Chapter 3: The Buttlicking Bruiser -- Becca
Dennis cowered beneath the looming figure of Becca, her powerful frame casting a formidable shadow on the lab's cold, sterile floor. "What the hell is this, Dennis?" she barked, her voice echoing off the high ceilings. She held aloft a small, cube-like device, its metallic sheen harsh under the lab's intense lights.
"Becca, you don't understand..." Dennis stammered, his gaze locked on the humming device. His protest was silenced as Becca's fist connected with his face. Blood sprayed, his body crumpling to the floor. His plea echoed in the room, "You can't take it away, She'll... She'll kill me."
Ignoring his desperate cries, she left the room with the cube. The device was a mystery, etched with a symbol she'd seen on crates at Ruth's base. Entering the meeting room, she felt an eerie quietness. Usually abuzz with team chatter, it was now empty. She placed the cube on the table, its hum growing louder as it vibrated in response to her touch.
Becca began to wander around the room, her fingers brushing the cool surface of the table. The hum of the device filled the room, its noise oddly soothing. She took a seat, resting her chin on her muscular forearms, her eyes growing heavy as she waited for her team.
Becca remembers feeling herself strong ever since she was 10. She was wearing her favorite blue jeans and a worn-out t-shirt, a total tomboy. Kyle was a nasty little boy, a head shorter than her, yet he was considered scary somehow by her peers and kept bullying them. She tolerated his existence, not caring too much about his actions until he hit Alice, her best friend. Becca saw it all, instantly becoming enraged, her fists ready to pummel Kyle who was too busy shouting profanities at her to protect himself. Becca stood in front of crying Alice, and with a quick swing... found herself dropping to her knees in front of him, her lips forming an apology she didn't understand. "Yes, Kyle, I apologize for me and Alice being stupid cunts," she mumbled, her voice small and defeated. Her hands, once balled into fists, now gently wiped the dirt from his shoes. She noticed her blouse getting dirtied from kneeling, her stockings developing runs, her light pink skirt around her waist.
"Becca, you're my personal shoe cleaner," Kyle jeered, his voice echoing around the playground. The words were venomous, his slurs slicing through her. And without a second thought, she leaned in, her tongue extending to lick the dirt off his shoes.
"Now, strip, Becca. Show them what a loser looks like."
And she did. She stripped off her skirt, her pink panties on display, a flush of humiliation and a strange exhilaration running through her. "Now, your friend Alice," Kyle ordered. And again, she obeyed. She tugged down Alice's skirt, revealing her friend's white panties to the gathering crowd, the sound of Alice's sobs a cruel soundtrack to her humiliation.
With a start, Becca woke up. The meeting room was still deserted. She felt a chill crawl up her spine, the taste of dust and shame heavy in her mouth. The memory twisted and distorted felt too real, too vivid.
Becca roused from the disturbing dream, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was empty, the humming device now silent. She rose from her chair, her muscles stiff from her awkward position. Picking up the device, she frowned at it, a shiver running down her spine. She decided to find the others, her mind still reeling from the dream.
In her quarters, she placed the device on her desk, her gaze drawn to her own reflection in the mirror. Becca's reflection stared back at her, her strong, confident figure a stark contrast to the unsettling dream she'd just had. Memories flooded back to her; she was twelve, her face beaming with pride, a trophy in her hands. Her classmates cheered, their applause ringing in her ears. They were so glad to have her on the team; the position of a team captain was safely secured, because they always kept Becca... the last to be picked because she could do nothing on a field.
Tears welled up in her eyes as the laughter of her classmates echoed around her. She was in the locker room, alone, dismissed early from the game. The smell of sweaty socks and sneakers filled the air, and Becca found herself drawn to it. She picked up a sneaker, its smell strangely alluring as she brought it closer to her nose, inhaling deeply.
Meanwhile, Tess was dealing with Ashley's increasingly childlike behavior. Ashley sat on the floor, her legs kicking in the air playfully as she giggled.
"Ash, sweetie, let's change your diaper, okay?" Tess suggested, trying to sound casual despite her concern.
Ashley's giggles turned into full laughter as she flopped onto her back. "Okay, Tessie! But you have to play horsey after!"
Tess smiled, picking up a fresh diaper and a packet of baby wipes. "Alright, Ash. But only if you promise to eat all your dinner tonight."
Ashley agreed enthusiastically, her eyes wide and innocent as Tess started to unfasten her diaper. The smell wasn't too bad, but Tess still wrinkled her nose. Ashley, meanwhile, was making faces at her, sticking out her tongue and giggling.
"I love you cleaning my pee-pee, Tessie!" Ashley cooed, her little hands patting Tess's arm.
Tess blushed a little, but kept her composure. "Okay, sweetheart," she said, smiling as she gently cleaned Ashley's folds and clitoris, causing the girl to giggle and squirm a bit. "There we go, all clean."
Ashley beamed at the praise, clapping her hands together. "Yay, Tessie! Now horsey ride!"
The strange situation came to an end, leaving Tess with a smile on her face and a growing worry in her heart. Becca, on the other hand, was left feeling flushed and confused, her mind a whirl of corrupted memories.
Becca was an extremely fierce competitor in her school's debate team. The topic for the state-level competition was 'The Impact of Artificial Intelligence on Human Jobs.' 16 year old Becca had prepared extensively, spending countless hours in the library studying books, articles, and reports. She had memorized her speech word by word, knowing how to counter every possible argument her opponents could throw at her.
"Good evening, my name is Becca, and I will be representing Jefferson High," she started confidently, but just as she was about to deliver her well-prepared speech...
"Good evening, my...uh...my name is...uh," she stumbled over her words, her confident demeanor replaced by a shaky, anxious one.
The opponents from the rival school, namely Roger and Melissa, shared a smug look, while her own teammates, Janet and Mark, looked at her with concern. The host of the debate, Mr. Williams, tried to offer her an encouraging smile, but it didn't help.
"Looks like Jefferson High is off to a shaky start," Roger smirked, earning a few chuckles from the audience.
After the disastrous performance, their debate coach, Ms. Reynolds, was visibly disappointed. "I'm afraid our team will be in charge of cleaning the debate hall as a penalty," she announced.
"I...I'll clean the bathrooms," Becca quickly volunteered, her words surprising her teammates and even herself. But deep down, she felt an odd thrill at the thought of being near the toilet seats where her teammates and opponents had sat.