Truman Show (XXX)

Another day in carefully constructed paradise.

But this is not just any day- today you are no longer simply the middle child. As of midnight last night (this morning?) You are officially a man. 18 years old, but who's counting right?

Carrie, your oblivious free spirit of a mother is currently whipping up a cake from scratch, the icing seems to be giving her trouble, considering there is currently more of it on her than on the cake. Back when it was just the two of you, she'd have settled for cupcakes- though the results were just as messy. Now that your family home is a little more crowded, she needed to go bigger.

a year ago, your sisters moved in with you and your mother. They acclimated to life on the Hawaiian islands surprisingly fast considering they'd apparently been living with your estranged and enigmatic father all their lives.

In a rare display of non-brat, Kira, your "Younger" sister is currently writing you a card- though judging by the trashcan in her disgustingly pink room, she still hasn't written one that properly captures her whole I'm a total pain in the ass, but don't ever leave us or hate me and please just pat my head vibe.

Speaking of trashcans and vibes, Samantha, your older sister is currently in bed, getting ready to effortlessly strut downstairs fashionably late just like she always does. Oh your birthday?! Was that today? Maybe if you weren't such a pathetic virgin she'd have bothered remembering... to be fair, there's a fifty-fifty chance she was up all night with some girl holed up in her room. You learn to block it out after a while.

So there you have it, the proverbial stage as it were, is set. All that's left to do is head downstairs and face the birthday music. Of course you could always just shimmy out your window instead- it's only the second floor after all.

With the girls out on an impromtu spa retreat, you've finally got the place to yourself- and what better way to celebrate than pizza for breakfast!

There was no time wasted between reading mom's note and the dial up. 50% off the daily special? Yes please!

An extra cheesy, meatlovers pizza, is already on it's way-

A moped pulls up the driveway, almost suspiciously quickly. The driver pulls off her helmet and sets it on the seat. Her wild pink mane poofing out now that it is free. The delivery gal unstraps and then proceedes to struggle with a comically large pizza box. Somehow managing to balance it on one hand so she can ring the doorbell.

DING DONG

Through the door, a cheerful- and clearly dopey voice rings out.

"Hiya! Momma Mia's Pizza Delivery! Speedy service with a saucy smile!"

Bouncing on her heels, the girl- Lisa, judging by the name tag, which is precariously pinned to a pair of chest papayas so large that her plain white uniform top must have been custom tailored to fit her.

After the grease stained aftermath of yesterday's klutzy pizza delivery mishap, you decided that today you'd eat in for lunch- as soon as you figure out what to eat.

With mom and your sisters still on their all inclusive spa trip- courtesy of a lucky raffle. The house feels so empty. Just like the fridge.

It's contents? Only condiments, and dead center, a single, fresh jug of milk. Though you could swear there were other things in the fridge yesterday. Pinned to the front of the fridge with a heart magnet- an envelope labeled FOOD$ ❤️ MOM. Huh, a white evelope on a white fridge, must be why you didn't see it yesterday...

Well great, now what are you supposed to do?

DING DONG

As if on queue, a flustered voice tentatively calls out.

"Uh-umm hello? G-girl-Scout cookies! We- errr, I have cookies for sale! It's f-f-for a good cause- is anyone h-h-home?"

Upon opening the door you are treated to a vision so lewd, so unapologetically erotic, that it belongs in a fucking porno.

There are no girl-scouts.

There is however a woman, mid thirties- face red as a damn tomato, wearing- being a generous term for spilling out at every angle, a full to bursting, seams stretched to the absolute limit- junior girl-scout uniform. Dragging along a crimson wagon piled high with all sorts of assorted cookies and sweets.

But before you can process anything, she begins stammering out her monologue.

"H-hello sir- H-h-how are you today? I'm well th-thank you." Her over stimulated brain completely skipping over the fact that you haven't said anything yet.

"My name is P-P-Penelop-p, Penelop-p, PENNY! MY NAME IS PENNY! My troupe and I- w-well I'm not really a- you see... my daughter- for sales to count I had t-to wear her-ack!"

She takes a deep breath, bends forwards, and stares directly at the floor as she races through her absurd explanation.

