Eventually

Ivy looked around at her friends, then settled on Dax. She stared at him until he spoke, "Yes Ivy?"

"Dax, could you please go buy me some pleaser heels?" She asked.

"Uh...ya. Ok I can do that." Dax wanted to help his friend out and besides he had to get his steps in, "I'll be back soon."

Then she looked to Theo, "This is super embarrassing but...could you carry me to my room? I can't walk until I get those heels."

Theo awkwardly squirmed under his pillow, "T-that's not a good idea."

"Please! I'll-" She froze, remembering what happened last time she made a promise to Theo. She felt heat rising in her core and smiled. She had an idea of why he was being so awkward. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'll help you out with your rather big problem in your pants."

Theo gulped and nodded, "O-okay." He scooped her up easily, perhaps because of his new athletic talent, and carried her to her room.

He set her on the bed and she immediately pulled down her shorts to expose the belt. There was a little screen on the front showing the number 9.

"9? What does that mean?" Theo wondered.

Then she looked up at Theo. She gulped. She'd made a promise and he'd delivered. She suddenly felt like she HAD to 'help out with his problem'.

"Show me." She told him.

Theo slowly undid his belt and lowered his pants. His massive cock was rock hard. "It's been like this since that community chest, pay stripper. It won't go away."

As she stared at his cock she knew she would have dealt with it, promise or not. Her libido was on fire. If not for the belt it would already be inside her. She reached out and stared to stroke it, but that wasn't enough for her. She needed it insider her body. She leaned forward and took it in her mouth, doing her best to make it feel good for him.

After a few minutes she was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. She sat back on her heels, but she didn't feel the same release she felt last time. She looked at his cock. It was still hard. She waited, and waited, but it remained erect.

"It's not going away..." Theo remarked.

She gulped. She'd promised to take care of it. But it still needed attention. She reached out for it again...

"Wait, your belt."

She looked down. Now it was 8.

"It went down..."

"I think...I think you have to blow me 8 times." Theo said.

Ivy grinned at him, "Oh sure, just blow me...but ya...it's worth a shot..." Besides, she thought silently, she really couldn't say no.

---

As soon as Theo started carrying Ivy away, Kat got up and rushed to her room. She stripped down and stood in front of her mirror, her breasts. Her leaking breasts. Her pierced nipples. She couldn't believe it.

The piercings had no apparent way to remove them besides cutting them off, but Kat dismissed that idea without even trying it. They were a magical punishment, she really doubted she could just cut them off.

And the milk? Was it permanent too? She'd have to...to...milk herself?

No. She couldn't. She couldn't do it.

Still nude she sat down on her bed and grabbed her tablet. She started to search the internet...what happens if you don't breastfeed? what happens if you lactate and don't express it...

The answers? Not good.

Of course women who started lactating the proper way could safety taper down their production and stop without endangering themselves. But Kat had never been pregnant. This wasn't normal. She highly doubted it would just stop if she left it.

Would the magic protect her for clogged ducts? Mastitis?

Probably not.

She couldn't just avoid her boobs forever. She had to find a way to deal with them.

Maybe in the morning though. She just couldn't bring herself to do it now. She found an old oversized shirt and put it on, but immediately felt overdressed and took it off. She sighed. It seemed overdressed wasn't about formality, just about how much skin was showing.

She'd need to buy maternity bras or else she'd ruin all her clothes.

If she could even wear bras.

She started trying them on and eventually found success. It seemed she could wear underwear, as long as it was white.

She sat on her bed in a white bra and panties. She glanced to her door. Should she...could she...ask Sahar for help?

She shook her head. No. That would be way too weird. Besides. Sahar has Ivy...right? Kat laid back on her bed and stared up at her ceiling, unsure of what to do.

---

Sahar sighed. Everyone had left so quickly that she was alone before she even considered her position. She sat on the floor a while waiting for Theo to come back out, but when he didn't she gave up and crawled to the bathroom. She took off her pants and examined the belt. It had the number 3 on it, and no obvious way to get it off. She felt like it couldn't be time, otherwise the game would have just fined them then and there. It had to be some sort of task.

She'd gotten the belt for going to jail. So...restorative justice? She had to...apologize?

That...that could be it actually. 3 people she had wrong.

Her parents?

She'd left home for a reason but still...they must be worried about her.

Kat?

They weren't a couple but she couldn't forget the look on Kat's face when she'd caught her playing with Ivy's boobs.

