Break 8

There were hands all over her body. Roaming every inch of her. She struggled, whether to stop them or join them she wasn't sure, but the chains held her fast to the bed. Suddenly lips pressed against her own, the blindfold preventing her from identifying them. Man, woman? She wasn't sure. She gasped as another set of lips pressed against her public mound. So close and yet so far...she thrust her hips forward and received a playful slap between her legs in response.

A voice whispered in her ear, "Patience." A man. Unknown.

Another voice, "Such a hungry slut." A woman this time, also unknown.

She felt like she should know who it was and yet it eluded her entirely. Then suddenly a flash of light as the blindfold was ripped off. She gasped as she stared at the people teasing her. Cami, Kandi, Sapphire, Princess and Miles, twice, both in his male and female forms. All of her friends were naked and toying with her. Male Miles moved between her legs, his cock jutting out hard and proud. Female Miles winked at Daria, then put her hands on the cock and slowly guided it towards Daria's pussy. Just as it touch her lower lips she-

"AHH!" Daria woke up with pleasure flooding her body. She was gasping for breath and looking around, but of course she was alone. She glanced over at the clock, 6am. Exactly when her alarm would have woken her.

She pulled back the sheets and stood up on shaky legs. She noticed with embarrassment that she'd left a wet spot on the bed, she could even feel the result of her arousal dripping down her legs. She'd had erotic dreams before but that...that was something else.

Despite the orgasm that woke her up she was still on edge but she didn't care, couldn't dare, touch 'Sapphire's' pussy. Instead she hurried to the bathroom for a cold shower.

After her shower she returned to her room to get dressed, except, well, nothing suited her. She picked out outfit after outfit but they just felt so...blah, she really couldn't see herself wearing anything. She picked up her phone and sent Miles as text. Despite his recent makeover he was still a man, and she really needed a man's opinion.

While she waited for him to reply she figured she'd go get started on breakfast. Breakfast in bed that is. She knocked on Cami's door.

The door opened, "I'm so happy to see moo!" Cami grabbed the back of Daria's neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Not that Daria minded, but her own compulsion took over at that point and she broke it off to push Cami back into her room on onto her bed. "Cowgirl, remember? Can I sit on your face?"

Daria didn't know if Cami meant to say that or not, but it didn't matter. She laid down on the bed and started pulling on Cami's legs. Cami climbed up and slowly lowered her pussy over Daria's face. Daria ate it like she was starving, and soon Cami was practically mooing.

The only problem was that as Cami got closer and closer to an orgasm she had less and less control of herself. She was putting too much weight on Daria's lips, not to the point of hurting, but to the point of rending Daria mute. And Cami couldn't cum without permission, and Daria couldn't stop unless she came.

Finally Daria put her hands on Cami's thighs and pushed. Cami got the message and lifted up just enough, "You may cum!" Daria shouted. Cami collapsed back on top of Daria as she came, then finally rolled off her and slide down beside her.

"Oh wow, that was udderly amazing!" Cami beamed, "Should I ask Sapphire for permission to moo you too?"

Daria shook her head, "I came too, remember?" She breathed heavily as she recovered. It wasn't even 6:30 and she'd cum twice already.

"Ok, but can I at least make breakfast for you?" Cami asked.

Daria nodded and Cami slid out of bed and headed for the kitchen. Like Daria, Cami was naked. Daria couldn't quite pinpoint the moment when it was normal for her to have a female roommate that walked around nude, but probably around the same time she started feeling comfortable walking around nude herself.

She got up and joined her in the kitchen, only to see Cami manually expressing her milk into a bowl. She smiled at Daria, "Just getting some fresh milk for breakfast." She explained. Daria waited as she filled the entire bowl with milk, still shocked by the sheer volume Cami produced. Then Cami started getting out other ingredients, "Oh shoot. Daria could you read the recipe to me? I can't remember if it's 1 cup of milk or 2."

"Sure," Daria took the recipe book, "It's 2."

Cami poured the milk into the bowl, then pour the rest into two large glasses. She pushed one to Daria and raised the other for herself, "Cheers! Do you want me to fuck you up the ass?"

