Curves 2017/10/15(Sun)18:25 No. 837002 ID: eef56a
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First there was nothing, then, there was something.

You feel like you're waking from an extremely deep sleep. Reality creeps in slowly as you try to clear the cobwebs from your mind.

You don't know who you are, or where you are.

You feel alone.

You feel cold.

Curves 2017/10/15(Sun)18:26 No. 837003 ID: eef56a
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You open your eyes.


You aren't sure WHAT you are, but you're pretty sure bodies aren't supposed to look like this. Your breasts are absolutely, positively, enormous. What is that, a size G? H? You're not sure how you know that, but you just do.

You reach up towards your face. As you do, can hear the grinding of a metal joint. Your skin bunches up, slightly sticky and rubbery. There's something unyeildingly hard under it; you feel like a gummy bear with a skeleton inside of it. You have a gut feeling (do...you have guts? You're not sure) you won't like the explaination for what you are.
Your face is covered by a mask. Israeli Civilian with the filter removed. You have no idea how you know that either, but the model type is drilled into your brain. It feels like the only thing you're certain of. When you slide your fingers under the mask to try to remove it, the pain is blinding and searing. Best to leave it alone for now.
You feel like you've been separated from a great group, a hive, a pack. You feel a deep desire to get back to them.

Curves 2017/10/15(Sun)18:26 No. 837004 ID: eef56a
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You look around. The room you're in is saturated with the smell of sadness and expired carbinated drinks. Various posters of animated cartoons hang up, and there are models of human women with completely implausable proportions similar to your own here and there. The computer is on, and the desktop is completely disorganised. There is one sad window in this small room, overlooking a suburban street. This place feels very familiar to you somehow, but this is the first time you've been able to see it.

The door is shut, but you can barely hear a muffled voice behind it. Whoever it belongs to is extremely paniced, almost hysterical. They sound near tears. They keep pausing, and you suspect they're on the phone.

A. Investigate Room
B. Investigate Voice
C. Investigate Window
D. Something Else

Just remember to use the spoiler image function for anything you think people won't want to be suddenly surprise exposed to, since it'll at least briefly appearing on the front page of the main quest board. Then everyone who sees it will be someone who's accepted their fate and it'll be fine.

B. Investigate Voice, it seems the most urgent. The other stuff you'll hopefully be able to look at later.

>>837004
B. If you can listen in on what's being said it should give you a lot of very valuable information about your current situation.

A. Investigate Room
B. Investigate Voice
crack the door to see if you can't hear what's being said as you try to see if their's anything in the room to give you a clue to what/who you are. Like maybe their's something on the computer to clue you in... just try not to make to much noise so you can hear what the voice is saying.

B, then A.

B, then C.

Curves 2017/10/15(Sun)19:24 No. 837034 ID: eef56a
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You take a step off the bed. You fumble briefly, trying to get your footing. Fortunately you manage to keep your balance as you tip toe over to the door, turning the knob and cracking open the door slightly.

Its a male voice, blubbering with absolute terror. "Yeah man, I'm sure I'm sure! PLEASE come over! PLEASE help me deal with this thing before it wakes up!" a break due to sobbing. "Ok...ok. You promise? 10 minutes? Oh thank you man, thank you!"

Looks like you're on a timer now.

You take a minute to look around the room. You don't find anything too useful. The trashcan is overflowing with tissues and snack packets. There's some clothes on the floor; they're dirty but they might fit you (or as well as they can fit over your gravity defying bazoos).

You look out the window. You realize you're on the second story of a house. Outside are identical models of houses, all in drab neutral colors each with a small, well manicured lawn. You're in some kind of lower-middle class suburb. The sun is hanging low in the sky, and the trees are starting to turn. It looks cold out.

You're not sure if you can make the jump to the ground and survive.

You turn to the computer. Whoever it is left their browser open, and you can see, in addition to the 15 porn tabs, a series of frantic searches: "I didn't order gasmask came to house" "HELP WOKE UP GAS MASK ON REAL DOLL" "GAS MASKS COME TO LIFE????" There's a news article open that was posted today in a language you don't understand, with a picture of people running screaming from the steps of a museum.

There are footsteps headed back towards the room. They hesitate. You forgot to close the door, and he sees that you've cracked it.

WHAT DO YOU DO?

>>837035
Shit. Uh. See if you can speak. Probably not, realdolls don't have vocal chords. Anyway, I think you are the gasmask, you're simply controlling the realdoll like a prosthetic body. I suspect you would do the same thing if the mask was on a human. Some kind of magic parasite shit.

Close the door and lock it, before he comes in. Then use the computer to search for other locations of living gas masks, then use google maps to get directions. You are part of a hive of gas masks, so you should rejoin them. Once you have directions, get clothes on and exit the room. The other person in the house should be scared shitless of you so he won't be an obstacle so long as you can spook him out of your way without provoking an attack. If you know how to drive you should try to steal his keys, either by attacking and knocking him out, intimidating him and getting the message across that you need his car, or by seducing his pants off. Depends on how coordinated you are.

Be sure to close the google maps tab and delete browser history so he doesn't know where you're going..

You may not be able to speak with that on. Quickly find something to write with and something to write on and write "I don't intend to hurt you."

Are you my mummy?

Curves 2017/10/15(Sun)20:34 No. 837051 ID: eef56a
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>>837038
You fantasize about this for a moment, but you don't have time for that Liam Neelson shit! There's no lock on the door either, and you're not certain you can brace it.

You do wonder if you CAN speak though. You open your mouth to shout to the nervous man. What happens next completely surprises you.

