Chapter 37 Tiff
Irushed out of the house and helped Jason up to his feet.
The cicadas, the digital, fake ones, were still chirping as I helped him up and guided him to a wooden bench outside.
He was massive. Jason had been a big man before, but he had grown easily a head taller.
I tried not to think of my monster porn novels, but my body was stuck in sexual overdrive since the transformation.
Still, I had no desire to fuck anyone except Carter even though he made it clear he wouldn’t fuck me - he would finger me, eat me out and all that, and it was great, but still lacking.
“Jason… What happened?” I asked, trying to distract myself.
“Tiff. I-I don’t know. I was tied up. They did … awful things to me,” he grunted, holding his head.
His face was deformed. He looked like a handsome Hollywood actor wearing prosthetics to make him monstrous.
“What kind of things?” I asked nervously.
“They injected me with drugs, tied me, kept me blindfolded and shoved … they shoved things up my butt, Tiffany. Put a pump on my dick and - Wait.”
“Jason?”
“What the fuck happened with your tits? They are huge?”
“Oh, I uh…”
I saw movement, and as I looked down, I saw his cock pulsing. It was hardening, but it had too much volume. It was like watching a bouncy castle slowly fill up. I tried not to focus on it; too fucking distracting.
“I’ve been injected with stuff too,” I murmured.
I couldn’t tell him it was voluntary. Just like I couldn’t tell him, I suspected I had been one of the people shoving things up his ass. Carter said he was a bad man. Why would Carter lie to me? Was it a lie? Why didn’t he tell me it was Jason?
“Those bastards,” Jason said, getting up. “We have to get out of here.”
“W-what?”
Jason’s face warped, as if his point was self-evident. He pointed towards my breasts and the fake neighborhood around us. “We need to leave, Tiff. You know this-”
“N-no! Carter treats me well! You don’t get it.”
“Carter? Who the fuck is Carter?”
His voice twisted in impatient anger, but that seemed like a dominant emotion.
I stepped back again, a little scared, but trying to keep in mind he was my friend.
Jason. The guy who helped me get in here.
The guy who wanted to help me take down the horrible industrial farm I used to believe this was.
“The o-owner … he and I … we’re together,” I explained hesitantly
“Together? As a prisoner?”
“N-no! I mean, maybe at first, but-”
“Tiffany! This is Stockholm Syndrome. How can you not see it? Stockholm Syndrome with drugs and this farm themed prison camp.”
“N-no! Jason, I know what it looks like, b-but-”
He grabbed my shoulders. I flinched for a moment, but Jason didn’t hold me too tightly. His mismatched hand size made me slightly uncomfortable all the same.
“Listen to me. The owner? I saw him when he captured me. He killed a girl. Cold blood. With a gun.”
“That doesn’t sound like him.”
“I saw it, Tiffany,” Jason said. “He fucked her. Then he killed her.”
“You’re lying!” Tears blurred my vision.
“No! I’m not! I saw it, Tiff. With my own eyes. This blonde woman, small, huge tits like yours. Called her Jen or something.”
That gave me pause. That matched Jen’s description. There was no way Jason would know that unless he had, indeed, seen something. Had Carter had sex with Jen? Then killed her in cold blood? I froze. My heart was breaking in my chest and Jason knew it.
“Tiff, listen. You’re close to him. He trusts you. You need to get one of those access cards from him. We’ll get a couple of jumpsuits, one of those stun guns and I can fight our way out of here.”
“Jason, look at us.” I motioned to our mutated bodies. “How would we fit out there?”
“That’s for later, Tiffany. We can’t - We can’t fucking stay.”
That was easy for him to say, of course. Jason always found a way to belong. He had friends, he was handsome, and he was loved by his parents.
I was just the fat Amish freak with a skin condition. Carter was the one who loved me not despite my looks, but because of them. The one who saw me as someone to be praised, worshipped, and pleased. Yet, he wouldn’t fuck me. He apparently would fuck Jen.
Rage and jealousy lapped at my belly. Fear, too. If he was capable of killing a woman he fucked, he was able to kill me.
I took a deep breath. This illusion was nice, but maybe Jason was right. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t life.
“Fine … I’ll do it,” I said. “I’ll help you escape.”
“And you’ll come with me, right?”
That was the question. I had omitted the answer on purpose. I took a deep breath. I had to make my choice now, no matter how much it hurt.
“I’ll do it. Yes. I’ll go with you,” I whispered.
“Great. Get that card. They said I’ll live here now, so you’ll know where to find me.”
I nodded. Without any clue how I would accomplish anything he laid out.
My mind was reeling. I thought I’d finally found a happy life with real friends and people who cared, but it was just an illusion.
My first thought had been right. We were being brainwashed, being kept ignorant, used. Jason was right.
It was time to go.