Tara and Mike's cars could be cooler. They're a wealthy couple.
Terry's truck looks okay, but I'd prefer a jalopy with a back seat. He may need that back seat in the future.
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Tara and Mike's cars could be cooler. They're a wealthy couple.
Terry's truck looks okay, but I'd prefer a jalopy with a back seat. He may need that back seat in the future.
maybe this can happeni try look old car so i see this to fit with his life will look more with backseat
this be just demo so not affect if you gona make your story vn you will know to chose or chang character
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process creat fixing kitchen event
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i creat 18 pose
i have time last night i make 34 pose
only pose mean 3d file without render image
after finsh all pose for this image will make render to creat image
will try make quality low cause render take 20 min for image
if make quality 720p will this fast translate to image
with simple light
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The Great Transformation
Part 5
After recovering, Tara returned to her desk. Her mind was still in turmoil. She couldn't make sense of what was happening. Everything was against the usual flow of life. Terry was an ignorant, corrupt, and repulsive man. Moreover, he was a pervert who was heavily obsessed with her and he was her stalker. She could easily have her fired or even thrown in jail. But the real problem wasn't what kind of person Terry was or who he was, the real problem was herself. It was her own distorted thoughts and attitudes. How had she changed so much? How could she have allowed this disgusting man, with whom she would never waste a single second of her life, to infiltrate her life and mind? Even when she found out he was a her stalker. What kind of madness was she in? Tara's mind was overflowing with questions that had no logical answers. She was losing her mind. It was as if she was under a dark spell and could not escape.
Tara didn't even notice how time passed as she struggled with these annoying thoughts. She realized that shift were over when Betty said goodbye as she left the office. She also packed up and left without delay. As Just as she was about to get into her car, she saw Terry coming towards her from the opposite direction. He looked even more miserable than usual. God, that man was the walking personification of sleaze.
Terry looked the young blonde up and down as he walked towards her. His already semi-hard penis instantly turned into steel in pants. When he came to her, a heavy mixture of his stale cum, sweat, and body odor filled Tara's nose. Despite the endless masturbation marathons that continued throughout the weekend, he hadn't showered, shaved, or changed out of his sweaty clothes. His protruding eyes were red from lack of sleep. Where once this disgusting troll had disgusted her, now he made her heart pound with a mixture of tension and excitement.
"Hi Tara! what's up?"
"Not bad, how about you?"
"Damn... I've been dealing with Bridget's fucking business all day. Is she gone?"
"Well... I think she came out right after me."
"Fuck it... So, how was your day, sweetie?""
As if his rude and abusive language wasn't enough, he was also call her "sweetie". Who does this jerk think he is, she thought. But she still didn't make a big deal out of it.
"Same things, nothing different like any other day."
"Were you in the archives room?"
This question reminded her of the disgusting discovery she had made there today and the embarrassing incident that followed. Of course she couldn't talk about that. She couldn't tell him that she knew he was a stalker or that she was masturbating in his repulsive chair.
"No, I didn't go down there at all today. I was busy with other things."
""Great! I wouldn't want you to go on without me. In this, you and I are together."
The fresh memories of what she had experienced and his suggestive comment impressed her. Her cheeks began to flush slightly.
"Yes. We can pick up where we left off tomorrow. There's still so much to do."
Afterwards, there was an awkward silence between them. Just as Tara was about to say she had to leave, Terry acted first.
"How about having a drink with me?"
She didn't expect this and was stunned for a moment. Where did he get the nerve to offer her a drink? When did things come to this point? It took her a while to respond.
"Well, I don't think so. I'd better go home. I'm a little tired."
"You know what? It's my birthday."
"Really? Happy birthday. So, how old are you?"
"I'm turning fifty-nine."
He was ten years older than her father. This information strangely struck Tara.
"So aren't you having a party with your friends or something?"
"Well, I don't have many friends, in fact I can say that you are my only friend. Every birthday I celebrate alone with a few beers at the pub down the road. I was hoping maybe this time it would be different."
For a moment Tara didn't know what to say. She recalled her own magnificent birthday celebrations, attended by dozens of guests. She thought how pathetic he was. Even though she knew he was a corrupt old pervert who didn't deserve this, she deep down felt sorry for him. She stood indecisive for a moment but then the words suddenly came out of her mouth.
"Okay!. But I can't stay long, just one drink."
Terry boomed excitedly. "Great!... The bar is just a short walk away. There's no parking, unfortunately, so you'll have to leave your car here."
"Ok! Let it be as you say."
They began walking together. Tara noticed a few passersby staring at them in surprise. They were probably wondering what a blonde Goddess like Tara was doing with a troll like Terry. The visual contrast between the two was shocking. When they entered, Tara was disappointed. The bar was a spooky, dingy place. There weren't many customers, just one or two people sitting at separate tables, looking sleepy and lethargic. Terry moved deeper into the bar and led them to the most isolated table inside. The two sat opposite each other.
"So what would you like to drink?"
"It could be red wine."
Terry said, "I'll be right back," and went to get the drinks. Tara's eyes scanned the surroundings. The seat backs were high, completely isolating them from the space. She was sure Terry had chosen this place specifically. He was more cunning and sneaky than she thought. She had to be careful.
Soon, Terry returned with drinks. They made a toast.
"Happy birthday Terry"
"Ohh! Thank you, sweetie."
It was getting on her nerves when he addressed her like that. Tara grimaced as she took her first sip. This was not like the delicious aged wines she was accustomed to. It tasted unpleasant.
A wicked grin appeared on Terry's face. "What's the matter, sweetie? Is this too harsh for you?" he said in a sarcastic tone.
