Absolute Gullibility Syndrome

"I'm sorry, WHAT?" John shook his head, clearing out the morning haze. He was a reasonably athletic college guy, sure, but wasn't this a bit early? Who knocks on someone's door and says THAT?

Veronica just sighed. "I... I'm pretty sure I have AGS. Absolute Gullibility Syndrome. And I'm scared. I didn't know who else to go to."

Veronica stood in front of John, arms held in front of her as if to shield her body. She was a tiny, well-built woman - a bit of a short-stack with short dark brown hair. She had known John her entire life, had grown up with him. She trusted him more than anyone else, at times. Definitely more than her last batch of foster parents. Now that they were in college, the two of them were still the best of friends. She was the best wingman he could ask for, and he was her best partner-in-crime. Everyone knew they were a matched pair - but they weren't a relationship in any way.

"My roommate made me take a test she found online. It was a 2-hour oral exam - my tongue *still* hurts, but the results were conclusive. She read off the prognosis while I was taking the test. I was a bit distracted while she was talking to me - apparently, if I stopped licking her clit for even a few moments, I had to restart the test from the beginning. It was really kind of her to help me out like that. But I... I'm scared. All the advice tells me to go and hide, then find some way of continuing to live normally while hiding my disorder. It says that... it says that I've got a 99.9% chance of being someone's lifelong slave by the end of the month! And that's if I'm lucky, frankly. There are so many awful, horrible things that are probably going to happen... Fuck. Help. Please?"

"Your roommate... found a test online, you said. And she had you lick her clit for 2 hours to verify your AGS status?" Veronica nodded. "Well, shit. Off to a good start, huh? She held your head down and ground her pussy into your face until she squirted, then called it a test."

"I mean... yeah? That's part of the test. That's what happened."

John frowned. This was... wow. This was a lot to take in. "No, Veronica." He put his hand on her arm. "I was just trying to explain. No. What actually happened was... your roommate just decided to sexually assault you in your confused state."

"You mean she did things to me while I was taking that test? Without me noticing?"

"NO! Listen! She LIED to you. That was not a test."

"She... wait... no... I... get it. That makes sense. It's so hard to see, but if I just... uuugggh... focus on the fact that I trust *you* more than *her,* I can see how she assaulted me. Sorta. I believe you, at least."

"Well, shit. If that wasn't a test, then I may not have AGS after all, then?"

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Yeah. Fine." Her eyes fell. "Well now what?"

She shrugged. "Ummm... I don't know. Quick! Tell me something ridiculous that I shouldn't believe."

"The sky is green."

"Yeah, of course it is. But tell me something I should doubt."

"You... should have doubted that. Yeah. You have AGS, it seems pretty clear. The sky is blue. And it didn't just turn from green to blue while I was speaking, either, I lied when I said it was green. Literally because you had asked me to, one second prior. And you still didn't notice." Veronica's eyes fell. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. What was she going to... "At least you came to me. It sounds like it'll be hard to find someone to trust? If your roommate is any indication, at least. I haven't done much reading on the topic, but this AGS shit has been all over the news. There are a lot of... erm... I don't know what to call it when the person at the center of a rape orgy is claiming to totally consent. But it's weird out there. It seems actually pretty dangerous. It doesn't take but a second for someone to say 'oh no, your nipples are burning and the only way to put them out is to have someone else rub them' or something."

"OW! Jesus fuck, they really are!" Veronica's eyes shot open. Before John could react, she was pulling her shirt off.

"Could you do it, then? I just need you to rub them." She pushed her shirt down around her hips, and stared at him with alarm. "Please? Can you help me?" John's eyes flew open. That was a hypothetical! That's all it took?

Slowly, his eyes moved down to her chest. He froze.

John just stared at her. At her tits. He'd known her for 20 years, and he'd never... his eyes trailed across the rest of her body for a moment. He briefly stared at her legs, her ass, her stomach, her lips... He'd never seen his friend this way, and images kept flashing into his mind. His cock, sliding into...

"I don't.... this doesn't..." He stammered.

"Fuck! This hurts so bad. Please! Could you rub my nipples? PLEASE??" She held her breasts up for him, cupping them with her hands in desperation, even starting to sort of kneel so get her nipples closer to his hands. "PLEASE??"

