Florence has her fun

Florence took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. It was a rule that virgins had to masturbate daily, and she was running out of day. Had she been at home it would have been awkward but manageable. It wasn't that she'd never masturbated before. She knew what to do, even if she almost never did it.

Wait...she had flashes of memories. Reading and re-reading 50 Shades of Grey. Her hand slipping down into her panties...

She shook her head. No. That wasn't real. That hadn't really happened. She wasn't like that!

Still though, she had to deal with this problem. If only there wasn't a rule preventing masturbation in this house. It was huge, she could have found a private spot. But now...what was she supposed to do? Obviously she had to leave the mansion. With a reluctant sigh she pushed herself to her feet and walked out the front door.

The salty air was cool on her skin and she immediately wished she'd brought a sweater. She almost went back to get one, but her compulsion propelled for forward without one. She walked aimlessly on the property, stopping as she hit the water. She kicked off her sandals and stepped into the water. It was absolutely frigid and she immediately stepped back.

What was she doing? She couldn't really...couldn't touch...

She glanced around. This was actually a fairly private spot. The mansion and trees hid her from the other homes on this street and the darkness hit her from view of anyone on the other side of the arm. The compulsion stirred within her and she knew she couldn't avoid this forever. Slowly her hand made its way under her skirt, slipped into her panties, found...

She gulped. Was she really going to do this? She wasn't in the mood at all but rules were rules. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. Her imagination started to run wild and she saw herself sitting there in coils of rope, squeezing her tightly. She was a poor village girl, they'd tied her up and left her on the shore for pirates...no...for the Vikings. As a sacrifice. Those big strong warriors were coming for her. They were going to take her, ravish her. They were...

A moan escaped her lips. Her fantasy was running wild and her hand had found it's target. She forgot about who she was, where she was. She was that poor peasant girl, tied up, helpless. Closer and closer and...

"Ahhh!" A cry escaped her lips as she came. She opened her eyes and flushed with shame and embarrassment. She'd just masturbated in public. What if someone had seen her?! She glanced around but she saw nothing but the gentle lapping of the waves. She wiped her hand on her dress and stood up on wobbly legs. She'd really, really need a better plan tomorrow.

"I know what effects the cards have," Daniel said, "I know what effects I'm under. We all know what effects we're under. The game is over. The game IS over. The game is...oh...what's the use." He sighed loudly. He'd been trying to trigger his The GM transformation, but reality remained unmoved no matter what he said.

He looked out the window to stare at the water, hoping for inspiration. Then he leaned forward, "Is the Florence?"

It definitely was. She was walking back from the edge of the water. He supposed she'd gone for a late night stroll. Then an idea struck. As GM he was used to narrating events. What if he...

"Florence slowly walked back to the house," He started, "Then she did a jump in the air..." Nothing happened. Daniel frowned, "Then she stopped to look at the moon..." Again. Nothing happened. Daniel groaned, then bit his lip. If there was a consistent theme to this game it was sexuality...what if he..."Then she stopped and decided to go skinny dipping. She threw off her clothes and ran into the water."

He watched in fascinated horror as Florence stopped moving. After a brief paused she pulled her dress off, slid her panties down, and ran to the water. She screamed as she splashed into the cold water. Daniel jumped up, ready to run downstairs to rescue her, but then she jumped up and did a twirl in the water. She looked like she was having fun, blowing off some steam. He sat back down, suddenly terrified of his power.

He was going to have to learn to watch what he said.

"You are so cute! What do you want your big brother to bring you back as a souvenir!?" Mateo squealed as he stared at his youngest sister on the tablet.

"Umm...cake?" She said in her tiny voice, "No. Um. Um um um um um um...a dragon. No. Cake."

"How about a lobster stuffy?" Mateo suggested.

"Is it cake?" She asked.

Mateo laughed. He couldn't believe it. He was talking to his 5 year old sister. His parent's 10th child. He had vague memories of it all, but it didn't feel real until this. "How about a stuffy AND cake?"