The rubber of the mask bends to your will, deforming it like snarling flesh. You sense you have teeth! Living teeth, a huge tongue, and copious amounts of saliva. The best noise you can produce is a wet, slurping bubbling hiss. As soon as you shut your disgusting maw, all evidence of it vanishes as the mask returns to normal. You no longer feel your teeth, and it is as if you have no mouth at all.

You decide it might be better to keep that from happening again for the time being.

Flailing, you search for something to write on. You find a dog eared sketchbook, fortunately only half filled with pencil drawings. You scramble to write hastily "I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU."

Curves 2017/10/15(Sun)20:34 No. 837052 ID: eef56a
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The man of the house kicks open the door nervously. He absolutely reeks of stress sweat, and he's visably shaking with fear. "I-I'm armed! A-and my friend is going to be here in just a few m-minutes!" his collapsing bravado is admirable but he's basically a bowl of soup. He has a katana in his hands that he CLEARLY doesn't know how to use.

You frantically hold up the sketchbook, waving around your note. He pauses and seems to relax for a moment, and then tenses up again. "p...PROVE IT!"

>>837043
Pregnancy is going to be the next quest probably

Give him a friendly lick.

>>837052
>"P...PROVE IT!"
Write down on the sketchbook, "HOW?!?!"

Sit back down on the bed?

>>837052
Uhhhh... Shrug, I mean how are you supposed to prove that. Write a new note: "WHATEVER. PUTTING ON CLOTHES NOW." Then proceed to get dressed.

Curves 2017/10/15(Sun)21:23 No. 837075 ID: eef56a
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You're completely baffled as to how you're supposed to prove you're not a threat. You have an impulsive idea, probably a bad one, but its the best you have.

You step towards him, and he threatens you with the sword. You easily push it aside. You open your nightmare hole and give him a friendly lick.

Your tongue is coarse and rough and gets everywhere. The amount of drool is biblical. He's frozen, hard to say from fear or disgust. Something stirs deeply in you from this act, as if you're invigorated by the terror you've just caused.

Either way you have him incapacitated. You start to rummage around through the heaps of clothing for something to wear.

The man slides down the door frame and collapses on the floor in a heap, whimpering. You have that feeling again. It frightens you how strong it is. Your head is spinning.

A. Fight it as long as you can and escape
B. Give in and see where the feeling takes you

A. Fight it. This guy has a friend on the way. If the feeling is as strong as you think, indulging it might distract you, suck you in and keep you from thinking to do anything else for a while.

... Do you see anything like a camera or a phone anywhere around? Take a picture of yourself to leave with him. Try make a friendly... gesture? Body pose? In the picture, with him in it. Leave it with a note saying something like "See? I didn't" or "hope that's proof enough".

Fight it. Put some ill-fitting clothes on and go... somewhere. Into town, perhaps.

Oh yeah and take that sketchbook and pencil with you, you might need it. Tear out the pages with the drawings and leave them first. Can't steal an artist's work from him!

B. Find out how much of a monster you really are.

A. fight it
Put him in a different room, get dressed and barricade yourself in this one. Write a note on the door saying "sorry I caused you to faint", once he wakes up and his friend gets here you can talk to them calmly through the door so they feel safer and this way you can find out why you are here and what you are.

A. Fight it

>>837075
"I like scaring people but I'll let you cum inside if you stop freaking out"

nothing will get a nerd to trust you like sexual provocation

Curves 2017/10/15(Sun)22:42 No. 837093 ID: eef56a
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>>837077
>>837079
>>837084
>>837086

You fight it. It hurts to fight it this bad, it feels almost as if you need to vomit and you're holding back a giant torrent of bile. You grit your teeth hard, blood pounding in your ears. A few moments of this, and the feeling dies down. It nibbles at the back of your psyche, but you're stronger than it right now. You can't shake the feeling you have made an incredibly correct choice, or that this will be the last time you'll have to deal with it.

But what to do now?

Curves 2017/10/15(Sun)22:43 No. 837094 ID: eef56a
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>>837088
You briefly consider this, but he's catatonic at the moment. He's not putting his dick inside anything, and frankly, he's been cumming inside of the body you're piloting for months now, so its not much of an offer.

You notice many of the cartoon women depicted around his room are gesturing with two fingers and smiling. He probably likes this kind of thing. You feel really bad about what you've done. You fish his phone out of his pocket and take a selfie of yourself next to his trembling form, holding up your fingers. You're not sure how you know what a selfie is, but you are female after all.

Curves 2017/10/15(Sun)22:43 No. 837097 ID: eef56a
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You feel like you'd better leave before his friend arrives. You find a giant t-shirt to fit over your nightmarishly large chest, and the only pair of pants that will fit you are some questionable grey sweats (they have a drawstring you can tighten around your cartoonishly thin waist). Oh, right the sketchbook! You hastily tear out the mediocre drawings and leave them in a pile on the bed, stuffing your pockets full of markers as well. You slip on the nerd's sneakers and you slip out the door.

The sun is continuing to lower in the sky, and a stiff autumn breeze rattles the neighborhood trees. Its eerily silent; there's no one on the streets, and no one on the roads. Your senses tingle; you feel like more of your kind might be nearby, but you can't get a bead on where exactly.

You head:

A. North
B. South

>>837094
To clarify; you didn't steal his phone. You politely put it back in his pocket. You're a monster, but you're not that that horrible.

South? Go south.

Throw blanket over crying guy and head south I guess

Okay south.

How do you know which way is North?

Also, go North.

>>837093
That's the face someone makes when they're trying to fart.

>>837097
South.

North.

>>837111
Rises in the east, sets in the west...
Go north.