John stared at this woman, begging him to play with her nipples. This was so, so easy to accidentally do. It was hard to even recognize Veronica like this.

He reached out, and gently cupped his childhood friend's tits. He stared at her in the eyes as he gently rubbed each nipple for her. He started at the outside edges, holding her eye contact as he made a slow spiral on each. She looked like she was absolutely melting. As he slowly got to the middle, he pinched a little bit, which made her jump - which made her pull away from his pinch, which made it hurt even more. She gave an embarrassed smile to him.

It was only after that John realized that he could have just told Veronica that her tits didn't burn. He hadn't thought of it! He was... he was really confident that he believed that. He had just gotten carried away, right? She had literally been holding up her nipples to his hands. It wasn't his fau-

"Oh god. That feels so much better. Thank you. Okay, that was... weird, there. I'm really sorry. What... ummm... what are we going to do about this AGS?" Veronica seemed... oddly nonchalant about this, for some reason. Different, a little, from her usual self? They'd never really discussed sex that much. John hadn't brought it up, and she hadn't either. He guessed he hadn't ever seen this side of her before. Maybe this was just sorta normalish, in her eyes.

John sighed. "Come on inside. We'll work this out together. I'm afraid... this may end up being too much for me. I'll help you out, though." He hesitated for just a moment. "Put your shirt back on, come on."

John wanted to do the best he could to help out his friend.

But... well... he was having trouble walking with this raging hard-on he had right now, too.

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Veronica and John sat on the couch, silently.

Veronica was terrified. She'd been glued to her phone, reading everything she could about AGS online. It was... so impossible to figure out. It was all so new. Some people said that she should make a recording for herself to play back for her ears every day. Other people told horror stories about their recordings being altered. Some said AGS victims needed to find a trusted friend. Some said that she could help cure herself if she swallowed enough cum and pussy juice. Others still told her to go hide in the woods. It just all made so much sense, figuring out the right answer felt impossible. She knew one thing, though -

She trusted John.

No matter what happened, she knew she'd be okay if she managed to stay with him.

Meanwhile, John couldn't help stealing quick glances at Veronica's body. Up until 30 seconds ago, with her tits in his hands, he had thought of Veronica as a sister. His whole life, she was the best friend anyone could ask for. John had never been much of a sexual person. But this... this was something else. His erection hadn't gone away. It poked awkwardly from his pants. He saw Veronica glance at it every few seconds with trepidation. "Don't worry, these pants just make me look horny. I'm not." John froze. He just did it. He lied, as easily as breathing. He hadn't even realized it, that was a politeness kind of thing one might say. But looking over - he saw Veronica relax a little, believing him immediately. It was just, so, so *easy.* So *quick.*

He really didn't think she should be trusting him.

"Okay," John said, "let's work this out. What do you *want* out of this? If you could wave a magic wand in this situation and have whatever you want, as long as you keep the AGS, what would it look like?"

Veronica thought about it. She thought for awhile. She imagined the life she would have in store if she were left alone. She wasn't an idiot. She knew what would happen. Someone would lie to her about something or other, and she would end up a slave. She would swallow cum all day, lick clits, get whored out, fisted until she bled, and likely left for dead as she was passed from person to person until she was rimming homeless men with a shit-eating grin. And that's if she didn't become some corporate slave to a Chinese factory, fucked from all angles for extra cash while she worked the factory lines. Some of the scenes she imagined did turn her on a bit, though, and she thought she saw John follow her heaving chest with more interest than she'd have expected. He was never... like that. Or at least he hadn't been.

She imagined the life she would have with John. Her parents were dead and she was completely alone - he was really all she had. She had gotten out of the foster system, but never told John - she just wanted to be a normal person to him. She'd lied about having parents. He really was all she had. Even the worst-case? Where he broke her trust and degraded her into a set of holes like so many others? It was... she shuddered... still better than the alternative. The worst he would do to her was still well better than the worst the world would do to her.

"Honestly?" Veronica said, after some time. "I think my life as I knew it is over. There's no cure for this, and by the end of the week I'm surely going to be living in a fantasy world as someone's toy. All I can really hope for, I guess... is that I'm happy. That wherever I am and whatever I'm doing, I'm happy doing it." Her face sunk. "Go ahead. Use me." She started to cry.

