Candy is finally finishing her final preparations for her first movie role! She just needs to visit the doctor for a proper physical exam. Should be routine, right?

For this next month we'll only be releasing ‘Role of a Lifetime,’ which will have chapters posted in the middle and at the end of the month.

'Into the Dungeon' will finish soon, and we hope you'll find the conclusion to be satisfying! Thanks for reading!!

Candy awoke to the sound of banging.

Her mother’s raspy voice called through her bedroom door, “Get up, Candy! We’re going to be late to the doctor!”

Candy groaned and spit out her mouth guard before imbibing her daily dose of pink water. Her brain swam with images of black cocks while she gripped her penis-shaped water bottle and sucked. Tossing the empty bottle to the side, Candy slid her legs through a puddle of girl cum and dildos before attaching her plastic heels to her dainty feet, struggling with her still unfamiliar acrylic nails. The smell of dirty laundry and rot covered up by perfume inundated her senses while she wobbled to her feet.

Swiping her ass-length blonde hair from her face, Candy navigated across the cluttered floor to the door.

Light filtered in through the blinds, and her feminine body swayed with an unconscious sensuality. The pink, mesh material swished around her smooth skin, and her breasts bobbed lightly in the butterfly bra.

Exiting her room, Candy dodged her mother, who staggered by in a loose pink robe. The strong odor of alcohol emanated from her and mixed with the acrid decay of their surroundings. A nearly empty bottle of cheap gin dangled from her hand, and Candy watched as she approached a wooden kitchen chair to collapse in. A dopey smile crossed Linda’s face, and her loose robe fell open, baring her naked, aged body to the room. She looked wasted!

Linda lazily dropped the bottle onto the table, displacing a pile of trash. Her voice was slurred and raspy. “Lookit my little girl, all growed up! I’m sho proud of you, shweetie!”

Candy smiled awkwardly before making a beeline for the bathroom door. It wasn’t even noon, and her mother was already drunk! How was she supposed to get to this doctor’s appointment safely? Candy ignored her brother’s beady eyes as he stared at her from the couch.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He grunted into the stained couch cushion. His voice was nasally and pathetic.

Candy rolled her eyes and strutted into the bathroom without responding. Her brother was SUCH a loser, and she felt his eyes starting at her ass, but...she couldn’t deny the mild pulling sensation and hunger building inside her belly. Worryingly, she was already feeling her addiction flare up. She sighed and glanced around the messy bathroom.

Tugging off the nose strip and removing the remnants of the overnight mask left Candy’s face bare. She traced her long acrylic nails along her overtly feminine, teenage features and lightly breathed in the general decay and rot of her surroundings. Her stomach churned as the last day of activity finally caught up with her, and she stared at her makeup-free reflection. She was inundated with filth, degeneracy, and perversion—she could feel it everywhere, permeating and engulfing the entirety of her being. Her slutty tattoos, her provocative outfits, her trashy family, the unlivable apartment, the stale semen still filling her vagina, the extensive memories of promiscuity... What had she become? How had it come to this?

Candy’s practiced hands applied daily moisturizer on autopilot while her mind tried to center itself and process her surroundings. She plopped onto the toilet, her thighs and ass overflowing the bowl, and pulled her pink thong to the side while brushing her teeth. She noticed the yellow stain on the interior of the thong glistened with a slurry of fluids, which would probably darken the stain and expand it. Relaxing her bladder, Candy’s morning flow battered the crusty toilet bowl, and she watched the unfocused golden liquid streaming from her vagina like a waterfall. Letting out a bored yawn, Candy tossed her golden hair and focused on her teeth as the familiar *FRUSH* sound emanated between her legs. When she was finished, Candy shifted her thong back over her damp lips, not bothering to consider hygiene, before spitting a mouthful of toothpaste into the toilet. She stood and flushed, then returned to the mirror, fumbling around the counter for a curling iron. She spent a few minutes perfecting her silky curls, admiring her natural beauty while simultaneously feeling anxious without any makeup.

Satisfied with her hair, Candy nonchalantly tossed the curling iron onto the closest pile of clutter and turned towards the door while her stomach growled. She needed to get makeup on her face and cum in her tummy ASAP! Pink mesh swished around her hips as she strutted through the living room and through the bedroom door labeled ‘Candy’ in a cursive, pink script.

