(Vote!) SongsTress Quest Episode 5 - Punk It Up!

(Sorry this is late this week folks, passed out pretty hard last night, my bad!)

The Story So Far...

Ideas and thoughts flicker through your mind as an allegro, quick and brisk. Images fill your imagination of what you can make of this dazed woman as she sinks into your grasp, body and mind melting to your touch. An agent, to keep you organized? A full on backup dancer, to support your act?

But when the perfect new form comes to you, everything else disappears. Yes. Yes, of course. That's what you need. Why did you consider anything else?

I don't know who you were, but then neither do you~
So let me fill your soul with what I want to be true~
You're not some silly good girl, no just miss me with that junk~~
I'll tell you what you are now bitch: A Big. Tiddy. Punk!

You feel her gasp and writhe in your arms as your song hits the hard beat. Every note sends shivers down her spine, every syllable corrupts her to your liking. Her chest pumped outwards with every word for that last line, she tore right through her dress, and oh, when you said big tiddy you clearly meant it! Hoo, look at those melons...

Ack, hold on, don't get distracted - you're not done yet!

I know you like it wild and I know you love it rough~
I know that you're beguiled and you know you're hot stuff~
I know that you're my slut, and I know that I'm your hunk~
I know just what you are now honey: My Big. Tiddy. Punk!

She moans in delight, her tongue lolling out as her hair darkens, turning from blonde to black in a seeping shimmer. It forms up into punky spikes on her head, slicked and gelled, each tip dyed red or blue. Piercings thread through her nose, her tongue, and jingle through her nipples, each one tipped by the star shape of your shades.

You're tough, you're strong, you're ready to fight~
My guard, defender, my woman of might~
You lift, you strut, you shake that trunk~
'Cuz all you'll ever be now, baby? A Big. Tiddy. PUNK!

"Huah!" She cries out as she climaxes, your rhythm slamming her brain between your notes and forcing her to squirt out anything that isn't what you made of her. Her clothing reforms around her - a pair of torn blue jeans, hugging her fat ass, a ripped black Tee that just barely fits around her boobs (It also has your winking face on the front!), and spiked bracelets around her wrists, a similar choker around her neck.

She's cooked. She's done. One Big tiddy punk, just like you ordered.

And ooh, mmn~! You had no idea! You had no idea it would feel this good to corrupt someone. To turn them, to make them yours. You are an artiste, and you are working with your best material - sluts~ God, you want some more of these, they're just so moreish!

"Mistress?" You're drawn back to reality by your slave's call. She looks at you curiously, before blushing and looking away like a tsundere. "Like, you got any orders for me?"

She stands in front of you in a casual, disrespectful slump, hands shoved in her skirt pockets, her face looking off to the side... But you can see the tension in her shoulders, the nervous flicker in her note-shaped eyes. She's hanging on your every word, your every move. This is just how a punk stands at attention.

Adorable~

[You've gained a Level 1 Punk Minion! She's intimidating, pretty decent in a fight, and tough enough to protect you while you get up to your shenanigans, at least for a little while!]

[You've leveled up your Curse of Verse: Rank 1 to Level 2! It can now affect people with a stronger will, and no longer requires weak willed humans to be mesmerized in advance!]

Your Character Sheet

So, what's next?