CH3: Complications in the Plan

Then I realize. No, it’s a safe zone, I can’t shoot there. I groan and put my gun away and grind my teeth. Now would’ve been the perfect moment to get rid of Esme. Dammit. The girl doesn’t zip her cock back up and just starts checking the guns. She was one of the girls with the bigger bulges. Now I know why. It’s kind of scary. I sure wouldn’t like getting fucked by her. I can only imagine how Hope feels. She did cum, but I’m sure her insides are all kinds of messed up. I can hardly fit two fingers inside my pussy. A tomato sized cock head sounds like some hentai thing honestly.

I am in a bit of a pickle. I can’t leave this spot or I will get spotted and I can't shoot from here either. Maybe I should wait for the hour? It seems stupid. I do also have the bomb or whatever, but I bet the same rules apply for it. If I throw it to the safe area, I’m going to be eliminated. I decide to wait and eventually Hope walks back from the bathroom and slaps Esme on the face and the girls scream at each other a little.

“You wanted to fuck!”

“Well yeah! But not with a freak with a huge monster fucking cock!”

“Yeah, but you knew what you were getting yourself into, bitch!”

“Shut up! You were too rough! Have you never fucked a girl before?!”

“No… but I can totally fit it inside mine!”

“What?! You can? What the fuck?!”

The girls both get embarrassed and eventually hug it out and go play 8-pool on the billiard tables. Esme’s comment about being able to fuck herself is a little something I am familiar with too. Without any balls, my penis easily reaches my pussy and if I want, I can absolutely push it inside. It’s still incredibly awkward, but I can do that. The benefits of being a dickgirl I guess.

I wait, and wait, until I hear more footsteps and turn to look at the hallway. My eyes go wide. It’s my friend, it’s Grace and she’s coming alone with a big chest. “Oh hey! Finally, gee.” Hope laughs and goes to Grace who seems to be struggling with the box. It looks heavy. Grace is also not the biggest girl there is. The hat wearing girl smiles at them and walks over to the sandwich bar and looks around at the mess of guns on the floor and sighs: “What’s this all about? Why didn’t you put the guns where they are supposed to be? Also, why’s the thing on?” She asks a little frustratedly and points at the safe zone device and the girls seem a little shy to shed light on it. Suddenly the light turns off and Grace throws her hands up: “Aaaand there we go. We lost it, thanks guys.”

The light is off, now is my chance to shoot. But there’s three of them, including Grace. Dammit. What am I going to do? “Have you seen this girl’s dick? Y-you wouldn’t be able to resist it either. N-no way.” Hope says unsurely and Esme gets a frown: “You didn’t say that earlier. I got the image that you didn’t like it.” She crosses her arms and Grace seems flustered.

“W-wow… you guys… you guys fucked here? Wicked...” Grace mutters a little amused and the other two look at eachother shyly. “Yes.” They say in unison and Grace rolls her eyes and points at the guns: “Well, alright then. But you got to put those in the right place. Behind the couch. I’ll go to the bathroom.” She hurries off and the girls start picking up the shotguns and I see my chance. As soon as the bathroom door closes, I take aim and press the trigger.