"P-pardon?" Daria asked.

"Huh, I said do you want whipped cream with your pancakes." Cami explained.

"Uh, no thanks."

Cami smiled and started back on the pancakes. Daria had to double check a few more measurements for her, but Cami seemed ot know what she was doing. Soon the two of them were eating, in the nude, at their kitchen table.

Daria set down her fork, "Um Cami...could we test my maid to serve transformation?"

"Uh sure, what do you want to moo?"

"Just...give me an order. I'll try to not do it."

"Ok..." Cami looked around and saw the dishes she'd used to make the pancakes, "Wash the dishes."

The words hit Daria like lightning. Wash the dishes. She didn't immediately get up and start doing it but it immediately occupied a huge part of her mind. Wash the dishes. Why aren't you washing the dishes? You should be washing the dishes. She heard it over and over again, her internal voice demanding she do it.

"I..." Daria struggled with rejecting the task, "I...I...won't." She finally said.

Cami smiled, "Good for you. I'm glad you can-"

She didn't finish. Daria suddenly jumped out of her chair and ran to the kitchen, "Sorry I just have too!" She started washing the dishes and immediately felt a huge sense of relief.

"Oh, guess it's hard to resist after all." Cami said.

Daria finished the dishes and put them on the drying rack, then returned to the table, "Ok. That was harder to resist than I thought. I'm a little worried. What if someone...asks...well...something sexual."

"Let's try it. Lick my pussy!" Cami ordered again.

Once again the words hit her, but the impact wasn't quite as strong. She found herself thinking hard about it, she suddenly really, really, really wanted to. She licked her lips unconsciously as she thought about it. Did it count if it wasn't a task she was loath to do? It was a lot different to repeat the actions of this morning than to, say, blow a stranger.

Still the compulsion to obey was definitely less than it had been with the dishes. In fact she felt like she could resist this one. She could, she definitely could. Except...why should she?

"I...I want to." Daria said aloud. Then she got under the table and pushed Cami's thighs apart. She reached out with her tongue and...

The moment she licked Cami's pussy, the compulsion vanished. She blinked and pulled back, "Uh...sorry." She crawled out from under the table and sat down again.

"Wow, no, it's ok," Cami said, "Do you want me to accompany you to work or something? You know, strength in the herd and all that."

Daria shook her head, "No. It wasn't as strong. I think I could resist an order from a rando that I really didn't want to do."

Cami smirked, "So you wanted to lick my pussy?"

"No, I mean, yes, no. Ugh." Daria was flustered and didn't know how to reply.

Cami laughed, "I should go get ready for work. Would it help if I got you dressed?"

Daria shook her head, "No, I'll wait for Miles."

She took another pancake, and waited for Miles to call.

---

Princess opened her eyes and stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling. Where was she exactly?

She sat up, too quickly, and immediately laid back down again. Her head hurt. Right, of course it hurt. She remember what she'd done last night.

After the game ended she'd gone off alone. It wasn't that she was in love with Miles or anything, but he had been a reliable source of cock. Now there was a penis shaped void in her life, so she'd gone off to try and fill it.

Before the game had started she'd been a pretty serious person. She'd gone to bars, but she'd never really gone out to pick someone out, up get picked up as the case may be. All of her previous relationships had developed much more slowly.

The game had changed her though, for better, or worse. She was certainly more free with her sexuality now, not afraid of getting hurt, not afraid of seeking her own pleasure. Of course that freedom came at a pretty heavy cost. She might enjoy it, but she was certainly a slut by any definition of the word.

She sat up again, slower this time. She looked over at her 'partner' from last night. He was hot enough, but too selfish to become a repeat customer. When he saw her belt he laughed and demanded a blowjob instead. He wouldn't even give her the chance to explain that he could just remove it and she'd been **** to enthusiastically agree that she was made for sucking cock.

While it was true that she got pleasure from blowjobs, thanks to 'as above so below', it didn't mean that she got off on them. If anything it just made her more **** to get the belt off.

Of course after the blowjob she'd tried to convince him to reciprocate, but the combination of her agreeing with him that she didn't need to get off and her own need to charge money for it meant she'd gone all night without any luck.

