The Temptation of Adam (Parts 1-27)

[fire07]

This story is just all kinds of cute and hot. I absolutely love it. I can't wait to see Steve further push Adam down the path of being his pretty little diapered sissy princess. 

[Mcraft]

On 9/1/2020 at 5:49 PM, Nomadic said:

Hello! I should have the next part up in a few days. I’m glad you’re enjoying it!!!

Super excited to see what else you've come up with!

[D503]

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[Sarah Penguin]

[BabyJessica]

Desperate for the next part of this wonderful story. When can we expect it? Us babies are annnnttttssssyyy!!!

[LuvsSissy]

@Nomadicyou've got a lot of people patiently waiting for the next chapter!!! 

[BabyJessica]

Impatiently over here ?

[Eagle0769]

I hope you are going to finish this story. I’m sure I’m not the only one waiting. 

[pantypaul69]

I like this story too but, too many times I've gotten into the story and it just completely die out. I hope it will continue but I don't hold out hope. Just my two cents. 

 

[Nomadic]

Part 6

It was odd having someone give me a bath again, but I actually started to enjoy it once I got over the awkwardness. I was trying to push any feelings like that aside, knowing that I would be experiencing awkward things regularly from this point on, so no sense in dwelling on it. 

Steve kneeled next to the tub and payed careful attention in soaping and scrubbing every part of me. He was careful not to cause too much excitement though, making sure to treat my privates delicately and without too much stimulation. The shudder my body experienced as he washed my hair was almost enough to bring me over the edge. Even without an orgasm, I exited the tub satisfied and relaxed.

Steve wrapped me in a large, soft white towel and stood me in front of the mirror where he brushed out my hair and rubbed baby lotion all over me. He wet styled my hair with a part, something I never did anymore, then fished in the drawer and pulled out a white headband with a small bow on the right side and pushed it in place. I hated to think it, but I thought it was really cute, and it kept my hair out of my face. 

“There. Perfect” He said as he smiled at my reflection from behind me. “Let’s go get you fixed up now.”

Without saying it, I knew what he meant. I knew that the new chastity cage was going on, and the freeing sensation of being able to actually achieve an erection was going away now. I guess it was nice for the 20 minutes while it lasted.

Steve led me over to the bed and sat me down, then went to his bedside table and pulled out a plain brown box. He sat it down next to me on the bed, then assumed the position took during the first chastity device application. He removed the towel from my groin and applied a small amount of lotion to his hands, then began rubbing the lotion on my cock. Without any hesitation at all, I began to get hard. Painfully hard. All of the testosterone in my body seemed to flood any receptor they could find to send the signal to my body that now was the opportunity to get off. I watched eagerly, waiting for some movement, motion, or signal that Steve would give me another hand job. I knew that it would only take a minute, only 30 or so strokes and I’d be done. I wanted so bad to reach down and just do it myself in the hopes of providing some relief, but I didn’t have the courage to do so. 

Steve finished rubbing the lotion and seemed to take no notice of my throbbing erection. It suddenly seemed smaller than before, thinner and shorter. I wasn’t sure if it actually had, or if seeing mine now that I had seen his distorted my perception.

Steve sat back a little and looked from my erection to my face for a moment. 

“Do you need help with that?” He asked with no emotion.

I felt my face go a deep crimson and nodded in affirmation. I watched with some cofusion as he stood and walked into the bathroom. I convinced myself that he was going to get different lotion, but was devistated when he returned with a cold washclost and held it over my groin. I could feel my erection begin to subside at once, deciding to retreat into the warmth of flaccidity. I could feel my heart drop once I realized that I wasn’t going to get to cum, not now and likely not soon.

Steve placed the pale pink chastity device on me exactly how he placed the last, but the cock shaped tube was noticeably smaller. The entire contraption seemed smaller, but it seemed to be softer and smoother as well. It seemed to almost contour to my body. I watched as he snapped another plastic locking tab in place and sat back to admire his new toy. 

“This one is a better size for you, and according to the reviews is better for long term wear.” He said without looking up. 

I didn’t reply, still devistated by the denial of orgasm that my body so badly wanted.

Steve stood up and collected the towel from the bed and tossed it in the hamper on the way to the set of closets in the empty nursery. I didn’t look to see which closet he entered, but figured it to be the left when he didn’t return with another pullup, much to my relief. Instead he tossed another bundle of clothes more fit for a toddler before holding out the pink and while polkadot panties and helped slide them up my legs. I stood in front of him at the edge of the bed as he worked them up and over my encased crotch and around my butt. I was amazed that they made such girly looking panties in my size, but I guess if there was a source, Steve was going to find it. 

He followed the panties with a pink and white striped dress with ruffled sleeves. Fortunatly this dress actually went down to the top of my knees, so some modesty would be maintained throughout the day. He next slipped on some white ruffled socks before standing back and admiring me. 

“You look so cute.” He said as he walked me into the bathroom and put me in front of the mirror. He was right. My hair had started drying in place behind the headband, and the dress contoured to my body. I really looked like a pretty little girl. I was both embarrased and proud of my new outward apperance. 

“I bet if we did a little bit of hair and makeup work, you’d be totally passable in public dressed like this.” He teased as he tickled at my collarbone from behind. 

I laughed, but felt apprhension that he was being somewhat serious. 

“Alright, so it’s almost noon and there’s quite a bit that I need to do before our guests arrive.” He started before seeing the concern on my face in the mirror. “If you join us, you can change well before they arrive. Don’t worry, I told you I wouldn’t make you wear anything you weren’t comfortable in.”

I sighed relief at this and gave a faint smile. 

“So what do we need to do?” I asked.

"You don't need to do anything. I need to make some phone calls to make sure the caterer and the cleaner are going to be on time. Why don't you go pick out a movie or something." He said, dismissive to my implied offer of help. 

Steve escorted me to the theater room and waited for me to pick out a movie. I had selected 'V for Vendetta' and handed it over to him to help with the DVD player, but he told me that wasn't an appropriate movie and decided on 'Toy Story 4' instead. 

I curled up on the couch as the movie started and took notice of how difficult it was to sit in a dress without exposing myself, something I never really considered. I guess mainly because I wanted catch that peek when girls my age didn't quite cover up enough. I stared at the screen for the first quarter of the movie without paying any attention at all. I thought about the people coming over tonight, and I thought about Steve's comments via text the other day about them being a group. I hadn't thought much about it since then, but knowing that I would meet them tonight had me fixated on knowing. 

