
‘W̶h̶a̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶?̶’
‘Work.’
 
Opening the door, she was indeed greeted with another bag of goodies. Well, not quite a bag. Where she had been given plastic bags before this was outright a sack in size. It took her a moment to heft it up, the weight of it taking her by surprise. As she brought the thing in, the floorboards beneath her creaked loudly. A thick aftertaste lingered in her mouth, leaving her throat dry and irritable. The room was a trashy piece of filth, with rotting, mildew soaked carpet that reeked ominously and cracked drywalls on every side of her. There was no bathroom at this point, just a small closet with no doors where a toilet and a mirror had been installed. A small wash basin sat in the corner of the closet to serve as hew new sink.
 
There was a window still, but now it was set higher up on the wall besides her mattress, as if she was now on a lower level. Walking over to it she confirmed it. She was on the ground/lower level of the building. Outside she saw a sidewalk. Across the trash littered street was a T intersection, the bottom stroke leading away from her and allowing her to see the slum of a city that had become her new residence. Every so often someone would pass her by, but sadly the window appeared to be sealed shut, even if the glass and insulation was so poor she could hear every car or bike pass by. 
 
Thick tendrils of sweat soaked hair flopped about as she bent over to look over her bag. Her mane of hair was now both longer and thicker, resulting in a tangled mass of a rat's nest that spilled over her shoulders and danced about her lower back. Had she a comb, Marisse might have been able to pull off quite the look, but as it stood now, she looked more like a display on evolution than something conventionally appealing. Her thicker eyebrows and brow ridge and large cheekbones gave her an unrefined look that would have ostracized her from her family, had they been able to see her look now. 
 
Still, it did not bother her, at least from what she could see. As she poured over the bag she felt her body slosh and jiggle in ways she had never experienced before. Her thick thighs mashed together, each rubbing against each other and sending soft ripples up to her globular ass cheeks whenever she took a step. It felt good, even erotic. In her mind Marisse’s sexuality had continued to warp and corrupt with her changing brain. It was as if her entire sexual being was turning inward, her interests focused on self stimulation, exasperating and indulging in her personality and physical attributes as opposed to being in a relationship with some man. In other words, her sexuality was becoming almost as self centered as the rest of her, much to the benefit of Jadetech. After all, a woman that could care less about finding a date so long as she could have a good time with herself, or at someone elses expense online, is unlikely to wander far from her work/residential space. 
 
Inside the bag was essentially the same thing as before, except there was easily triple the amount. Sifting through the items Marisse spotted the cheap fold out table that served as her all purpose counter space, and lazily lumbered over to it to empty the bag’s contents out into the open. More noodles, more water, more vodka, cigarettes, that crappy Asian candy again, and so forth. Nothing exciting, but given how her stomach was still churning, she was grateful for the quantity, even if reluctantly so. 
 
Also on the table was her laptop. Inspecting it closer it actually seemed to be the same laptop as yesterday, or at least the same model. It would be cruel irony if they had gone through all that work to punish her escape attempt only to dangle the computer with her Skype account still active on it before her eyes. But, it did not matter. All that mattered was getting something to eat for the moment, and maybe something else if it struck her. 
 
To any onlooker, Marisse seemed to be every bit of a robotic thrall as JadeTech wanted her to be. She was running on autopilot, arms and legs moving on their own and eyes glossed over and dull. Only when she reached her table, when she hefted the bag up onto it and began to rifle through it did she regain some semblance of autonomy. She blinked once, twice, then a few more times rapidly, running her larger hand through her sticky mess of hair and holding it there… For as moist as it was, it felt oddly dry at the same time, but not-so-oddly hot. 
 
For as much as she’d changed, she still seemed to have some smarts left in her. She rationed out her counter space to give herself enough room to comfortably use the laptop but have easy access to her stuff. A carton of food, a bottle of water, a bottle of vodka, the pill bottle, and the candy bars. The excess, plus the cigarettes, remained on the floor in the bag. 
 
Unfortunately, she’d lost most of her… Rewards. The can of compressed air, the glasses, and the flash drive. The only thing that’s remained were the panties… Simply by virtue of them remaining on her as she’d been unconscious. Soaked in days’ worth of sweat and her own juices, they’d grown dingy and yellowed, a stain especially noticeable at the very front. 
 
She plopped down and took a swig of water to wet her whistle and popped a pair of pills to get rid of the migraine hammering inside her skull. She gave a scornful look to the Skype window and shut it - it was just there to taunt her. Nothing more. 
 