"No. I want a dragon." She said firmly.

He heard his mom whisper something from off camera. His sister turned and nodded, then back to Mateo, "Momma says I have enough stuffies."

"What was that? It's hard to eat, Momma says you want 10 stuffies?" Mateo teased.

"MATEO!" His mom yelled.

"Got it mom. As much as I can fit in my suitcase!" Mateo said again.

The camera suddenly turned and he was looking at his mom. She was glaring at him, "Mateo! What did you do to your hair! And are you sick? Your voice is weird. You didn't join a cult did you?"

Mateo shook his head, "No mom. The hair, well, I lost a bet. It's not a big deal. It's just dye," He lied, "And yeah, I might have a cold or something. But I'm fine!"

She frowned, "I knew it was a bad idea to let my baby fly across the country! What was your father thinking buying you that ticket."

"Mom, I'm fine! Seriously." Mateo insisted.

"Well you'd better be. If not I'll kill you and your father!"

Mateo just laughed, "I love you too mom."

He would have loved to talk longer, but it was time for his sister to get ready to bed. He said goodbye to them and then decided to hit the hay himself. He hated his new voice and hair, but he loved his new siblings. He fell asleep with a warm and cozy feeling in his heart.

Noah examined the ring on his hand. He tugged on it but it wouldn't come off. He was stuck wearing it, just like he assumed he was stuck with his hair and voice. He wasn't 100% how it worked yet, but basically he understood that it made people, or at least himself, keep their promises.

He decided to do some experiments, "I wonder if I can make a promise to myself...I promise to do 10 pushups starting at 9:05."

He watched the clock as time ticked by. At exactly 9:05 he found himself flopping to the floor and starting to do his pushups, no mental imput needed. As soon as he finished his 10th he regained control of his body and sat on his heels.

"That...that..." He mumbled to himself. He could really do a lot of damage if he wasn't careful, but also...well...he could order himself to eat right and exercise, to be better at the things he wanted. Maybe it would be good...

He glanced at the clock. "I promise to go to bed and sleep for 8 hours starting at 9:15."

He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready, then made it back to his room just in time. At 9:15 he got under the covers and immediately fell asleep, as his promise demanded.

Evelyn stared at the lamp. It was called Genies lamp but...well...was it really? She supposed there was only one way to find out. She used her sleeve to rub the side of it. For a moment nothing happened, but then it started gushing pink smoke. Evelyn jumped up and dropped it onto the bed, hugging the wall as the room filled with smoke. After a minute the smoke started to coalesce, getting smaller and smaller until suddenly there was a woman standing on the bed. She had humongous breasts that were barely contained by a string bikini top and was completely bottomless.

The genie caught Evelyn staring. She giggled, "You like my pussy? You can touch it."

"What? No." Evelyn said.

"Okeydokey!" The genie giggled, "So like, you want 3 wishes?"

"Really? I can wish for anything?" Evelyn thought for a moment, "I wish the game didn't exist."

"BZZT! No can do!" The genie said, "I'm of the game. If the game didn't exist, I wouldn't. try again!"

"I....I wish I could wear pants again!"

"Bingo!" The genie snapped her fingers, "It's done."

"Really?" Evelyn asked.

"Duh, didn't I say so?"

Evelyn looked around and saw a some leggings nearby. She grabbed them and hastily put them on. It worked. She could wear pants again.

"Thank God! Ok...what else..."

"You should get bigger tits. Those tiny things won't attract a man." The genie said.

Evelyn scoffed, "My tits are just fine. And besides, I'm gay."

"Oh. Well women like boobies too!"

Evelyn shook her head, ignoring the genie. She thought about her current transformations. The pants had been bad, but she didn't really mind the hair or face. The biggest issue now was clothing. Thongs and no bra. "Ok, I wish I could wear whatever underwear I wanted, including bras."