I got up from the couch, unconsciously straightened my dress to keep my modesty in check, and made my way to the source of Steve's voice. I walked past the master bedroom and stood at the door of a room I'd not yet seen. The door was closed and I could hear Steve conversing on the other side. When it became clear that the conversation had ended, I lightly rapped on the heavy wooden door. A moment later, Steve opened it with a smile. 

"Movie that boring, huh?" He asked as he put a large hand on my shoulder and led me into the massive office. 

It was covered with dark wood bookshelves, and a desk that looked like it belonged in Buckingham Palace. I could see what had to have been thousands on books all arranged neatly with titles like 'Criminal Law and its Process, Edition 6' and 'On Liberty' embossed on their ornate spines. 

On the lefthand desktop of the "L" shaped desk were three large monitors filled with webpages and spreadsheets, but one of the monitors stood out from the others because of it's bright colors and a picture of the dress that Steve had put me in this morning. Across the top of the site was "Our Little Secret Society" in blue letters. 

"What's that?" I asked while looking at the monitor. 

Steve took a seat in the high back leather executive chair, then pulled me onto his lap. I hadn't sat on someones lap in years, but it was an oddly comforting feeling. I was sort of thankful that my smaller size coupled with his larger size allowed for this. 

"The group I told you about, this is it." He said as he moved the mouse over to the monitor.

He clicked on the header and returned the site back to the home page. There weren't any pictures on the landing page, we were instead greeted by a wall of text that looked like gibberish to me. It looked like it was in Latin or something. The page was filled with the same repetitive paragraph over and over. Steve navigated about halfway down the page and moved the mouse over one of the paragraphs. I could see as his mouse moved over the words that each word was a different hyperlink. There had to have been thousands of links on the page. He hovered over the word 'pallium' in the middle of a paragraph in the middle of the page and clicked. The text on the page disappeared and a simple login page took its place. Steve entered a username that seemed to be nonsensical, at least 20 random characters. A password of equal length and complexity was entered, then with a flash, he was at the home screen. 

There were a few pictures, none of people that were identifiable, but all dressed similar to I was now. Along the left side of the screen was a menu bar with links for shopping, activities, directory, rules and regulations, and conference. 

"What is all this?" I asked, looking curiously at the page. 

"This is how we all keep in touch, where I get your clothes, where we arrange our meetings... that kind of stuff. I can't show you much more yet, but we can look through the shop if you want." He responded as he navigated to the shopping tab.

The page filled with thumbnails that looked like they had been pulled from a department store. A few filters at the top asked for gender, age, and size. Steve filtered to female, preschool, and small. Once the page followed his instructions, we were looking at dozens of thumbnails for clothes that looked exactly like the clothes that Steve had in the closet. 

"Where do you all find this stuff?" I asked, curious if they actually made these types of clothes in sized large enough for someone like me.

"Well, the society has contracts with a few companies. We send them what we want, and they deconstruct it and remake it in whatever size we ask for as an exact replica, but to your proportions. The dress you're wearing would be indistinguishable from one off the rack at Catamini or Baby Gap." He said as he clicked through the options on the screen. 

"How many people are in this group?" I asked, mesmerized by the amount of options scrolling by on the screen. 

"Well, its broken up into Seniors and Juniors. Only 15 Seniors can be in the group at once, unless they're part of a Senior couple. Each Senior is only allowed one Junior. We're currently at capacity. What's cool is we're from all over America. Mark is the current chairman of the group, he and his wife Alice are going to be over tonight with Molly, she's their Junior."

I started getting nervous that I was getting into something much bigger than I had realized and wondered if this was a good idea. This was going well beyond what I thought I had with Steve. I was just wanting to have fun, but this seemed like something else entirely. 

"You don't have to be a part of it, not yet and not if you don't want too." He said seeming to read my mind. 

"It's just... a lot, I guess." I stammered back.

"I know it is, baby. But it's a good group of people and we happen to have similar interests is all. There is nothing bad or illegal or anything like that." He said as he closed down the web page. "My ask is that you don't worry about any of that for now. If we ever get to that point, I'll go over everything in detail."

"Okay." I said, still very much worried about being a part of some secret perverted society that wants to put me in dresses. 

Steve gently pushed me from his lap and into a standing position in front of him, still facing the desk. 

"Oops, your panties are showing." He said with a chuckle as he smoothed out the back of my dress to cover me back up.

I moved around to the other side of the desk and took a seat in the plush chair opposite his. Steve's phone vibrated on the desktop as I opened my mouth to speak, but he held up his index finger to me, causing my mouth to close back. 

"Hi, Jacob, what's up buddy..." He started. "...oh, no. Well that's too bad. Are you still going to make it? ...okay, good... ...yep, still at six... ...awesome, we'll see you then. Bye, buddy."

He looked at me and apologized for the interruption and explained that Jacob's Junior wasn't going to make it because of a death in the family, so it would just be Molly and I tonight. I nodded, unsure of what that meant, and if I needed to care. I still wasn't convinced I would join, so Molly may be on her own. 

"Go finish up your movie, babe. I've got some more stuff I need to knock out before everyone gets here, okay?" Steve said after a moment. 

"Oh, yeah... okay." I replied, feeling like an inconvenience. "I think I may just take a nap, if that's okay?"

"Of course, make yourself at home." He replied back as he turned the leather chair back to the computer and started typing into a massive spreadsheet. 

I closed the office door as I exited and made my way back to the master bedroom. I used the restroom and was exceptionally careful to make sure I was clean and dry before pulling my underwear back up. I slipped the dress over my head and hung it from a hook on the back of the bathroom door and placed the headband on the counter, opting to nap in just the polkadot panties, then grabbed my phone and played a few games in bed before deciding to doze off. 

"Hey, sweetie. You need to get up now." I heard from what seemed like miles away, gentle shakes accompanied the far off voice. My eyes shot open, confused and disoriented at the interruption to my REM cycle. It clicked after a second and I met Steve's gaze as he pulled the blankets back. The cool air hit my skin and knocked my daze away. 

"Well that's a nice sight." He said as he eyed my exposed body clad only in panties. 

"What time is it?" I asked, blushing at his comment. 

"5:30. Everyone is going to be here soon." He replied.

I shot up, panicking that they would see me like this. I searched the room for clothes or somewhere to hide.