Today, she didn’t give a shit about escaping. Whenever she thought about it, it pissed her off… Be it from bad memories, or subconscious conditioning. Today, she was going to look into these assholes that were keeping her - her screensaver had something written in Cantonese, and every care package came with a note. She’d read those, then she’d check out the internet… To see if she couldn’t find anything to sate her growing lusts with. 
 
Sighing, she digs the letter out and reclines in her chair - one hand on the letter, the other shoveling noodles into her noisily-chomping mouth.
 
Everything felt sluggish to Marisse, her movements, her thoughts, even her reactions. It was all a foggish haze. The only things that seemed to take her out of that haze was her stomach, her crotch, or whenever something bothered her enough, leaving her otherwise in a sort of soup of her own sweat and laziness. However, when she did regain her focus, her movements were clumsy and blunt, her coordination shot and further making her look like a bumbling oaf with those enlarged mitts that were hands. Her panties were grungy and slightly crusty, grinding against her crotch as she moved about, stimulating her inadvertently and making her heart flutter from time to time as she went about her breakfast. 
 
The letter in her hand had suddenly crumpled inside the bag, but the message was still clear. The English section was very hard to make out, making Marisse think that it was some sort of Engrish mishap this time around. As she ate flecks of food and spittle would escape her mouth occasionally, the changing woman mouthing out each word as she found herself reading the Cantonese with only reasonable difficulty. In her mind it actually looked effectively like English, leaving the letter looking more like a poorly typed mess throughout rather than two distinct sections. Much to her chagrin she found that it was essentially the same thing as the original English section, but with one notable difference.
 
“At this point there is no turning back. Welcome to our family. You can try to escape if you so please, but you will find yourself no longer welcome in your land. Embrace Jadetech and your new destiny and Jadetech will take you in with open arms.”
 
It was too much effort to argue with the letter, she just wanted to eat. But putting down the letter and opening the browser online, she still wanted to see just what Jadetech did exactly, all the while sucking down noodles casually. The browser seemed much more familiar to her now than the previous days, as if something had changed in the settings to put more of it in “English.” Lifting her hands to the keyboard she began to search for Jadetech but paused. Would that count as an escape attempt? No, it couldn’t, right? 
 
She shook her head of the concern, feeling that thick hair bat against her and flick specks of sweat onto the computer screen. Marisse leaned forward to wipe it off with a fat thumb only to spread noodle grease over the display. Fuck it.
 
Jadetech Industries.
 
It did not occur to her until much later that she had typed that phrase on the Chinese keyboard with no real struggle. The browser popped up in Chinese of course, but she could make out enough of it to figure out where to go. After a few minutes she learned the following: 
 
-JadeTech was known as a private contractor for digital services.
-While they dispute these claims, the company has been accused multiple times in the past for hacking, defrauding, and stealing wealth through the internet. 
-No Jadetech employee has ever been convicted for any crime associated with the company. 
-Lawsuits tend to disappear after only a few days. 
 
It was not surprising, given how shady her circumstances alone were. But it did not bode well for her predicament. She was dealing with crooks through and through in the end, but one thing still did not add up. Why did they kidnap her specifically? This thought was cut off as she let out a rather long, unladylike fart from her still fattening ass, the trumpeting sound echoing throughout the cheap room and the vibration making her lick her lips instinctively before she caught herself doing it. Damn, even the smallest things were distracting. 
 
“Shit.” she grumbles, picking a sauce-laden water chestnut off of her greasy breasts, popping it into her mouth. Her sweat gave it a noticeable marinade, and not one that was wholly unpleasant to the changed woman. More sauce, and the occasional veggie or piece of noodle was dripping down onto her body, breaking from the chopsticks she now otherwise expertly ate with due to the speed at which she ate. 
 
The laptop was clearly the one she’d used yesterday… Or, well, whenever it was that she’d been conscious last. The keyboard was a bit greasy, and a small, sticky circle of orange sauce remained just beneath the keyboard, where she remembered spilling some. It didn’t seem to have been wiped, either - it still had the filename of the news article from the flash drive in its recent history, but of course she couldn’t open it. 
 
The fact that it’d… Followed her struck her oddly - she felt a sense of almost… Kinship with it, that it was connected to her. Even the greasiness and stains made it seem more hers. Even with the pills abating her migraine and the rheum rubbed out of her almond-shaped eyes, it was still difficult for her to read everything, forcing her to squint and lean in more and more. 
 
Part of her wondered why she didn’t look into JadeTech sooner… Even if she was hell-bent on escaping, knowing her enemy would’ve benefitted her. Well, it wasn’t like her glancing search helped any. All she got were the same things she’d discovered on her own - that they were hackers, and that they could make people… Disappear. In all, it only left her with more questions than she began.
 