She had no desire to confront her parents and while she was loath to bring it up to Kat too, she felt like that was the easier decision.

She crawled over to Kat's door and knocked.

"Just a minute!" Kat called.

Sahar waited until she opened the door.

"Oh, shoot. Uh, get up!" Kat said, seeing Sahar crawling on the floor.

Sahar stood, "Thanks...um...can we talk?"

Kat hesitated, then nodded, "Come in."

Sahar did and waited for Kat to sit down on her bed. Sahar couldn't join her, so she stood in front of her. Only then realized she'd forgotten to put her pants back on. She blushed, "Oh sorry, I..."

"It's fine. We've seen enough of each other thanks to this game. I'm practically naked after all."

Kat was wearing a tank top and short shorts, hot, but not nearly nude in Sahar's mind.

"Right, um, so, I wanted to talk about...the other night..."

Kat waved her off, "It's fine. What you do is your business."

"No!" Sahar said harshly, "I mean...I'm sorry. I...there's nothing between Ivy and I. I just...I don't know what to say. I'm a horny virgin lesbian who jumped at the chance to touch someone boobs? Yeah...I mean...that's pretty much it. I...I just don't want you to have the wrong idea."

Kat stared at her for a minute, the nodded, "Ok. I understand. There's nothing between you and Ivy."

Sahar smiled weakly, "T-that's right...cause...cause..." She clenched her fists. She was supposed to have increased confidence, so where was it? "Cause I-"

"SAHAR?!" Theo's booming voice came from the hallway.

"Um. In here." She called back.

Theo opened the door without knocking, he looked exhausted, "We...we figured it out. Ivy and me."

"Huh?"

"The belt," Theo said, "It's orgasms. You gotta give that many orgasms." He wiped sweat off his head, "Uh Kat I'm heading home. I'll come by early tomorrow to help Ivy the rest of the way. See you guys tomorrow." He waved and was gone.

Sahar gulped. Orgasms. It was orgasms. She looked at Kat.

Kat stared back at her. Sahar had no idea what she was thinking.

Finally Kat spoke, "Ok."

"Ok?" Sahar asked.

"Ok. You have to give 3 orgasms. Dax and Theo have the wrong equipment for you and Ivy's in her own belt. I can't send you out to find a stranger and I can't let you go bankrupt. So...ok...I'm...here and um...willing."

Sahar's mouth fell open. Kat...her crush...just...just...

"Are you sure?" She mentally smacked herself. What was she going, just get a taste of that pussy!?

"Y-yes...but...we do it my way."

"Yes! Of course. Whatever you say." Sahar said.

When she learned what Kat's way was, she was a little disappointed, but she tried not to let it show.

First Kat blindfolded her. Then she put on noise cancelling headphones. Then she passed Sahar a vibrator. She didn't get to see Kat strip, or even touch her. Kat moved Sahar's hand and turned the vibrator on and she just had to hold it there.

The headphones and blindfold meant she had little idea what was going on, except that her hand kept being pushed away and readjusted by Kat.

A few minutes later the blindfold came off and Sahar blinked as light flooded in. As Kat took off the headphones Sahar stared at her. Kat was looking flushed, and hiding under a blanket, "It didn't work." Kat said.

Sahar looked down. The belt still said 3.

"I think..." Kat hesitated, "I think you have to do it yourself. N-no toys."

"Okay...are you ok with that?" Sahar asked.

"No...but we're going to make it ok," Kat said. Sahar was confused, but struggled to keep her excitement hidden as Kat explained, "I can't bring myself to...express my milk. I know you have a fetish for it now...so I want you to...take care of my problem. Then because of my punishment I'll need to repay you by taking care of yours. Your belt. Now..." Kat grabbed the blindfold and put it on herself, "I want you to tell me to shut up. Then I'm going to put the headphones on and remove the sheet. Y-you understand?"

Sahar nodded.

"Uh. Shut up." Sahar said, taking away her ability to speak.

Kat nodded and put the headphones on. Then she laid back down and slowly pulled the sheet away.

Sahar's breath caught in her throat.

Kat was...perfect.

She had to **** herself to stop drooling. Kat would feel weird if Sahar made this weird. She had to try to remember this wasn't a lover, this was a friend helping a friend.

She gulped.

She climbed on top of Kat, felt her stiffen at her touch.

She leaned down and stuck out a tongue, flicking a nipple.

Kat stirred, but stayed silent.

