Break 5 Continued

Nathan was lying down on his makeshift bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep. Of course he did place some of the blame on Rachel. That horny slut spent much of the evening doing all kinds of things with Eliza, things which Nathan astutely felt. Worst of all was when they'd started to play with that dildo. Whenever Rachel pulled it out of one hole, it magically reappeared in another. Since it was sexual, Nathan felt it too. It was hell of surprising to suddenly feel a phantom dildo in your ass, then in your mouth, then in the pussy you didn't actually have. Of course all the stimulation did make him rock hard, but thanks to Oliver he couldn't rub one out to satisfy himself, he just hate to wait it out until Rachel finally went to sleep.

But Nathan couldn't blame his restlessness entirely on Rachel. The truth is he was feeling lonely. Oliver, Dylan, and Lina had gone off together, and so had Rachel and Eliza. He was the only one on his own.

Of course everyone expected Rachel and Eliza to fuck off together. Despite his strong friendship with Rachel, he knew he could never compete against Eliza for her attention. Not that he was trying to, but he wouldn't have minded spending more time with her. He didn't get to see her often since they were both so busy with work. Even though it was a short flight, or even train ride, to Montreal, he hadn't visited in years.

It was even worse with Oliver. They had been so close, even closer than him and Rachel. Why did Nathan always have to turn everything into a dick measuring contest? He couldn't just blame the transformations, he'd been like that for a long, long time. If he was going to psychoanalyze himself, he'd say that he was overcompensating for something. Not his dick size of course. While he was sad to lose the monster package to Oliver, he felt quite confident about his current size too. No, it was something else that had always plagued him. A feeling of inferiority he could never quite shake.

No matter how much money he made, or how many girls he slept with, there was always this nagging feeling that he just wasn't good enough. That people didn't actually like him. That he didn't actually deserve this life. He felt like an imposter, and truthfully the changes he'd experienced in the game only worsened that feeling. He felt like he had to act like a big macho man, because now his body was undeniable so. Plus he had trouble concentrating and was **** to make inappropriate comments, it's no wonder he was pushing everyone away.

He finally drifted off to sleep, but not before making a promise to himself to put in more of an effort with his friends. He wanted to **** with them, show them who he really was. He wanted to help them, not just help himself. He wanted to be part of the group once again.

In the morning he woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed, despite the lack of sleep. He got up and found himself alone in the living room. He decided to cook breakfast for everyone, not like he could sit down and relax anyway. He put on a pot of a coffee and got to work, the smell of wonderful food would surely wake the others up.

Unfortunately cooking with a reduced attention span wasn't exactly the greatest idea. He put on some pancakes, then forgot about them when the coffee finished brewing. It wasn't until he smelled burning that he remembered. Unfortunately his friends woke up not to a nice meal, but to the acrid scent of his mistake.

"Sorry guys..." He said to Rachel and Eliza as they hurried out of their room, "I got distracted."

Thankfully Rachel seemed to understand, "Open the window and try again." Her words sounded harsh, but her smile reassured him. He did as she said and soon had two beautiful pancakes to serve. Unfortunately it was at that moment his public masturbation trait kicked in. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it.

"I'm so sorry, I can't stop..." Nathan said in a pitiful voice, "Fuck. And Eliza isn't wearing a bra!"

Rachel laughed, "No. Of course not. She's not allowed to dress herself, why would I let her wear a bra?"

"Rachel isn't serious. Eliza can't anymore, remember? Besides the wings get in the way. Flying was fun, but they are a hassle. Eliza gives you permission to-"

"Wait." Rachel said.

"But Eliza doesn't want to watch, he can't stop, it isn't his fault."

"I know. Hold on a moment," Rachel grabbed a plate and put a pancake on it, then held it below Nathan's cock, "Now you may cum."

Nathan had been right at the edge and so he sprayed all over Rachel's plate. She winked at him and sat down, "Now put that away, and serve Eliza." She ordered as Eliza sat down on her lap.

Nathan couldn't believe she was about to eat that, he shook his head and did as she asked. "Here Eliza."

Eliza looked down, then up, "Please put that away."

"Shit." Nathan had forgotten to pull his pants back up. He quickly did, "Sorry."

Rachel finished a bit, "It's good. Go make more."

Nathan was a little shocked by her ordering him around, but then her remembered her dommy mommy vocabulary. She probably couldn't say please. He decided to tease her, "Say please."

Rachel put down her fork, "Go do it."

Nathan smirked, "If you say please."

"Do it now, idiot." Rachel said with a twinkle in her eyes, "Just do it. Make me more. Stop wasting time. Hmm...that word is not in my vocabulary."

Nathan laughed, "Wow. Incredible. Don't worry, I'll make more. How about a glass of milk in return? I'd love to see you take those udders out."

"Nathan!" Eliza said, "Don't talk about Rachel's coconuts like that. Eliza mean milksacks. Oh dear. You know what Eliza is trying to say."

"I don't mind Eliza. Fetch a glass and milk me. You are not allowed to have any yourself."