“No good, shit fuck.” she spits, taking a swig of water.
 
Well, at least it confirmed one thing - that she did have internet access. She dug through the bookmarks - mostly proxy sites, a few websites and wikis for the games she was supposed to spam, and a few general interest sites - just to see what they wanted her to access, and then checked a few sites she could roughly recall to see what she could access. Here, she had a little trouble… She could remember the names, but hardly make sense of them. 
 
She lets out a loud belch after polishing off her first box of the day. She giggles a little, husky and a little rasped, before delving back into the bookmarks. A little folder marked ‘Xiànzhì jí’ stood out. Her eyes widened a little, and she gulped, for the first time not because she had a mouthful of food. 
 
“It…” she begins, biting her lower lip. “Porn.” 
 
Part of her felt… Relieved. It was like a reward - she wouldn’t have to just sit like this, bored and horny every day… But, it could just be something to keep her mind on her work instead of on more… Carnal things. Whatever the case, she clicked on the first link without a second thought, finding herself immediately on a homepage - a search bar sat just above a series of numbers, most likely counting the number of images on the site. Above it were a few tabs in Cantonese - ‘images’ and ‘tags’. 
 
Reluctantly, her hand, somewhat covered in sauce, slips down the tight border of her panties, past her dense thatch of pubes and across her lower lips. She flinches as she touches them, feeling their slickness, both from her sweat and… Other things. She didn’t need a justification for this - she was horny, and she wanted to get off. That’s all there was to it. 
 
The stickiness of the congealing food plopping onto her body occasionally only furthered to wreck her appearance. Had she been able to take a step outside her changes and look at what she had become she might have fled in terror. Sitting there, Marisse continued to chew at her food noisily, gnashing at the starchy, cheap food with her larger, slightly yellowed teeth as she stared apathetically at the dingy laptop screen that had become more of a window to her than the plate of glass leading outside.
 
The thick cotton that had formed over her mind seemed unshakable, leaving her sluggish and lethargic mentally and physically while her growing perversion left her body in a soupy warmth of arousal that itched at her attention nearly constantly, skewing her priorities. It felt sexy to act such a mess. Intellectually she knew it was wrong, although part of her mind questioned that, but she could not deny the sensations she was experiencing. Her heart fluttered as felt those beats of lukewarm sweat roll down her bloated, greasy curves and pool underneath her ass and thighs on that chair, or soak into the undersides of her breasts. Whenever she would sputter out a rivulet or glob of saliva while opening her maw to eat or speak, she could feel a slight shudder run up her spine.
 
The porn site had everything under the sun, or so it seemed at first, most of the categories making little sense to her. However, as she continued to look for something to indulge, she realized something. All of the videos and images were of women. Sometimes they were just one woman, sometimes many, sometimes it was a point of view shot but always from that of the fairer sex. Where was the cock?! 
 
Marisse felt herself snort in disgust, but found her eyes lingering over those supple curves, the smooth legs of those thin, well kempt women. If only she could grind herself against something as silky smooth as that woman’s flesh then she-
 
What?
 
The thought, much like everything else happening to her, was completely natural. Her thighs clenched as she felt herself tense pleasurably at the fantasies rolling in her mind, almost uncontrollably so. Her fingers dipped between her thickened nether lips, finding them dewy and slightly sticky, something she had not been accustomed to before. In reality, the changes she was experiencing were to thank for that, her body effectively producing more of any type of mucus or liquid, along with, well, seemingly everything else be it hair, weight, or melanin. 
 
But Marisse did not care. Her eyes locked onto a video of two Asian women scissoring on a large King size bed inside some fancy looking hotel room, her eyes glazing over as she starting snorting and grunting, her hand working harder as she slipped inside herself or paused to grind her large, rough greasy thumb over her clit hungrily. This pattern repeated over and over, the woman coming in and out of orgasm like some sort of stupor. It was not until she finally glanced down at the clock that she realized it was already almost half past 3pm! Like a teenage boy discovering porn for the first time, she had blown away the majority of her day indulging her sex drive and still was unsatiated, unaware that her libido was much like her appetite. Essentially, if she had food or erotica in front of her, she would indulge in it almost compulsively, though not without any control, at least some of the time. 
 
The miasma of sweat, gas, and pussy that hung around her was like the scent of roses to the warped girl, absentmindedly hilling off, tweaking her clitty and plunging one or two fingers into her sopping gash, every so often giggling dazedly. Only the timer broke her from her lustful reverie, reminding her that there was still work to be done.
 
