Parameter Tuning

Casey lazed around on the living room couch, scrolling through the social media feed on her phone. The platform must’ve changed the algorithm lately, Casey was getting way more thirst-trap posts from women. Seeing their alluring figures in skimpy provocative outfits moving in seductive ways… she didn’t know why, but she still found herself transfixed, leaving a trail of likes as she scrolled through the unending deluge. She felt a burning embarrassment and guilt as she continued, like she was looking at something she shouldn’t be, like she was enjoying something that she shouldn’t. But despite this, she continued to do it, even bookmarking some of the hottest posts for later.

“Fuck… I can’t keep doing this… I’ve got shit to do…”

Casey knew that she was behind on studying, but it was frustratingly hard to find the motivation lately. Maybe it was just a funk, some seasonal depression, maybe burnout, but something had changed. When she opened her textbooks, the words they contained didn’t seem to stick. At some point, it really started to feel like a waste of time. It didn’t help that she had agreed to take care of Ryan’s slug either, feeding and watering him every few hours. Oh, speaking of which, it was just about time to check up on the thing again.

Casey locked her phone and got up from the couch, doing a quick stretch as she stood up. As she stretched, her sports bra strained tight, something else she’d recently taken notice of. Maybe it was a growth spurt or imbalanced hormones or something? That might explain it. Either way, she’d have to go shopping for some new clothes to fit her figure. Usually she would go with affordable and practical, but the sports bras and ordinary panties in her wardrobe just felt a little… plain, but the thought of one of those showy lacy lingerie sets seemed like too much for her to handle.

The rectangular glass tank inside Casey’s room welcomed her as she opened the door. Even though it was Ryan’s stupid slug, it was kept in Casey’s room since it was her responsibility for some reason. Besides, Casey could hardly imagine a woman like Ryan keeping a slug, especially not in her bedroom. Ryan liked her privacy, her bedroom a personal fortress of solitude. From the few glances she’d gotten as Ryan entered and exited, there …