Instead of answering, Tara just rolled her eyes. His insinuation both angered and excited her.
Terry continued, "There's something I've been wondering about since the beginning. Tell me sweetie, what brings someone like you to this shitty town?"
"What do you mean by someone like me?"
"You know, educated, wealthy. And extremely beautiful and hot. Look at you, look like you stepped off TV screen or the cover of a fashion magazine. "
His compliments, although inappropriate, flattered her.
“It's a long story,” she replied.
"I am as skilled at listening as I am at massaging."
Tara knew he would mention this sooner or later. Of course, he would somehow bring that topic up about what had happened in the kitchen that weekend. Her face flushed slightly. She wanted to change the subject quickly, so she started telling the story of their move to Brackmoore from the very beginning. As the conversation progressed, she had reached the bottom of the glass without even realizing it.
As Terry listened to her, he carefully examined every particle of her perfect face. Her arched eyebrows, her perfectly symmetrical nose, her full lips, her well-shaped teeth that shone like pearls when she smiled. The way her voluminous blonde hair framed her face. Her dazzling beauty was driving him crazy. He imagined rubbing his monster dick against every inch of her flawless facial features.
Just as Tara took her last sip and placed her empty glass on the table, Terry quickly grabbed it and got up from the table. Before she could even react, he headed straight for the bar. He soon returned with new drinks in hand. Tara didn't say anything, she just took another sip from the glass in front of her. She seemed to have grown accustomed to the unpleasant taste of wine.
Terry was asking her questions about her childhood, her family and many other subjects to get her to talk. Tara's jaw had loosened, thanks to the wine. She was giving her stalker sincere answers, as if she were chatting with a friend. The topic somehow got to her relationship with her fiancé Mike. She began listing her complaints about him. She talked about how hard he worked and how lonely he left her. She shared the coldness that had developed between them after moving to this town. As she spoke, the anger on her face and in her voice was palpable. Tara had finished her second glass as she continued her heated speech.
When Terry reached for the empty glass once more, Tara stopped her.
"It's getting late. I think I should go now."
"Come on Tara, it's not even eight o'clock yet. Just one more."
The wine was beginning to make her blood boil. She thought of the emptiness that awaited her at home. After a brief moment of hesitation, she said, "Fine! Just one more and I'll leave."
Terry wasted no time and headed towards the bar. When he returned, instead of sitting across from her, he sat next to her. Tara, who had not expected this, was surprised.
"Honey, I can't quite hear you over the noise," he said. He used the country music playing in the background as an excuse.
Tara knew he was lying. The sneaky bastard's only concern was to get closer to her.
"It's okay," she said, shifting slightly to the side.
They continued the conversation where they left off, she was still expressing her anger towards Mike.
"Your fiancé is a complete idiot." he interrupted her.
Tara was taken aback for a moment. But yet "Yeah... Sometimes he acts like a child, he needs to grow up." she approved of him.
"Honey, that's just how the city slicker are. He don't even realize what he have. How can a man neglect a goddess like you?" he said recklessly.
This time, Tara deep inside enjoyed the derogatory terms Terry used about Mike. Especially the "the city slicker" label. She didn't miss the term "Goddess" he used for her either. It always felt good to be complimented, even if it came from a disgusting old man. She was an attention addict.
Tara didn't answer. She took another sip of the cheap wine in front of her.
Terry continued bluntly, "You should punish him."
Tara was stunned for a moment. “What?”
She had heard this from Rachel too before. In fact, things had come to this ridiculous point because of this advice.
"There must be a price to pay for making you angry, right?" Terry asked her.
This old bastard was much more sneaky than she expected. She had to be very careful with him.
"Well... He's already going through a really hard time and I don't want to make things worse for him." Tara answerd.
Terry had closed the distance between them as they spoke. The young blonde could smell the man's foul body odor mixed with the scent of sweat and stale semen. When their arms touched, goosebumps rose on her skin. Was it disgust or excitement? She didn't know the answer. Probably some weird, toxic mix of the two.
"He doesn't need to know, what he doesn't know can't hurt him, right?" Terry said.
Tara knew where this was going, but she continued to act as if she didn't understand. "What does that mean?" she asked.
Terry continued, "When I was working construction, there was this son of a bitch foreman. He was always picking on me. To get revenge, I would spit in his drink without him noticing."
When Tara looked at him in surprise, their eyes met.
"That's repulsive, you are so bad" she said. Once again she thought about how corrupt and vile he was.
"Yes, I'm, sweetie. But I can't describe the pleasure I get from the prick drinking his drink with my spit. Even though he didn't know it, I had a tremendous satisfaction." Terry said.
"I'm sure, you did." she said.
"So, what makes your fiancé angry the most?" He had a sly grin on his face, showing his crooked yellow teeth. It was clear they hadn't seen a toothbrush in long years.
Tara took another sip of wine. She was halfway through her third glass. The alcohol was taking effect and was starting to warm her up.
"Well... I don't know. He's usually a calm person." she answered.
Terry slowly reached one arm behind her and grabbed her shoulder on the other side. Then he turned his head towards her and brought his mouth to her ear.
"I have an idea about that, sweetie. It would drive him crazy if another man touched his beautiful fiancée, wouldn't it?" he said. His breath, reeking of cigarettes and beer, was licking her neck by sending electric waves down her spine. As he placed his free hand on her leg, Tara gasped. She felt her nipples harden. She was losing control.
"Yeah. He would definitely be livid with rage." she answered.