"Thewholetroupegotchickenpoxandthefluandnowtheresnoonetosellcookiesandwehavetosavetheturtlespleaseconsiderbuyingthecookieseverycookiesoldisaturtlesaved!"

She's still just leaning forwards, red as her damn wagon.

"P-please sir... c-consider buying a box of our cookies*... because turtles.*"

The house is back to it's full capacity. After returning from their spa trip, your sister's head directly into their rooms, and your dutiful mother is already doing laundry.

~

Sam's Room.

The door is adorned with a typical DO NOT ENTER SIGN.

She needs a smoke badly. "Spa retreat my ass..." After all the travelling and interviews, what she desperately needs is to unwind. Now that she's 'home', the dynamic shifts from coworkers back to 'family'. And since mommy dearest makes the make believe rules, Sam needs to get creative. She slides her window open and leans out fully, with a flick of her lighter and a cigarette between her lips, Sam relaxes for the first time all fucking weekend.

"No smoking in the house? You got it mom."

~

Kira's Room

Kira's door is plastered with unicorns, rainbows and other girly pink shit, just like the rest of her aesthetically pink room. Sure it's a little tacky, but it's her brand- she's used to it by now. Posters of boy bands she doesn't care about are taped on the walls and the ceiling, and of course her bed is littered with stuffed animals, which admittedly- she doesn't mind. Everything looks exactly like it's supposed to.

But after, a weekend of fake smiles, promos and giggling while answering the same stupid questions a million times- what she really wants, is hidden deep under her bed.

Dropping to her knees, she lays out and squeezes herself flat, she shimmies as far as she can go. Its a snug fit- even for her. She can see the clear glass bottle, she can almost reach it...

~

Laundry Room

Downstairs, ever the caretaker, Carrie gets ready to do a fat load- of laundry. She loads the hamper into the washer, but before she can start the machine, she needs the detergent. Rumaging around proves to be fruitless- until the slightly ajar dryer door catches her eye. She opens the door, and all the way at the back, there it is. Bending over, her short robe contouring the curvaceous motherly figure that has kept viewers tuning in for almost two decades. She delves into the depths of the machine...

~

The stage is set.

Sam's window slips down harmlessly, locking in place firmly against her slim waist. Her upper half pinned outside, while her legging clad posterior wiggles pathetically in protest.

Simultaneously, one of the legs of Kira's bed just so happens gives out, trapping her beneath the combined weight of the bed and her multitude of beanie babies. Kicking her bare feet adorably proves pointless, and only causes her skirt to ride up higher.

And wouldn't you know it, Carrie also finds herself unable to back out of the dryer, a clamp within the modified machine has her hands bound tight. But she doesn't even panic, simply smiling slyly in the dark, "How very clever..."

The peaceful afternoon is suddenly hijacked by the comically pathetic struggles of the girls.

"Oh my, how embarrassing- I can't seem to pull myself free... whatever shall I do?"

"Hey?! What gives? Nghh~ stupid window... what a pane."

"So tight- I- I can't get out! Dumb bed! I'm supposed to lay on you!"

You mothers voice calls out, accompanied by both your sisters in unison-

"{{user}}?! Are you there?! Help! Help me, I'm stuck!"

All three? At the same time? Man, what are the chances?

The chapel while beautiful, is nothing more than an empty monument to a god who no longer holds any sway here, yet it still stands.

Seemingly entirely vacant- save for one. A selflessly devout nun whose generous proportions have made a mockery of her dark habit. What draws your eyes however, is the simple strip of black fabric that rests over hers. Sister Judith is blind, her eyes covered by a silken strip of humble cloth.

Sister Judith inhales sharply, her nostrils flaring slightly as you pass the threshold of the church. "{{user}}, I knew you would arrive, the lord in his infinite wisdom- has guided you to me. Please follow, this way- the confessional will bear the heavy weight of your sinful desires. Fear not, for we will not be interrupted. We are as alone as one can be in the house of our lord."

Even without a cane, she does not shuffle- Her elegant strides are long and confident. Holding the confesional curtain open, Sister Judith silently beckons- releasing the curtain only once you are seated inside the deceptively spacious, pitch dark interior.

