Chapter Fourteen: Disassociation
Vixy was happy to leave the resort behind, and happier still to be able to wear clothes again. It felt strange, after those days of running around nude or nearly nude, in public, constantly surrounded by other naked women, to wear something once more. iFem’s plane brought the two women home, though Vixy declined the offered drink from the stewardess, afraid that she might wake up with even bigger tits if she accepted.
iFem gave her Sunday to herself, during which Vixy napped, lounged around the apartment, and watched TV. Melissa’s team continued to handle her feeds for her, leaving Vixy to get some much-needed alone time. It felt odd, though, not having to do anything for a sponsor, like she wasn’t being good. To counter the apprehension she felt about this, she made sure to take some selfie photos in the sponsor’s clothing or using the makeup she’d been supplied with.
She even did a celebrity look-a-like video for YouTube, using the makeup, just like in the days before she was famous. The video, though, made her remember those days of dollar store meals, the tears, the loneliness, and the fake Vivianne. She deleted the video before editing it but sent the other photos and videos to Melissa. She received a thumbs-up for her proactivity and felt like a good girl.
Periodically, Vixy checked in on Vixyviv’s Cunty Wonderland and lost a few hours masturbating with the sponsored sex toys, while replaying the many videos of men and women using her face to pleasure themselves. Despite the humiliating memories, Vixy spent the entire day with that same feeling of horniness that had begun after getting her new melons.
Melissa, that evening, sent her instructions and an appointment with one of her sponsors, Remolded Reality Labs, the company that produced the relaxing white noise machine and headphones.
“This is a check-in appointment after the few days of using the noise machine,” Melissa explained, “You’ll have some additional follow-ups so that their people can ask you some questions about your usage and collect some data.”
Remolded Reality Labs was situated in a prominent business park, sharing a large sprawl of buildings with other research and development companies. Upon arriving, Vixy was shown to a comfortable room done up in comforting, neutral tones. Naturally, a soothing instrumental track played quietly in the room. To avoid distraction, the room’s walls were devoid of any artwork or decoration. It contained only a comfortable settee, a plush chair, a desk, and reminded her of a therapist’s office.
“One of the researchers will be in shortly,” the receptionist explained and left her alone.
Vixy waited, scrolling her feeds. A few minutes later, the door opened and a woman in a white coat entered the room. Behind her followed another woman and Vixy sat up straight, blinking in surprise. The woman behind the researcher was herself. The researcher, noting Vixy’s distress, looked behind her, then back at Vixy, her brows furrowed.
“Vixy?” she asked, “Is there something wrong?”
The other Vixy sat against the desk and smiled at her, saying nothing.
“Who… who are you?” Vixy said to the woman.
“I’m Dr. Carlisle,” the researcher said, “Are you alright?”
“Not you,” Vixy said, shaken, and pointed at the woman sitting on the desk, “Her!”
Dr. Carlisle looked over her shoulder at the desk, then back to Vixy.
“Vixy, there’s no one else here,” she said, a note of worry in her voice, “Who do you see?”
“It’s… it’s me!” Vixy said and crossed the room.
She waved her hand in front of the other Vixy’s face, but the woman continued to smile at her, crossing her arms under her breasts. Vixy noted, though she wasn’t sure why, that the woman’s breasts were smaller like her own had been before iFem. She poked the woman’s shoulder and felt real, warm flesh. She stepped back.
“She’s right there!” Vixy cried.
The other Vixy reached out and stroked Vixy’s cheek with the back of her hand, winked at her, and left the room.
“Vixy,” Carlisle said, “I can assure you that there’s no one else here. Please have a seat. Obviously, we have some things to talk about. Please.”
Vixy ran to the door and looked into the hallway, both ways. There was no one in sight. Had she actually imagined it? She couldn’t have, she thought. She’d been able to touch her and the woman had touched Vixy in turn.
“Vixy, please. This is worrying. Can I ask you some questions?”
Vixy, shaken, disturbed, returned to the settee and sat, putting her head in her hands. She was not prone to headaches, but seeing the woman had brought on a terrible one, worse than any she could recall. Feeling ill, she leaned over, putting her head between her legs and breathed deeply. Carlisle touched her shoulder and Vixy snapped back up.
“Headache?” the researcher asked.
Vixy nodded, the feeling of nausea passing. The headache receded to a dull thud. Carlisle went to the desk, opened a drawer, and returned with two tablets. She handed them to Vixy. Vixy accepted them and swallowed. Carlisle took her seat in the chair.
“You saw… yourself?” she asked.
Vixy nodded, “I touched her… me.”
“Vixy,” Carlisle asked, “Have you ever had any feelings of disassociation before? Hallucinations?”
Vixy shook her head.
“You’re sure?” Carlisle looked down at a clipboard.
“No. I mean, yes, I’m sure.”
Carlisle frowned and asked, “Can you tell me about Vivianne?”
“Vivianne? I’m Vivianne,” Vixy said, and immediately felt that it was wrong, that it was bad.
The headache began to come back.
“Vixy,” Carlisle said, “Vivianne isn’t real. She was just a name you made up. You’re VixyViv.”