"Yesss," Terry said and started sliding his hand up her leg. He moved his mouth more closer and placed a vaguely kiss just below her ear and began caressing her inner thigh. Tara was panting now. It was as if a reactor had been activated between her legs and it sending waves of heat throughout her body. The young goddess was losing control, the old pervert was losing control. The atmosphere was boiling with wild expectation.
At that moment, Tara suddenly remembered where they were. They were in a sleazy bar and someones could see them. She panicked for a moment. She pushed his hand off her leg and said, "I have to go to the bathroom." Terry reluctantly pulled away from her a little. When the young blonde stood up, he also stood up to let her. She tried to pass by turning her back to him in the narrow space. But when the blonde goddess was right in front of him, Terry thrust his hips forward, pressing the massive bulge in his pants against her ass. She gasped once again and paused for a moment.
Damn... It was so big... It was so thick... It was so gnarled...
She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him. Their eyes met. The uncontrollable lust in his gaze made her shiver. That moment, which lasted only a few seconds, felt like an eternity for both of them.
Then she continued and left the table. She was still panting when she entered the bathroom. When she looked in the mirror, she saw that her cheeks were visibly flushed and her eyes were shining. To make matters worse, her nipples were hard as bullets and her panties were damp. She was so horny. She needed to calm down. She held her hands under cool water for a while. She had to get home before she lost control completely. She couldn't be alone with him anymore, not even for a second. It was too risky.
When Tara returned, Terry stood up to relive the moment that had just happened. But Tara didn't sit at the table. Instead, she said, "It's late, I have to go." Her tone was firm enough to suggest that this was not up for debate.
Terry was very disappointed but didn't want to push his luck. He had come a long way with her, more than he would have believed even in his dreams. They left the bar together. It was dark. There was no one around. There was a tense silence between them, the only sound being the the clack of her heels. When Tara stumbled for a moment under the influence of alcohol, he caught her quickly by the waist with one arm.
"I got you," he said.
"Ohh. Thank you. I think I tripped on something."
"No problem, sweetie."
They continued walking, but Terry still had one hand on back of her waist. With each step, it slowly slid downwards. A tingle ran down her entire spine. As Tara could feel his fingertips on the upper slope of her ass cheeks, she bit her lower lip. Her nipples were still hard anyway. The itch between her legs started again. The moisture in her panties was getting even thicker.
Finally, they come in front of the office. Before the farewell moment arrived, Terry decided to give it one last try.
"It's not that late yet, why are you in a hurry? Also, there's no one waiting for you, sweetie. Your fiancé is probably busy with his stupid things that he cares about more than you. There's a bottle of whiskey in my desk drawer. We can have one last shot if you like." he said.
Tara couldn't do this. She couldn't be alone with him for another second. She was so horny. She was so desperate. She couldn't take that risk.
Just as she was about to tell Terry she had to go, a text message notification rang on her phone. She glanced at the screen before speaking with him.
The massage was from Mike: "Don't wait for me, honey. Unfortunately, I'll be at the factory tonight too. There's a lot of work to be done." Tara was filled with anger as she read it.
When she raised her head, they came face to face. The wild lust that shone in his hungry eyes was palpable. And the young blonde's mood was so chaotic. Alcohol, anger, and raging hormones were a very dangerous mix.
The Great Transformation
Part 5
After recovering, Tara returned to her desk. Her mind was still in turmoil. She couldn't make sense of what was happening. Everything was against the usual flow of life. Terry was an ignorant, corrupt, and repulsive man. Moreover, he was a pervert who was heavily obsessed with her and he was her stalker. She could easily have her fired or even thrown in jail. But the real problem wasn't what kind of person Terry was or who he was, the real problem was herself. It was her own distorted thoughts and attitudes. How had she changed so much? How could she have allowed this disgusting man, with whom she would never waste a single second of her life, to infiltrate her life and mind? Even when she found out he was a her stalker. What kind of madness was she in? Tara's mind was overflowing with questions that had no logical answers. She was losing her mind. It was as if she was under a dark spell and could not escape.
Tara didn't even notice how time passed as she struggled with these annoying thoughts. She realized that shift were over when Betty said goodbye as she left the office. She also packed up and left without delay. As Just as she was about to get into her car, she saw Terry coming towards her from the opposite direction. He looked even more miserable than usual. God, that man was the walking personification of sleaze.
Terry looked the young blonde up and down as he walked towards her. His already semi-hard penis instantly turned into steel in pants. When he came to her, a heavy mixture of his stale cum, sweat, and body odor filled Tara's nose. Despite the endless masturbation marathons that continued throughout the weekend, he hadn't showered, shaved, or changed out of his sweaty clothes. His protruding eyes were red from lack of sleep. Where once this disgusting troll had disgusted her, now he made her heart pound with a mixture of tension and excitement.
"Hi Tara! what's up?"
"Not bad, how about you?"
"Damn... I've been dealing with Bridget's fucking business all day. Is she gone?"
"Well... I think she came out right after me."
"Fuck it... So, how was your day, sweetie?""
As if his rude and abusive language wasn't enough, he was also call her "sweetie". Who does this jerk think he is, she thought. But she still didn't make a big deal out of it.
"Same things, nothing different like any other day."
"Were you in the archives room?"
This question reminded her of the disgusting discovery she had made there today and the embarrassing incident that followed. Of course she couldn't talk about that. She couldn't tell him that she knew he was a stalker or that she was masturbating in his repulsive chair.
"No, I didn't go down there at all today. I was busy with other things."
""Great! I wouldn't want you to go on without me. In this, you and I are together."