Even if she didn’t want to do it, failing would result in her getting dragged somewhere else… She wouldn’t be able to finish herself off if she did. If she worked, she could… Enjoy herself a bit more, and who knows… Maybe she’d get a reward. More and more she looked forward to them with her addled mind - instant gratification mixed with the vague desire to be rewarded for a job ‘well’ done made them seem sweet as honey.
 
Pulling her fingers from her pussy, nudging her thighs together to keep herself… Ready in the meantime, she drags them across her keyboard and heads into the start menu, booting up one of the games she’d been banned from and hopping on to another account. There were dozens set up for her - after all, JadeTech wasn’t dumb. They had to expect her to get banned…
 
‘<What great foresight.>’ she mentally notes, of course in Cantonese. 
 
A lithe, sylvan Elf popped into the game world, rattling off the same message as before for all the hub-world to see. A wry grin spread across her lips as she went into the options and turned on ‘windowed’ mode. She could recall seeing it… Back when she could easily read English, but got lost a few times before she found it again. 
 
She resized it to cover one half of her screen, and dragged her browser to cover the other - she was multitasking! Part of her felt… Proud of this sense of industriousness. She reclined in her seat again, looking at the blurry little chat window for the telltale color of a PM to pop up and watching her little counter climb as she idled, every so often using the hand that wasn’t busy delving into her cunt to move her slim little avatar so that she wouldn’t get kicked for being away from her keyboard… She wasn’t going to be away for a long, long time.
 
A few hours pass - it’s only a half-hour after she begins that she cums, soaking her underwear liberally in her juices, a trumpeting fart accompanying the otherwise silent release. She doesn’t stop until she’s finished again, and again… By the time her quota draws near, she’s shouting from her fourth climax, her chair is drenched and her stomach is rumbling again. 
 
“Yes…~” she huskily, tiredly coos. “Done… Today…~” 
 
Immediately her hand slips from her underwear and reaches for her food… But pauses. Her hand is completely glazed… A little pruny too, and is simply radiant with the reek of her cunt. Another wry, lustful grin spreads across her lips as she pulls it back toward her face, licking it off and thrumming contentedly.
 
The part of her that felt disgusted for doing all of this to the sight… And to the thought of other women was slowly quieted. She justifies it that it’s all she had… But it’s certainly more than that, and getting even more profound with every moment she spends… Indulging.
 
Unlike last time, the responses she was getting in the game from other players made little sense. Unaware that it was a problem on her in, in her ability to actually understand it, it left Marisse feeling like she was dealing with idiots, furthering her stereotype against Western players.But that snide confidence sent a flutter of arousal that burned lightly in the pit of her stomach. Knowing she was better than these other people, it was a turn on in of itself. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism to manage her current situation, that or a product of her changes. It was hard to say. But in either case she definitely was developing a sexual connection to her own ego.
 
Realizing that she was sitting there slack jawed, drooling slightly over her fattened lip and onto her collarbone, she slurped noisily back into focus, the noise making her blush slightly both in embarrassment and in arousal once more. Was she so much a mess that she was practically defaulting to such a slovenly state? The taste of her own cum still lingered on her tongue.
 
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, an flicker of concern was blooming. She was still slightly aroused, like some sort of perpetual baseline that she would never fully escape, in spite of climaxing four times already. And they were not even casual orgasms, but body wracking, time distorting explosions that sent her into load moaning, yelling climaxes that rocked her world. The animal that was her sexuality had been awakened and it seemed like it too was a glutton of a pig. 
 
There was a thud from the wall in front of her, accompanying by muffled moaning. Now Marisse finally understood the noises. If everyone else was like her, corrupted and twisted by this foul place, perhaps everyone around her was also imprisoned by their own compulsive need to masturbate. The horror of it was lost on her however as the realization spawned images of masturbating women in her mind, making her hand slip down absentmindedly between her legs once again before she drew it back. 
 
With her quota fulfilled though, there was nothing left to do but eat, get off, and sleep. So effectively the same as she had been doing all afternoon. Even though she had spent all day glued to her chair, she was not sore or even cramped, asides from the ache of her physiological transformation of course. As she leaned over to grab for her dinner she heard the sickening suction of her skin peeling off the cheap seat in front of the table slightly, releasing more pent up stink into the air. The package of noodles was cold and greasy, but satisfying enough for now. The computer was her only activity now, so naturally she turned back to it. 
 
This time she turned on the porn without thinking about it, having it take up the right side of her screen. On the left she decided to look over her program files. After a moment she found an IRC program. She had heard about such things before, essentially just chat rooms that were more popular in the past than today, but, it was there for some reason right? 
 