John moved closer to her, and pulled her to his chest in a hug. "No. I wont. I'm so, so sorry this happened to you. I'll do all the research I can to find out how to get you through this, okay? Is that it? You just want me to act as your... handler... and your only request is to make sure that whatever happens, you're 'happy'? Erm... subjectively at the time, measured against how you would feel about it now, or measured against some global scale?"

"Would you shut up with that shit? Just make sure I'm happy. Whatever else happens, I can be okay if you help me stay happy through it all."

"Okay. Okay... okay, I think I keep that as my guiding principle. Are you... wanting to move in with me too?"

"If you think that's best. I'm trusting you completely at this point. Not that I have a choice." Eve frowned.

"Wait... what about your parents. We totally skipped that step. Why not go to them instead?"

Veronica decided to tell him. "John, I don't have any parents." It was time to rip off that band-aid now. She'd jumped from family to family in the foster system, before landing on a couple that seemed to be just using her for the state's money. Suited her fine, she just needed a bed for a couple years.

"What? Sure you do. I've met them!" John frowned in thought, looking back. He hadn't met them for years, but they had one brief interaction at some school event near the end of high school.

"Oh. Wait, yeah. You're right." Obviously those two people John remembered were her parents. But... why did they seem like strangers? They must have been the distant-type. "But no, they were always very clear that once I turned 18 I would get nothing from them under any circumstances." Why had they said that again? Not important right now. "I'll move in here, no worries."

"I'll hire some movers for you. Are you planning on hiding from the world here?" John asked.

"Same answer - if you think that's best, I will. I can't figure out what advice to follow from the internet. Some people are saying that hiding with a handler is the best play. Others are saying that's dangerous, and that I need to wander around swallowing as much cum as I can to cure myself. I just don't know what's right. It's a shame that isn't a real erection. We could test the cum theory here and now."

"Wow, okay, yeah. You definitely need to hide here. Cum doesn't cure AGS. That's clearly just bait trying to get people like you to suck cocks on the train or whatever." John had felt his cock jump at hearing her so casually talk about swallowing cum, and he swore he felt a little bit of himself die when he dissuaded her. He was determined to be a good person. But every now and then, he would see something like her tongue flick out of her mouth for a moment, and he just couldn't stop himself from imagining it flicking around his cock instead.

John made a decision. He thought a lot about what he'd been seeing on the news lately. This "AGS" thing was doing weird stuff to the world.

"I can do this. I can be your help. And I will make sure that, at the end of the day, whatever happens, you're happy. But we'll have to explain to people what happened to you, and I think you're best off if we are up-front about this. You're hiding with me because you feel safe due to your AGS. But we're gonna need to sell it. We need to look normal, or else someone will come and try to take you." Veronica nodded. She was starting to have trouble following his logic, but... well, she couldn't argue with his conclusions.

"So we need to look like any other 'couple' navigating AGS," she said. "We're not going to hide in the shadows, we're going to hide in the light."

"Seems like the smart thing to do. Like I said, I'll do my research. But seriously, you can have your whole world rewritten by a casual offhanded sentence. I don't think you're going to be able to hide." She could tell he was right. They needed to look like any other "couple" with AGS. John winced, then continued. "Which means... you need to okay being naked. Not just around me, but everyone. I'm sorry."

Veronica hesitated for just the briefest of moments. This was it. The last time her life would ever be normal again. She always used to like sex - but she knew that inside of a week it would be her entire world.

Truthfully... she couldn't help but feel a little excited. She smiled, she'd always secretly been a bit of a slut.

So she nodded.

And started pulling off all her clothes. She tried to be pretty matter-of-fact about it. She could have protested, dithered, or hesitated - but she knew what happened to AGS folks. She knew this was inevitable, no matter where she went. Veronica noticed John staring, and resigned herself. She knew what was coming. She gave a little halfhearted smile when she finished and twirled for him. Her buoyant breasts barely moved as she spun.

John stared at her tits, ass, and pussy as she did. Jesus fuck, she was hot. He'd never thought of her that way before. She clearly had a... well, a sleeper build. Her ass sharply met the top of her legs, and it curved up into her... Veronica saw his eyes move across her, and she pulled her ass cheek aside while she looked over her shoulder to give him a better look. "May as well... erm... drink it in, as they say." John frowned for a moment. Was she... into this? After she finished, she lay back on the couch. He could see that, despite her nonchalance, she was actually pretty turned on. Her spread legs joined at a tight, moist pussy.