The fresh memories of what she had experienced and his suggestive comment impressed her. Her cheeks began to flush slightly.
"Yes. We can pick up where we left off tomorrow. There's still so much to do."
Afterwards, there was an awkward silence between them. Just as Tara was about to say she had to leave, Terry acted first.
"How about having a drink with me?"
She didn't expect this and was stunned for a moment. Where did he get the nerve to offer her a drink? When did things come to this point? It took her a while to respond.
"Well, I don't think so. I'd better go home. I'm a little tired."
"You know what? It's my birthday."
"Really? Happy birthday. So, how old are you?"
"I'm turning fifty-nine."
He was ten years older than her father. This information strangely struck Tara.
"So aren't you having a party with your friends or something?"
"Well, I don't have many friends, in fact I can say that you are my only friend. Every birthday I celebrate alone with a few beers at the pub down the road. I was hoping maybe this time it would be different."
For a moment Tara didn't know what to say. She recalled her own magnificent birthday celebrations, attended by dozens of guests. She thought how pathetic he was. Even though she knew he was a corrupt old pervert who didn't deserve this, she deep down felt sorry for him. She stood indecisive for a moment but then the words suddenly came out of her mouth.
"Okay!. But I can't stay long, just one drink."
Terry boomed excitedly. "Great!... The bar is just a short walk away. There's no parking, unfortunately, so you'll have to leave your car here."
"Ok! Let it be as you say."
They began walking together. Tara noticed a few passersby staring at them in surprise. They were probably wondering what a blonde Goddess like Tara was doing with a troll like Terry. The visual contrast between the two was shocking. When they entered, Tara was disappointed. The bar was a spooky, dingy place. There weren't many customers, just one or two people sitting at separate tables, looking sleepy and lethargic. Terry moved deeper into the bar and led them to the most isolated table inside. The two sat opposite each other.
"So what would you like to drink?"
"It could be red wine."
Terry said, "I'll be right back," and went to get the drinks. Tara's eyes scanned the surroundings. The seat backs were high, completely isolating them from the space. She was sure Terry had chosen this place specifically. He was more cunning and sneaky than she thought. She had to be careful.
Soon, Terry returned with drinks. They made a toast.
"Happy birthday Terry"
"Ohh! Thank you, sweetie."
It was getting on her nerves when he addressed her like that. Tara grimaced as she took her first sip. This was not like the delicious aged wines she was accustomed to. It tasted unpleasant.
A wicked grin appeared on Terry's face. "What's the matter, sweetie? Is this too harsh for you?" he said in a sarcastic tone.
Instead of answering, Tara just rolled her eyes. His insinuation both angered and excited her.
Terry continued, "There's something I've been wondering about since the beginning. Tell me sweetie, what brings someone like you to this shitty town?"
"What do you mean by someone like me?"
"You know, educated, wealthy. And extremely beautiful and hot. Look at you, look like you stepped off TV screen or the cover of a fashion magazine. "
His compliments, although inappropriate, flattered her.
“It's a long story,” she replied.
"I am as skilled at listening as I am at massaging."
Tara knew he would mention this sooner or later. Of course, he would somehow bring that topic up about what had happened in the kitchen that weekend. Her face flushed slightly. She wanted to change the subject quickly, so she started telling the story of their move to Brackmoore from the very beginning. As the conversation progressed, she had reached the bottom of the glass without even realizing it.
As Terry listened to her, he carefully examined every particle of her perfect face. Her arched eyebrows, her perfectly symmetrical nose, her full lips, her well-shaped teeth that shone like pearls when she smiled. The way her voluminous blonde hair framed her face. Her dazzling beauty was driving him crazy. He imagined rubbing his monster dick against every inch of her flawless facial features.
Just as Tara took her last sip and placed her empty glass on the table, Terry quickly grabbed it and got up from the table. Before she could even react, he headed straight for the bar. He soon returned with new drinks in hand. Tara didn't say anything, she just took another sip from the glass in front of her. She seemed to have grown accustomed to the unpleasant taste of wine.
Terry was asking her questions about her childhood, her family and many other subjects to get her to talk. Tara's jaw had loosened, thanks to the wine. She was giving her stalker sincere answers, as if she were chatting with a friend. The topic somehow got to her relationship with her fiancé Mike. She began listing her complaints about him. She talked about how hard he worked and how lonely he left her. She shared the coldness that had developed between them after moving to this town. As she spoke, the anger on her face and in her voice was palpable. Tara had finished her second glass as she continued her heated speech.
When Terry reached for the empty glass once more, Tara stopped her.
"It's getting late. I think I should go now."
"Come on Tara, it's not even eight o'clock yet. Just one more."
The wine was beginning to make her blood boil. She thought of the emptiness that awaited her at home. After a brief moment of hesitation, she said, "Fine! Just one more and I'll leave."
Terry wasted no time and headed towards the bar. When he returned, instead of sitting across from her, he sat next to her. Tara, who had not expected this, was surprised.
"Honey, I can't quite hear you over the noise," he said. He used the country music playing in the background as an excuse.
Tara knew he was lying. The sneaky bastard's only concern was to get closer to her.
"It's okay," she said, shifting slightly to the side.
They continued the conversation where they left off, she was still expressing her anger towards Mike.
"Your fiancé is a complete idiot." he interrupted her.
Tara was taken aback for a moment. But yet "Yeah... Sometimes he acts like a child, he needs to grow up." she approved of him.
"Honey, that's just how the city slicker are. He don't even realize what he have. How can a man neglect a goddess like you?" he said recklessly.
