Chapter #8Chica the boysitter and her special voicebox by: Former182   Before Gregory could react, a pair of strong hands grabbed him and picked him off the ground.
"Oh, wow! A cute boy after hours? I'm not sure if you're naughty or if I'm lucky?" Glamrock Chica said. She briefly leaned in close before she said, "Maybe it's both, my cute Chicadee?"
"Let me go!" Gregory said, trying to break free of Glamrock Chica's iron grip.
"Let me think about it," Glamrock Chica said before looking up and humming for a little bit. She looked back at Gregory before she said, "Nope! Not until either your parents or the Security guard tells me otherwise."
She began to walk back to her room, saying, "Oh, we're going to have so much fun, my cute Chicadee."
Glamrock Chica leaned in close and made a few sniffing motions. "But first, some new clothes."
"They're fine! Let me go!" Gregory spat.
Glamrock Chica held Gregory in the air with one hand holding his shirt, her other began to grope his crotch, and she began to sing some song that sounded kind of erotic.
"What are you... No. Stop..." Gregory uttered as a feeling began to well up in his crotch. He tried to resist, but soon cummed a few times, ruining his shorts.
"See? you need new clothes, my messy Chicadee," Glamrock Chica said as she wiped her free hand against his shirt..
"You... your fault," a weakened Gregory uttered as they entered Glamrock Chica's room. She first grabbed a few things from the makeup desk and tossed them near the red couch.
"Maybe, but you'll thank me when I'm done," Glamrock Chica replied as she headed to the couch.
She placed him on the couch and quickly ripped the clothes off of him. After She then placed Pink Chica-themed girl's underwear and clothes on him.
By that time, Gregory had recovered. He stood up and angrily said, "Hey! What the? These are girl's clothes!"
He then pointed at the thick pink wristbands and anklebands, asking, "And what are these?"
"Well, I thought those clothes would look cuter on you and I was right!" Glamrock Chica cooed, clasping her hands together in delight. "As for the bands, they're experimental, but based on some old Security Bracelets, but with a new twist."
She narrowed her eyes before making a clicking noise.
The bands on Gregory pulled him to the couch and forced him to sit on it. He was unable to pull his limbs more than a few inches away the couch.
Glamrock Chica turned around and wiggled her large behind, barely covered by her pink leotard.
"What are you doing?" Gregory asked with growing fear in his tone.
As her butt grew closer to Gregory, Glamrock answered, "You're my cute little Chicadee who needs to be in a nest and I'm a lovely bird with an awesome behind shaped from great food and good exercise."
"No," Gregory uttered before Glamrock Chica sat on his lap. Though the texture still felt like rubbery-silicon, her large rear was very soft and jiggly.
"If you want, my cute Chicadee, feel free to curl up in a circle, right under my butt for better warmth," Glamrock Chica cooed before she began to sing again. The song made Gregory...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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