Of course he'd gotten quite lucky, she couldn't help it, every time he got hard again she just had to take care of it, payment or not. It left her feeling rather resentful.

"Fuck, Miles really, like, needs his cock back." He wasn't perfect, but he would never leave her hanging like that.

"Huh?" Her date woke up and stirred beside her. "You say something?"

"Sorry, like, I gotta go." She stood up and started putting her clothes back on. She'd originally intended to stay and shower, but she wanted to get away before she noticed his morning wood.

"Aw, can I get your number ? You were great last night."

She rolled her eyes, happy to enthusiastically agree to that, "Ya, like, I totally was! I'm a great cocksucker. But if you want my number you should have locked my pussy."

She finished dressing, she hadn't been wearing much in the first place, and headed out before he could stop her.

She really should go home, but she also needed a shower before work. She decided to go to Daria and Cami's place, it was close and one of them should still be there.

A short while later she knocked on their door and Cami answered. Before Princess could react Cami had stepped forward and started to make out with her. Princess pulled away as quickly as possible but Cami didn't appear to be offended.

"Ah Princess? Bonjour, did you forget something here?"

She shook her head, "No. I was just hoping one of you would shower with me?"

"Ah oui, of course. I have to run to make it to work, but Daria's inside. She'll help you."

Princess went inside to find Daria and was shocked to find her naked. Apparently she just couldn't decide what to wear and was waiting for Miles to call her and give her a suggestion. At least she was all ready for a shower.

It was awkward but Princess was getting used to it. Daria had already taken a shower so she just stood beside her and tried to keep her hair dry which made it go by pretty quick.

As they stepped out the phone rang and Daria dashed for it. By the time Princess had dried her hair Daria was already dressed. Daria said she had to run and left a key for Princess to lock up, then she was off.

Princess was left alone and hurried to get ready herself. Then she stepped into the living room and saw it, the devilish board game.

On a whim she stopped over to it and stared down, "You like, took the only reliable cock I had! Give it back!"

Lashing out she kicked at it. She expected it to fly across the table, but instead it was like kicking a brick wall. She fell down onto the couch and clutched her foot in pain.

After calming herself down for a minute she stood up to leave, but then she noticed words written on the dome of the board.

"What are you prepared to do....?"

---

Sapphire stared at the completed artwork in front of her. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

She'd created a post on Tumblr offering to do commissions for free, as a way of building experience. She'd recieved one almost instantly and had got to work right away. That had been...

She blinked and looked up. Was that...was it morning?

Exhaustion suddenly rippled through her body. She'd stayed awake all night working on it. She'd thought Crucible of focus was a boon and not a curse but she was suddenly suffering the aftereffects. Still, despite the all nighter she felt pretty good about herself. She wasn't used to doing porn but she thought like she'd done a create job capturing the ecstasy on Darkness's face as Kazuma facefucked her while she was tied up. It almost made her wish she was Darkness, it looked that good.

She blinked again. wait, no. She didn't want to be Darkness. Maybe Kazuma, if she was a man again. That would be better. Right. She liked women. That's right.

She sent the art off to the one who'd asked for it and immediately headed to bed. She did have class today, but she'd have to miss it. There was just no way. She stripped off her costume and hit the bed naked. She was asleep in seconds.

---

Cami made it to work just in time. It had been an odd sensation. She never intended to skip work or be late, but with Princess's unexpected arrival she'd been slightly delayed. She would have lingered to make sure Princess was ok, but suddenly it was like she was possessed. She HAD to get to work.

Hopefully Daria would take care of her. She felt bad for Princess. At least Cami had Daria as a partner, although she wasn't sure exactly how Daria felt about it. Moving in together had been the right call as far as Cami was concerned. It let them deal with all this nonsense. Having to find a different person each day, it sounded exhausting. And now that Princess had lost access to her favourite cock, well she imagined it would only get harder.

"Camille!" She heard her boss call and looked over, "My office, now."

Cami gulped, he seemed mad. She hurried off to see him.

She closed the door to his office and moved to makeout with him. He pushed her away immediately, "God Camille, what's gotten into you?"