This time, Tara deep inside enjoyed the derogatory terms Terry used about Mike. Especially the "the city slicker" label. She didn't miss the term "Goddess" he used for her either. It always felt good to be complimented, even if it came from a disgusting old man. She was an attention addict.
Tara didn't answer. She took another sip of the cheap wine in front of her.
Terry continued bluntly, "You should punish him."
Tara was stunned for a moment. “What?”
She had heard this from Rachel too before. In fact, things had come to this ridiculous point because of this advice.
"There must be a price to pay for making you angry, right?" Terry asked her.
This old bastard was much more sneaky than she expected. She had to be very careful with him.
"Well... He's already going through a really hard time and I don't want to make things worse for him." Tara answerd.
Terry had closed the distance between them as they spoke. The young blonde could smell the man's foul body odor mixed with the scent of sweat and stale semen. When their arms touched, goosebumps rose on her skin. Was it disgust or excitement? She didn't know the answer. Probably some weird, toxic mix of the two.
"He doesn't need to know, what he doesn't know can't hurt him, right?" Terry said.
Tara knew where this was going, but she continued to act as if she didn't understand. "What does that mean?" she asked.
Terry continued, "When I was working construction, there was this son of a bitch foreman. He was always picking on me. To get revenge, I would spit in his drink without him noticing."
When Tara looked at him in surprise, their eyes met.
"That's repulsive, you are so bad" she said. Once again she thought about how corrupt and vile he was.
"Yes, I'm, sweetie. But I can't describe the pleasure I get from the prick drinking his drink with my spit. Even though he didn't know it, I had a tremendous satisfaction." Terry said.
"I'm sure, you did." she said.
"So, what makes your fiancé angry the most?" He had a sly grin on his face, showing his crooked yellow teeth. It was clear they hadn't seen a toothbrush in long years.
Tara took another sip of wine. She was halfway through her third glass. The alcohol was taking effect and was starting to warm her up.
"Well... I don't know. He's usually a calm person." she answered.
Terry slowly reached one arm behind her and grabbed her shoulder on the other side. Then he turned his head towards her and brought his mouth to her ear.
"I have an idea about that, sweetie. It would drive him crazy if another man touched his beautiful fiancée, wouldn't it?" he said. His breath, reeking of cigarettes and beer, was licking her neck by sending electric waves down her spine. As he placed his free hand on her leg, Tara gasped. She felt her nipples harden. She was losing control.
"Yeah. He would definitely be livid with rage." she answered.
"Yesss," Terry said and started sliding his hand up her leg. He moved his mouth more closer and placed a vaguely kiss just below her ear and began caressing her inner thigh. Tara was panting now. It was as if a reactor had been activated between her legs and it sending waves of heat throughout her body. The young goddess was losing control, the old pervert was losing control. The atmosphere was boiling with wild expectation.
At that moment, Tara suddenly remembered where they were. They were in a sleazy bar and someones could see them. She panicked for a moment. She pushed his hand off her leg and said, "I have to go to the bathroom." Terry reluctantly pulled away from her a little. When the young blonde stood up, he also stood up to let her. She tried to pass by turning her back to him in the narrow space. But when the blonde goddess was right in front of him, Terry thrust his hips forward, pressing the massive bulge in his pants against her ass. She gasped once again and paused for a moment.
Damn... It was so big... It was so thick... It was so gnarled...
She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him. Their eyes met. The uncontrollable lust in his gaze made her shiver. That moment, which lasted only a few seconds, felt like an eternity for both of them.
Then she continued and left the table. She was still panting when she entered the bathroom. When she looked in the mirror, she saw that her cheeks were visibly flushed and her eyes were shining. To make matters worse, her nipples were hard as bullets and her panties were damp. She was so horny. She needed to calm down. She held her hands under cool water for a while. She had to get home before she lost control completely. She couldn't be alone with him anymore, not even for a second. It was too risky.
When Tara returned, Terry stood up to relive the moment that had just happened. But Tara didn't sit at the table. Instead, she said, "It's late, I have to go." Her tone was firm enough to suggest that this was not up for debate.
Terry was very disappointed but didn't want to push his luck. He had come a long way with her, more than he would have believed even in his dreams. They left the bar together. It was dark. There was no one around. There was a tense silence between them, the only sound being the the clack of her heels. When Tara stumbled for a moment under the influence of alcohol, he caught her quickly by the waist with one arm.
"I got you," he said.
"Ohh. Thank you. I think I tripped on something."
"No problem, sweetie."
They continued walking, but Terry still had one hand on back of her waist. With each step, it slowly slid downwards. A tingle ran down her entire spine. As Tara could feel his fingertips on the upper slope of her ass cheeks, she bit her lower lip. Her nipples were still hard anyway. The itch between her legs started again. The moisture in her panties was getting even thicker.
Finally, they come in front of the office. Before the farewell moment arrived, Terry decided to give it one last try.
"It's not that late yet, why are you in a hurry? Also, there's no one waiting for you, sweetie. Your fiancé is probably busy with his stupid things that he cares about more than you. There's a bottle of whiskey in my desk drawer. We can have one last shot if you like." he said.
Tara couldn't do this. She couldn't be alone with him for another second. She was so horny. She was so desperate. She couldn't take that risk.
Just as she was about to tell Terry she had to go, a text message notification rang on her phone. She glanced at the screen before speaking with him.
The massage was from Mike: "Don't wait for me, honey. Unfortunately, I'll be at the factory tonight too. There's a lot of work to be done." Tara was filled with anger as she read it.
