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This is based on a game of the same name. Made by a user named DeeDee. Enjoy!
Chris Kelly, a young male. He’s about 170 cm tall and weigh around 63 kg. Till last week his life was still enjoyable. He had a beautiful girlfriend, Sensi Saber, whom he loved, a job he liked and some hope for his future. He’d even promised his girlfriend, that they’d both remain virgin until marriage. Turned out only one of them two took that oath to heart.
He’d always been kind of tense because of his penis size. Sensi said she didn't really mind, but events yet to transpire tell a different tale. Anyway, he’d decided that he’d try one of these "penis enlargement" pills, even though his instincts told him not to, and got served a hefty bill. Both literally and figuratively, since they cost a lot and worked not at all. At least, not as intended. Since he took these pills, he’s been getting horny on a regular basis and once he’d reach a certain level without release, things tend to get ... hard ... for him. He has seen a doctor, but since the components of the pills are unknown, all they've said is to wait, the effects will most likely dwindle over time.
And then he caught his now ex-girlfriend in bed with her Yoga Trainer last week. His whole world was shattered. Her excuse was "Anal does not count". Well, she moved out rather quickly and took most of her belongings with her.
His thoughts are kind of all over the place. Did he just waste the last 4 years of his life? Where did it all start to fall apart? His lack of concentration started to influence his work performance as well.
Lack of sleep didn't help him either. He’d wake up after a long night of turning around in his lonely, way-too-big bed.
07:07 Tuesday 28 jun. 2033
‘Fuck, I'm worn out. I didn't sleep at all last night.’ He thinks to himself as he lays for some time after turning off the alarm clock. He didn’t really wonna go to work today, but the company is quite strict regarding skipping. Besides, boring numbers might just be what he needs to get his thoughts off Sensi.
The bedroom is dominated by the King Size Bed in the centre which gets kind of lonely at night. Next to the bed there is a small nightstand with the alarm clock. There are some shelves on the wall filled with a fairly large selection of books. A window dominating one wall is concealed with always-drawn curtains, with a large two-person Wardrobe occupying on the far side of the room.
He picks up his smartphone from the nightstand.
Opening the Wardrobe, there's a lot of empty space, now that Sensi took all her belongings with her.
‘Just great. Even the absence of things remind me of how hollow my existence has become. I really need to do something that fills that void.’ He thinks in a depressing spiral.
From the wardrobe, he pulls out the shirt, the crimson tie, and the black dress pants. He’s fairly sure that wearing anything else would get him fired. This company does not k** around. Finally dressed, he goes to the kitchen.
Chris sits down for a moment. Ignoring everything that has happened lately, and simply enjoys a nice cup of steaming hot coffee. For a short moment, all worries seem to truly disappear.
Finally, he waters his plant on the way out, puts on his black shoes and leaves his house.
07:39 Tuesday 28 jun. 2033
Even though he has been working here for some years now, Chris is always astounded by just how grand the company is. It looks more like a hotel for the 1% than anything else.
But that’s Social Interaction Service Syndicate LTD. For you. Even the numerous floors are higher than the average company building. Makes you wonder what those in management makes.
He enters the elevator and presses the all familiar button for floor 39: Cloud Data Services.
Entering the floor, he is greeted by Nines Carlson blocking his way. Nines is a nice guy, a good old friend and also the one who got him this job. His jokes about Chris being a “work slave” however did get old very quickly. Suddenly he notices that Nines normally healthy rosy skin tone is replaced with pale off white.
“Fuck, I think we are royally screwed this time.” He says, from Chris’ perplexed and inquiring look, Nines continues “Last Friday, when we got the Dataset from Nintendolls. Did you do the Weekend backup as usual? I know it was a hard day for you, but please, try to remember. We lost the current hard drive due to an energy surge in the systems, but the back-ups from last week are nowhere to be found.”