"Don't worry, here. I've got your stuff ready right here." He said as he sat my jeans and button up shirt on the bed beside me.

A wave of relief washed over me that I could get dressed in my own clothes. I grabbed at the pile and shook out my jeans.

"I need my underwear." I said flipping over the shirt to see if they were included in the pile. 

"Don't worry about it, just wear what you have on. Nobody is gonna see them, and I'll like knowing that you're still my little princess under your boy clothes." Steve said with a smile as he took the jeans from me and started dressing me in them. 

"What? No. I can't. I don't want to wear panties around them. What if they see?" I protested as I tried to pull my foot from the leg of the jeans. 

"Don't be silly, you'll be fine." Steve said sternly as he grabbed my foot, keeping me from retracting it out of the jeans. 

I felt a quick moment of panic, then allowed Steve to continue dressing me. He pulled me into a standing position and worked the jeans up to my torso, covering the childish panties from view. He then helped me with the shirt and socks before patting at my hair to get the bedhead to subside. 

"There, nobody will know a thing." He said as he stood up and looked over me. "Alright, go brush your teeth and potty, then come to the kitchen." 

He playfully spanked me as he turned to the door and exited the room. 

A few moments later, I arrived in the kitchen and was amazed at the spread of food that was laid out on the island and buffet table near the window. I could see doors opening to the formal dining room, and heard clanking and talking as the hired caterer and chef set the table for the meal. It smelled absolutely amazing. 

"Wow, what are they making?" I asked Steve as he stood at the counter peeling back the foil from a bottle of wine. 

He didn't respond, but nodded to a piece of paper sitting next to me. I picked it up and read over the menu for dinner. My eyes crossed a bit, not having a clue what some of the items were... Hamachi Crudo with red beets and watercress... Lobster medallions with compressed watermelon and heirloom tomatoes... Pork loin and belly with poached oysters. I eyed over the five courses and their accoutrements and wondered how much this was costing per plate. I didn't dare ask.

"Steven, hello!" An unfamiliar voice bellowed from the hallway. My eyes shot up to see a man in is 50s standing there with a large grin on his face. He was muscular, but looked like an accountant more than anything. 

"Hi, Mark. You're early, as usual." Steve replied, setting the bottle of wine down and walking toward the man to shake his hand. They both shook hands for what seemed like an excessive time and smiled broadly as they welcomed each other. 

"Where's Alice and Molly?" Steve asked, peering into the hallway. 

"You know girls, they'll be along in a moment." Mark said dismissively and walked into the kitchen. 

I knew at that moment that my option to hide for the dinner party had passed. I wanted to just sink into the floor to keep from having to meet these people, but that wasn't an option as Mark's eyes locked with mine and a smile formed on his lips. He bounded my direction.

"Well, what do we have here? You're more handsome that I could have imagined." He nearly yelled as he closed the distance between us. I extended my hand to shake it, but he paid no attention and embraced me in a hug. My eyes widened as I looked to Steve for help. He made an awkward "sorry" face, then turned away to keep from laughing. After a moment, Mark broke the hug and asked how I was enjoying the day so far. 

"It's good, I'm fine." I replied back awkwardly. 

"Hello, Steven!" I heard a high-pitched female voice say from the hallway. My eyes looked over to see a very well dressed woman that was likely in her mid-30s, but was trying very hard to look younger, embrace Steve in a formal hug with no body contact. 

"Alice, how are you?" Steve asked as he returned the hug.

"Hi, Molly." Steve said looking down the hallway. 

"Hi, Steve." I heard a soft girls voice say.

I was dumbfounded at the girl that walked around the corner at that moment. She was incredibly cute, I don't know why I didn't expect it, but I didn't. She was short, maybe 5' tall with shoes on. She had brown hair pulled back in a ponytail tied with a white ribbon, and big brown eyes. She was thin, but looked more athletic than skinny. She had a tanned complexion, and very faint freckles on her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. I was instantly mortified to be here. I didn't want her to see me, or know anything about me. She would know instantly that I was Steve's... whatever I was and it was for some reason so much worse for her to know that than it was for Mark or Alice. 

I stood in silence leaning against the island and pretended to read over the menu again and again. I could see from the corner of my eye that Alice and Molly were heading in my direction, Molly's hand being pulled lightly by Alice. 

"Hello there, dear. How are you. We're so happy to have you join us." Alice said as she dropped Molly's hand and gave me the same formal hug she had given Steve.

"Uh, hi. I'm fine, thanks." I stammered doing everything I could to not look in Molly's direction. 

My defense didn't last long, as soon as Alice broke the hug, she pulled Molly over by the shoulder and made her introduce herself. I could see the blush on her face rise as we came together in a very awkward hand shake.

This close, I could see that Molly was wearing light makeup and lipgloss, and that she smelled like strawberries. She was wearing a gray dress with white tights and a navy peacoat overtop of it, now unbuttoned. She slid the jacket off of her and down her arms before pulling it in front of her chest. Steve collected the coats and ushered us all to the formal living room down the hall for hors d'oeuvres and wine. 

"Jacob will be here in a few minutes." Steve said as he poured five wine glasses and distributed them around the room. We all sat on the couches facing the center of the room, and Mark, Steve, and Alice began talking about work and finances. 

I could see Molly sitting to Alice's right side looking around the room, lightly sipping on the glass of red wine. I took a few large drinks of mine hoping that it would help ease some of the nerves. I looked over at Steve next to me as he looked at me and winked. I blushed lightly and tried to direct my attention elsewhere. 

I had a hard time rationalizing in my mind what was going on. Here I was fawning over Steve, doing any and every thing he tells me to do, literally shaking on my knees earlier today because his cock was in my face and I wanted it closer, but now I was so shy in front of Molly because of how cute she was and how much I wanted to impress her. I could feel a crush beginning to form, but had to remind myself that I was currently wearing a chastity device that Steve put me in, beneath panties that Steve put me in. 

"Hello?" A voice called from the hall.

"We're in here!" Steve yelled back to the source of the voice. 

A man rounded the corner and grinned as he saw the group.

Everyone greeted Jacob as he entered the room. Jacob was around Steve's age, but was the size of an NFL linebacker. He circled the room shaking hands with Steve and Mark, then gave a formal hug to Alice, then a tight hug to Molly. I extended my hand to shake his, but I was instead lifted and embraced in a tight hug as well. 