A day like this was exactly what she needed to get her head straight - there wasn’t any need to stress over her previous failures… She’d put it out of her mind, take time to act like a good little puppet to JadeTech, calm down, and collect herself before trying again. She had a whole other half of the world to aid her, after all, and she had the gut feeling they’d be much more receptive to her cause.
 
Marisse gave a mix between a moan and a sigh, minimizing her game. It could keep running and she’d get a few hits to her quota for the next day - she didn’t need to talk to everyone, after all. Then, tomorrow, she’d just have even more time to get off! Or… Escape. Yeah, that. 
 
She slurped up a bundle of noodles, using the fresher sauce upon them to re-moisten that which was congealing in the higher reaches of the box, leaning in toward the computer again, her shifting ass giving a blast of fluctuating pitch. Her eyesight was much poorer today than it’d been the last time, and the fact she was suffering through it without the glasses this time wasn’t making it any better. 
 
The IRC program had a familiar icon - a letter with a fedora on it, one she could recall seeing during one of her earlier days. Her memories now largely consisted of… Shapes, sounds, sensations, rather than words or thoughts. Even her mind’s eye was growing blind. 
 
Her laptop fan gave an almost angry roar as it booted up yet another program… Or, rather, several in succession. Five windows popped up, reading ‘CONNECTING...’ in English, but disappearing quicker than she could read them. Proxies, most likely, to keep her and anyone else using it from being stumbled upon and traced. Just who else was on here that’d require that much security?
 
Jade130012 has connected.
Jade115491: <Scammed the pig good. Wanted to know if I was legit - what idiot sees our spam and thinks we’re giving them a good offer? Stupid westerners.>
Jade114142: <I wouldn’t complain. We wouldn’t get any work done if they weren’t so stupid.>
Jade115491: <Agreed, sister.>
Jade122313: <Guess who just found out a certain someone has a mistress! It’d be a shame if his wife found out, no?>
Jade114142: <Pics?>
 
Oh, god. Was this… This was a channel for people like her. No, no - people who worked for JadeTech. The… Spammers, hackers, whoever they were. Were they people who’d been kidnapped like her? Were they actual employees? It… They were actual people, and she’d been investigating JadeTech anyway… It’d be best to treat them like they were serious about their jobs.
 
Jade130012: hi
 
Reflexively, she posts in English. Seeing those two letters, surrounded by characters of a language she’d begun to find more… Comfortable, made her cringe a little. 
 
Jade130012: <Sorry. Used to English. Hello.>
 
It’s… A bit difficult to structure the sentences, even for the knowledge she’d gained of the language. She wrote slowly and clumsily, trapped in the border of learning one language and forgetting another. 
 
The longer she chatted with these other women, the faster her keystrokes became, her fingers gliding over the keyboard with a growing familiarity as her mind continued to almost magically rewired to better understand it while further distancing itself from an ability to speak solid English. Of course, she was making significant amounts of typos, grammatical errors, and the like, but she was learning fairly quickly. 
 
Jade115491: <Hello there. You new? Or just finally cave in?>
Jade114142: <Gotta be the latter, how else would she understand any of this.>
Jade115491: <Yo, you understand any of this or not?>
 
It was a strange sensation. It was clearly not English, it did not look English, but the familiarity that Cantonese was taking in her brain gave it the same feel as English. It made sense in that quite literally her brain was being rewritten, so it was relatively the same information in the same place, just a new language. As such, it also explained why her memories were so foreign to her, as those memories were still encoded in English, which no longer made much sense to her. Marisse looked at the screen, watching the words drift in and out of familiarity much like how one can repeat a word too many times until it’s just a sound, but slightly in the reverse. 
 
Unfortunately for Marisse, everything she was doing to clear her head was actually only serving to make it worse. Her constant masturbation throughout the day only rose her heartrate, circulating her combo of drugs all the more while stimulating the pleasure and addictive centers of her brain and effectively luring the medication to it like a moth to a flame. Everything seemed to be tying back to her lidibo in some fashion. It was almost like she was a man! The chuckle she had expected from her old self did not come.
 
More pounding came from above her this time, the ceiling creaking ominously from the force. Someone was having a good time.
 
Turning back to the keyboard, the conversation had pressed on without her. 
 