‘Fuck’ Chris curses inside his mind ‘That was the day after I broke up with Sensi. I hardly remember any details about that day. Must have been the drinking spree afterwards…’
“Alright, ehm…” Chris begins and sighs in defeat “Let me just check the files myself before everyone starts panicking and jumping to conclusions.” Nines moves to allow him to pass.
Chris sits down at his work station and starts checking all the logs he uses, and the logs he might use, and finally the logs he doesn’t use. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. This is not looking good. Nintendolls is a very important client to the higher ups of Social Interaction Service Syndicate LTD. These were test were from their newest Massive Multi-Player Online Game, fresh from the stress test during the Beta. These files where vital for the next phase of the game development. ‘And now they are gone. Erased by the almighty coincidence’ Chris thinks in defeat ‘This isn’t my day. This isn’t my week. Fuck!’
He spends some minutes with his head buried in his heads, trying to go over all of his steps last Friday. He concludes that he didn’t do a mistake with the back-up process… he didn’t do it at all!
There’s only one person that could save him now. The infamous tech Wizard of the Cloud Data Service: Alex Strawberry.
Chris enters the cube, or rather the lair of the Tech Wizard. Alex seems to be in a good mood today, but it takes just a single look at her smirk to realize that she has already figured out why he has come.
“Bad news travels fast my friend.” She smiles, revealing her teeth, as she turns the chair, “and since your knowledge does not suffice, you come to places of higher experience to seek the wisdom forbidden to yourself.”
‘She plays way too much D&D’ Chris sighs mentally. “Can you help me or not. I need to recover the files from the fried hard drives.”
“Ah yes, the tomes of ultimate wisdom.” She starts, clearly a storyteller to the bone. “Many heroes have travelled far and wide and yet, they’re unwilling to pay the ultimate price.”
‘Ofcourse she wants something from me. Can’t blame her though.’
“Seriously Chris.” Her Wizard storyteller demeanour is shattered in a second, “if you wan’t my help you have to massage my feet ‘till I’m done.”
Chris is too startled to respond, though he doesn’t show it.
“Stupid company dress code my ass, these heels are killing me. I’m a free-lance tech specialist, not a secretary Jim. If you do this for me I’m willing to give you some hours of my work time. But I cannot guarantee that we recover any data at all.”
‘Massaging her feet is so humiliating.’ Chris ponders his options, ‘on the other hand, recovering any more than 2% by myself would require nothing short of a miracle.’
“Sure, I’ll do it.” He says, sighing in defeat. Alex rolls out her chair with a smile plastered to her face.
Chris got on his knees and backed under the table, luckily his physique isn’t too big, unlike people such as Nines, so it’s fairly easy to fit under the table. He could probably stay like that for a few yours given the wiggle room. ‘please do not let it take hours’
Alex rests her legs on Chris’ and he starts with the foot reflexology learned through massaging his ex-girlfriend Sensi’s feet at the end of most days.
“God, this is so humiliating. I hope nobody sees me while doing this.” He mutters to himself as he massages her feet. They are sweaty and kinda smell since she’s up all days in these stupid company high heels, but clenching his teeth and trying to think of something else, it’s not too unbearable.
While massaging her feet and thinking of something else, Alex lets out a soft moan.
“Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop. Hng.”
Chris intensifies his massage efforts, not entirely sure why, which leads to yet another soft, sexy moan from Alex. ‘That’s probably why.’
“How did you get that good at this Chris? Your girlfriend must have been pretty stupid for breaking up wi-“ Alex seems to remember that this might a little bit too touchy right now, but the damage is done.
‘Bad news travel fast indeed. Who else knows about this? I only told Nines.’
“Just forget I said anything.” Alex says, a bit defensively from the lack of response. The following silence is so thick you could cut it.
The seconds, turn to minutes and the minutes turn to hours. This isn't what he’s getting paid for and his hand start to hurt after a while as well, and this monotone task kinda bores him, which makes his mind kind of drift off...