Jacob sat to Steve's other side and thanked everyone for inviting him. He expressed condolances that Hunter, his Junior, was unable to attend due to the death in the family. 

"Yeah, damn shame. He's headed up to Maine for a week or so. Damn shame." Jacob said as he collected a glass of wine from the caterer. 

"Well, I guess since we're all here and it's now 6, we can eat." Steve said as he stood, then extended his hand to me and pulled me next to him. 

We all moved to the formal dining room and took our chairs, Steve at the head of the table, me on his right. Jacob was to my right, then Mark at the other end. Next to him was Alice, then Molly sitting directly across from me. 

Wine glasses were refilled by the caterer, then the first course of soup was served. It was a cold soup that was amazing, sweet and somewhat spicy. Conversations roared up again before the remaining courses were served. Molly and I remained quiet throughout the meal, not having much input on current economic conditions, and being largely ignored by the group. 

After dessert was served, and I had downed two full glasses of wine, Mark asked for everyone's attention. 

"So, I have some great news." He started as he reached into his pocket and removed an envelope. "There is a larger market for sustainable bottled water packaged in cardboard and sold at half the cost of normal bottled water. Evidently putting some faith in the brand power of a celebrity has paid off well, and our startup investment has been repaid." 

Mark opened the envelope and removed two checks and slid them over to Steve and Jacob. I tried not to pry, but I could see on the check payable to Steve that the amount started with a '$3,' and had more numbers than a check for $3,000. I tried to hide my shock in a check worth millions of dollars and downed the last gulp of wine in my glass. Who were these people? 

“Molly, why don’t you take Adam and go watch some television... we have some official business to discuss now.” Mark said with a smile as he stared at me. 

Without a word, Molly stood from her seat and placed her napkin on her plate, then locked eyes with me and nodded to the door. Confused, I placed my napkin down and followed. 

She walked a few steps ahead of me to the theater room, then turned and ushered me into the room before closing the door behind us. The lights were off, but after a moment of fumbling, the bright LEDs lit the room. 

“I really hate these get togethers.” She said as she rounded the couch and plopped down.

“Oh. Are there a lot of these?” I asked, a little caught off guard.

“Yeah, but most of the time I’m the only little here so I get excused by myself and end up sitting here alone.” She replied staring blankly at the black TV screen.

“So why do you come to them?” I asked, rounding the couch and taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch.

She pulled her knees together, then turned to me on the couch while straightening her dress. I could tell she was studying me trying to make a determination if she could speak freely or not. 

“It’s expected.” She said after a long moment. 

I looked away and slowly nodded my head, a bit disturbed by her answer. I could hear her take a breath, trying to come up with what to say next, but she sighed and looked back at the dark TV.

“So how long have you... uh... been...” I started awkwardly, the wine giving me a bit more courage.

“Well that’s quite the story.” She laughed and stopped my rambling question.

“It sounds like we’ve got time.” I replied.

“Yeah, I guess we do.” She started, but paused. “Has Steve told you anything about our group?”

“Not too much, only super generic information, really.” I answered truthfully.

I could tell she was getting more and more nervous by the moment.

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want. We can sit here quietly, if you’d rather.” I added after waiting for her to speak for a moment. 

“It’s okay, the wine is doing the talking now.” She started with a sigh. “Mark and Alice are great, don’t get me wrong. I’ve known them for a while now and they’ve taken really good care of me. I guess the thing about it... and I don’t think they do it on purpose... but after a little while it’s really hard to walk away. This starts to consume your life.”

She was fidgiting with her dress, her hair, and starting to bite her nails. I could tell that whatever she wanted to say was really hard to bring up.

“What exactly consumes your life about this? What do you mean?” I prodded.

“So I had this friend last year at school... we were both from families that were struggling big time with money. My dad was on disability and drank a ton, and my mom had left us when I was in middle school. So, this friend, came into class one day with a new phone. Then with new earrings. It seemed like each time I saw her, she had something else new and expensive. Eventually she told me that some guy was buying all of this stuff for her. I was surprised becasue to me it seemed like prostitution, and she didn’t seem like she would do that, but she told me that she’d never even had sex with him. He was just some rich guy that liked her.” She said.

I could see her starting to become more animated in her conversation, and she was finally looking me in the eyes.

“I asked her how she met him and she gave me the name of some woman that was some type of matchmaker that another one of her friends gave her. I didn’t do anything with it for a long time, but then my dad had a stroke and died.” She continued, tears now forming in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Molly.” I said trying to add some comfort to the conversation.

“No, it’s okay. In a weird way it was good. He was suffering and I know he isn’t anymore. It’s better that he isn’t in pain anymore. But thank you.” She replied. 

I could see her body begin to relax, she no longer had her arms crossed over her chest, but was now leaning sideways against the back of the couch.

“So after that, and after I realized that my dad didn’t have any life inurance, I decided to text the number. The lady that called me back was nice, she asked all kinds of personal questions though... about my body, my sex life, what my limits were... things I’d never even thought about, you know? So I didn’t hear anything for like a week, but then she called me back and said she has someone that’s interested, but that it was a couple. I said I wasn’t interested in being with a couple, but she said it would be different, but wouldn’t elaborate how. I figured what the hell, so I said I would meet them.” She went on.

“So you just met them? Just like that?” I asked, very curious.

“Well, yes and no. Yes, I did just meet them, but the lady from the match making company sent someone with me, like a body guard or something. He sat a few booths away, but could see me and told me to throw a signal if felt uncomfortable. So I get to this really nice restaurant and there they were. They were different than I thought they would be, more attractive, fortunately. And very, very well dressed. They introduced themselves and sort of described what they were looking for. It sounded interesting, and what was cool was it wasn’t this sex dungeon stuff that I’d read about online. It was weird, they said they wanted someone that was more like a daughter than anything else, except there may be some sexual stuff from time to time. In return, they would pay for my school, provide room and board, give me an allowance, and would put money in an account that I could access after we decided to part ways. I guess I jumped at the opportunity.” She said with a smile.

“So you’ve liked it so far?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s been super weird, but I’ve enjoyed myself.” She replied as she shifted her position again, now sitting indian style on the couch facing me.

“What’s been weird?” I prodded.

“I mean, I don’t really want to go into details... we just met.” She said with a deep blush.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to get too personal.” I responded quickly.