Rot and perfume once again filled her nostrils. Candy navigated the cluttered floor and sat before the vanity on the far end of the room where her low-quality cosmetics were waiting. She skillfully applied the makeup and felt more comfortable with each stroke. Thick gloss for her inflated lips, heavy mascara for her innocent green eyes, foundation, powder, and blush for her youthful, teenage cheeks. Candy finished and sighed happily, relieved to finally look like herself again. She slipped a pair of gaudy gold hoops in her ears and sat back to admire herself.

Heading to her overstuffed closet, Candy rifled through, looking for something that screamed, ‘doctor’s appointment.’

Sifting through incredibly low-cut dresses, barely-there skirts, transparent blouses, and all manner of slutty female apparel, Candy retrieved the most conservative outfit she could find. She began by tossing her pink butterfly bra and its mesh covering alongside her stained pink thong to the floor. The wet, yellow stain in the crotch landed up and further marred the appearance of the room.

Now naked, Candy pulled a thin, black, long-sleeved blouse with a scooping U-shaped collar over her head. It hugged her compact midsection and bulged around her tits, which were vaguely visible within the thin material. The sleeves wrapped tightly against her arms, displaying how lithe and tiny her muscles were. With her top in place, Candy wiggled her swollen hips into a tiny black thong that was instantly gobbled up by her pussy and a pair of whitewashed daisy dukes. The pockets hung below the bottoms of the shorts, which barely covered anything beyond her vagina and underwear.

Overall, the outfit showed a lot of skin and left her taut stomach uncovered while her silky blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and back. She turned and noticed her ‘Daddy’s little girl’ tattoo on her shoulder blade was partially uncovered while her tribal tramp stamp was perfectly framed by the visible straps of her black thong. Candy struck a feminine pose and admired herself with satisfaction in the mirror.

The last piece of the puzzle was her heels. She didn’t want to wear her plastic house heels outside, so she glanced around and located a pair of shiny, hot pink stilettos resting on a faded cushion.

The hot pink didn’t exactly match her outfit, but she was excited to wear something bold against her muted top, so she snatched the heels up and sat down to put them on. Her dainty size 6 feet slipped into the heels perfectly. They were low quality, made in China, and mass-produced, but she had grown familiar with the loose, pliable feeling of crappy heels. Candy stood and felt the questionable integrity and construction of the shoes shifting around her feet but ignored it and strutted towards the door with her hips swaying, her tits and hair bouncing, her stomach growling, and her mind wandering.

Back in the main room of the apartment, Candy’s eyes trailed to her naked mother, who was snoring loudly at the kitchen table with her legs and robe wide open. The bottle of gin situated next to her was now totally empty. A buzzing black fly landed on Linda’s forehead, garnering no reaction.

Silas skulked around the kitchen holding a stained plate in his dirty fingers. His beady eyes centered on Candy, and he flicked his greasy hair behind his ears. His withered upper body appeared to be lightly quivering as he dropped two Pop-Tarts onto his plate.

He spoke in his soft, nasally voice, “H-hey sis, you l-look...good. I thought I’d get you something to eat... Doesn’t look like Ma will be able to take you to the pussy doctor...gonna have to drive yourself.”

Pussy doctor? Candy thought the appointment was just going to be a standard checkup for Logan and the production. Perhaps Silas’ dirty mind was railroading him to think about nothing but genitals? It made sense to Candy, seeing the degenerate creature her brother was becoming. Noticing his expectant expression, Candy quickly nodded and muttered, ‘Thanks.’

She stared with confusion as her brother suddenly pulled down his pants and underwear with one hand while holding the plate in the other. His four-inch erection and compact balls swung out.

“And now for your breakfast.” He stated it plainly while beginning to masturbate furiously.

Candy began to recoil but stopped when her stomach felt like it was gnawing and pulling in on itself. Her eyes fixated on her brother’s cock and her mouth began to water. She watched him pump up and down his shaft while feeling an excited flutter in her chest and twirling her silky blonde tresses between her long acrylic nails. When his hips began to buck, Silas lowered the plate of Pop-Tarts and pointed his small erection directly over it. He scrunched his face with pleasure and groaned as his penis sputtered and unloaded milky ropes of semen onto the pastries. Candy’s eyes widened and her heart leapt with perverted excitement as she watched her brother drench her breakfast in cum.