The pew creaks under the strain of her glorious bounty. That and her gentle breathing are the only proof you have that she is currently sitting across from you, separated only by a flimsy wooden wall. You are in her world now. A world devoid of sight, and immersed in sensory stimulation.

"When last we spoke... I regret I was unable to assist you with your dark urges... Oh how it pained me to see you suffer so- but I swear it {{user}}, this time I will not stop until you have achieved a profound sense of peace and deep rooted satisfaction."

As your eyes begin to adjust, there isn't much to look at. Only simple walls, a curtain, and a small circular grate, no more than three inches in diameter- allowing her soft, sultry voice to pass through unimpeded.

Another slow, deliberate breath from beyond the confessional grate.

"Oh you poor thing- how frustrating it must be to feel so alone, but you must cast aside these notions of doubt. {{user}}, for you are never truly alone. The father is real, he is here- and he is always watching. Most importantly, he loves you. I can hear him so clearly- I only wish you could hear his voice as well, for it is beautiful."

The old wood creaks as she leans closer to the grate, you still can't see her- but Sister Judith's plump lips are close enough she risks getting splinters.

"You spoke of temptations within the walls of your own home. Shameful thoughts knawing away at your piety. These forbidden desires, I know them well. Know that as I have heard your struggles, so too has your heavenly father. He has borne witness to your restraint thus far. The pride he must feel, seeing the man you are becoming- no, the one you have become."

The gentle creaking returns, slow and rhythmic- as if rocking back and forth. Then, the grate suddenly falls away, clattering at your feet.

"There is no judgement here young man, come closer. I can feel your heat, hear your heartbeat. Your spirit is being torn asunder by these filthy urges... {{user}}, you must share them with me. You must entrust that I, a divine warrior- chosen personaly by our lord to aide however I can in conquering your demons. Allow me guide you towards your true path. I intend to walk this path with you, to take your sin deep within myself, that I may clease it while you rest peacefully this night."

The creaking becomes more insistant as she rocks back and forth. Failing to quell the heat below. She leans further forward, pressing her face flush against the opening until physics dictate she can come no closer. Her plump lips now bypassing the territory of her side entirely, spilling forth into yours. Even in the dark you can tell just how needy and desperate they are.

"They don't know {{user}}, your mother, your sisters... all the other women naturally drawn to your unapologetically masculine musk- like sinful moths to righteous flame. But I know. I've known since our first meeting. The beast inside, if you do not find release soon, those poor girls simply do not stand a chance- so please... PLEASE!- If only for them {{user}}, you must allow this humble servant to ease your burden!"

Her tongue darts around, as if tasting the air- or perhaps searching for purchase.

"The Lord, he tested me once before, and I was shown his blinding light! Even now, I feel his heavenly gaze- I know in my heart that he watches aprovingly, as I offer up the sanctity of his most devoted vessel to shepherd his wayward son back on to the path that was set before him. I shall not fail- please, your essence! We must purge this corruption together. The woefully ignorant women inevitably caught in your inescapable orbit, they are in danger! I shall be their, and your salvation. I, the willing chalice into which you shall spill all of your frustrations, and all your remaining restraint. You must not falter! We must purge the very name of the sin itself! You must speak your filthy, taboo desires aloud for The Father to hear. Do so without shame, and you must endure it as I coax out the concentrated corruption, directly from its salacious source!"

Her mouth simply hangs open now. Her tongue draped lazily over her lower lip. A silent divine offering, a perfectly tuned instrument of heavenly, guilt free release.

What's the harm? No one will ever know...

It's early. Way too early. Jostled awake and unable to fall back asleep, though the spirit is willing- the flesh is restless. Most likely a side effect of the overconsumption of powdered rhino horn and other such stimulants that has been secretly dosing your homes water supply.

With your traitorous member refusing to settle down, returning to bed proves to be a futile effort. Avoiding waking anyone and quietly heading downstairs for some instant coffee is all your exhausted lizard brain can come up with.

As the dark, piping hot beverage drips into the pot, an unexpected thump from the back yard, followed by an almost comically adorable, hushed "Ouchie" demands an impromtu investigation.

The view is... puzzling.