And by drifting off, it kinda went to the gutter. Being under the table Chris decided he might as well try and get a little peek. He crouched a little further to get a better angle. The Company’s dress code for women are see-through pantyhose during spring and summer, so that’s not the problem. The light, or lack thereof actually, from being under a table was.
Chris was just about to lean back in defeat, when suddenly he hears Alex’s voice from above: “Getting a little inquisitive down there, ey Chris? I assume a hero like yourself deserves a little reward for such a superb performance” Chris can feel blood rush to his checks from being caught.
Alex starts to pull up her skirt, just enough for him to see her panties. They’re pink and made of nylon elastane with some lace on them. And then there’s the bulge in the middle – which should not be there.
‘What?’ Chris manages to think, just as he hits a nerve with massaging her feet, and Alex lets out a soft toned moan again, making her bulge twist and grow in size.
“You are way too good at this for your own good, you know that, right?” Alex says with a sigh.
Chris wants to answer, he really does. But the surprise of the bulge makes him unable to do so.
“This shall be our little secret, okay? Unless you want to tell everyone how you obtained this information as well.” She says while pulling her skirt back down. “Anyway, you can stop now and get up again, before people start talking. I’m done. But you won’t be happy with the result.”
"This shall be our little secret okay? Unless you want to tell everyone how you obtained this information as well. Anyway", she says while pulling her skirt back down, "You can stop now and get up again, before people start talking. I'm done. But you won’t be happy with the result.
Alex pointed to one of her monitors after he’d gotten up. “Okay, we managed to recover about 16% of all the Data from the harddrives. This is not a lot, I hope you don’t get into too much trouble for this.” She said the last bit with honest sincerity in her voice.
‘Too much trouble my ass’ Chris thought ‘best case scenario I get demoted, worst case scenario its off with his head or something.’
“Anyway, I’d really value your discretion about my little secret,” Alex tells Chris, while putting a finger on his lips in a suggestive manner, “That would be better for both our sakes.”
Chris was about to ask what she meant by that, when sat slumped back into her chair and told him to go so she could get her own work gone.
Chris walks back to his own cube, trying everything to get even just a single byte of data back.
Chris Kelly, a young male. He’s about 170 cm tall and weigh around 63 kg. Till last week his life was still enjoyable. He had a beautiful girlfriend, Sensi Saber, whom he loved, a job he liked and some hope for his future. He’d even promised his girlfriend, that they’d both remain virgin until marriage. Turned out only one of them two took that oath to heart.
He’d always been kind of tense because of his penis size. Sensi said she didn't really mind, but events yet to transpire tell a different tale. Anyway, he’d decided that he’d try one of these "penis enlargement" pills, even though his instincts told him not to, and got served a hefty bill. Both literally and figuratively, since they cost a lot and worked not at all. At least, not as intended. Since he took these pills, he’s been getting horny on a regular basis and once he’d reach a certain level without release, things tend to get ... hard ... for him. He has seen a doctor, but since the components of the pills are unknown, all they've said is to wait, the effects will most likely dwindle over time.
And then he caught his now ex-girlfriend in bed with her Yoga Trainer last week. His whole world was shattered. Her excuse was "Anal does not count". Well, she moved out rather quickly and took most of her belongings with her.
His thoughts are kind of all over the place. Did he just waste the last 4 years of his life? Where did it all start to fall apart? His lack of concentration started to influence his work performance as well.
Lack of sleep didn't help him either. He’d wake up after a long night of turning around in his lonely, way-too-big bed.
07:07 Tuesday 28 jun. 2033
‘Fuck, I'm worn out. I didn't sleep at all last night.’ He thinks to himself as he lays for some time after turning off the alarm clock. He didn’t really wonna go to work today, but the company is quite strict regarding skipping. Besides, boring numbers might just be what he needs to get his thoughts off Sensi.
The bedroom is dominated by the King Size Bed in the centre which gets kind of lonely at night. Next to the bed there is a small nightstand with the alarm clock. There are some shelves on the wall filled with a fairly large selection of books. A window dominating one wall is concealed with always-drawn curtains, with a large two-person Wardrobe occupying on the far side of the room.