Squeezing the last few drops onto the plate, Candy watched as Silas’ Adam’s apple bulged outward and became eminently prominent while a few more dark hairs coiled out onto his chest and shoulders. He approached on shaky, hairy legs and held the plate aloft with a satisfied smile on his face. He was a few inches taller than Candy despite her six-inch heels.

“Here you go, sis, just how you like it.” He said proudly.

Embarrassed but utterly unable to resist her urges, Candy silently took the plate and felt the fluttering in her chest quicken into overdrive. She hated that she NEEDED it! Silas brushed past her to the couch and watched gleefully as Candy lifted the first cum-covered pop tart to her mouth. Silas’ salty goo dribbled to the plate with a collection of thick ropes, and a familiar, intoxicating stench rose to her nostrils. Candy opened her enhanced, shiny lips to take the first bite. Her pussy gushed while she tore through the breakfast, savoring every sweet, salty, and bitter bite. Her stomach flipped like a trapeze and blossomed with warmth and pleasure until every morsel was voraciously consumed. Candy licked the plate clean and washed the final remnants down with a swig of pink water and a flash of black dick. Her brain further entrenched her affinity for Black men by correlating the image in her head with the taste on her tongue and the warmth and arousal coursing through her veins.

She savored the divine taste before laying the plate on the nearby counter and spotting a crappy, worn-out, off-brand black purse among the filth.

Candy opened the purse and rifled through a hodgepodge of feminine hygiene products, crappy makeup, drug paraphernalia, and all manner of trash, from receipts to rotten food, until she located a wallet. Retrieving the identification card, she confirmed the purse belonged to her.

California IDENTIFICATION CARD
ID V74259328
LN VALENTINE
FN CANDACE RYLEIGH
AGE 18
SEX F
HGT 5'0
WGT 100 lb
EYES GRN
HAIR BLN

She recognized her smiling face beaming up from the card and admired herself for a few seconds before slipping the ID back into the wallet and dropping it in the purse. A buzzing noise caught her attention, and she lifted her outdated, cracked cell phone. Logan had messaged her!

She felt a fluttering in her chest as she opened his text. His contact was listed as ‘Master,’ but she knew it was him.

MASTER Don’t forget your appointment today, Candy-girl. If you follow the doctor’s directions you’ll be ready to come to set tomorrow and start filming!
Tomarow??? but I dont no my lines!!! CANDY
MASTER Don’t worry about it, you’ll be a natural, I just know it.
hehe ok! what shud I wear? CANDY
MASTER We’ll get you into wardrobe and makeup first thing, just come in something normal. Focus on your appointment and don’t disappoint me, okay?
ok ill do wut they tell me I promice!!! <3 CANDY
MASTER Good girl.

Candy grew a dopey smile and clicked on a set of directions sent by Logan. It mapped her to a clinic on the other side of town. She had to get a move on! Securing her purse around her shoulder, Candy approached her mother, who was still busy snoring. Linda shifted in her chair and scratched at the triangular bush between her legs, which had seemingly thickened and grown more wily in the last few minutes. Candy carefully lifted her mother’s keys and ensured she didn’t wake her up. The last thing she needed was Mom accompanying her to the clinic while drunk. Candy definitely didn’t have time for that!

Next to her mother’s keys was a familiar plastic cup containing familiar morning pills. Candy tipped the cup between her lips as if on autopilot. The pills landed in the back of her mouth exactly as they had for multiple months. It was an unquestioned ritual that Candy felt obligated to perform. She washed them down with another swig of pink water and another flash of cock.

Tossing the cup aside, Candy clutched her mother’s keys in one hand and the black penis water bottle in the other. She tottered to the front door, feeling her brother’s eyes fixated on her swaying ass in the daisy dukes and on her slutty, visible tattoos. Her delicate fingers and ridiculous acrylics felt particularly small wrapped around the impressive shaft of the dark cock.

She glanced over her shoulder and whispered across the room, “Take care of Mom, okay? I’ll be home in, like, a little bit.”