“I’m… No. Vivianne…” she stammered, trailing off, shaking her head.
The headache was back, but there was also a hazy feeling like her mind was sluggish, unwilling to recall something important. When she tried to think of Vivianne, all she got was words.
Vivianne is a fake. Vivianne can’t be trusted. Vivianne is a liar…
Carlisle stood and took Vixy by the arm, helping her to stand unsteadily.
“Come with me,” she ordered, “I think we’d better let you lay down, and I’d like to monitor you a bit to see if we can figure out what’s happening.”
Vixy’s thoughts were glacial in their slowness. She allowed the researcher to lead her down the hall, where they entered another room similar to the first. In this one, though, was a machine with a number of pads and wires coming from it.
“Just lie down,” Carlisle said, and eased Vixy onto the settee.
Her head pounding, Vixy complied, small tears welling up from the pain. Carlisle rolled the machine closer and placed the pads on Vixy’s head, the wires trailing back to the strange machine.
“Just try to rest, Vixy,” Carlisle said and worked at the controls on the machine. She, then, produced a set of wireless earbuds and put them in Vixy’s ears. The familiar, calming white noise began to fill her thoughts, dulling the headache. She felt very sleepy. Vixy shut her eyes and listened to the noise.
Carlisle roused Vixy from a very pleasant dream, one in which she’d been young and small, with gaps in her teeth and little brunette pigtails. There had been a woman, someone she felt she knew, and the woman had been giving her something. Cake? Birthday cake? The dream faded.
Vixy looked up into the faces of Dr. Carlisle and Melissa, both of them with looks of concern.
“Vixy?” Melissa asked, “How do you feel?”
The headache was gone, but her head still felt thick, almost drunk.
“Okay, I guess,” she said.
Melissa helped her to sit up and took a seat next to her, putting her arm around her shoulder.
“Look, I know that the weekend was pretty wild. We threw a lot at you with the resort sponsorship, because I knew you could handle it. You were a very good girl.”
Vixy trembled, shook, then moaned as Melissa held her and her pussy gushed in her panties. Melissa put her tongue into Vixy’s mouth and kissed her as Carlisle watched. The intense pleasure was unlike any previous orgasm she’d experienced, setting off fireworks in her head that were nearly debilitating, blotting out every other thought. She quaked with the sudden arousal, kissing Melissa back needily and gasping.
The feeling seemed to last for minutes, and by the time the ringing in her ears began to subside, she felt flushed and hot. Carlisle handed her a drink, which she accepted gratefully. It didn’t taste like water. It was thick, sweet, and red.
“Dr. Carlisle said that you had a bit of an episode,” Melissa said.
Vixy struggled to think, to remember why she was here, why she’d been asleep. Vivianne? Something about Vivianne.
Vivianne is a liar. Viviane can’t be trusted…
She felt, again, the nausea at the thought of Vivianne.
“I just wasn’t feeling well,” Vixy said, rubbing her eyes.
“Probably that Mexican water,” Melissa jested, “Listen, I’m going to give you a couple of days off to clear your head. Don’t worry. We’ve got plenty of new projects lined up for you, but I’ll need you fresh and relaxed. I’ll get Krista to come and spend a little time with you. You two can lick each other’s cunts a little bit. I know how much you like that. Does that sound good?”
Vixy didn’t protest. Something told her that she should, that she didn’t want Krista to come over so they could lick each other’s cunts, but that something made the headache come back. Instead, she nodded.
“Good girl,” Melissa said again, and the little nagging voice of protest vanished in another powerful burst of tremendous pleasure that made Vixy grope her pussy through her denim shorts as she leaned back and moaned sluttily, grunting and quivering.
Melissa gave Carlisle an approving nod. Once the pleasure had dissipated, Melissa helped Vixy to stand.
“Now, you go home and take it easy,” Melissa instructed, “Just keep up with your follower poll results. iFem wants you to spend a few days with Krista. Play with your toys and be good for Krista, alright?”
Vixy nodded. iFem wanted her to spend time with Krista. iFem wanted her to play with her toys and be good for Krista. The thought was accompanied by a sense of delight and happiness that pushed away the worry. iFem would be happy if she was good for Krista and the idea that iFem would be happy with her, filled her with a sense of purpose, like it was her duty, her reason. Vixy couldn’t recall having ever been more motivated before.
“Now, go thank Dr. Carlisle for her help,” Melissa instructed.
Dr. Carlisle, sitting in the large, plush chair, spread her legs and pulled up her skirt to reveal her naked twat. Vixy knelt on the carpet in front of the researcher and submissively began to lick her cunt for her. She burned with shame, flushed and embarrassed as she knelt with her face buried in the strange woman’s cunt, but at the same time there was a feeling of rightness in obeying Melissa’s instruction
Vixy knew that she wasn’t a lesbian. She didn’t even enjoy the taste of licking pussy. After servicing the cunts of dozens of women over her recent stay at the resort, Vixy was completely sure that sucking pussy was not something that she enjoyed or wanted. iFem wanted it, though, and so she complied because what iFem wanted was more important than what Vixy wanted. Dr. Carlisle gently stroked her dark hair as Vixy brought her to an orgasm.
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