Author's Note: A shorter chapter than we've seen for a while, but it seemed to serve its purpose fully for this scene. Enjoy. ;)

I’d finished spending all my allotted points a while before Isabella finally finished her punishment. With a weary sigh, she finally managed to count all the way down to zero, and then she just plopped against the back of the couch and dropped her arms to her sides. She was drenched in sweat, and looked exhausted, and I was certain the couch was going to have an ‘Isabella scent’ probably for the rest of its existence.

All in all, I thought she looked quite vulnerable and stunning, and I clapped after a few moments of simply staring at her. Much to my amusement, she was so tired she didn’t even try to move her legs from the nice position they’d been in for the last few hours. Her ankles were still on each armrest of the couch, and I had a perfect view of her bottom and the earring she’d had me place there previously.

“Just stow it.” Isabella said exhaustedly. “I did it,” she continued in a voice that I wasn’t certain was satisfied with herself, or upset at me. A little of both, I imagine.

Coughing lightly, I decided to tell the girls of how I’d spent my allocated points. “Well, ummm, while you were so enthusiastically providing a nice bit of entertainment for us, I finished my personal alterations on Brandr.”

“So what happened to her?” Isabella asked. “Something nice and horrible, I hope.” Slowly Isabella sat up and pulled each leg down and then crossed it under her, where she made a light “ooohhh” of either pleasure or pain at finally getting them off the armrest.

She took a moment to look Brandr up and down, and then sighed. “She doesn’t really look any different.“ She sounded disappointed and Brandr stuck her tongue out at her. I couldn’t help but smirk at the exchange.

“Well,” I started, “I’m not just some brainless Creeper Boy, like you girls seem to think. I tried to spend the points in a way that might help us all in the long run. I really didn’t do too many things just for my own selfish reasons you know.”

“Ho ho ho,” chuckled Isabella. “So there were at least some things for your own selfish reasons. Let’s hear what they were first. I hope it was something nice and juicy!”

“Something was juicy anyway,” came the gentle thought of Brandr’s through the group chat, while she stared at the visibly wet cushion Isabella was sitting on.

“Well,” I had to swallow a laugh, “to be honest, all I really did for my own enjoyment was make her a bit softer and maybe a little more sensitive in a few pointed areas.” Slowly I patted my lap and told her, “Brandr come on over here for a moment.” I really didn’t know how she felt about me bossing her around yet, but she got up from the floor and walked over and sat down in my lap without any complaint.

Even from the start, she felt considerably softer in my lap. The firm harshness of her frame wasn’t grinding into my hip like it had been last night when she sat here. Instead, there was warm and cushiony feeling lightly weighing down my lap. The best way I could describe it is it felt like a giant warm marshmallow had just sat down in my lap. Gently I felt her muscular arm, and it too had a very soft and gentle feel to it. I could see her muscular frame, but she felt like her body was more gentle pillow than hard-trained warrior woman to me!

“You know, I think I could get used to using you for a pillow at nights,” I told her. Slowly Brandr looked down and stared at her own breasts for a moment.

“Oh! No. no. no! You misunderstand,” I tried to clear up what I’d meant before they came to the wrong conclusion. “I was talking about maybe using your leg for a lap pillow. Not that!”

“Oh, we understand.” Isabella giggled. “You’d rather have your face in her crotch than on her breasts. Now we know a bit more about what type of guy you are.”

“Wai.. wait a moment!” I stammered. “I said pillow, not blanket or earmuffs!” Isabella just giggled while Brandr actually squirmed a little in my lap.

Coughing to move on, I tried to continue. “And anyway, let me finish.” I wasn’t going into detail right now about which areas I’d made more sensitive. I’d mentioned it, so they couldn’t say I covered it up or lied about it, and it wasn’t my fault if we moved on without going into a lot of details over everything.

“I was trying to think about what a girl might like, so for a few points I took her hair from her body and fixed her ponytail so it’d never mat up or tangle.” Brandr first felt back to feel her ponytail and then she looked down closer at her arms and legs.

“Oh, we see.” Isabella was giggling again. “You’ve like seeing my smooth bottom so much, you weren’t going to let her have any hair there either. Is she going to get a piercing or two later to help show things off a little better?”

“Umm. I hadn’t thought about it.“ How did Isabella always manage to fluster me so easily?

In a rush to continue and get this over with, I told them, “I also was thinking about you and your fighting style, Brandr. I know you seem to rely on your speed and flexibility. At least, I think you do, since you had such a high natural dexterity already. I spent most of the points I had making you double jointed.” I took a deep breath to catch my thoughts since I’d kind of blurted all that out at once.

A gentle voice came to me head when I paused, “Which joints?”

“Uhh… All of them.”

Isabella cackled and almost fell off the couch. “So you really wanted a pretzel girl! Watching me try my yoga wasn’t good enough for you – you wanted a full-fledged human contortionist!” My face flushed and Isabella urged Brandr to, “Get up. Come on. Let’s see if you can stretch yourself into a human pretzel.”

Much to both my amazement and embarrassment, Brandr got up and proved to us that indeed, she could. She started out standing, and after a few moments of twisting and bending, she ended up in positions that I don’t even know how to describe. Her joints seemed almost disconnected, and she twisted and wiggled like a snake, and I could almost imagine her slithering across the floor with just a little practice.

Isabella laughed so hard at the performance that she cried. “Put you left leg over your right shoulder. Your right leg behind your back and touch your left ear with your foot.” She encouraged Brandr to do things that even made me blush. “See if you can bend over and kiss your own vagina.” (She can, by the way.) All I could do is sit, stare, blush, and enjoy the show for the next ten or fifteen minutes before Brandr finally got up and sat back down in my lap.

“I’ll have to practice to get used to the new range of motion,” Brandr told us.

“Oh, I imagine you’re going to be getting a very large range of motion with Drake sometime soon.” Isabella couldn’t stop laughing. “He’s fixed you into some special kind of little toy, you know!”

Brandr looked back at me with a questioning look on her face, and all I could do was just blink. Her expression was always so neutral, I couldn’t tell if she approved of the idea, or was angered, or upset over it. I’d learned how to read Isabella somewhat, but Brandr’s expressions were a complete mystery to me.

“Any.. anything else?” Isabella asked while trying to compose herself.

“Well…” I coughed a few times. I was worried about telling the girls about Brandr’s last change.”You see… To be honest… She makes milk.”

“MOOOOOOOOOO!” Isabella fell off the couch and flopped on the ground while slightly slapping her fist on the floor. “Moo moom moo moo moo mmo moo..” It was the first time in my life that I’ve ever heard a moo-laugh. ..

And Brandr?

She just looked down at her chest, took a breast in each hand, and then squeezed milk out all over Isabella while she flopped, mooed, cried, and laughed in the floor.