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The Omega Effect. Samara. Part Three.
🕑 Added 2021-02-27 21:53:50 +0000 UTC"Yeah now you look the part!" Samara's roommate had giggled as she'd shyly stepped out into the filthy little bedroom that was their apartment. "Big fuckin' titties and a slutty little outfit is all girls like us need, right? You make more money, get cuter outfits, make even more money, and party! What more couldja want?"
Samara hadn't bothered to respond, her poor friend was too far gone to be saved. She didn't even remember whoever she'd been before, her current brainless, depraved life was all she knew. All Samara could do was hope that she escaped Omega before ending up just the same.
Her life as a whore had become easier in some ways since she'd defiled her body with her new implants. Her friend had been right, larger breasts meant she got more attention, and that did mean more money towards her shuttle ticket.
It was still too little, and came in far too slowly.
For each night she spend catering to the vile needs of Omega's worst, a third of her earnings would go to feeding herself, a further third went to her rent, and what little was left was regularly skimmed by her roommate for more drugs or operations to 'enhance' her body further into monstrously lewd proportions.
Denial had given way to bargaining, Samara no longer dwelt on the filthy acts she performed, her only concern was escaping Omega as quickly as she could, and that would require more sacrifices on her part.
She'd already stepped over the lines she'd laid down before, stepping over then again was pitifully easy. Now as she walked the familiar path to her favoured alleyway, her blue bosom inflated to twice it's former size, all she could do was pray that investing her savings in a sultry lingerie set would speed up her earnings and free her from the nightmare sooner.
She forced a smile to her potential customers and gave a coquettish wiggle of her new tits, hiding her disgust and her despair perfectly as she lured her latest playmate in for a few moments of tawdry pleasure, all at the low, low cost of her dignity...
This piece was made by the wonderful Mavruda as the third of five parts.
