Thank God It’s Monday: Part 1

Monday, 1st. The day a certain Service Rep had been dreading.

The day when this SOMA Rep would be dispatched to take care of Annabel’s needs for the month. Though if you ever call her that she’ll throw a pen cap at you. SOMA Rep-7w7. That’s what his bosses knew him by. He had an actual designation but the higher ups didn’t care, he was just 7w7 to them. Ann was the only one who actually bothered to learn it (Formally Garth D.)from this she made her own personal nicknames for him; like that of “Guardian” and “G”, mostly G though; as Guardian seemed to be her attempt at smoozing him over, since she only calls him that when she want something. She would allow him to call her Ann when they were alone or when he was in charge as she wasn’t much for formality. She preferred to be casual with him. He doesn’t mind all that much. In fact it’s not exactly the helping her part that bothers him, He rather enjoys working for and spending time with her, just hates a certain problem that arises when he brings her along to run her errands.

She normally would want to go by herself but those privileges had been rescinded as a result of her being on “behavioral probation”. Hell, she only recently had been allowed to leave her room, let alone any company headquarters she was currently staying. Why, she wouldn’t elaborate on when asked, but he had already been made aware of it by his superiors and thus was made in charge of said punishment despite both his and her protests. Him; not wanting this responsibility, and Her; not wanting to be in trouble at all!

Usually when this happens he’d be given a list for her needs, wants, and extra resources for the time being and then bring them to her room or she would be accompanied by him and a small task force to protect her or others from her. (Mostly the 2nd) Though having been able to bargain her way out of needing a task force this time, it was just down to him now.

*Just a regular outing to the store to pick up supplies*
He thought, or at least it would have been if she hadn’t decided to tag along under the excuse that she need to “stretch her legs after being cooped up in her room for so long”.

Though she already stopped multiple times for certain personal wants, ones that actively violated the rules of her company parole, the same ones that got her in this mess in the first place, all because he was too soft on her. He need to get her to think before she did things. So he had an idea to reign her in, all he had to do was wait for when, not If but when they stopped again.

~An hour or so later~

After getting almost everything on the list except food and clothes, he thought, maybe he won’t need this plan; he might actually get through this with out another incide-

Just then someone passed them in the aisle. Hearing Ann gasp in shock and joy, he sighed, then took one analyzing glance at the male that had just passed them by. Blue hair, yellow low cut shirt ending just above midriff, sizable bulge in lower sector of shorts, and finally what he was sure had caught her attention; the enormous derrière he was sporting, those shorts he has obviously worn to accentuate as they barely cover it, it was like bowling ball sized moons resting on two tree trunk shaped thighs and calves, he strutted his cart away, carrying a blue and purple haired child on it, stopping just out of earshot and arched his back, looking downward to ask the child a question. From where they were standing his back almost seemed to dissipate behind the two hills that were his rear.

Ann: “G-Guardian..!”

G(Thinking):*I just had to Jinx it.* “Yes?”
He said knowing exactly what she wanted, as he prepared to put his plan into action.

Ann: (points toward the blue hair boy)"GUARDIAN! I wanna TAP THAAAAT!"

G: "No miss, you've already had five victims this week, all completely used up."
"And it's only Monday afternoon!"

THIS. This right here. Why they had to make multiple stops and probably the reason she even wanted to come in the first place, she was a futanari; the constant experimentation by the SOMA corporation, per her request, being the cause. Ann couldn’t keep it in her pants for a second, “stretch her legs”, the only legs getting stretched were those of any male or female who’s personality or (more often than not) assets she found appealing enough to want to make them her “Playmates”! This he found out when he realized she had such took a liking to him as well. At least until she found he didn’t have a certain “port” that was required for what she wanted. He imagined that they had made that mistake with his predecessors, which is why they didn’t do the same for him.

Ann: “Well, what’s one more gonna hurt, come ooooooon I need it!!!”

G: “No you don’t, besides your still grounded for breaking one of your previous business partners.”