When she raised her head, they came face to face. The wild lust that shone in his hungry eyes was palpable. And the young blonde's mood was so chaotic. Alcohol, anger, and raging hormones were a very dangerous mix.
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The Great Transformation
Part 5
After recovering, Tara returned to her desk. Her mind was still in turmoil. She couldn't make sense of what was happening. Everything was against the usual flow of life. Terry was an ignorant, corrupt, and repulsive man. Moreover, he was a pervert who was heavily obsessed with her and he was her stalker. She could easily have her fired or even thrown in jail. But the real problem wasn't what kind of person Terry was or who he was, the real problem was herself. It was her own distorted thoughts and attitudes. How had she changed so much? How could she have allowed this disgusting man, with whom she would never waste a single second of her life, to infiltrate her life and mind? Even when she found out he was a her stalker. What kind of madness was she in? Tara's mind was overflowing with questions that had no logical answers. She was losing her mind. It was as if she was under a dark spell and could not escape.
Tara didn't even notice how time passed as she struggled with these annoying thoughts. She realized that shift were over when Betty said goodbye as she left the office. She also packed up and left without delay. As Just as she was about to get into her car, she saw Terry coming towards her from the opposite direction. He looked even more miserable than usual. God, that man was the walking personification of sleaze.
Terry looked the young blonde up and down as he walked towards her. His already semi-hard penis instantly turned into steel in pants. When he came to her, a heavy mixture of his stale cum, sweat, and body odor filled Tara's nose. Despite the endless masturbation marathons that continued throughout the weekend, he hadn't showered, shaved, or changed out of his sweaty clothes. His protruding eyes were red from lack of sleep. Where once this disgusting troll had disgusted her, now he made her heart pound with a mixture of tension and excitement.
"Hi Tara! what's up?"
"Not bad, how about you?"
"Damn... I've been dealing with Bridget's fucking business all day. Is she gone?"
"Well... I think she came out right after me."
"Fuck it... So, how was your day, sweetie?""
As if his rude and abusive language wasn't enough, he was also call her "sweetie". Who does this jerk think he is, she thought. But she still didn't make a big deal out of it.
"Same things, nothing different like any other day."
"Were you in the archives room?"
This question reminded her of the disgusting discovery she had made there today and the embarrassing incident that followed. Of course she couldn't talk about that. She couldn't tell him that she knew he was a stalker or that she was masturbating in his repulsive chair.
"No, I didn't go down there at all today. I was busy with other things."
""Great! I wouldn't want you to go on without me. In this, you and I are together."
The fresh memories of what she had experienced and his suggestive comment impressed her. Her cheeks began to flush slightly.
"Yes. We can pick up where we left off tomorrow. There's still so much to do."
Afterwards, there was an awkward silence between them. Just as Tara was about to say she had to leave, Terry acted first.
"How about having a drink with me?"
She didn't expect this and was stunned for a moment. Where did he get the nerve to offer her a drink? When did things come to this point? It took her a while to respond.
"Well, I don't think so. I'd better go home. I'm a little tired."
"You know what? It's my birthday."
"Really? Happy birthday. So, how old are you?"
"I'm turning fifty-nine."
He was ten years older than her father. This information strangely struck Tara.
"So aren't you having a party with your friends or something?"
"Well, I don't have many friends, in fact I can say that you are my only friend. Every birthday I celebrate alone with a few beers at the pub down the road. I was hoping maybe this time it would be different."
For a moment Tara didn't know what to say. She recalled her own magnificent birthday celebrations, attended by dozens of guests. She thought how pathetic he was. Even though she knew he was a corrupt old pervert who didn't deserve this, she deep down felt sorry for him. She stood indecisive for a moment but then the words suddenly came out of her mouth.
"Okay!. But I can't stay long, just one drink."
Terry boomed excitedly. "Great!... The bar is just a short walk away. There's no parking, unfortunately, so you'll have to leave your car here."
"Ok! Let it be as you say."
They began walking together. Tara noticed a few passersby staring at them in surprise. They were probably wondering what a blonde Goddess like Tara was doing with a troll like Terry. The visual contrast between the two was shocking. When they entered, Tara was disappointed. The bar was a spooky, dingy place. There weren't many customers, just one or two people sitting at separate tables, looking sleepy and lethargic. Terry moved deeper into the bar and led them to the most isolated table inside. The two sat opposite each other.
"So what would you like to drink?"
"It could be red wine."
Terry said, "I'll be right back," and went to get the drinks. Tara's eyes scanned the surroundings. The seat backs were high, completely isolating them from the space. She was sure Terry had chosen this place specifically. He was more cunning and sneaky than she thought. She had to be careful.
Soon, Terry returned with drinks. They made a toast.
"Happy birthday Terry"
"Ohh! Thank you, sweetie."
It was getting on her nerves when he addressed her like that. Tara grimaced as she took her first sip. This was not like the delicious aged wines she was accustomed to. It tasted unpleasant.
A wicked grin appeared on Terry's face. "What's the matter, sweetie? Is this too harsh for you?" he said in a sarcastic tone.
Instead of answering, Tara just rolled her eyes. His insinuation both angered and excited her.
Terry continued, "There's something I've been wondering about since the beginning. Tell me sweetie, what brings someone like you to this shitty town?"
"What do you mean by someone like me?"
"You know, educated, wealthy. And extremely beautiful and hot. Look at you, look like you stepped off TV screen or the cover of a fashion magazine. "
His compliments, although inappropriate, flattered her.
“It's a long story,” she replied.
"I am as skilled at listening as I am at massaging."
