Lack of self control

The lack of self control card has a three displayed below it, hentai tits has a two, and the others have zero. Sasha shamefully and quietly slides the self control card in front of her while Ann moves the other into the discard pile. As they do, Jessica says, "So how are you feeling Ann?"

"Pretty much the same. So I don't know maybe it didn't change me. " She finishes putting the cards away then straightens up. She puts her finger on her chin and says, "You know, if that's the case I guess it wouldn't have changed Sasha either. So she really is just an exhibitionist slut."

"Hey!" Sasha shouts indignant. As she starts to continue, however, Ann let's out a moan and gripes her own tit. Stunned, Sasha stops, staring at Ann's hand playing expertly with her own boob.

Jessica looks around at the rest of the table, sees they're just watching, and says, "Um, Ann, maybe stop that?"

"What?" Ann says, her face calming while her hand starts to jiggle her other tit. She looks down and immediately says, "Fuck!" while retracting her hand.

"I guess you really don't have self control," Adam says with a smirk. "Maybe you should watch your tongue, prevent yourself from getting riled up."

"Fuck you, how can you be so callous?" Ann responds.

Jessica pipes in, "Yeah, we have to get through this together."

Adam pauses for a moment, then says, "Well yes, we do. But I was thinking, the game hasn't mislead us so far. It told us what we were getting into and warned us about everything. So it's probably true that the winner can change us all back at the end. Adn that being the case, if we can get over our fear throughout this and trust each other enough to do that this could be a really fun game. Perfect really." He takes a long chug of beer while the others consider what he's saying.

Tentatively, TJ says," Yeah, I mean, we thought it was some kind of sex related game, and we went into thinking it would be fun and funny. And this is magic, somehow, so, um, I think it could be cool. And any of us will change the others back, I know that much."

"Yeah," the others say and nod in agreement.

"Well, I'm still stressed about it but I'm feeling a little better," Sasha finally says. She gestures at her body and says, "As long as this goes away." Everyone looks at her, and she juts out her chest and shakes it slightly. Mortified, she leans back, her face reddening, but she feels a surge of arousal and her nipples poke through her shirt when she catches Adam staring.

Jessica sees him and lightly punches him in the shoulder. "Um, sorry, I guess it is my turn." He flips a black card, then reads it, "A magic touch is best when it results in ___. Huh, that could actually be a good one."

"We'll see about that," Sasha says while putting a card on the table. As she does she leans forward, exposing her tits to the table. Her crotch almost instantly gets wet as she feels eyes locked on her. After a little yelp, she sits back in her seat, her arms crossed and pushing up her bust.

Suddenly, she sees Anne's hand reaching over. Ann grabs Sasha's boob even as Sasha tries to back away. While struggling, Sasha says, "Get the hell off of me!"

"Sorry," Ann says sheepishly as she removes her hand.

TJ looks at her sideways for a moment, thinking, then stammers out, "Hey Ann, want to kiss me?"

"Fuck no," she responds, her eyes alight. The rest of the table let's out a collective gasp, shocked at his uncharistic behavior.

Sheepishly, TJ looks down and says, "S-sorry. I know it's not right, but I thought maybe you'd have to whatever anyone said and I wanted to test it out."

Ann's face darkens and she stands up, towering over the sitting TJ. "That's even worse! And no, I won't do that, ever, because you're a fucking quiet, bookish nerd with no good qualities to speak of." As she finishes speaking, her face shifts slightly. She moans, and her legs twist together needily. After a second, she dives forward and grabs TJ's face in her hands, then kisses him desperately. He leans back, arms flailing, but then returns the kiss while she grinds her pussy against her hand through her pants.

Adam calls out, "Hey, get a room!" He chuckles while Jessica puts her head in her hands.

Ann backs up, then looks around frantically. After a few seconds, she takes a deep breath and says, "OK, well, I'm not doing that again, but let's just call it even and forget about that, alright TJ?"

"Sounds good to me, sorry again."

Sasha catches his eyes from across the table and feels the urge to touch herself, but keeps her composure and says, "So, anyone else gonna finally put their cards in?"

"Yeah, of course," Jessica says with a wry grin. She and the others put in their cards, and Adam finally collects them.

Reading the first, he says, "A magic touch is best when it results in a sexy lapdance. Well, depending on who's giving the lapdance that could be nice."

"Hey, knock it off," Jessica says playfully.

"Alright, alright babe. Will do. The next card is this: A magic touch is best when it results in a newly minted, buxom bimbo." He looks at the card askance for a moment, then says, "Interesting I guess I kinda wonder what that would do. Would I transform people, be transformed, or something else? Eh, whatever. The third card results in this phrase: A magic touch is best when it results in milky breasts. Alright then, weird."

Jessica's nostrils scrunch, and Sasha says, "Yeah, pretty weird."

Adam smiles weakly, then says, "And finally, we have a magic touch is best when it results in edging."

"Edging?" Sasha says while pushing her boobs together even more in her arms.

"Yeah, probably like the edge of orgasm,"Adam responds offhand while looking intently at the cards.

"Damn, "Sasha whispers to herself. She looks at Ann and sees her playing with her own tits again. While watching them move up and down with each movement from Ann, Sasha just wonders whether Ann might be a bit more interested in women than her life would suggest so far. The thought makes her push her breasts out in Ann's direction and shake them a little, which in itself makes her a little horny again. With some effort she resists doing anything about it, and finally sees the numbers appear underneath the cards, revealing the winner.