Blaze Jumps Out to a Further Lead

As the die came back around to Blaze, part of her mind was telling her that she needed to slow down and at least think for a little bit. The fact that this game might have been changing them was something to be upset about. The fact that that they couldn’t be sure should have been even more worrisome. And the fact that with each throw of the die it was becoming harder to remember what the older poems were about and what it had tried to change definitely should have been a concern. Was the first roll something about her being a pervert? Or was it trying to make her less of one? “Good luck with that,” she thought to herself as she was pretty sure that she had always had roaming eyes and difficulty hiding it. She did remember that the game seemed to be increasing sexuality to the other women, but as much as she felt ashamed of thinking this way, if the game was making them sexier and hornier it couldn’t be a bad thing. Especially with the wish at the end. She could just enjoy the show and undo it when they all left.

With everyone having taken their first turn, Blaze realized that it was back to her and rolled, getting another 5 and jumping out way ahead of everyone else and landing on the second black square of the game.

BLACK: RISING UP

RED: 1 BLUE: 0, GREEN: 0, YELLOW: 0

Must draw one blue, green, and yellow

GREEN: BODY

Fit as a fiddle, we all see you are that,

As fast as can be and quick as a cat,

Forgive my boldness as it may cause a spat,

But one place on you, could do with more fat.

Yellow: Face

Surrounded by ladies, so pretty and young,

Your eyes often stray, to those you’re among,

Your lusty reputation, far and wide it is sung,

Maybe it’d be secret, if you could maintain your tongue.

BLUE: STYLE

Muscled up body with enhancements up top,

Seeking some stares, your neckline must drop,

Showing smooth skin, to ensure viewers will stop,

With some cleavage of course, your outfit will pop.

Blaze read the three poems as ‘Chicken Out or Continue’ appeared on the bottom of board after the third poem. It was a bit weird. When Night landed on the first black square, she got one of each color. When Blaze landed on hers, she got three. And the only one she didn’t draw was the color she landed on before. Maybe that was what rise up meant. What you haven’t drawn, or what you’ve drawn the least of, those are what gets activated with the black square.

But Blaze couldn’t dwell on it for too long, she was on a time limit after all. It was five minutes which was a fair amount of time but she could worry about the three versus four draws once she figured out her decision. Her initial reaction to the first two poems were actually not welcome as she had worked hard to keep her fit figure as it was. With her superspeed she saw a softer, fatter body not just bad as poor physical conditioning but also a reduction in aerodynamics which was something she didn’t really like as an idea. Since speed was her biggest weapon, reducing that could be dangerous. Not controlling your tongue made it sound like she would become rather foul mouthed and swear a lot. With the sexual connotation of the game, maybe she’d make more lewd comments. While she was fine with that personally, finally being brave enough to say some of the sexy thoughts she was thinking, the rest of the world might not be so forgiving. On the other hand, many of the changes might just be temporary and if not, there was the wish at the end to undo it.

It was the last poem that won Blaze over and convinced her that she definitely needed to keep going since she felt it may be an indication of what poem number one referred to. “Enhancements on top,” neckline dropping, cleavage. She was fairly certain after that where that additional fat would wind up going and that was one place where Blaze’s mind decided a little bit more might be worthwhile. “I continue,” she said with a smile and hoping she guessed correctly.

An unnoticed flash later and Blaze’s new form sat in front of the other women.

Immediately Blaze looked down to see if the accustomed foggy memories began to take hold and sure enough, the large, round, white fleshy globes looking back at her caused the confusion that she was getting used to at this point and was almost beginning to enjoy already. She also had memories of herself without bare legs and arms everywhere she went, but was already beginning to dismiss those memories as false. Blaze enjoyed adulation way too much to keep her amazing, toned form hidden away. But as false and nonsensical as they seemed to be, Blaze did have vague memories of a more conservative bodysuit and that could be what the fashion thing was referring to. But if all that poem did was make her show off a little more, it was actually helping her more than anything.

Two poems down, she decided to do her best to talk to the other women and see how her speech had been effected. To her surprise, she wasn’t being **** to say anything particularly vulgar and she wasn’t compelled to flirt or anything like that. She made it a point to talk to each of her guests one-by-one, fishing for compliments of course, to see if there were any triggers in particular but she spoke fairly normally without even a trace of divergent memories popping up. She smiled extra bright and happily when Hard Time was sweet enough to answer the hints for praise.

“I don’t know which memories are correct at this point but I do know that in all of them, you are strong and beautiful,” the woman said with unrestrained adoration in her voice.

Not sure what the middle poem was about, she stopped talking after offering the die to Night Knight and sat down quietly waiting to see what she rolled. The other women were now beginning to see the pervy, leering smile on Blaze’s face while she looked at them as being the way things had always been, but had she always left her mouth open and tongue hanging out slightly while doing it?