Tara knew he would mention this sooner or later. Of course, he would somehow bring that topic up about what had happened in the kitchen that weekend. Her face flushed slightly. She wanted to change the subject quickly, so she started telling the story of their move to Brackmoore from the very beginning. As the conversation progressed, she had reached the bottom of the glass without even realizing it.
As Terry listened to her, he carefully examined every particle of her perfect face. Her arched eyebrows, her perfectly symmetrical nose, her full lips, her well-shaped teeth that shone like pearls when she smiled. The way her voluminous blonde hair framed her face. Her dazzling beauty was driving him crazy. He imagined rubbing his monster dick against every inch of her flawless facial features.
Just as Tara took her last sip and placed her empty glass on the table, Terry quickly grabbed it and got up from the table. Before she could even react, he headed straight for the bar. He soon returned with new drinks in hand. Tara didn't say anything, she just took another sip from the glass in front of her. She seemed to have grown accustomed to the unpleasant taste of wine.
Terry was asking her questions about her childhood, her family and many other subjects to get her to talk. Tara's jaw had loosened, thanks to the wine. She was giving her stalker sincere answers, as if she were chatting with a friend. The topic somehow got to her relationship with her fiancé Mike. She began listing her complaints about him. She talked about how hard he worked and how lonely he left her. She shared the coldness that had developed between them after moving to this town. As she spoke, the anger on her face and in her voice was palpable. Tara had finished her second glass as she continued her heated speech.
When Terry reached for the empty glass once more, Tara stopped her.
"It's getting late. I think I should go now."
"Come on Tara, it's not even eight o'clock yet. Just one more."
The wine was beginning to make her blood boil. She thought of the emptiness that awaited her at home. After a brief moment of hesitation, she said, "Fine! Just one more and I'll leave."
Terry wasted no time and headed towards the bar. When he returned, instead of sitting across from her, he sat next to her. Tara, who had not expected this, was surprised.
"Honey, I can't quite hear you over the noise," he said. He used the country music playing in the background as an excuse.
Tara knew he was lying. The sneaky bastard's only concern was to get closer to her.
"It's okay," she said, shifting slightly to the side.
They continued the conversation where they left off, she was still expressing her anger towards Mike.
"Your fiancé is a complete idiot." he interrupted her.
Tara was taken aback for a moment. But yet "Yeah... Sometimes he acts like a child, he needs to grow up." she approved of him.
"Honey, that's just how the city slicker are. He don't even realize what he have. How can a man neglect a goddess like you?" he said recklessly.
This time, Tara deep inside enjoyed the derogatory terms Terry used about Mike. Especially the "the city slicker" label. She didn't miss the term "Goddess" he used for her either. It always felt good to be complimented, even if it came from a disgusting old man. She was an attention addict.
Tara didn't answer. She took another sip of the cheap wine in front of her.
Terry continued bluntly, "You should punish him."
Tara was stunned for a moment. “What?”
She had heard this from Rachel too before. In fact, things had come to this ridiculous point because of this advice.
"There must be a price to pay for making you angry, right?" Terry asked her.
This old bastard was much more sneaky than she expected. She had to be very careful with him.
"Well... He's already going through a really hard time and I don't want to make things worse for him." Tara answerd.
Terry had closed the distance between them as they spoke. The young blonde could smell the man's foul body odor mixed with the scent of sweat and stale semen. When their arms touched, goosebumps rose on her skin. Was it disgust or excitement? She didn't know the answer. Probably some weird, toxic mix of the two.
"He doesn't need to know, what he doesn't know can't hurt him, right?" Terry said.
Tara knew where this was going, but she continued to act as if she didn't understand. "What does that mean?" she asked.
Terry continued, "When I was working construction, there was this son of a bitch foreman. He was always picking on me. To get revenge, I would spit in his drink without him noticing."
When Tara looked at him in surprise, their eyes met.
"That's repulsive, you are so bad" she said. Once again she thought about how corrupt and vile he was.
"Yes, I'm, sweetie. But I can't describe the pleasure I get from the prick drinking his drink with my spit. Even though he didn't know it, I had a tremendous satisfaction." Terry said.
"I'm sure, you did." she said.
"So, what makes your fiancé angry the most?" He had a sly grin on his face, showing his crooked yellow teeth. It was clear they hadn't seen a toothbrush in long years.
Tara took another sip of wine. She was halfway through her third glass. The alcohol was taking effect and was starting to warm her up.
"Well... I don't know. He's usually a calm person." she answered.
Terry slowly reached one arm behind her and grabbed her shoulder on the other side. Then he turned his head towards her and brought his mouth to her ear.
"I have an idea about that, sweetie. It would drive him crazy if another man touched his beautiful fiancée, wouldn't it?" he said. His breath, reeking of cigarettes and beer, was licking her neck by sending electric waves down her spine. As he placed his free hand on her leg, Tara gasped. She felt her nipples harden. She was losing control.
"Yeah. He would definitely be livid with rage." she answered.
"Yesss," Terry said and started sliding his hand up her leg. He moved his mouth more closer and placed a vaguely kiss just below her ear and began caressing her inner thigh. Tara was panting now. It was as if a reactor had been activated between her legs and it sending waves of heat throughout her body. The young goddess was losing control, the old pervert was losing control. The atmosphere was boiling with wild expectation.
At that moment, Tara suddenly remembered where they were. They were in a sleazy bar and someones could see them. She panicked for a moment. She pushed his hand off her leg and said, "I have to go to the bathroom." Terry reluctantly pulled away from her a little. When the young blonde stood up, he also stood up to let her. She tried to pass by turning her back to him in the narrow space. But when the blonde goddess was right in front of him, Terry thrust his hips forward, pressing the massive bulge in his pants against her ass. She gasped once again and paused for a moment.