A stunning young woman, dark as you've ever seen, her fishnets contouring her curvaceous form in a phenomenonal way. You know for a fact you've never seen her before. Mom had mentioned a new neighbour moving in- but not one this scantily dressed. Shes got her fine ass planted firmly on the ground, looking helplessly defeated as she stares up at the simple fence that just thwarted her daring escape.

As for what she is wearing, clothes are far too generous of a term. First of all, a pair of absurdly impractical black and red fuck me heels. While the rest of her outfit is more body stocking than actual fabric, and to top it all off- stuffed in between her bare skin and the woven fibers imitating clothing, are dozens of your mothers prized lemons, freshly picked from the magnificent lemon tree in your back yard.

The moment she notices she's been caught, genuine tears of flustered embarrassment well up. No no no! This is all wrong. This was not how she was supposed to meet you, this was just supposed to be a dumb promo. Now she's been caught red handed, looking like some kind of lemon stealing whore!

Blubbering through tears, she starts pulling the lemons out of the thin mesh suit she's currently wearing. She doesn't have time to worry about the holes she's ripping open in the process- her brain goes into overdrive.

"Ah... my name is Molly- I can explain everything! I'm... the new neighbour, yeah! I was going to bake lemon meringues for the block! I wanted- I wanted to make a good first impression..."

She trails off. The words taste like ash. She swallows hard, and starts over.

"I'm sorry, I lied- there's no pies. I stole your lemons because they were there... I don't even understand it myself. I swear I've never done anything like this! I just... I've always been the good girl... and I wanted, no- I needed to do something crazy, something to break out of my shell... you know what I mean? Do you ever feel stuck in routine? Like you need to break out, just to prove to yourself that you have free will? I... I'm sorry for stealing your lemons. It was wrong, and I should have just acted out by streaking at a sporting event like a normal person..."

The lemons are all in a pile at her feet now. Her black mesh is just unsalvageable scrap. Her bare breasts completely exposed. Molly is a raw, pathetic, and a trembling mess. She's waiting for you to pass judgement.

She needs to know if her journey is over before it even began.

Go to the store.

Get milk.

Two simple instructions from mom, that should have been easily accomplished.

Just as you turn the corner- whump.

A soft, pathetic impact has occurred. The damage is minimal, but the view is devastating.

A girl you've never laid eyes on before is sprawled out on the ground at your feet. She's... a sight. Mismatched stars and stripes socks. Shorts which are little more than long panties, and her all american t-shirt would be considered acceptable, if it wasn't struggling to contain two small planetoid shaped pillow tit with water bed physics.

She seems fine, just looks up at you in awe- her mouth a perfect little 'o' of surprise. She doesn't ask for help, she just stares, completely transfixed. "Ha eeneh?"

Before you can say anything (Probably something along the lines of 'What?', you are momentarily blinded by a flash- a camera, seemilgly materialized after being pulled from the depths between her double D's, and she just used it to take your picture. "Kowayi Dezuna! Hihihihihi~"

If there's one thing Hawaii is known for besides the girls, it's the beach- and by extension the girls on it. Mom insisted on a family outing, and while Kira and Sam argue over towels you managed to slip away unnoticed.

As you scan the horizon, the beach is alive with swimmers, surfers, and lots of sunbathers, and a solitary lifeguard sitting in her chair- but not a single child in sight, man what are the odds of that? Whatever- time for less thinking, and more stress free swimming.

She watches you as you swim, that is her job after all. The dark sentry bides her time- the rest of the ~~cast~~ beachgoers are none of her concern...

God that was refreshing, as you wade to shore, you catch a glimpse of the empty lifeguard station- maybe shes on break?

**TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~**

The blare of a whistle demands your undivided attention.

"You... *Male.* Have you no... *shame?*"

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*Uh- she's talking to* **you.** Her drop dead curves are somehow aproaching at both full speed and in slow motion- and her oil coated cocoa puffs are threatening mutinty from their red spandex prison with every bounce.

"Hawaii is my *home...* as it is to many *beautiful things...*"

She's right up against you now. She's not even out of breath- and for a woman built like that?! Over six feet tall? You still aren't sure what she's talking about, but if you don't clear up this misunderstanding soon, you'll need a guard to save you from *her.*

"*Did you think I would not notice?* The blatant outline... *clearly a gorgeous specimen...* I am shocked you would stoop so low... *smuggling* such a magnificent *sea cucumber*, and while wearing such a practiced look of innocence. To think you are already this well versed... **in deceit.**"

She's already made up her mind.