"I guess there's no point in trying to cover up. Fine, take a look." She leaned back and spread her pussy open with her fingers, smiling awkwardly. "I really didn't expect to end up naked so fast, but I guess this is my life now. I may as well get used to it. Take a look at my pussy. I assume that you'll be wanting to insert... things... into all my holes? To make us both feel good, right?" She laughed, staying vague. Despite the weirdness of the situation, she wanted to try to keep things sorta light, if she could. All jokes and fun times for Veronica, yessiree. No slavery, gangrape, whoring, and certainly no dying from... overuse. Nope. 'Just awkward smiles and spread pussies,' she thought. Her other hand batted at her breasts playfully as she smiled at John.

John almost whimpered at the sight. He hadn't expected this, but he... nodded.

"Well... fine. I don't think there's any avoiding it. I'll try to take an enlightened view of this." Veronica closed her eyes, centering herself. "I don't think that the concept of consent really applies to me anymore. I have no choice in what you do, and you can get me to consent to anything with merely a thought."

She held her pussy open and made eye contact. "I expect this to be a confusing and wild ride for me. But the internet says I've got pretty good odds of being dead within the month. My best chance is to find someone to take care of me. I know you'll use me too, but... I'm trusting you. Go ahead. Use me. Just... whatever happens, make sure I'm happy." Her voice got small. "Please."

John couldn't take it any more. He leaned forward, lowering his head. "Okay. I'll make you happy," he said as he lowered his face to Veronica's snatch, his tongue darting out to her clit. "Let's do some tests here."

Veronica's eyes widened as she felt his lips meet her labia, and his tongue flick back and forth. "Oh... oh god..."

"Did you know, Veronica," John said, taking a break from eating her out, "that when I snap my fingers, the physical sensations you feel and your overall sensitivity double? But that as soon as I do it even once, you'll find yourself unable to lie to me?" He may not have been able to get consent, but he figured this might get him somewhere close. He didn't think about any potential knock-on affects from this comment, his head was starting to skip some reasoning steps as he drank in Veronica's juice, his tongue exploring her folds.

A bit breathless, Veronica replied, "no, I had no id-"

*SNAP*

"OH GOD. FUCK." Veronica's head rolled back. It's like she'd had plastic wrap over her pussy her whole life, and all of the sudden it had been RIPPED OFF. Oh god, this sensation was so fucking... her body tightened up, and she started to moan as she came.

"You've never had any issue with multiple orgasms. If anything, you've always cum far, far too easily. With the right mood, even some light nipple play can make you cum." John smiled. She said she wanted to be 'happy'? Easy. Let's fucking go. His tongue snaked across her clit as she came, driving her pleasure forward. After she settled down, he took a moment to speak. "But before we go too too much further, I want to ask you some questions."

Veronica, coming down from her high, sighed contentedly. "Sure, go ahead, whatever you... oooouuugh" And then she sighed again as a gentler orgasm rolled past her, John's tongue going back to work as she spoke. Fuck. These were coming so easily. Just like they always did, she supposed.

"You were really, really quick to pull off your clothes. And you flashed your pussy almost immediately. You've alluded to swallowing my cock, and to me fucking you. I can't tell how much of this is AGS. Do you actually want to do these things?" As John spoke, he sometimes simply spoke into her pussy, letting his tongue drag across her slit as he did. Sometimes, he used a finger to rub her clit as he spoke instead. After he finished, he spit on her clit and attacked her.

FUCK! Veronica started to twitch. When he stopped talking, he clearly expected her to speak - but he also took that time to attack her clit!

Veronica moaned, having trouble getting more than a few words at a time between each heavy breath - sometimes accompanied by a whimper. "Oh, John. I've known you for decades. I know you're not a very sexual person. Oooohhh mmmmmm.... Well, you should know, I definitely am. I've never been too up-front with you about it for fear of disrupting our friendship, but if we were to go for a full friends-with-benefits-type-situation, I'd agree 100%. I just don't think... OoooOOOOH..."