Chameleon Aftermath

Kenzie was on her knees, desperately trying to make Sierra cum. Sierra was wearing her magical strap on and as far as Kenzie knew, it should function just like a real penis. So why wasn't she cumming? Kenzie's jaw was starting to get sore. After another few minutes she'd had enough, she sat back on her heels, letting Sierra's dick fall out of her mouth, "What the fuck Sierra?"

"What? Maybe you just aren't...oh! Fuck. We're idiots."

"Huh?" Kenzie looked up at her, and then it dawned on her, "Oh shit."

"Right...I can't orgasm until I give a blowjob...and I'm the only one here with a dick." Sierra said, "Guess you'll just have to crawl forever."

"F-fuck. Well we can just change the rules. Give me a dick." Kenzie said.

Sierra shook her head, "No. Ken has a dick. Kenzie has a pussy. I won't change that."

"Well I'm not going to go give some random a blowjob, and...neither are you."

Sierra raised an eyebrow, "Are you jealous? You know we aren't officially engaged yet and even once we do, I'm still going to fuck whoever I want to fuck."

"What? Me? Jealous? No way. I just meant it's faster to solve this problem with the rulebook. Right now." Kenzie groaned, "In fact we should give us both dicks that cum 10L and get this punishment over with."

Mira suddenly tapped Sierra on the shoulder. Sierra grinned, "Mira says no."

"What? She didn't say anything." Kenzie complained.

Sierra hugged Mira tight, "She's my slave. I know what she's thinking."

Kenzie bit her lip. Sierra was probably right, Mira didn't want their punishments to end so quickly.

"Oh fuck, I have a great idea!" Sierra said. She snapped her fingers to summon the rulebook, "Remember how Shannon needs to blow dudes with big dicks?"

Kenzie nodded, "Ya..."

"Well it said something like...here it is. 5.2 inches erect is average and 6.3 inches is 95th percentile. What if we made 6.3 inches average and something like....7 inches as 95th percentile. If you want, I'll throw in making Ken 99th percentile."

"Why do you want to screw over Shannon?" Kenzie said.

"Do I need a reason? It's fun."

Kenzie sighed, "And how does it get me off my knees?"

"Again, it doesn't. Ok, I'm proposing Old Rule: The average erect penis is 6.3 inches long and the 95th percentile is 7 inches long. Ken Whitmore is in the 99th percentile. Mira?"

Mira nodded her approval.

"Kenzie?" Sierra asked.

Kenzie sighed, "Fine. Go ahead."

"Done. And...yes. It worked like I thought. Shannon's rule still says 5.2 and 6.3, but not the percentiles are different. So most guys will trigger her need to blow them, but it's not that many more that she has to obey. And Ken is going to have a monster dick come November."

"Great...and now can we get back to this problem," Kenzie pointed to her knees.

"Of course. I propose a new rule, Kenzie Whitmore feels no discomfort from crawling and she can't be injured or feel pain from crawling over rough surfaces."

"I hate you..." Kenzie muttered.

Mira gave a thumbs up, so Sierra looked down at Kenize, "Well? Do you want it or not."

"Fuuuck. Fine. So I assume that means you aren't going to help me out?"

"What? Kenzie, I'm hurt. I did! Now you can crawl anywhere. And I will help. Eventually. I just need to go find a dick I want to suck. Mira, coming with?"

Mira nodded.

"She needs to suck a dick too. Wanna come?" Sierra asked.

Kenzie shook her head. Her sexuality was fluid enough that she'd enjoyed having sex with women who were men or had male parts, but she wasn't quite ready for a male brain-male body experience.

"Suit yourself. Let's go Mira. I know I'm the Mistress and you're the slave, but take my leash would you? I need to start earning my 10km."

Kenzie watched them go, then sighed and crawled back to her room. Maybe it was just as well she couldn't stand up. With this stupid corset on she couldn't wear any other clothes, and she didn't really want to wander campus with her pussy on full display.

100 hours. Just 100 hours. Or rather, 99 more. She crawled to her room and pulled herself up onto the bed. Just 99 more hours...

Shannon slipped away from the dorm room early. With all the rulebook shenanigans it was hard to focus on school, but she was, or had been, a top student, and she wasn't about to let that go so easily. She needed to get some studying done, and stop thinking about sex for at least 5 minutes.

She felt uncomfortable as she walked. Her new boobs were just...excessive. She didn't have any bras that would fit over them, or any shirts, but she'd 'liberated' something of Ken's last night which at least provided some coverage. Coverage only though, she was desperate for a little support. With every step they bounced enough she barely able to keep upright.

She was nearly to the lounge when she spotted a man out on an early morning jog. She froze as she watched him go by. She felt herself start to salivate. How the hell was this possible. Her very first male sighting after getting her new 'power' and he was a 6.5? She nearly chased after him, that's how much she suddenly wanted his cock in her mouth. She might've too, if she'd actually had some chance to catch up to him.