He picks up his smartphone from the nightstand.
Opening the Wardrobe, there's a lot of empty space, now that Sensi took all her belongings with her.
‘Just great. Even the absence of things remind me of how hollow my existence has become. I really need to do something that fills that void.’ He thinks in a depressing spiral.
From the wardrobe, he pulls out the shirt, the crimson tie, and the black dress pants. He’s fairly sure that wearing anything else would get him fired. This company does not k** around. Finally dressed, he goes to the kitchen.
Chris sits down for a moment. Ignoring everything that has happened lately, and simply enjoys a nice cup of steaming hot coffee. For a short moment, all worries seem to truly disappear.
Finally, he waters his plant on the way out, puts on his black shoes and leaves his house.
07:39 Tuesday 28 jun. 2033
Even though he has been working here for some years now, Chris is always astounded by just how grand the company is. It looks more like a hotel for the 1% than anything else.
But that’s Social Interaction Service Syndicate LTD. For you. Even the numerous floors are higher than the average company building. Makes you wonder what those in management makes.
He enters the elevator and presses the all familiar button for floor 39: Cloud Data Services.
Entering the floor, he is greeted by Nines Carlson blocking his way. Nines is a nice guy, a good old friend and also the one who got him this job. His jokes about Chris being a “work slave” however did get old very quickly. Suddenly he notices that Nines normally healthy rosy skin tone is replaced with pale off white.
“Fuck, I think we are royally screwed this time.” He says, from Chris’ perplexed and inquiring look, Nines continues “Last Friday, when we got the Dataset from Nintendolls. Did you do the Weekend backup as usual? I know it was a hard day for you, but please, try to remember. We lost the current hard drive due to an energy surge in the systems, but the back-ups from last week are nowhere to be found.”
‘Fuck’ Chris curses inside his mind ‘That was the day after I broke up with Sensi. I hardly remember any details about that day. Must have been the drinking spree afterwards…’
“Alright, ehm…” Chris begins and sighs in defeat “Let me just check the files myself before everyone starts panicking and jumping to conclusions.” Nines moves to allow him to pass.
Chris sits down at his work station and starts checking all the logs he uses, and the logs he might use, and finally the logs he doesn’t use. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. This is not looking good. Nintendolls is a very important client to the higher ups of Social Interaction Service Syndicate LTD. These were test were from their newest Massive Multi-Player Online Game, fresh from the stress test during the Beta. These files where vital for the next phase of the game development. ‘And now they are gone. Erased by the almighty coincidence’ Chris thinks in defeat ‘This isn’t my day. This isn’t my week. Fuck!’
He spends some minutes with his head buried in his heads, trying to go over all of his steps last Friday. He concludes that he didn’t do a mistake with the back-up process… he didn’t do it at all!
There’s only one person that could save him now. The infamous tech Wizard of the Cloud Data Service: Alex Strawberry.
Chris enters the cube, or rather the lair of the Tech Wizard. Alex seems to be in a good mood today, but it takes just a single look at her smirk to realize that she has already figured out why he has come.
“Bad news travels fast my friend.” She smiles, revealing her teeth, as she turns the chair, “and since your knowledge does not suffice, you come to places of higher experience to seek the wisdom forbidden to yourself.”
‘She plays way too much D&D’ Chris sighs mentally. “Can you help me or not. I need to recover the files from the fried hard drives.”
“Ah yes, the tomes of ultimate wisdom.” She starts, clearly a storyteller to the bone. “Many heroes have travelled far and wide and yet, they’re unwilling to pay the ultimate price.”
‘Ofcourse she wants something from me. Can’t blame her though.’
“Seriously Chris.” Her Wizard storyteller demeanour is shattered in a second, “if you wan’t my help you have to massage my feet ‘till I’m done.”
Chris is too startled to respond, though he doesn’t show it.