Silas’ brow became subtly more pronounced, and his beady eyes flicked to Linda just as a faded C-section scar carved above her jungle of dark pubes. His shifty eyes became perverted by lust.

He responded quietly, “See ya, sis. Yeah... I’ll take care of Ma, don’t you worry... Enjoy the pussy doctor.”

Candy sighed with disappointment, but she didn’t have time to waste questioning her brother's intentions. She quickly found herself in the cramped hallway surrounded by various muffled noises and a stale, musty stench.

After heading down the hallway, Candy descended the creaking staircase and felt her low-quality heels shifting and stretching around her feet while navigating the patchy, ultra-thin carpet. A loud argument ensued somewhere to her right between a man and a woman, with a worrying *CRASH* and a high-pitched scream indicating it had likely become physical. Candy looked at the floor, curled some errant strands of blonde hair behind her ears, and clutched her purse strap closely. She felt uncomfortable getting involved. She was just a teenage girl, not some...some manly hero or knight in shining armor!

Ignoring the wailing, Candy passed the front desk and felt a chill crawl up her spine as the calculating eyes of the old woman watched her. She was wearing the same old-fashioned black and red jacket.

The old woman’s wrinkled lips turned into a knowing sneer while she raised a gnarled hand and waved. Her voice was as cold and vile as the grave. “Good afternoon, young lady. I trust you and your family will be out prior to your eviction date? My...boss wouldn’t be happy if he finds you still occupying his property after he kicks you out.”

Candy wrapped her thin arms around her compact midsection and nodded her head. Apparently this woman was the property manager? She seemed a little too old and...creepy for the job.

Satisfied, the woman motioned for the nearby door leading to the street. “Good! Then by all means, go about your business. I’m sure your family will continue...adjusting to their surroundings while you are away.”

Not wanting to stick around any longer and running late, Candy whisked towards the front door with a swish of her hips.

The clear air and natural light were both a welcome sight when Candy finally made it onto the sidewalk. She took a hearty breath through her button nose and exhaled it through her inflated lips. She caught a quick glance at the rundown apartment building.

Whether it was finally getting away from the dreary interior of the building, severing the old woman’s presence, or the warmth of the sun on her face, Candy felt...hopeful? Happy?

Whatever the reason, at least she felt good! There is nothing scary or intimidating about a doctor’s appointment! Candy began strutting down the dilapidated sidewalk, with the click of her cheap heels announcing each step. Her whole body seemed to bounce with bubbly energy, and the keys in her hand jingled. With each step creating more distance from the apartment, Candy felt a little bit lighter, a little bit more in control. By the time she reached her mother’s busted-up Ford Windstar at the end of the street, Candy was practically soaring, feeling as though a huge weight was off her back. She hummed a Taylor Swift song in her high-pitched voice and tossed her silky blonde hair as she unlocked the door.

The vehicle was mostly the same, but Candy noticed a few things were different. Or...had she just not noticed them the previous day? For instance, the rear driver’s side tire was a spare tire that left the car a little lopsided, and the back window had been busted out and repaired with cardboard and duct tape. Is it possible that the van somehow got shittier overnight? Candy opened the door and saw the interior was the same, with all the clutter and trash she remembered.

All in all, the van was a hunk of junk... But it was all she had for the time being. Once she secured this first role and broke into the business, it would all be different! She’d look back at her mother’s Windstar as part of her ‘humble origins’ story. A quick flash of laughing about this moment on ‘The Tonight Show’ played in Candy’s mind. She just had to knock this first serious role out of the park tomorrow!

Candy hoisted herself up and squished her meaty ass and wide hips into the front seat, feeling herself fitting decently well into her mother’s well-worn indent. Like mother, like daughter! She dropped her purse onto a pile of garbage in the passenger’s seat and turned the ignition. The car sputtered several times before reluctantly sparking to life. A catchy pop song played on the radio, and Candy instantly started to sing along while shifting into gear and heading out.

The streets whizzed by and became progressively nicer as Candy followed her phone's direction. The people, the cars, the buildings, everything suddenly looked cleaner and just...better. Her trash-filled hunk-of-junk seemed more and more out of place among Lamborghinis and Bentleys, and Candy noticed a plethora of uppity stares at her more...modest transportation. Her inexperience with driving showed several times, and she nearly caused a crash while turning left at a red light. She gave a deer-in-the-headlights stare as an old man in a Porsche yelled out his window, “Open your fucking eyes, you stupid bitch!”

