Joanna stared up helplessly at her mom, wondering what she could possibly do. It seemed like there was no escape from this nightmare of a trip, and she still didn’t know if she’d be able to leave without visiting a hair care store. She wondered if they could just make a quick stop on their way out of the mall and then go home, where she could at least be miserable in private, without everyone around her eager to creep on her and take photos.
Suddenly, the dildo vibrating in her felt uncomfortable, and she reached down to adjust it, grabbing the huge balls like a handle. She shifted it in place, licking her lips as she did so, and then noticed out of the corner of her eye that a random mall-goer about ten feet away had his phone up to take a picture. He walked away with a huge smile on his face. Joanna opened the new app that was entirely centered on her, and that latest picture was already in the feed. The picture had caught her at the exact second she’d blinked, and with her hand on the dildo it looked like she was shoving it into herself and moaning in arousal. She licked her lips in frustration.
“Alright, mom, you taught me a lesson. Can we just go now? I really need to-”
“Hey, Joanna, what are you doing here?”
Joanna cringed before turning to face the voice she immediately recognized as belonging to Chad, her personal tormentor at school. He strolled up to the two of them along with a couple of his friends, the absolute last group of people she’d want to run into here.
Throughout all the mishmashed memories stuck in her head from the shifting realities her mom had left in her mind, she didn’t have a single positive memory of Chad. The experiences ranged between jerk and bully, and when the rest of their senior class was mistreating and abusing her, Chad was often the one egging them on. Meeting him here was a recipe for disaster.
“Who’s this, Joanna, some of your friends from school?”
“No, he’s nobody. Can we go get some stuff for my hair now?”
“I’m Chad, and this is Chris and John. Are you Joanna’s mom?” He scanned her up and down, taking in her giant frame, all seven feet of it. Joanna did, too, and felt for the first time that she realized her mom was indeed hot. Large breasts, a thin waist, long legs, juicy butt, all of it in perfect proportion to maximize her sex appeal. Joanna felt a burst of jealousy that she’d inherited this basket of genes leaving her with ridiculous proportions, in contrast to her mom’s outright beauty, before she shook her head, remembering the chronivac. Surely her mom hadn’t always been this gorgeous, even if she had no memory of anything else.
“Damn, you’re hot as hell. I can’t believe you and Joanna are related.” Chris and John snickered behind Chad.
“Aww, isn’t that sweet of you?” She nudged her daughter. “Isn’t that nice of him, Joanna?” She rolled her eyes. “You and your friends aren’t bad looking yourselves. I’m sure you’re very popular with all the girls at school. Knowing Joanna, I bet she can’t keep her hands to herself around you.”
“No way, Mom,” Joanna interjected. She didn’t want to talk, especially now, but the compelling force of the chronivac forced her to say what she was thinking. “Chad’s a jerk. All he does is tease and harass me. I don’t know why anyone would be attracted to him.” She licked her lips as they grew ever so slightly at disagreeing with her mom.
“Joanna! Don’t be rude! I’m so sorry, Chad, but as I’m sure you know she doesn’t have her head on straight. I’m sure you’re a perfectly pleasant young man.”
"Are you talking about last week? Yeah, sorry Ho-anna, but I thought you'd love it if I helped you get some of that milk out." He reached out and grabbed one of her prominent nipples through her shirt and gave it a rough pinch and twist, and she jerked away in pain and pleasure. A wet spot spread from where he'd grabbed, darkening the "UT" in the word "SLUT" printed across her chest. It wasn't enough to relieve any of the pressure in her breast, but plenty to remind her of her discomfort.
“Ow! See mom? He treats me like garbage! He calls me names, he’s always trying to throw stuff into my cleavage, pulling my bra and underwear, pinching my-”
"Joanna! That's enough! I won't stand here while you slander a fellow student."