“No, no... it’s fine. I guess you’re gonna find out about all of it soon anyways. Not like there are any secrets here, I just kind of don’t want to talk about it, if that’s okay.” She said, seeming apoligetic.

“Yeah, no... that’s totally fine.” I said in an attempt to reassure her.

“So, what about you? How’d you end up here?” She asked, again shifting her position.

“Well, I guess it’s kind of similar to you. I was in a bad place, but instead of a match maker, we met on Craigslist, as bad as that sounds.” I laughed awkwardly.

“When did you come out?” She asked.

“Come out where” I responded, confused by her question.

“...umm. As gay.” She responded, confused by my confusion.

“Oh, I’m not gay.” I responded quickly, not realizing how dumb of a response that was.

“You... huh?” She said after a moment. “Then what are you doing with Steve?”

“Oh. I guess I’m... exploring? I don’t know... it was kind of sudden.” I responded embarssed at my lack of commitment. 

“Oh.” Was all she replied.

We were both startled by the latch to the door snapping open, both of us turning our gaze to the opening door. 

“You all alright in here?” Steve asked as he poked his head in. 

“Yeah, all good.” Molly replied.

“Molly, come on sweetie. Let’s change.” Alice said as she rounded Steve’s large frame, emerging through the door. 

I could see Molly’s face turn red as she stood from her spot and made her way to the door to meet Alice. It seemed odd, like she was avoiding eye contact with me at all costs.

Steve made his way in the rest of the way and stood near the back of the couch.

“Sorry about asking you all to leave. Sometimes we have to talk about finances and it’s stuff you all wouldn’t have any interest in.” He said apoligetically. 

“Oh, no problem. It’s fine. We struck up a conversation, so...” I started.

“If she told you anything that makes you nervous, just remember that experiences differ, and I’m not Mark. Okay?” He said quickly in reply.

“No, no. It was nothing bad.” I added. 

“Okay, good. Sorry if this isn’t very much fun for you, I was hoping it would be a little more interactive, but Mark and Alice keep bringing up serious stuff. The good news is I think they’ll all be gone pretty early.” He said with a wink. 

“Oh, okay. Nice.” I said giving a wink back. 

Steve leaned down and kissed my forehead lightly, then tugged at the waistband of my jeans, exposing the top of the polkadot panties, then grabbed at my crotch and shook the chastity cage lightly.

“Daddy’s little princess.” He said quietly, then stood.

Steve tussled at my hair, then walked out leaving me alone in the room. I sat for a moment and wondered again just what in the hell I was getting myself into, and who all of these people were. A moment later, Molly walked back in the room and resumed her spot on the couch.

“Oh, I thought you were changing.” I said, noticing that she was wearing the same clothes she left in.

“Oh, uh... no.” She replied awkwardly, looking away.

She sat and stayed silent for a moment, I could tell something seemed off with her, at least compared to when she left the room. I decided against asking a direct question about it.

“So... who are these people, exactly? I’m pretty sure they just exchanged a check worth millions of dollars and nobody batted an eyelash about it. Neither Steve nor Jacob even cracked a smile at it.” I asked, hoping that wasnt a taboo subject to bring up.

She seemed to ponder my question for a moment, trying to select the right response. 

“Have you ever been to the Eastport Building downtown? Or the Stonerise Center? Midtown Mall? Shopped at a Coopers Car Dealership?” She asked as she raised her fingers, counting each as she said them.

“Yeah, probably.” I responded, wondering where she was going with it. 

“Guess who owns all of that real estate.” She said with a smirk.

“No way! I thought that was the people from the commericals.” I responded surprised. 

“Nope. When you have a lot of money, you don’t want to be the face of anything. Mark and Alice do everything they can to stay out of the spotlight. Even at big charity events, they enter through back doors, have private tables, and turn down speaking engagements. Everybody in this group is the same. Stay off of the radar, pay people to do your bidding.” She answered.

“Wow. Damn.” I said, still in disbelief.

“Yeah, welcome to the sex and fetish club of the super rich and reclusive.” She smirked back.

I took a deep breath and looked around the elaborate room again, wondering just what in the hell I have gotten myself into. 

 

[kerry]

This already excellent story just got even better. ?

[Sarah Penguin]

[BabyJessica]

Yay! Welcome back. I love all the little indications that the two princesses are younger than they’re acting. Was Molly stinky or just wet? Time will tell. Give us more soon, @Nomadic! We’re on the edge of our seats. Thank you so much!!

[Mcraft]

Oh my gosh a new chapter! I had almost given up hope, and what a great chapter it was! Fantastic, Nomad. Super excited to see more!

[Wysteria]

This is exceptionally written, and it's great to see something with slower, more character-focused pace . Looking forward to the next chapter already!

[pantypaul69]

I'm just glad to see it back, I was just thinking about this story and here it is.  Thanks for continuing, I really like it.

[Eagle0769]

Not sure you're going to like this question but "is Adam sill a virgin"?

I really like this story and am very happy it is back.

[Sybaris]

This is excellent! I enjoyed when you started it in DB and you've made it even better now. The elite ageplay cult mystery is great and the relationship between Steve and Adam is delightful. Very excited for Adam to be in a similar position to Molly before he knows it! I chuckled at:

"Oh, I thought you were changing.”

[BabyJessica]

Ahh, so this IS the Being With Steve story I loved so much on DB. It had so many similarities but was also different in some respects. I love both stories, and recently realized it had disappeared from DB. Womp womp. Glad it’s still here (and don’t be shy reposting that other version on DB!)

[Nomadic]

Part 7

 

“Hey, you okay?” I heard her voice distantly say.

“Huh? Yeah, fine.” I said as I broke my trance from the black TV screen and brought my gaze to meet Molly’s, now looking at me with a concerned look. “This is all just a lot to process, I guess.”

“Yeah, I know. But don’t get me wrong, they’re all nice people... Steve most of all.” She said in an attempt to reassure me. 

I smiled faintly at that comment and reflected at how kindly he had treated me so far, easing some of my nerves. I could see Molly’s concern fade as she took notice of the small smile I gave her and she forced a smile back at me. 

“So if you had it to do all over again, would you still be here?” I asked after a silent moment.

She paused, looking perplexed by the question before her face firmed and she nodded.

“Yeah, I’d do it again. Don’t get me wrong... all of this is weird as shit, and I never saw myself doing something like this. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would essentially be treated like a toddler by a secretive millionaire couple, but here we are, I guess. I’m not homeless, I’m not starving, and I’m safe so I guess it isn’t all bad.” She replied with a small laugh.