This being the exact reason she was punished in the first place, during a crucial merger for SOMA, a super-drug made by a company of the same name that also serves as Ann's Home/Occupation/caretakers. They handle everything in this city from pharmaceuticals to military operations. Though the chemical itselfs main trait is the unnaturally high level of hormones it contains, causing rapid....development. It can be liquefied, powdered, swallowed, substituted as food, used as skin care formula, clothing and much much more due to an impossibly high level of reaction with biological objects, Ann had persuaded a rival CEO’s daughter to have a rather interesting altercation with her. Said CEO’s “Innocent baby girl” as he put it, being a closet exhibitionist, had suggested to do it in the most taboo place possible, as you would expect the merger was called off forcing SOMA to risk a hostile takeover, the chairwoman blew a fuse as they had clearly stated that mixing business with pleasure was strictly forbidden!

Ann look back fondly on the memories of that day but quickly took to defending herself.
Ann: But it was her idea!

G: You knew who she was and how critical of a situation SOMA was in yet went ahead with it anyway, their still trying to power wash the stains off the walls!

Ann: “Yeah, but it was an accident, I didn’t know that much would come out and besides it’s not like she didn’t enjoy it.”

G: “That doesn’t change the fact that you still shouldn’t have done it, we don’t need another perfectly huge booty getting ruined again.”

Ann: “Well, your in charge of how long this punishment lasts and what it is. Just let me have this and I’ll start it later, how’s that!?”
G:Start? It was almost over and You violated it like five fucks ago.
He said in a dead pan voice, trying to keep up the appearance of disappointment, and not burst with laughter. Even though this was pretty much standard for and would get in the way of work, he was impressed I’m she got more ass than a toilet seat.
Ann: “Ohhhhh, well...uh This time I’ll definitely stick to it. I swear”

G:“ANN...”

Ann: “Oh come on, Please oh please please!!!”
G: I don’t know...
Ann: I’ll do anything! Look, he’s gonna leave soon!

G: “Anything Hmm, Alright How’s this; I’ll let you have your fun but you have to take any worse punishment I decided and you can’t change it unless it’s back to the original, Deal?”

Ann: “Deal, Deal, DEAL!!! Thank you thank you thank yo-”

The young girl bounced up and down eagerly, unaware of the misstep she just made in her haste. She usually knows to check for loopholes in a deal before agreeing, she herself had use that against others many times, And if she had been more clearheaded she probably would’ve been much more particular with her bargaining...

Ann: “I’ll go get him!” Rearing to rush off and sweet talk the male into having some fun with her. G stops her before she can move.

G: Oh no, we still haven’t discussed this so-called worse punishment...
A mischievous and foreboding tone slipping into his voice as he relayed the words.

Ann: Huh Oh...uh..ok-well, what is it?

G: Well when I said that, I couldn’t help but wonder what could be a worse punishment...

Ann: Alright, but where is this going? Ann getting more apprehensive of what she had just agreed too.

G: Well the thing is, I thought what could be worse than an ironic one...(smug grin)

Ann: An ironic punish-what do you mean...
G: (Grins...)
Ann: hold on a-No..NO! NOOOOO....

G: “Yep, you can have your fun with any partner of your choice...















except That One.” As he point to the blue hair male in question.



Ann: “NO FAIR, YOU CAN’T DO THAT, you tricked me!” (pouts) I changed my mind, the deal’s off.

G: Perfectly fine, we’ll just go back to the original punishment where not only are you still not allowed screw him but now you can’t screw anyone until it’s over, so what are you gonna do, take it or leave it?

Ann: “WHAT! I-YOU mmmmm! You....Your a lot more clever than they give you credit, huh.”

G: Thank you!

Ann: I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming! I do this to sorta thing all the time, Urghh...

G: Mmhmm, always check the fine print, isn’t that what they always say back at hq, though all things considered I think it’s a proper way doing this.

Ann: But-but-his ass...

G: Is now off limits to you, so your just gonna have to choose somebody else; young lady.
Unless you rather we scrap this deal and you go back to your original punishment...

Ann(Grumbles): Fine! If I find someone I like, I’ll get them instead, not like I find another like that.

G: Come on. We both know you will, as much as I hate to admit it, you do have a great sense for this sort of thing.

Ann(smile): heh hee, yeah, I guess your right!

Ann(Thinking): *Alright, Who else can I choose? Hmm I’m not seeing anyone I would pic-wait...who is that!? It looks like Arthur, those look like his clothes bu-*


Ann: “!!!...”

To Be Continued