"What do you mean?" She asked, "Do you want to get into me?"

"That, that's what I'm talking about. Look I'm not some stuffed suit, I can be chill, I can be hip. I don't want to police what you wear and I want to maintain a professional, respectful, workplace environment. But it's too much. If it keeps going like this, I can just seem my reputation tanking. I don't want to be known as the gallery owner that forces his female employees into sexual activities."

"But sir, you haven't **** anybody to do anything." Cami said honestly.

"I know that!" He yelled, "It's the perception that matters! When you seduce my art experts or flash my clients that reflects on me, don't you understand? It has to stop!"

"Are...are you going to kick me out of the barn?"

"Am I going to what?" He asked incredulously.

"Fire me." She clarified.

He sighed loudly, "No. I won't do that," He didn't know why, but he just couldn't imagine doing that to her, "But something has to change."

Cami had an idea. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off.

"Camille!"

She cupped her boobs and held them out to him, "Squeeze them. You'll feel better."

Despite his earlier attitude, he did exactly that. Her transformation made it normal for people to do it so he was able to get around his own moral misgivings. As he groped her, he did start to feel better, but he still didn't have an answer to his problem. What was he going to do with her?

"Sir, I won't deny that this heifer has become a little more...disruptive...lately, but I still know art. I want to make this gallery successful, and I'm not going to stop just because my udders are leaking."

He sighed again, "So...what am I suppose to do?"

She smiled, "Fuck me."

His eyes went wide, "Huh!?"

"Trust me," She said again, "I'll keep finding you great art, and you'll keep selling it. My new sexuality can be a weapon, instead of a hinderance. After all, who doesn't love big tits?"

He looked down at the two massive globes in his hands, "Uh..."

"By the way," She grinned, "Do you want to try some milk? It's delicious and can really help with your stress."

She stood up and his hands dropped away. She walked around the desk and sat down, then cupped one breast and held it up to him, "Go ahead."

"I...it wouldn't be appropriate."

"Why not? This cow will never refuse her bull."

"Bull..." He shifted slightly in his seat, one hand moving down to adjust his pants, "Well...we're both consenting adults..."

"Yes and besides...I'm so full, really, you'll be doing me a favour."

"A favour..." He murmured.

She'd decided she'd had enough waited. She grabbed the back of his head with her other hand and pulled his face into her breast. He latched on immediately and she moaned softly. This was going to be a good day after all.

---

Miles jumped out of bed. He suddenly HAD to get to work. He glanced at the time. Fuck. He was going to be late!

Except, why was he even going? He'd planned to skip work. After all he didn't look much like himself. He couldn't just waltz in there and do his job.

And yet he couldn't resist this compulsion.

Fuck. Forever Employed. He can't skip work. Fuck.

His legs moved on their own. He was barely able to grab his backpack, he was going to be late if he didn't anything else.

He burst out of the bedroom and saw a nude woman in the kitchen. Well, nude, except for her collar and cuffs, "Oh hey dude," She said, "I made breakfast."

"Can't, late!" He replied.

He slipped into a pair of Kandi's sandals and then he was gone. Kandi just shrugged and went back to her meal.

Fuck. Miles felt uncomfortable in his new skin, and unfortunately he was showing a lot of it. Kandi had dragged him back to her place so she could have a sleeping buddy, and she'd loaned him some clothes so sleep in that actually fit. That meant as he rushed towards work all he had on was a crop top and pajamas bottoms. He wasn't even wearing underwear, after all he hadn't wanted to borrow anyone and his boxers were just too big now.

Every step made his boobs jiggle. He didn't even have big boobs, maybe A or B cups, but still. They were so different, he wasn't used to them as he noticed them with every movement.

Even worse he could see people staring at him. When he had a male body he got some looks sometimes too, but he relished the look of desire women gave him. That same look from all these creepy men? Fuck no!

He'd taken a cab to Kandi's last night, after Kandi insisted he not drive his car. Technically he didn't have a drivers license, or not one that matched his face and Kandi had been worried about getting caught. Of course without a car and with very little money he found himself walking full speed towards the metro.