Jade122313: <Of course I have pics, but I ain’t trading that shit without someone else to reciprocate. ;)>
Jade115491: <Yeah yeah, we’ll get you some pussy pics one day, like you don’t have enough of that on the computer anyway right?>
Jade122313:  <lmfao>
Jade114142: <lol>
 
They seemed to know one another. How long had they been locked away here? Were they really like her? The questions continued to flow the longer she sat there, her chain of thought only interrupted as she let out another bombastic fart. Had she been paying more attention to those eruptions she might have noticed that she was beginning to have problems holding such expulsions back, be it flatulence or burping. It was like she was losing her ability to self control even those basic things. But it was not like she cared much, even her more rational section of her twisting persona knew she liked doing it, so she probably would not hold it back even if she could.  Leaning in towards the screen she watched the conversation unfold some more.
 
Every time Marisse moved she could feel her panties squelch about her crotch and ass crack, the sweat and nectar soaked garments a perverse mockery of what underwear should be about. Seeing as she had nothing else to wear, it was that or going on naked. But, there was something alluring about wearing that underwear. It was almost a trophy, a demonstration of just how vile she had, and was, becoming, alongside the testament to her champion-like sexual stamina. Over the day her pubic hair had actually grown, her follicle stimulation seemingly permanently spiked. While it was nothing superhuman, what had been stubble before and short curls this morning was becoming a rather unshaved, untamed bush that collected quite a bit of her own cum.
 
Most of the conversation were sex innuendos, usually not too clever, as well as general venom against the West, or one upping each other’s comments. It was oddly philial in a way. 
 
Jade122313: <Think she passed out or something?>
 
It took Marisse a moment to realize that the person was talking about her. 
 
She didn’t struggle to come up with a response - she snapped back quickly.
 
Jade130012: <Not a chance, just busy. Let’s just say it’s not with work!>
 
She raggedly chuckles at this. Innuendo… Just like them, and just like she wanted. 
 
Jade122313: <Right on!>
Jade115491: <Nice, new girl.>
 
Their positive response was… Welcome. It was like a reward in itself. It didn’t take any drug JadeTech could give her that made her want to be… One of the girls; just part of a group in general. That was just human nature. 
 
Jade129980: <Bet you’re chugging through the links they gave you, right? All vanilla shit. No offense to you, sister.>
 
What? What’d she mean by that? It was… It certainly wasn’t her norm, if that’s what she was implying.
 
Jade130012: <Vanilla?>
Jade122313: <Boring. How can you stand it?>
Jade130012: <It’s new to me, actually… And it’s all I have.>
Jade129837: <Great, we’ve got a luddite.>
 
What followed was a few minutes of silence… A silence that filled Marisse with a sense of uneasiness, though that could’ve just been gas. It wasn’t just she’d dropped off the topic of conversation - it was that all conversation stopped. 
 
Jade130012: <Did I say something wrong?>
 
A moment later, she got her answer - she didn’t. There were only about 6 or so of her ‘sisters’ in the room, and all of them returned with a flood of links. Links to sites, galleries, single images, even a few folders for her to download. Part of her felt… Honored, even if the cause of it was that they all gave her presumably fetish porn.
 
Jade129980: <Thank us later. Just don’t spend too much time with it.>
Jade130012: <Don’t worry about me, I can multitask.> ;) 
 
Her fan again protested as she filled up her browser with a handful of tabs, all to contain the… Donation she’d been given. She didn’t take time to look at any of them just yet, though, simply getting them up and stored for later. She prepares to open one of the folders when she hears a knock at the door and a soft thump - easily discerned from the thumping coming from upstairs. 
 
Marisse is loathe to part herself from her chair, and resultingly her new friends and new porn, but simply has to. Her skin once again gives a sound not unlike velcro as it’s pulled from the sticky chair, bones popping and cracking with every subtle movement, rubbing her eyes as if she’d just gotten up. A fart spills from her ass without her needing to force it, and a belch rises from her throat, forcing her to pat it to satiate the faint burning of the spicy chicken coming back up. 
 
There was something about letting out that gas as she went about her business that was even more erotic to her than just the act alone. That lack of control, that complete disregard of social expectation. She had become such a slob she freely jettisoned whatever was pent up without a second thought. Granted, it was becoming nearly uncontrollable, and likely would be given time, but that did not matter. The sheer deviancy from the Western ideal was profound. It was an addiction in of itself, and given how her own gaseousness seemed to becoming more frequent by the day anyway, it was a feature that she found herself almost embracing. Her stomach sloshed and wobbled with each footfall, the jiggle moving from her breast to stomach to ass, just a bit more than there was when she had awoken that morning. 
 
Marisse was actually starting to enjoy herself.
 
Opening the door she found another bag. Inside was a bunch of stuff, much more than the meager candy bar from last time. Bending down to grab the bag, and feeling her stomach spill over her still sopping panties, she closed the door and went back into the room without even thinking about escaping for a change. She swept away the empty cartons and bottles on the table with a snort of annoyance before plopping the bag onto the exposed, but slightly food stained table surface. All the while the conversation in the chatroom continued to ping without her. 
 