Right, Sahar thought, not sexual. This is clinical.

She stared at Kat's breast. Her huge perfect tit.

Ok. It was definiately sexual.

Still she tried to keep it strictly to what was necessary. She put her mouth around Kat's nipple and sucked.

It tasted sweet. It was so good. Way better than anything she'd ever had before.

She couldn't get enough.

She drained one, then the other, then wished there was more.

She was so turned on. If not for the belt holding she back she probably wouldn't have been able to hold back.

Sahar slides down, stares at Kat's pussy. She wants it so bad.

She dives in. She's never done this before but she's got the general idea. Her enthusiasm more than makes up for experience and she quickly feels Kat shaking underneath her.

She glances down at her belt.

It reads 2.

She goes back for more.

---

Dax entered the shop and stared to look around. He spotted a selection of heels and started walking that way.

"Hi, can I help you find anything?" Dax turned and saw a gorgeous woman smiling at him.

He grinned, "Hi. I'm Dax. I'm looking for some pleaser heels."

"I'm afraid we don't have anything in your size, but we could order in." She said, the smile not leaving her face.

"Not for me. For a friend. Size 6. With a 3 inch platform." Dax explained.

"Ah, of course. Dax...I've heard about you. All about you."

Dax was confused, until he remember the tabloid newspaper punishments. So strangers suddenly know things about him? That's kind of weird. "Uh, only good things I hope."

"I hear you're a womanizer. That you can't commit. That you're with a different woman every night."

Dax shrugged, "I wouldn't go that far, but I can't really refute it."

"I also hear that you are literally addicted to eating pussy."

"True, also my cum tastes amazing." Dax said with a grin.

She rolled her eyes, "Ya right. There's no way I'm touching that thing, who knows where it's been...but...I'll let you eat me out."

"Really? Sure." Dax licked his lips. His addiction was manageable, but he had a really hard time turning it down.

"If..." The woman continued, "You spend $1000 here. I get commission."

Dax hesitated and nearly pointed out that such a trade would basically make her a prostitute. In the end he nodded, "I can do that."

Besides, he thought, Ivy will appreciate having some selection.

He ended up buying 4 pairs of heels that Ivy could wear for just over $1000. "Ok so now what?"

"Now the real fun begins," She grabbed a pair of fuzzy handcuffs off a nearby shelf, "Turn around."

"But-"

"Turn around." She repeated, "Or no pussy."

Dax obeyed and felt the cuffs click closed. She stood on her tip toes to whisper in his ear, "Now let's have some fun..."

---

Ivy woke to someone knocking at the door. She slide her legs over the side of the bed and tried to walk, only to immediately fall down.

Shit! She'd forgotten she can't walk.

The knock came again.

She quickly crawled out of her room and to the door. She opened it and there was Dax holding a bag, "Here." He held it up for her.

"Where were you? I thought you were coming back last night!" Ivy complained. She wasn't really mad about not having the heels, but she was curious about trying Dax's cum. Since she needed to give orgasms anyway, why not see what it's like?

"Sorry there were...complications." Dax said, not making eye contact, "Uh. I have to go to work."

"Wait, I need to give you a blowjob." Ivy said, totally serious.

Dax shuddered, "N-no. I'm good. Real good. Raincheck." He turned and walked away before Ivy could say anything else.

As she watched him leave she thought he really did look rough. What had happened to him last night?

She closed the door and opened the bag, pulling out the heels. She'd totally look like a stripper wearing these, but she had ****. She put them on and then stood up.

Kat's door open and a bleary eyed Kat came out, "Ivy? Who was at the door?"

"Dax, he brought my heels." Ivy said. Ivy glanced at the couch, "Where's Sahar? Did she leave already?"

"Y-yes! She left. She had something to do at school." Kat said quickly.

"Wait...it's not 6am yet. Didn't her curfew says 6-6?"

"Uh...uh..." Kat stared at her blankly, "Oh uh...bye." Kat stepped back into her room and slammed the door.

Ivy stared at the door for a minute.

No...it couldn't be...

She shrugged. None of her business anyway. She walked back to her room, heels clicking loudly on the floor. She got into bed and pulled her shorts out to look at the belt. 2. Just two more.

She took a selfie of her cleavage and sent it to Theo. Not that he needed any help getting hard. She just wanted to remind him of what was waiting for him.

To her surprise he texted back, despite the early hour.

"Coming!"

Ivy grinned. Yes, yes you will be...she thought.