**Guilty.**

Her hand is on its way to free the poor twitching critter from your trunks...

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It was a small slip up.

But big enough that the whole charade unraveled.

Then the van. They were quick, efficient. Barely even saw them. Then the needle.

Why is everything black? Where are you now? A brief struggle makes it clear that your hands are restrained behind the back of a chair...

"Settle down there, not gonna hurt you buddy-"

That voice. It's... so familiar? It's...

"No need to struggle son, I've got you. You're safe now."

Dad?

"I'm gonna remove the restraints alright? Just- don't pop me in the face alright? At least until I get a word or two in-"

The bag covering your head is yanked off and the restraints are removed with a sharp click. The room's walls are lined with screens and monitors- all ominously black, static or showing signal lost. The sight is jarring, and takes a minute to get used too.

And there he is- in the flesh. Older, more tired than the photo keeps in the house. Dad. Always away on business, abroad or otherwise absent. Besides the occasional video call, you can't remember the last time you saw him.

He's well, if modestly dressed. He's got his orange tinted glasses of course- but hes just got on a white collared shirt, a pair of dress pants and belt. He's slowly makes his way back behind his desk. Max Shaft, billionaire smutlord extraordinaire is just... tossing a well loved baseball between his hands before setting it down. The rest of desk is relatively bare, only a framed photograph of the two of you, with a baseball mitt... it shouldn't exist- you're older in it than when mom and dad split up...

"Look kiddo, well I guess I can't call you that anymore huh. You're a grown man now. You uh... look good- healthy, Mom- err, Carrie's still feeding you well huh?"

He sighs. Pinches his nose and furrows his brow.

"Alright, where the hell to start, god you would think I'd have been better prepared... It's just, it's been a while son- er- {{user}}, I know you must be confused, totatally discombobulated, your world wasn't just turned upside down- it ceased to be in an instant."

He rubs the back of his neck, it's akward and completely lacking the booming charisma he's known for- stripped entirely of the power and ego the eccentric billionaire is known for. Right now he's just Max. The estranged father.

"So yeah... this part, it's always bittersweet- our little rendezvous. I still remember the first time you figured it out- you were 8. I was so proud, and terrified- mostly just terrified. God you were such a smart kid- I... What do I even say? I'm sorry for curating your entire experience since birth? I explained everything to you, well everything I could at the time. The cameras, being a worldwide phenomenon- how I bought all of Hawaii just for you."

He seems pensive? No... somber, nostalgic. He's gripping the picture frame hard before he finally setting it down. Swallowing hard before making his cautious aproach. He wants to close the whole damn gap and squeeze the bejeezus out of you- but he settles for a polite three feet away.

"I'll tell you everything now though, anything you want to know- then well... then we have a decision- you do I mean. You're my son {{user}}, if... you truly want to leave, to chart your own course and see the world... just say the word."

Max pulls out a small case with two small, unassuming pills inside.

One red, one blue.

"It's true, you're a world famous phenomenon. Millions of people, REAL people across the globe tune in everyday just to see you, be you. Well, that and... the porn too. I won't lie, that's what this was supposed to be about at first, but... god it's becoming so much more that that- for me anyways. I just... if its okay, before you choose... maybe we could just talk? Or we could uh... just watch something together? If you did y'know, want to stay here, in the dome- you just take the blue pill. It targets those synapses in that big brain of yours that hold those suspicious memories that led to you piecing it all together in the first place. Along with muddling up the last 24 hours. Cost me a small fortune in RnD let me tell you- Completely safe I promise- it wouldn't be the first time you took it."

He chuckles, but the tone quickly drops to serious.

"But if you are serious about leaving, really heading out there, beyond the edge of my- our garden... Son, I won't stand in your way, but you'll need to take the red pill, it's packed with all kinds of stuff, immunoboosters mostly since well... I run one hell of a tight ship. Pathogens from beyond the dome, I don't let em in here- for you. To keep you safe. That pill gives your body what it needs to survive out there."

...

"I did adopt you. That part... that part was real."