We sat in silence for a moment, seeming to both reflect on our pasts, presents, and the odd things likely to come soon. I could see Molly fidget with the hem of her dress and bite lightly at her bottom lip before taking a deep breath to begin speaking, the nerves audible in her voice.

“So I’m not sure if all of this is going to run you off or not, but I suspect not. Since we’ll likely be spending more time together, just know that it’ll probably be super awkward for both of us.” She quickly rambled while staring at her feet. “I guess just don’t make it any more awkward than it has to be. Not everything that I do... or we do... is by something we’d necessarily like, so don’t look at me like I’m some sort of freak or weirdo or basket case or slut or something. I’m not, you know.”

“I... uh... of course not.” I stammered, somewhat surprised.

“Okay, good. It’s just that we’ll probably know shit about each other that we wouldn’t tell our closest friends and we hardly know each other.” She added quickly.

“For sure. Our secrets are safe with each other. No judgement passed either direction, cool?” I answered back trying to sound reassuring, but with panic in my mind that she would find out more about Steve and I.

We sat mostly in silence for another 10 minutes or so before the door to the theater room slowly opened, drawing a draft of cool air into the room. I turned back to see Steve walk in with a smile on his face.

“You all doing alright in here? Molly, I think you all are headed out now if you want to grab your coat.” He said without waiting for an answer to his first question.

Without speaking, Molly stood from the couch and straightened her dress down and turned to exit the room with the smallest of smiles on her face, but avoided eye contact with both of us.

Steve paused to watch her exit the room and turn toward the foyer, then waved at Mark as he followed behind. Steve turned to sit on the couch next to me, but didn’t speak until he heard the audible click of the front door latch closing, signifying the departure of all of his guests.

“She seemed a bit off when she left... everything alright?” He asked as he reached his hand out and laid it on my right thigh.

“Oh, uh - yeah. She’s fine.” I replied back with a bit of hesitation, of which was not lost on him.

“Remember what I said earlier. I’m not Mark, and you aren’t Molly.” He said in an attempt to reassure me.

“I know...” I started, but paused as I tried to find the right words to express some of the anxiety I was holding back.

“Can I ask you a serious question? You can take your time to think about it.” Steve said after a moment of awkward air time between us.

I nodded my head and turned my gaze to him, and couldn’t help but smile when I saw his reassuring face looking down at me.

“Do you want this to go anywhere else or would you rather not keep going?” He asked in a sincere tone.

I was almost lost on his question and felt bad that he even had to ask me. 

“Oh, no it’s not that. Molly had said something about doing things we wouldn’t like and being embarrassed about it... I guess that shook me a bit.” I replied back, coming clean.

“Oh. Well, I guess I’ll say this... I’ll push you to things you’ve never thought about doing, but I’ll never do anything to hurt you, nor will I do anything that anyone you don’t want to find out about would find out about. Is that fair?” He said as he lightly massaged my thigh.

“Yeah, that’s fair, I guess.” I started. “I just can’t imagine being okay with anyone else knowing, if that makes sense. Like, I’m not ashamed of a few people thinking we’re like together or anything, they all seem pretty cool with that, but some of the stuff we’re doing, or have done... I wouldn’t want anyone to know that kind of stuff... you know? It’s...”

“I know, sweetie. The only thing I have to warn is Mark will know when I order stuff from the site, but you have my word that unless you say otherwise, I won’t talk about it, I won’t show them anything, and I won’t put you in a position to be found out. Deal?” He interjected. 

I paused for a moment with a sinking realization that Mark likely knew I was either wearing, or had worn, the clothes that Steve had purchased from the site. I tried to push that to the back of my mind understanding that if he thought it was weird, he wouldn’t be on the site... or the leader of the group.

“Yeah, I guess so. Yeah.” I said with more confidence than I thought I could give, and gave a warm smile as I placed my hand on top of his hand, still massaging my thigh. 

“Excellent. So I’m not sure about you since you had a nap and all, but it’s nearly 11 and I’m exhausted. Are you opposed to getting some sleep?” He asked.

“Honestly, after the alcohol and meeting everyone... sleep sounds wonderful.” I replied back.

Without another word, Steve stood from the couch and grabbed my hand to pull me up into a standing position before hugging me tight and kissing my forehead. I thought about turning my face up to kiss him back but chickened out and before I knew it, the moment was over.

I was very surprised when Steve lightly spun me to the side, bent down, and easily lifted me up and carried me out of the room like a bride being carried across the threshold. I wrapped my arms around his neck, less for romance and more because I hadn’t been carried in years and didn’t want to be dropped, as he carried me back to the bedroom before playfully tossing me onto the bed.

“I’m gonna go lock up. Why don’t you go use the potty and brush your teeth for bed.” He said as he messed my hair and turned to exit the room.

I laid there for a moment and marveled at how easily he carried me, and how weird it was to be so small in his arms before rolling off of the bed. I made my way into the bathroom and did my business, carefully cleaning so the polkadot panties would stay dry, then brushed my teeth.

I saw the closed light on as I walked from the bathroom and could see the long shadow of Steve as he gathered items. I approached the bed and sat on the edge, knowing that my undressing and dressing was about to happen. 

I turned to the door as the light flipped off and displayed no surprise at the contents of the bundle in Steve’s hand. 

He approached me and tossed the clothes to my side as he positioned himself in front of me and started to slide my shirt off. I went passive and let him undress me down to the underwear, somewhat surprised that I didn’t have the same level of shame or guilt that I felt before. He stepped back to admire my appearance, only clad in the girlish underwear with the small, but obvious, chastity cage stretching at the crotch. I could feel his stare drive deep into my soul and wondered what exactly he was thinking as he looked at my like prey. I felt so open and vulnerable, but confident as I now truly believed him when he said he liked me just like this... this version of me. 

"Up." He nearly commanded after another moment of looking over my petite body. 

I followed his instruction and stood from my spot on the edge of the bed, now only a few inches away from him. I could feel the heat radiating from his body before he took a small step back and knelt in place. His hands slowly moved up my smooth legs until they met the underwear. Without pause he tugged down and left me naked in front of him, only the pink chastity cage beaconing from my groin. He slowly pulled the panties out from under my feet before tossing them to the bed behind me, then ran his hands back up my legs and very lightly teased at my scrotum. For the first time since placing me in the smaller cage, I could feel myself try and get hard. While before I was able to become very slightly erect, the new confines limited even that. I could feel the device apply immediate pressure against me the instant I tried to grow. 

