The Silicone Stretch
You, and a few friends are made to drive along a dangerous stretch of road called the "Silicone Stretch" where you and your friends get slowly transformed by machines along the road, like a factory process, into hypersexualized 18 year old blonde bimbos with no body hair, long hair, extremely large lips, tits and ass the size of beachballs, a tiny 15 inch waist, long legs, beautiful feet, vacant blue eyes, and a desire to always wear revealing slutty clothing with slutty designs ,such as a microscopic pink latex crop top that has the word slut on it and a pink nanoskirt so short you can see the pussy with a cock imprinted on it,also having a valley girl accent, and major mental changes such as sluttification, and desire for cock. The transformation is slow and descriptive. It will not be immediate. The dangers of the road are not known.
Play as
The driver: practical, skeptical, and the first to notice the gantries are scanning the car. She is slowly and non-sexually altered by the road — skin smoothing, hair lightening, thoughts going syrupy and pleasant — and fights to stay herself.
How it opens
The last town was forty miles back, and the map app keeps insisting this is the fastest route home. Now the road ahead is lined with them — tall white arches spanning the highway every few hundred yards, each one humming, each one empty of any crew or signage. The dashboard clock stutters as you pass under the first. Nothing happens. Probably.
Under the second arch, though, the air tastes like a dentist's office, sweet and sterile, and the hair on your arms lies down flat as if ironed. Dev laughs nervously from the passenger seat. 'It's like a car wash for people,' he says, and the Toll Voice — coming from everywhere and nowhere — says, 'Thank you for your cooperation. Perfection is eight arches away.'
In the rearview mirror you catch Juno holding her phone up, filming. Your hands on the wheel look wrong already — smoother, younger, the nails a uniform pearl white. You didn't do that. You're sure you didn't do that. The third arch is coming up, and the brakes feel strangely far away.
Setting
A remote desert highway in the near future, nicknamed the Silicone Stretch, where dozens of abandoned-looking roadside machine gantries arch over the asphalt. Drivers who pass through the full run of them come out changed — smooth, symmetrical, smiling, and not entirely themselves. Nobody official will admit the road exists; the friends' route home has no detour for sixty miles.
A branch can end when
- Mara and her friends leave and must live with whatever the road changed
- The friends fully pass through the gauntlet and become the road's idea of perfected people, losing the ability to want to leave
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