"B-but Rachel..." Eliza said, breathing harder. It was obvious she was getting turned on but Rachel. Nathan fought the urge to say anything inappropriate.

Thankfully Dylan rushing out of Lina's room and over to Oliver's distracted his inappropriate thoughts, "Nice tits Dylan!" He called as she ran by.

"Nathan! Pancakes!" Rachel reminded him.

"Oh shit." He turned back and flipped it just in time. Maybe cooking wasn't going to be his thing anymore.

" 'bout time." Lina said as Oliver finally entered the room, "Been waiting you know."

Oliver rubbed the back of his head, "Sorry. I..."

"You fucked Dylan? Ya. I know. I can leave now? Less you gonna..."

"Yes you can leave. Sorry."

Lina jumped up from the bed. She was tired of waiting in her room while everyone else got to do stuff. She walked past Oliver and saw that Nathan had made pancakes, "Yummy!" She grabbed a plate sat down at the table.

"Hey Lina, nice tits. How are you feeling?" Nathan asked.

"Huh, you made these? Wow," Lina said, "Tryin’ to get me to blow you, huh?

"Huh, well..."

"Ha, just jokin’. All ya gotta do is ask. Ain’t like I can say no," Lina said, taking a bite of pancakes, "Mmm, these are good. Oh, but don’t ask, ‘kay? Don’t need to be obeyin’ you too."

"Shit...if I do...it's not on purpose." Nathan said, "I should leave you alone."

"Nah, don't worry. Have a seat. Stay a while." Lina teased. She waited until Nathan sat, "Ah! No permission. Don't sit!"

Nathan suddenly found himself shooting to his feet, "Lina!"

"Sorry sorry. You may sit."

Nathan sat down.

"No sit, no permission!" Lina cheered. "Ok ok. I've had enough fun. You may sit," She started sucking on her fork, "Actually I might want that cock after all..."

"Well..." Nathan shook his head, "No. Sorry. Then I'd feel the need to pay you back, and well, that wouldn't end well. I should go before my dumb brain fucks things up."

"Aw, no fun," Lina started pretending her fork was a penis and she was blowing it, "Wouldn't...you...like...if...this...were...you..." She said between thrusts.

Nathan turned away and left in a hurry.

"Aw." Lina sighed and finished her pancake, "Where Oliver go?"

Her question was answered a few minutes later when Oliver came out of Rachel's room adjusting his pants, "Uh sorry Lina. Rachel needed..."

"Cock. Got it." Lina said, "So you going to ex...ex...um...test me today?"

"No. I'm going to stick with you though, make sure you don't get hurt."

"Ah. But what if I don't wanna."

"Huh?" Oliver said, "You mean...you want to get hurt?"

"No silly!" Lina scoffed, "What if I want to be alone?"

"Oh. Well...I guess I hadn't considered that..."

"I'm dumb, not stupid. Go look after Dylan's boobs. I'll be fine." Lina insisted.

"Well..."

"Well what? Am I your **** or do I have auto-to-to-no-me? Uh. You know what I mean."

"Autonomy? Yes. It's just...I feel responsible..." Oliver started.

"I'll have a girls day with Rach and Liza. Don't need no man!" Lina giggled again, "Well...just a little."

Oliver bit his lip, "Okay. I'm sorry, but this is for your own good. Do not leave the cottage without me or Rachel."

Lina shrugged, "Whatever boss."

Oliver sighed, "I guess I'll go check on Dylan then..." He turned and left.

Lina did try to leave the cottage, but found she could only open the door, not step through. That was fine. She went and knocked on Rachel's door, ignoring the moaning from within, "Rach?" She opened the door and found Eliza straddling Rachel shoving a dildo back and forth into Rachel's mouth, "Hey, want to hang out today?" Lina asked.

"Fuck off!" Eliza said harshly. Lina giggled. She didn't think she'd ever heard Eliza talk like that. She backed away and shut the door. Wait, that was a pretty dumb thing to do, wasn't it? Lina giggled again. Right, it probably was best to wait until they are done. She was lucky to have Oliver looking out for her.

Dylan smiled and looked around, "Wow...this is perfect!" She spun around and laughed, "Look at my tits!" She pulled off her bra and tossed it.

Oliver raised his eyebrows, "Um wow...they are..."

"Small right!" She cupped them, "Ah...I love the wilderness!"

Since her transformation gave her the biggest boobs within 100ft, she'd decided to see what happened when she got away from everyone else. The result? Tiny tits! She was thrilled, but Oliver wasn't so carefree.

"Should you really be wearing those shorts...I know you had to dress while we were on the way here..."

"Yes. I want to see what happens. It's been almost two hours. I'm going to keep the shorts on and see what happens."

"You really want to...out here? What if someone see us?"

"Well if my tits balloon, you'll know someone is coming, right? Otherwise...I mean, fuck. I don't care."

"Well if you..." Oliver froze. Dylan suddenly had a strange look in her eyes, "Dyl?"