"I'm so glad I found you." He said faintly as he pulled his hand slowly away from me before reaching behind and grabbing the bundle. 

The items he grabbed were white, and appeared to be seersucker fabric. I felt my face blush as I noticed that there was another pink and white goodnite in the mix. He pulled at the waistband to open it up and placed it at my feet. 

"Do I have to do that again? There weren't any accidents." I said with measurable embarrassment. 

"Yes, you do. I'll put you in them when I decide, not when you decide." He said gently, but very matter-of-factly. 

I lifted my feet carefully as he slid the goodnite over them, then up into position. I didn't like that this was becoming a thing, and had assumed that the first one was more of a rarity than a theme. 

He pulled a pair of white, loose fitting shorts up next and settled them into place which gave me some sense of modesty from the gaze of Ariel on the pull-up. The shorts were adorned with lace and bows and barely covered any more of me than the underwear did before, but I was happy to have them none-the-less. 

He then took the top and slid it over my head and down my torso. This top matched the shorts in fabric and decoration, held on my shoulders by thin spaghetti straps. Even with the pull-up beneath, this was the most grown-up thing Steve had dressed me in thus far. 

He leaned back on his heels as he met my eyes, his hunger evident. I could feel myself blush as his intense look made divert my eyes down. I looked down at my body and realized how well the pajamas formed to me, and how you could see the very slight outline of the pink and white Goodnite beneath. 

"You look so damn cute, it's hard to hold back." He said in a deep, gruff voice. 

I bit lightly at my lower lip as the surge of lust flowed through my body, my long drought from release now boiling up. The chastity cage was uncomfortable now as my body tried as hard as it could to push as much blood into my cock as possible, but the resistance being too great to achieve anything. I wanted more than anything to cum again. I wanted him to take this damn thing off of me and give me relief.

"I don't want to hold back." I said in a shaky voice as I brought my eyes up to meet his. 

"What do you want, baby?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"I want you to let me out so I can cum, daddy." I said, trying to pout. 

I could see his eyes shift a bit, almost as if the lust we were both sharing had vacated the moment.

He reached up and gently grabbed at the chastity cage causing a shiver to run up my body, now flushed with excitement of getting my release. 

"Do you know why you're in this?" He said in a somewhat stern voice.

I paused for a moment as I tried to figure out if this was his way of advancing the sexual tension, or if I had said something he didn't care for. After a moment, I began to suspect the latter. 

"So I don't touch myself?" I stammered.

"No, baby. No, that isn't the only reason why. I put you in this because you need to learn a valuable lesson. Do you know what that lesson is?" He asked as he moved his hand from my crotch to my chin, pulling my gaze to meet his. 

I gave an almost imperceptible shake of my head, followed by a voiceless "No".

"Your sexual pleasure won't be from getting the cage off. Your orgasms won't be from getting stroked, or really from any contact with your little cock. Your sexual pleasure will be from giving sexual pleasure, and eventually that alone will be enough to make you cum. You're in this to learn and understand your place in this relationship if you want to move forward, and I know that soon enough you will. Do you understand?" He said firmly, his eyes locked intently on mine.

His words scared me, it was the most dominant I had seen him yet. Any question I had of how things were had been answered, and I hated myself for it, but it excited me. Before this moment, Steve had been a great guy that had a fetish, but in that moment I knew that this was more than that. I was more than just someone he would play dress up with, I was his submissive. I could feel everything change... before I had called him daddy because I assumed that's what he liked, but now I would call him that because that's what he was. 

"Yes, sir. I understand." I forced out as I felt my eyes begin to glisten. 

"Good, I knew you would." He said as he removed his grip from my chin. 

I could see that fire and intensity begin to fade back out of him, now being replaced with the gentle look I had become familiar with. I stood still, not knowing what to do at that moment. I could feel that desire in me growing even more, his words and actions having an effect on me that I didn't expect. The glistening in my eyes increased, and soon I had to blink away the tears to see clearly. I felt a single drop run down my cheek and quickly brushed it away with the back of my hand. 

Steve's face gave way to remorse and regret at the sight of my watering eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but for a second it didn't seem like his words would form into what would no doubt be an apology, but before he could get the words out I pushed my lips to his, sealing my consent to proceed. 

I pulled my face away from his after a few seconds, hoping that he would realize that I wasn't sad or upset with him, just overwhelmed with emotion and hormones. 

A smile formed on his lips causing one to form on mine. He didn't speak, but stood in front of me and pulled me in for a tight hug that nearly lifted me from the floor. 

"I'm so glad I found you." He whispered again.

"Me too." I whispered back. 

I could feel his erection pressing firmly against my belly as he held me close. With the pressure of the hug, I could feel it throb softly against me. 

"I think I still want too." I said so softly I wasn't sure he could hear as I tried to carefully slide my hand from his back to the pulsing against my belly. 

He broke the hug away and brought his hand against my face, his thumb gently caressing my cheek.

"No, baby. You aren't ready yet. We'll both know when you are." He replied. 

"But I want to help." I pleaded shyly, nearly mortified that I was almost begging him at this point. 

He paused for a second before removing his hand from my face. I could feel him brush lightly against my torso as he moved his hand down to his crotch. Once there, I felt the full pressure of his cock against my belly, his hand now holding it firmly against me.

"Go get on your knees by the chair again." He finally said, turning his eyes to the same spot that I was in earlier this morning. 

I turned from him and took the same position as before and watched as he slowly approached me, the dim room gently lighting his face. I watched closely as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He dropped them to his feet before kicking them over near the bed and stood before me in his boxer briefs and button down shirt. I watched nervously as his hand pulled the band of his underwear down over his cock, springing it horizontal pointing directly at me and only a couple of feet away. I stared at it, watching it bounce gently in time with his heart beat. I could see the faint glistening of precum sitting at the slit on the head of his cock. 

He stepped closer to me and took hold of the top of my head. I could only focus on his cock, now only a couple of inches away from my face. I tried to steady my breathing and slow my heart rate, I tried to come to terms with what was about to happen. 

"You really want this, don't you?" He asked from what seemed to be a mile away.