"So you do want bigger boobies!? Yes! Done and done!" The genie snapped her fingers.

Evelyn felt a tingling sensation and then suddenly her chest was growing. Larger and larger, stretching out her shirt, "W-what the hell?"

"What? You can wear whatever bras you want now." The genie said. "You need to be at least a DD to wear a bra, so I gave you DDs."

"Wait...what about my underwear? What did you do..." Evelyn said slowly.

"Oh well I told ya, I can't override the game. The game says you can only wear thongs. I can't change that. But you wished to be able to wear whatever you wanted, so I made it so you only want to wear thongs."

"I only..." Evelyn gulped. She tried to think about it, imagined herself wearing her normal panties. She immediately cringed, the very idea was..."Oh shit...wait. I'm wearing pants. What did you do?"

"Well duh, isn't it obvious?" The genie said.

Evelyn shook her head, "The youngest can't wear pants...you can't delete the rule so instead you...you...oh fuck. You made someone else younger?!"

"What? No way!" The genie said. Evelyn's relief was short lived though as the genie continued, "I just added another player who was younger than you!"

"Oh no. I wish you would undo my wishes."

"Nope."

"Who is it? Who did you add?" Evelyn asked.

"If you want me to tell you then eat me out." The genie ordered.

"What? No."

"Oh..." The genie sounded genuinely disappointed, "Alright then. You know the last person who rubbed my lamp wished for me to fuck them as their 3rd wish."

"I'm not doing that," Evelyn said. She paced back and forth trying to think, then stopped and looked at the genie, "No matter what I wish for you are going to monkey paw it into something horrible right? Then I'm done. No more wishes. Go away."

"Nope. Can't do that either," The genie said, "If you don't make a wish then I'll follow you around until you do. I can be quite annoying."

"I'm sure you can be...fine. Then I wish you'd go fuck yourself."

Instead of being offended the genie grinned widely, "Oh thank you! You are a great Mistress!" She snapped her fingers and suddenly there were two genies, "You are free to watch, but I'm going to be using this bed for a while."

Evelyn stared in horror as the two genies started making out on the bed. She knew it was going to escalate quickly so she started to back away, she didn't want to watch that.

She left the room and shut the door behind her, "What the fuck have I done?"

Brittany blinked. She rubbed her eyes. She pinched herself. Nothing worked. She was still here. Whereever here was. A mansion? It was old and creepy. She would have been out of sorts even if she'd walked into here on her own, but the last thing she remembered was stepping out of her dorm and then suddenly she was here.

"Hello!" She called, "Is there anyone here?"

She walked a little further into the mansion. Then she heard someone on the stairs and rushed over to see, "Hi I'm-" She froze. The person coming down the stairs was different than she remembered, but she would never forget that face. She put her hands on her hips and glared at her, "What the fuck is going on here Evelyn? I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again. Did you do this? Where are we? How the fuck did I get here?"

Evelyn stopped as she saw Brittany. Her mouth opened and closed several times, she was clearly at a loss for words.

"Spit it out." Brittany said, venom dripping from her words.

"Fuck." Evelyn finally said, "Of all the people in the world...God damn it! I'm going to kill that genie?"

"Genie? What the fuck Evelyn? That's it, I'm calling the cops. I can't believe you did this, this is really a new low for you."

Evelyn laughed, "Go ahead. Make my day."

Brittany pulled out her phone, and very well may have done as she said, except that someone else appeared on the stairs behind Evelyn. Brittany's heart started to race. He was just...gorgeous. "Well hello there..." She said softly.

The man came down the stairs slowly, "Evelyn...tell me what's going on."

"Daniel it's...fuck. It's all my fault..."

The man, Daniel, put a hand on Evelyn's shoulder, "It's ok. Tell me everything."

"Long story short I used the lamp and now Brittany here is a player." Evelyn said.

Daniel stared at her, "Ok. I'm going to need the long version..."

Evelyn sighed, and then began to speak...