And then he was gone, too far to influence her. She gulped, wondering just how hard it would be to get through her day. She'd better hurry and get a private study room. She rushed into the lounge and nearly collided with a bewildered man. She opened her mouth to apologize, but no words came out. It had been more than 12 hours since her last blowjob.

She gulped as she looked at him. A 6.4. What are the odds she'd find someone so hung so quickly? Maybe she'd be able to speak soon. Very soon. She pointed at his crotch, then at her mouth and licked her lips.

He raised an eyebrow, "You want...to suck my dick?"

She nodded eagerly.

He seemed to consider it, then reached down and grabbed her leash, "Fine, follow me."

He pulled and she had no ability, or desire, to resist. He led her to a small study room and then dropped his shorts, freeing his already hard cock. Shannon wasted no time at all, in seconds her lips were wrapped around him and she was giving it everything she had.

It didn't last long, but to her great surprise he suddenly pulled out and sprayed his load all over her chest. She gasped and looked at him. Then she recalled the wording of her punishment and quickly scooped up some of his cum and licked her fingers.

"Fuck..." She whispered, then realized she'd said that aloud and sighed. She had given a blowjob and swallowed semen, if even there was a slight gap. She'd earned herself 12 hours of speech.

She stood and pulled her shirt up, "Since you're here, want to try some of my milk?" 100 people was a lot, but she wasn't going to get rid of it without asking people.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, like he wasn't sure how to even respond. Then he shrugged and leaned down, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. She moaned softly as he started to drink. Damn, why did it feel so good?

After a minute he popped off and stood up, "That's good stuff. I bet the guys would love a taste. Stay here, I'll go get them."

Before Shannon could object he was already out the door. She swore, then took a step to follow him out but the moment her foot was about to cross the threshold it stopped. She couldn't leave. A man with a penis longer than 6.3 inches had told her to stay, so she would stay.

She groaned. So much for studying.

Donna heard a bell chime as she stepped into the store. From deep within she heard a voice call, "Coming!"

As she waited she looked around. She had considered herself fairly 'in the know' but she could even fathom what half the stuff here was for. She idly picked something up off a shelf and turned it over in her hands.

"Ah, the inflatable gag caught your eye?" A woman's voice said, suddenly very close to her.

Donna whirred and saw a woman standing there. She blushed and put it back, "N-no. Just looking."

The woman eyed Donna up and down, "I see...well considering you are both topless and handcuffed...I think you are in the right place. What can I help you find?"

"I need a straightjacket. One that I can wear for 24 hours straight. Oh, and a corset to wear underneath it." Donna hoped to get rid of her bondage punishment, and that was the only way to do it.

The woman nodded, "Yes, you'd look quite good all tied up. Let me see what we can do for you...follow me."

Donna followed the woman and soon enough she wearing a tightly laced corset while the employee helped her into a latex straightjacket. Donna would have bought it and tried it on at home, but the woman insisted it was difficult to get into and she needed a pro to help her out.

And then suddenly it was all the way on and Donna heard a loud click, "W-what was that?"

"The lock dear. I know an amateur like you would struggle to free yourself even without the padlock, but really you need the lock to ensure you are completely trapped."

Donna struggled a little, but like the woman said, she was trapped. There was no way Donna was getting free without help. Donna smiled nervously at the woman, "Ok, well it fits, obviously. So I'll take it. If you would just..."

The woman suddenly grabbed the end of the leash, "You're Donna aren't you? Donna Okafor?"

Donna nodded, "Yep. That's me."

The woman gently tugged the leash, forcing Donna to take a step forward, "I've heard about you. They say...they say Donna Okafor has the best tasting pussy on campus."

Donna blushed, "Well...yeah...that's the rule, isn't it."

The woman tugged again, until Donna's face was nearly touching hers, "24 hours is pretty specific. You lost some kind of bet or something?"

"...Or something," Donna admitted, "I have to spend 24 hours in a straightjacket...although I'm not 100% sure if it's continuous or not."

"Well Donna Okafor, I'm Amy, and I'm somewhat experienced with long term bondage. I have a proposition for you. I'll take care of you for 24 hours, make sure you don't have any issues with your captivity, and I won't even charge you for the straightjacket when it's done. Unless you want to keep it of course. And in exchange..." Amy's hand reached down to caress Donna's thighs, "You let me find out if the rumor is true."

Donna gulped, "S-so you help me out and I pay you by letting you eat me out? Um...where do I sign up?"

Amy winked, then turned and started to walk away. She never let go of the leash, so Donna was forced to follow, "Come with me pet. We're going to have a wonderful time together.