He made it onto the train and sat down, temporarily freed form his compulsion since he was going the right way. He pulled his phone out of his back and saw a message. She wants his advice? Oh right, well, at least she still considers him a man.

He called her, "Hi, need help?"

"Yes, what should I wear today? Nothing feels right!"

"Uh..." He didn't know much about women's clothes, and it was even worse when he couldn't see the choices. What was appropriate for her? "Wear a dress." He said finally.

"A dress, yes of course. I should wear a dress. Which one? Oh, I'll send you photos."

His phone started to ding as she started sending photos. He looked at the first few, but didn't have much preference. "The black one." He said, knowing she liked that colour."

"Thank you, and-" She started to say something else but then a man sat down beside Miles and started talking to him.

"Hey baby, late night?"

Miles screwed up his face, "Gotta go." He said to the phone. He hung up and put the phone away, "Fuck off." He said to the man.

"Whoa baby, I'm just being friendly."

Fuck, if this guy used polite language or...double fuck, if he looked into Miles's eyes...

Miles stood up and started to move towards the back of the train. The man stood up to follow, "Hold up, I wasn't-"

Thankfully another man on the train intervened, "Dude, do not follow her. She's not interested."

"Fuck you." The first man said.

"Ok, I'll calling security." The second man pulled out his phone.

Miles didn't hear what happened next, but nobody follow him to his new seat at the back.

After that sobering experience of what it's like to be a woman, Miles spent the rest of the ride in utter silence, contemplating his fate. Then the train came to a stop and he lost control again, rushing off to make it to work on time.

He got a few odd looks but otherwise made it up to his office without any issues. He sat down, logged in, and started to work.

It didn't last long.

His door opened, "Who the hell are you?"

"Boss Bitch, it's me." He said back.

"Who are you calling a bitch? And me isn't a name. What are you doing in this office!?" She demanded.

"I'm me, fuck, me." What the hell was his name again, "I work here."

"This office belongs to Miles Atwood. A man."

"I am a man," He insisted, "I'm him, that guy." He'd forgotten the name she said as soon as she'd said it. "I work here, I swear."

The transformation said he couldn't skip work, but also that he couldn't be fired. How the hell did it work when his boss didn't recognize him?

The magic of the board game must have **** some weird rationalization on her because she suddenly looked at him differently, "Oh right...you do work here...but this isn't your office. As I said it belongs to Miles. You must be one of the new hires. What is your name?"

She stared staring at Miles. Miles didn't know what to do. He didn't even remember his own name, should he just come up with something? A nickname for himself? Unfortunately as he thought about it, he stared back at her. Long enough for...

"I want...I want...I want someone to eat me out under my desk while I work all day."

Crap. "I...I can do that." Miles said. If she asked him outright, he couldn't refuse, but since she'd expressed it as a desire he didn't just feel compelled to do it, he WANTED to do it. "Please."

She blinked, "Um, yes. That must be why I hired you. Come along. I'll show you to your new workspace."

She led him to her office and the pointed underneath her desk, "You can stay there all day. Oh, I suppose I need to do this..." She pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties. She tossed them in her garbage bin and then sat down, keeping her skirt hiked up, "Get to work then." She spread her legs and pointed under the desk again.

Miles crawled under the desk and then she pushed herself forward. He eagerly licked between her legs, the start of a very long day.

---

As I said in Miles's poll there was some evidence that someone was voting many, many times. I haven't posted the results from Princess's poll yet, but there's evidence there too (dozens of votes for the same option within a minute for example)

I know it's just a smut story, but I'd appreciate if people just voted once. To combat this I've decided to go back to Strawpoll. I liked the convivence of using google forms, but I don't want to **** people to sign into google to vote and Strawpoll can limited responses without that.

I know there were some people upset by the result of Miles's vote, and since there may have been tampering I'm holding a second vote to decide his fate, building on Princess kicking the game in this chapter. Vote at the link below.

https://strawpoll.com/GPgVYJr54na

As for Princess's vote, I think the results will be less controversial so I'm going to keep it up as is, but I might tweak the final result when I'm ready to write the next round.