“Stupid company dress code my ass, these heels are killing me. I’m a free-lance tech specialist, not a secretary Jim. If you do this for me I’m willing to give you some hours of my work time. But I cannot guarantee that we recover any data at all.”
‘Massaging her feet is so humiliating.’ Chris ponders his options, ‘on the other hand, recovering any more than 2% by myself would require nothing short of a miracle.’
“Sure, I’ll do it.” He says, sighing in defeat. Alex rolls out her chair with a smile plastered to her face.
Chris got on his knees and backed under the table, luckily his physique isn’t too big, unlike people such as Nines, so it’s fairly easy to fit under the table. He could probably stay like that for a few yours given the wiggle room. ‘please do not let it take hours’
Alex rests her legs on Chris’ and he starts with the foot reflexology learned through massaging his ex-girlfriend Sensi’s feet at the end of most days.
“God, this is so humiliating. I hope nobody sees me while doing this.” He mutters to himself as he massages her feet. They are sweaty and kinda smell since she’s up all days in these stupid company high heels, but clenching his teeth and trying to think of something else, it’s not too unbearable.
While massaging her feet and thinking of something else, Alex lets out a soft moan.
“Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop. Hng.”
Chris intensifies his massage efforts, not entirely sure why, which leads to yet another soft, sexy moan from Alex. ‘That’s probably why.’
“How did you get that good at this Chris? Your girlfriend must have been pretty stupid for breaking up wi-“ Alex seems to remember that this might a little bit too touchy right now, but the damage is done.
‘Bad news travel fast indeed. Who else knows about this? I only told Nines.’
“Just forget I said anything.” Alex says, a bit defensively from the lack of response. The following silence is so thick you could cut it.
The seconds, turn to minutes and the minutes turn to hours. This isn't what he’s getting paid for and his hand start to hurt after a while as well, and this monotone task kinda bores him, which makes his mind kind of drift off...
And by drifting off, it kinda went to the gutter. Being under the table Chris decided he might as well try and get a little peek. He crouched a little further to get a better angle. The Company’s dress code for women are see-through pantyhose during spring and summer, so that’s not the problem. The light, or lack thereof actually, from being under a table was.
Chris was just about to lean back in defeat, when suddenly he hears Alex’s voice from above: “Getting a little inquisitive down there, ey Chris? I assume a hero like yourself deserves a little reward for such a superb performance” Chris can feel blood rush to his checks from being caught.
Alex starts to pull up her skirt, just enough for him to see her panties. They’re pink and made of nylon elastane with some lace on them. And then there’s the bulge in the middle – which should not be there.
‘What?’ Chris manages to think, just as he hits a nerve with massaging her feet, and Alex lets out a soft toned moan again, making her bulge twist and grow in size.
“You are way too good at this for your own good, you know that, right?” Alex says with a sigh.
Chris wants to answer, he really does. But the surprise of the bulge makes him unable to do so.
“This shall be our little secret, okay? Unless you want to tell everyone how you obtained this information as well.” She says while pulling her skirt back down. “Anyway, you can stop now and get up again, before people start talking. I’m done. But you won’t be happy with the result.”
"This shall be our little secret okay? Unless you want to tell everyone how you obtained this information as well. Anyway", she says while pulling her skirt back down, "You can stop now and get up again, before people start talking. I'm done. But you won’t be happy with the result.
Alex pointed to one of her monitors after he’d gotten up. “Okay, we managed to recover about 16% of all the Data from the harddrives. This is not a lot, I hope you don’t get into too much trouble for this.” She said the last bit with honest sincerity in her voice.
‘Too much trouble my ass’ Chris thought ‘best case scenario I get demoted, worst case scenario its off with his head or something.’
“Anyway, I’d really value your discretion about my little secret,” Alex tells Chris, while putting a finger on his lips in a suggestive manner, “That would be better for both our sakes.”
Chris was about to ask what she meant by that, when sat slumped back into her chair and told him to go so she could get her own work gone.
Chris walks back to his own cube, trying everything to get even just a single byte of data back.
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