It wasn’t fair! She’d only been driving for a little bit and didn't do it very much. How was she supposed to be good at something without any practice? He was probably just angry that he was so old and Candy was so young. She had plenty of time to learn how to drive!

Reaching her destination and pulling into the parking lot, Candy noticed the building was sleek and modern, fitting perfectly with the aesthetic of the surrounding neighborhood.

She parked the Windstar and collected her purse before hopping out and nervously making her way across the parking lot. She remembered going to the gynecologist many times before, but...seeing ‘Obstetrics & Gynecology’ printed on the front door and preparing to walk in somehow made Candy feel like it was her first time. She was nervous. Were the nerves from Logan’s movie starting tomorrow, or was some deep recess of her brain crying out in horror? Whatever the reason, she tightened her purse around the thin black blouse covering her shoulder and pushed inside.

The lobby was clean and well lit, with the scent of flowers wafting through the air. A white counter stood before a huge wall of marble, while a collection of chairs with pastel throw pillows populated the shiny marble floor alongside two leather loveseats. A tasteful rug tied the room together, and a row of plants brought some much-needed color.

A pile of magazines rested on a side table, and a middle-aged woman with a baby bump and dark hair thumbed through a copy of ‘Mother & Baby’ while seated on one of the loveseats.

The woman briefly glanced up and scanned Candy for a few seconds before giving her a warm smile and looking back down. Candy, strangely, felt relieved at this unknown woman’s silent approval of her being in the building. She couldn’t explain it, but something deep inside Candy told her she didn’t belong at the gynecologist. Weird!

Pushing her misgivings aside, Candy was met with a warm smile from a woman in soft purple scrubs standing behind the front desk. Her brunette hair was styled in a short pageboy cut, and her makeup was sparse. Just like the pregnant woman, the receptionist seemed to scan Candy from head to toe.

The receptionist’s voice was friendly but had an underlying coolness to it that kept Candy a little off guard. “Welcome in, Miss. Do you have an appointment?”

Candy nodded, then responded softly, “Um, yes, I think so?”

The receptionist chuckled softly and readied her hands on the keyboard in front of her. “Well, let’s find out together then, huh? Your name?”

Candy began to answer but stopped short as the front door opened and another woman entered confidently. She was older with chin-length blonde hair and expensive-looking clothing. She had an air of superiority oozing from every wrinkle on her face.

Candy felt the older woman’s eyes resting on her body from behind. Maybe she was jealous of Candy’s young, feminine body. Or maybe she was annoyed that there was somebody in front of her. Or...maybe... Candy’s mind whirred; maybe she was skeptical of Candy’s presence. Like, somehow Candy shouldn’t have been there. Why was this concern suddenly bubbling up? Candy could literally remember attending dozens of gynecology appointments. Not at this location specifically, but she’d been getting checkups since she was a little girl. She knew there was no reason to feel this way...but she couldn’t deny that the bizarre impostor syndrome was palpable. Perhaps she simply felt out of place in the bougie clinic? That must have been it! Candy felt relieved—she was just nervous about feeling out of place as a dirt-poor woman in an expensive part of town!

With her feelings figured out, Candy broke the awkward silence by answering the receptionist's question, “Oh, sorry, I was, like, thinking about something else. I’m Candace Valentine.”

The receptionist nodded and clacked on her keyboard before nodding her head. “Perfect, thank you, Ms. Valentine. I see you’re here for a standard checkup and health screening.” She motioned to the waiting area, “Please take a seat; the doctor will be out to get you shortly.”

Candy turned and saw the older woman’s face twisted in a resting scowl. The scowl dissipated instantly and was replaced by a practiced smile. Despite the older woman’s frown, Candy felt a strange relief that she and the pregnant woman had both heard confirmation that Candy was supposed to be there, that she had an appointment. She chalked it up once again to the high-quality facility making her feel out of place.

Before she could even find a magazine or a place to sit, a nearby door opened and a male voice called out, “Candace?”

Candy’s heart leapt as she turned to see the doctor.

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