The first thing that Marisse pulled out of the bag was a new pair of glasses. They were pretty thick, the frames black and made of cheap plastic, although the lenses were real enough, even if they did resemble magnifying glasses. Next was a box of those candy bars, like the kind that grocery stores put on shelves to stock an item in bulk. Great. After that she pulled out what looked to be a small bottle of lotion. There was no label on it, but the soft shelled container looked like it only held a few ounces. Lastly, Marisse found a clean, but slightly small looking cheap white tank top. She was officially one step closer to being fully clothed. 
 
Another ping prompted her to look back at the chat window. Marisse found herself grunting, chuckling, or even verbally responding to her peers even though no one could hear her. She must have looked deranged out of context. Along with this phenomenon, throughout the day Marisse's voice box had been expanding slowly, making her voice even huskier and less feminine than before. At this point no one that had known her before her kidnapping would have recognized her voice whatsoever, even disregarding the heavy Cantonese accent she had been developing throughout the day as well.
 
Jade129980: <Hey new girl, how fucked up is your English yet?>
Jade115491: <Yeah, try typing some English, I wanna see just how far our new comrade has fallen.>
Jade114142: <Oh boo hoo, can't speak American Pig language, big whoop.>
Jade115491:<Fuck, I hope they give us voice chat some point soon. Maybe we should add each other on Skype?>
Jade114142: <And give the Western shitlords our information. No way!>
 
Another thick fart erupted from her ass, those noodles making her way through her system pretty quickly at this point. She had not even realized the sun had already set.
 
She actually laughed at the tank-top - it was too little, and comically too late. At this point she was more than comfortable being nude, which she suspected they wanted her to be… But, if it ever got cold, it’d be a good thing to have. A growing part of her mind remarked that it was just one more thing she could make hers… One more thing she could make as dirty as she is.
 
As she tugs it on, it gives her the result she expected: it was too small for her, constraining her breasts and chubby curves, outlining them perfectly with as skintight as it was, and allowing a few inches of her chubby, stubbly belly to stick out. 
 
Almost amorously, she pats it. “<Don’t want to stay in, do you? Well, fine. Have it your way.>”
 
The next thing she dons are the glasses - the last time she tried them on, they actually helped. Why they did, she didn’t bother thinking about, but just chalked it up to strain from staring at a computer for most of her waking day. They worked, like the tank-top, exactly as expected, though this time it was a delight that they did. She takes a quick look around the room, finally able to see across to the other side of it… Well, she wasn’t exactly missing anything when she was having trouble seeing.
 
Regardless, she keeps them on, as they help her see her screen better. Now she didn’t have to lean in; she could recline to her heart’s content. Not to say she’d stop slouching any time soon.
Seeing as she’d already polished off two of her boxes of food, she figures dessert is in order - one of the candy bars, the one she’d found with her initial bag of food. In addition… She brings over the bottle of vodka, looking at it longingly. All day, her eyes had been… Drawn to it. She’d licked her lips, her heart had started beating, and… She didn’t know why. Did she really want to try it that badly? She had no idea of the already-cemented addition worming about in her head.
 
After polishing off the candy, loosing a long burp thereafter, she twists off the top of the bottle and takes a tentative sip. It burns her throat, clears out her sinuses and leaves a bitter taste in her mouth… But she smiles. She never drank before, and now she has no idea why. It was pretty good! She takes another sip before getting on the chat again, chuckling with glee. 
 
Jade130012: hi girl want fuckign burger???
Jade123310: <lol>
Jade130008: <It’s like I’m actually talking to an American.>
Jade130012: <And I still know more than half the players I’ve scammed. I think I might be the only exception to how unconditionally stupid westerners are.>
 
It was… Odd, lumping herself in with the rest of them; the rest of the west. It was like willingly getting into the group of the slow kids in class. 
 
Jade114112: <You? A westerner? I doubt it.>
Jade129980: <Who’d want to be, anyway?>
 
Marisse doesn’t have to take a second to respond.
 
Jade130012: <Not me.>
 
She takes another drink of her vodka and turns away from the screen for a moment, picking up the small bottle of lotion. What was it supposed to do, and how was she supposed to use it, anyway? The bottle was blank - not even any Cantonese to guide her. Tentatively, she opens the bottle and squeezes a tiny bit out onto her fingers, rubbing them together and bringing it to her nose, taking a quick sniff. 
 