Damn... It was so big... It was so thick... It was so gnarled...
She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him. Their eyes met. The uncontrollable lust in his gaze made her shiver. That moment, which lasted only a few seconds, felt like an eternity for both of them.
Then she continued and left the table. She was still panting when she entered the bathroom. When she looked in the mirror, she saw that her cheeks were visibly flushed and her eyes were shining. To make matters worse, her nipples were hard as bullets and her panties were damp. She was so horny. She needed to calm down. She held her hands under cool water for a while. She had to get home before she lost control completely. She couldn't be alone with him anymore, not even for a second. It was too risky.
When Tara returned, Terry stood up to relive the moment that had just happened. But Tara didn't sit at the table. Instead, she said, "It's late, I have to go." Her tone was firm enough to suggest that this was not up for debate.
Terry was very disappointed but didn't want to push his luck. He had come a long way with her, more than he would have believed even in his dreams. They left the bar together. It was dark. There was no one around. There was a tense silence between them, the only sound being the the clack of her heels. When Tara stumbled for a moment under the influence of alcohol, he caught her quickly by the waist with one arm.
"I got you," he said.
"Ohh. Thank you. I think I tripped on something."
"No problem, sweetie."
They continued walking, but Terry still had one hand on back of her waist. With each step, it slowly slid downwards. A tingle ran down her entire spine. As Tara could feel his fingertips on the upper slope of her ass cheeks, she bit her lower lip. Her nipples were still hard anyway. The itch between her legs started again. The moisture in her panties was getting even thicker.
Finally, they come in front of the office. Before the farewell moment arrived, Terry decided to give it one last try.
"It's not that late yet, why are you in a hurry? Also, there's no one waiting for you, sweetie. Your fiancé is probably busy with his stupid things that he cares about more than you. There's a bottle of whiskey in my desk drawer. We can have one last shot if you like." he said.
Tara couldn't do this. She couldn't be alone with him for another second. She was so horny. She was so desperate. She couldn't take that risk.
Just as she was about to tell Terry she had to go, a text message notification rang on her phone. She glanced at the screen before speaking with him.
The massage was from Mike: "Don't wait for me, honey. Unfortunately, I'll be at the factory tonight too. There's a lot of work to be done." Tara was filled with anger as she read it.
When she raised her head, they came face to face. The wild lust that shone in his hungry eyes was palpable. And the young blonde's mood was so chaotic. Alcohol, anger, and raging hormones were a very dangerous mix.
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we have different tast of women
i not like blond women also even face is like Baywatch women tv show
for my game i make is more Latin chuby women
and for pic you send is all about chose different hair cut /open hair/ long hair/ back hair
makeup
sport wear or dress
and envroment part where things happen
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I think Christine-type women are attractive to you.
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the man of this gam was look real nuty
i like this game even story repeat same thing and think story loss the beauty and become show more sex part between them
that why this game not get too much fan like other
you have to stick with story and creat new path if go to sex the game end and lot lost intresting
still need learn how they render and lighting
if know how make this and speed up render
think i will learn to make somthing like that
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you the writer who know what happen we we the one waiting to see how make this relation
i spend two day render i make i finish 20 image
its take time and even if bad result or get criticism bad review
its fan make and will not let bad review be slow me down to learn
easy to criticism and play game in 5 min
when create this stuff take month
>>>
for speed check dialogue and not wait to finish all
i will start to create by part
i have 5 part
so i will put first part dialogue send to you
then you fix dialogue add file
then after finsh part 2 send you and ,,, etc for 3/4/5
i never real use makeing vn game program i have few knowlage,,, cause i not creat game before
so will learn to speed thing up step by step and send you first part i finsh after i add pic and dialuge then you check fix rewritre the good scrip for it
or tell if miss some pose to add
that way we will fix and not wast time
cause render take more than 10 min to 20 in one image
if we start with first part then this will speed our time
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i think make small part add in begning
Make this as demo
i add introduce
so first part show will be
tara siting in her office
this be after tery leave her house after her husband catch them
she siting bussy and her face full of lost
thinking about what happen
when terry inter her office with smile not say anything
there tension betwen them after his vist show in there relation
she keep silant not talk or smile him back
she was act bussy with lady in her office
when tery stand and look away from her
she fell relave
at this moment she siting in office thinking
and
game text
( this the day when tara fell her life fall apart that moment her life was chang in momnet and her relation with her husbnad start to fall to emotion and distance .
when she think keep her life bussy with new job will give her space with lost and lonley in life
this not was what think
after i black screen
add two day early
then start chapter 3
>>>
so if you think make new game for you novel can start as flash back from beginning
or re make new with new start and demo be just sample
Make this as demo
i add introduce
so first part show will be
tara siting in her office
this be after tery leave her house after her husband catch them
she siting bussy and her face full of lost
thinking about what happen
when terry inter her office with smile not say anything
there tension betwen them after his vist show in there relation
she keep silant not talk or smile him back
she was act bussy with lady in her office
when tery stand and look away from her
she fell relave
at this moment she siting in office thinking
and
game text
( this the day when tara fell her life fall apart that moment her life was chang in momnet and her relation with her husbnad start to fall to emotion and distance .
when she think keep her life bussy with new job will give her space with lost and lonley in life
this not was what think
after i black screen
add two day early
then start chapter 3
>>>
so if you think make new game for you novel can start as flash back from beginning
or re make new with new start and demo be just sample