[ Bi: Futa-on-Male] Matthew

... Matthew. Which makes Stacy the fugitive. Let the game begin!"

Suddenly, the scene around them changes. But only a little bit. They're still in the Casino, or rather, an alternative version of it.

Every other person has been replaced by a clone of Stacy, but wearing the same clothing as they were wearing before. But the weirdest part about it was that every single one of these Stacy clones has a massive over-the-top cock.

From the Stacy copies that are underdressed, it is clear that these massive futanari appendages are real - or rather, as real as something can be inside a virtual reality. Where the bases are visible, foot long fleshy penises dangle from where the Stacy's clitoris should be.

Stacy's own clothing has changed. Instead of her ballgown she's wearing a man's suit, not unlike Matthew's own. But the most important change is the inclusion of a very long flesh colored double ended dildo that has appeared in her hand. It looks like this will be critical for her being able to successfully hide amongst all the Stacy-like futas.

Matt has had his head encased in a black latex hood with no eye holes. He's immediately started trying to yank it off, but the tight sticky nature of the rubber material means that he is going to take a few seconds to succeed.

Stacy understands - this is her headstart. She races over to a nearby table and ducks behind it, and gets to work shuffling her suit pants down her thighs so that she can work the dildo into place.

Deciding to go for as authentic an effect as possible, Stacy rubs herself for a few seconds and sucks on one end of the long rubber dong before lowering the lubricated end down towards her opening and easing it inside. Once a good few inches have made their way up into her love tunnel, gently stretching her out, she yanks the suit pants back up into place. The effect is that it now looks like she has a foot-long cock bulge running most of the way down the inside of one thigh.

She can hear that Matt has now finished removing the hood, regaining his eyesight.

"What the hell... Aww fuck I knew there'd be gay stuff." Matt complains, clearly looking at the giant futa bulges and dicks on display around him.

"We're not men, we're futanari." A Stacy near him pouts, speaking with Stacy's exact voice.

And then in a whisper, she hears "Make me cum and I'll give you a hint."

"Aww fuck." Matt whines again.

All the Stacy clones that aren't wearing croupier outfits are mingling around, periodically moving between tables, quietly chatting to each other, and so on. Stacy figures that she needs to blend in, instead of crouching hiding behind a table which will make it extremely obvious that she's the real Stacy if Matthew spots her. So choosing a random moment, she casually stands up and begins to wander round.

Mercifully, Matthew is much too busy to notice her pop up from behind a table. Right now he's grimacing and squinting with his eyes as he pulls up the croupier's skirt to reveal her massive penis.

"Don't worry, it won't take long." Futa Croupier Stacy says in a teasing voice.

Stacy casually strolls round until she's behind Matt, where he's least likely to notice her watching. She takes up a position next to a Futa Stacy wearing a pink latex dress that's way too short to hide the bottom of her dick, so that she can pretend to be talking to her if necessary. Then she subtly watches as Matt starts to give the croupier some single-handed wrist action. The croupier starts moaning like a porn star. Using Stacy's voice. The sight of a futanari Stacy's cock becoming rock hard while the owner squeals like a slut unnerves the real Stacy, but she reckons it's even more unpleasant for the fully heterosexual Matt.

"This is so wrong." Matt complains, making sure to angle the cock up and away from himself.

The croupier wasn't lying - it only takes a few moments before a fountain of cum erupts from her tip, painting the casino table with a gallon of thick white slime.

"Haaaaah... That was good... okay, here's your first hint. Every time you make a croupier cum you'll get a new hint, but each croupier will be more difficult to make cum than the last, but the hint will be more useful." Croupier Stacy pants as she speaks.

"Oh come on, that's hardly a hint at all!" Matt complains as he lets go of the rapidly shrinking girlcock.

"Well, I only took like twelve seconds to cum." The croupier shrugs. "Now hop along honey and worship some more futa dick, your time is ticking!"

Matt harrumphs, inspecting his hand for any specks of cum. "Or I could just try and find the real Stacy straight away."