Already her undershirt had grown damp with sweat, most noticeably under her arms, where the white color had turned a dark grey. If it did anything of value, it was keep her hair from sticking to her - now the long, black, greasy tresses rested imply upon it, only clinging wetly to her head rather than her neck and shoulders. The thicker areas of her pubes had already begun to peek over the tight waistline of her stained, crusty panties, every so often scratched at. 
 
The lotion carried the aroma of what almost smelled like a mixture of coconut and almond. In other words, it was pretty conventional stuff. Marisse found her nose wrinkling at it, like the smell was not worthwhile anymore .It was not that it smelled bad to her. No, if anything it was pleasant and slightly nostalgic in some respects. But it was the emotion that came with it that bothered her. It was so conventional, just another slick marketing ploy for everyone to doll up and give into the American fist of conformity. Still, lotion was lotion, maybe it would be worthwhile? Given how little she got from her captors,there was little point in outright discarding it after all.
 
It did not take long before the vodka started to make itself known in her system, the heavy buzz of the alcohol tingling at her judgment and further impairing her thoughtful decisions. It felt good though, to just let go. Much like everything else she had been doing today, there was a certain sense of freedom in drinking. Of course it was bad for her, but who gave a shit? She was enjoying herself. There was plenty of crap going on in her life right now, why should she not indulge herself? There was no argument from her more rational side this time. 
 
 The constricting tank top quickly grew damp in her own sweat, working as an ill fated wash rag before becoming oversaturated over the following hours. Combined with the drippings of sauce and the like, the shirt was quickly "hers" before she even went to sleep. Having the shirt on put her slovenliness into context, making her seem even less sightly than without it.
 
Marisse was not sure how long she chatted with the rest of those women, assuming they were women, but by the time she started to feel drowsy the foot traffic outside had perked up a bit, as if it was approaching early morning. Damn, and she still had her quota for today. 
 
She spent her night much like she’d spent her day - her character idling in the game, occasionally switching to another one to make herself seem less conspicuous, chatting with her newfound friends and moving her hands between her dwindling supply of food and her pussy. Empty boxes, bottles, and candy wrappers littered her table and a few had spilled down to her floor as well. The lotion joined them, lost in the trash.
 
The porn she’d been given… Well, if the stuff JadeTech provided was exotic to her, this was completely new stuff entirely. A good portion of it was drawn, and absolutely had to be to get across some of the things they depicted… Bodies couldn’t do half the things they were doing. She only took a few tentative glances at them before hiding them… Rather than refuse them entirely, she figured she just wasn’t ready for them now. 
 
Otherwise, she felt like she was… Getting to know the others in the room, feeling like she was a part of it like all the rest. They were funny, and she knew damn well how much she needed human contact that didn’t end with her getting backstabbed or gassed by JadeTech.
 
It wasn’t that she’d begun to get tired just as morning came - she’d been sorta groggy all day, and if she’d climbed back into her sticky bed she’d likely have slept for the rest of the day. What brought her attention to just how long she’d been up was that she’d begun to actually drift off. Her head bobbed a little, eyelids hung heavy, and a bit of drool dribbled from her slack jaw. 
 
Her Cantonese grew a bit sloppier over the day, especially as she drank - some of the others who popped in and out of the room seemed to be in the same state. 
 
Jade130012: <Falling asleep. Drunk. Going away for now.>
Jade108412: <Aww! See you tomorrow, sister ;) >
Jade123314: <Sleep it off - just take a few pills in the morning.>
Jade130008: <Want to play something tomorrow?>
 
Play? What, did she mean the games? All they had were spam accounts… Well, all she had were spam accounts. Did the others have something different?
 
Jade130012: <How?>
Jade123310: <You have much to learn, sister!>
Jade130008: <Just make an account like normal. They can’t stop you from doing that. It’s more fun than just using it to idle, y’know? Most of us play it, just post your character here. See you then~ >
 
Sighing, she rises from her chair and smiles. She… Had something to look forward to, tomorrow. Before she goes to bed she grabs a candy bar to bring with her and quickly checks tomorrow’s quota… It looks like she was almost halfway done. Short of her sleeping the whole day away, she’d have ample time to finish her quota… Then maybe take the others up on their offer. Even if she ended up getting backstabbed in the end… It was actually pretty fun playing the game for once.
 
With a grin, she plops into bed, her body jiggling from the sudden fall, and the metal frame creaking dangerously. Even though she hadn’t touched it all day, it still felt a little bit moist. With a plastic crinkle, she opens the candy bar and pulls the rough covers over her body. 
 
“Hmph.” she grumbles, taking a bite of it. “<Welcome to the family, indeed.>”