"Ooh...ooh..." She started to moan. Then she grabbed the front of her shorts and pulled so hard they ripped, "Cock...fuck. Give me." She launched herself at him and knocked him down. She kissed him hard and rough, "Fuck me." She begged, "Please fuck me."

She fumbled with his zipper and he was **** to help. The moment his cock was free she impaled herself on it, "Oh fuck yes. Fuck. Fuck Fuck."

She moved in a frenzy, bouncing up and down on him. She didn't hold back, moaning and screaming loud enough that he was sure they were going to be caught. They might be in the forest, but it was still a popular hiking destination.

Sure enough she wasn't done before suddenly her tits swelled, A-B-C-D-DD-E...someone was coming!

"Holy fuck...are they fucking?" He heard a woman's voice say, "They are! Oh my God!"

Dylan finally came and slide off of him, utterly exhausted.

Oliver stood up and covered his cock as he faced the approaching women, "Look...um...we're sorry...it's..." He wasn't sure what to say. He knew his get out of jail treasure meant he wouldn't get in legal trouble, but the law wasn't the only problem.

"Oh shit, did you see his cock? Hey man, show us your cock."

It must have been within his normal boundaries because he found himself obeying.

"Shit. That's huge. No wonder she couldn't wait. Is she passed out? Damn." One woman said.

"Hey can we take a photo with your cock?"

Oliver raised an eyebrow? Were they serious? "No. Go away." Thank God, that didn't seem to be within his boundaries, "Leave us alone."

"Damn, you were the ones fucking in the woods. Whatever, we'll leave."

Oliver knew they were far enough away when Dylan's boobs shrank back down. He helped her to her feet, but her shorts were ruined and there was no way she could wear them.

"Fuck it. I gotta get used to being naked. That was fun, but no way I can risk wearing clothes unless I'm prepared. It was like I was possessed."

"Like a horny zombie." Oliver suggested.

Dylan snorted, "Ya. Like a horny zombie." She shook her head, "Come on. Let's go home. I'll make you lunch to make up for being such a pain.

After all of Lina's teasing Nathan had needed to get away. He was so close to asking her to blow him, and while he really, really wanted that, he knew he had to resist if there was a chance of restoring their friendship. She wasn't herself right now, it wasn't fair to take advantage of her.

Not that he could entirely hold back his transformations. As he walked around the village he saw lots of hot women,

"Hey, nice rack."

"Hi, want to fuck?"

"Would you please suck my cock?"

Oh course this got him a lot of negative attention. Of course his main character syndrome loved it, negative or positive didn't matter. Having all those eyes on him really turned him on.

Unfortunately there is such thing as too much attention, even for him. It wasn't supposed to happen more than 5 times in one week, but here it was, twice in one day. He just managed to hop into an alley as he pulled his cock out and started to masturbate.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He shouted. He couldn't stop until he came, and he couldn't cum until he got permission. He kept going with one hand and started trying to call his friends with the other.

Rachel. No answer. Eliza. No answer. Dylan. No answer. Oliver. No answer. Lina..."Hello?"

"Lina! Thank God. I need permission to cum." Nathan said.

Lina's voice suddenly sounded far away, "What? Oh, you're ready? Coming!" He heard footsteps getting further and further away. Lina had set her phone down and walked away.

"Damn!" Nathan said as he continued to edge himself. What was he going to do?

"Well, what do we have here?" He turned and saw a woman standing there, raising her sunglass up to stare at him, "Naughty, naughty boy."

"I'm so sorry, I can't help it. Please, can you just...give me permission to cum?"

She smirked and stepped into the alley. To his shock she reached out and grabbed his cock, "Permission? Are you that well trained?"

She started stroking his cock, but he couldn't let go. He moaned and shook his head, "Please...I need..."

"Hmm...alright. You may cum."

Nathan exploded. Jet after jet shot out, an unbelievable amount. He was finally able to let go, and tried to quickly pull his pants up in embarrassment, "Thank you. I'm so sorry. I'm not a pervert, really, I just...it's hard to explain," Then he felt a new compulsion. He had to pay her back. Now. "I'm sorry, can I make it up to you? I'll do anything."

"Not a pervert? Well that's unfortunate. I happen to love perverts. If you want to make it up to me...stick out your tongue..."

Nathan did as ordered, and put his new extremely long tongue on display.

"Oh my...yes...come with me. You'll do nicely."

She was not his type at all. She was considerably older than him, and a little bit chubbier than he was used to. Still, he felt a burning desire to pay her back for that orgasm. He nodded and followed her back to her hotel room...where he learnt she was a dominatrix.

She loved tying up big strong men like him, and like an idiot he let her. Rather than let him pay her back right away, she teased him and made him cum over and over, accruing more and more 'debt' for him to pay back.

By the time he'd finally satisfied his own need to pay her back, she was more than satisfied. They'd spent the whole day together, skipping lunch and dinner. It was all Nathan could do to grab a quick shower and rush back to the cottage, he didn't want to miss the start of the game after all.