I nodded, still fixated on the faint drop of precum, wondering what it will taste like and hoping it doesn't make me gag or throw up. 

"I told you that you aren't ready." He replied. 

He held my head firmly in place as he took his free hand and brought it to the base of his cock, then pressed down. For a split second it was in line with my mouth. I could feel my lips part almost instinctively in preparation for the arrival of his dick. He kept pushing down, and soon his cock was below my chin. He moved forward again, the head now touching below my chin as if to raise my face to meet his. 

"Spit on my cock, baby. Give me some lube." He said, snapping me out of the trance I was in.

I sat for a second, trying to process his request in my mind.

"Spit." He said again, this time slightly louder. 

I tried to draw saliva from my mouth, a tall order since the nerves had nearly dried it out, but after a couple of seconds felt that I had enough to comply. I pushed the saliva from my mouth onto the top of his cock. It wasn't much, but I guess it was enough to satisfy him. While it seemed like an eternity watching him come closer to my face, in an instant it was gone. 

He backed away by a step and I watched as his right hand encircled his shaft and slid my saliva around the length of his cock for lubrication. I looked up at him and noticed the proud look on his face, no doubt happy with himself for resisting shoving his cock into my mouth. 

His hand circled the head of his cock with my spit blending with the precum that had been present, now causing the entirety of his cock to glisten in the light. 

"Sit back on your feet again, baby." He directed as he increased the pace of his strokes. 

I moved back, now having little doubt of what his desire was again. I slowly brought my hands to the seersucker top and pulled it up above my belly button and held it there with my left hand before dropping my right hand down to the shorts. I pulled lightly on them and brought them below the Goodnite, now fully visible to Steve. I played with the waistband of the pull-up, gently pulling it away from my body to give him a small peek at the pink plastic beneath it, then squeezed at the padding and rubbed above my caged cock. 

I tried to be sexy without speaking and instead relied of moans and deep breaths to mimic what I would sound like it I was able to actually play with myself. I alternated looking at his cock, now becoming a faint red color from the friction and engorgement, and his face. He never took his eyes off of me.

I moved my left hand from my belly up to my chest and pinched firmly at my nipples, something Sarah would do to show me she was really enjoying herself. I could hear his breathing deepen as I squeezed, no doubt having the same effect on him as it did on me. 

"Turn around." He said, nearly sounding out of breath. 

I did as was told and pivoted to face away from him without hesitation or question.

"Pull your shorts down." He said as I settled.

I again followed his instruction and pulled the shorts down over the pull-up, the pink and white patterns now in full view to him. I felt his left hand reach forward and grab onto my shoulder, his firm grip nearly digging into my skin. He pushed forward causing me to bend at the hips, giving him an even better view of my padded backside. 

His breathing was becoming significantly deeper and faster, I had no doubt that he was moments away from his orgasm and had a slight tinge of jealousy that I wasn't going to get one as well but quickly shook that from my mind knowing that I couldn't think like that anymore. 

"Turn back around, quick." He said nearly as a gasp. 

I quickly pivoted back to him, his hand releasing from my shoulder only long enough for me to get back into my original position, then he pulled me forward again. 

"Spit." He grunted.

I leaned farther forward and placed my mouth directly above his cock, careful to give his hand enough room to keep it's motion going. I drew more saliva from my mouth and forced it out onto the top of his cock again before being quickly pushed back into my feet. 

"Open it up... open it up now." He commanded.

I pulled the top up and tucked it under my chin to keep it from interfering, then looped both of my thumbs behind the waistband and pulled out a couple of inches. 

Steve dropped quickly to his knees and moved forward, placing the head of his cock directly above the new void. His breath stopped as a guttural groan made its way up his throat and his hand movements shortened.

I could feel the warmth and pressure from the first jet about an inch above the base of my cock. It took me by surprise how powerful it was, feeling more like a water gun than a splash. I felt another burst just as powerful about a half an inch above the first, then felt another hit at the base of my cock. I looked down to see a sizable amount of cum shine against my skin and begin to cover much of the top of the chastity cage. I watched as a few small waves of cum landed directly on the cage. Steve began to milk the length of his cock with his hand and pushed out a few more large drops of cum in with the rest before inching forward and wiping the head of his cock against my skin.

I could feel the warmth spread around my groin as the cum made its way down. Even thought I did very little to assist with his orgasm, I did have some satisfaction of my own from it. A sense of accomplishment seemed to rise within me. 

Steve sank back onto a sitting position, his cock now facing up to the ceiling, the pulsing more obvious than before. I moved my thumbs from the waistband and felt his cum squish against me as the pull-up snapped back into position. I watched his face as his post-orgasmic flush began to dissipate and his breathing steady. The cum was now becoming a bit more watery and I could feel it trickle down through the chastity cage, across my scrotum, and settle down at my butt before being absorbed into the Goodnite. 

A chill went through me as I visualized his semen swimming around on me and wondered if I could focus hard enough to feel it move, but I pushed the thought away knowing how absurd it was. 

Steve pushed out a deep sigh before pulling his boxer briefs back up over his cock, then shifted to stand back up. He extended his hand to help me up, carefully pulling the top back down over my torso and pulling the bottoms up over the pull-up. Without saying a word, he guided me to the side of the bed and helped me under the covers. I could feel some of his cum sink down as I laid on my back, now coating most of crotch and bottom.

He pulled the covers up over me and leaned in, giving me a firm kiss on the lips. He broke the kiss quickly and removed his shirt as he circled the bed and crawled in and pulled the cover over himself before turning the light on the nightstand out. Without saying a word, we both fell asleep. 

[Sarah Penguin]

[Eagle0769]

I understand what kind of club this is after Molly came back after her change. I also understand why steve put the chastity gage on him. 

With the explanation about the gage I love the end of this chapter I’m so turned on. 

Thanks for a great chapter can’t wait for the next one. ?

PS I’m happy to see that he Adam is still a virgin after I read your story from start to now. (that was what I asked with my last post). 

[BabyJessica]

Continuing to love this story. Thanks, @Nomadic for another excellent, tummy tingling chapter!

[Mcraft]

This is really written so well. Very interesting hot chapter! I love it, Nomadic! Can't wait for more.

[Sarah Penguin]

Hmm what would the counci of rich naughty

people do if Godzilla attacked and stomped all of their chastity devices and carried Adam away to join the monsters on Monster Island train him to transform into a great, terrible, and unstoppable too?