Mary's betrayal

"Grace what the hell?" Mary said as Grace approached her cubicle. Mary looked around, her outburst had gathered some attention, but it was all on her. "Someone is going to see you!"

Grace shrugged. Well, she shrugged as much as one can while wearing a straightjacket. "Does it look like anyone else cares?" She noticed someone walking by, "Hey, do you think this outfit is appropriate? Mary thinks I need to change."

He looked at Grace seriously, then at Mary, "Mary. Leave her alone. She's dressed quite conservatively." Then he walked away.

"Wha..." Mary said.

Grace stepped closer, "See? They don't care. But nevermind hat. I need your help. Can you...wash my face and chest?"

Mary only just seemed to notice the cum, "Oh my God you slut!"

Grace sighed, "It's the game. You'll see. Will you help or not?"

Mary hesitated, but then nodded, "Let's go to the bathroom."

In the bathroom Mary grabbed a bunch of paper and wetted it. She approached Grace slowly, "It's just cum. It's not going to bite." Grace said.

"I know!" Mary shook her head, "Sorry. I'm going." She wiped the cum from Grace's face, then moved down to clean the jacket. When she touched Grace's chest, she heard a sharp intake of air. Poor Mary was surprised by her own feelings. She watched Grace's chest intently as she wiped it clean. Then she put the paper aside and got some dry paper. Her chest would have probably air dried in the amount of time Mary spent rubbing her tits back and forth with the paper. She wanted to complain, but Mary was doing her a favor so she let it slide.

Eventually Mary tossed that paper too, "Thanks Mary."

Mary nodded, "Yes...um...your welcome. I have to go. Bye." Mary rushed out. Grace sighed. Now she has three horny lesbians after her? Great.

After all the effort to clean herself up, her boss came back again that morning. He must have been really stressed or something. His eruption this time wasn't quite as large as the last one, although she still ended up with a few drops on her chin. She decided not to bother finding Mary. Nobody else cared, and she didn't feel like being groped again.

A good choice, since he came back two more times before it was her turn to play the game again. He explained during the 4th one, his ex-wife was suing him. He was pissed, but also quite horny apparently. Luckily for him she was here as free stress relief. Grace rolled her eyes and she kept sucking, yeah her. By the time he unloaded that time, she had cum all over her face and chest. Nobody cared, except Grace. Powerless to clean herself up, she decided not to go see Mary again. She didn't need to be judged.

After he left she kept working until it was almost time for her game. She looked at her purse, her phone inside. Shoot. Her phone inside. She'd had Eva put her bag on her bag so she could bring it with her...but how was she going to pick a card? "Oh no." She managed to hook her neck around the purse strap, and took off for Mary.

"Mary!" She said urgently, "I need your help. It will be my turn for the game soon. It's in my purse."

"Oh my God...your face...again?" Mary said.

Grace rolled her eyes, "You were there. I have to blow Todd whenever he wants."

"Well yes, that makes sense. But you can't just walk around with...that...on your face."

"Worry about that later. Please? Help me." Grace said.

Mary thought for a moment, "Ok." She opened the purse and pulled out Grace's phone. Moments later her phone chimed. Mary pointed it to Grace so she could see.

"What do they mean?" Mary asked.

Grace tried to remember. The middle was tomboy, that had given her the desire for short hair. She'd lost that trait, although her hair hadn't grown back yet. That wasn't too bad. The bunny mask was domination. Her leather fetish, and Eva's desire to control when others orgasm. She could live with that too. What was the first one again?

"Hit the bunny mask." Grace said.

"Ok but what are they?" Mary asked, still not pressing it.

Grace rolled her eyes, "Domination, Tomboy and not sure, I think it was...actually...I can't remember." Mary nodded. Her finger started moving. Grace looked on alarmed, "No. The mask. The mask!" Mary hit the playing card. "What? No! Mary!"

"Sorry, I wanted to know what it was. To help me on my turn." Mary said coldly, "You understand."

Mary looked at Grace's phone and gasped, "What? No!". Slowly her hand brought it up so Grace could see, if it someone else were overpowering her and forcing her to comply.

Oh no! Grace clearly indicated her choice but Mary picked the wrong one. Mary must have wanted that one for herself! Here Mary, this one is for you!

Interracial (Common)

Yellow Fever

And for Grace herself

Domination (Uncommon)

Mistress

Mistress? That's not an explanation at all. Grace glared at Mary, "You...you...bitch!" Grace hardly ever used such language, but it seemed the only appropriate thing to say to her in this moment, "Why? I would have helped you with your own choices. I still will actually, there was no need to try to give me a trait I didn't want."

Mary looked down at her feet, defeated. She shook her head, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Fine. Get rid of all this cum for me then."

Mary nodded, "Ok. Come to the..."

"No." Grace said sternly, "Here. Clean me up here."

"But...I don't have any water, or..." Mary protested.

"Use yourr mouth then. Lick it off. Come on, I don't have all day." Even as Grace said it she knew something was wrong. She didn't actually want Mary to lick her chest...right? She closed her eyes and focused. The trait hadn't made her gay, she didn't feel any differently about Mary that way. She was pretty sure she was getting off on the idea of forcing the newly gay Mary to lick cum...yep...that was it. Maybe it just gave her a domination kink, or amplified that trait within her.

She openeed her eyes as she felt Mary's tongue against her nipple. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. She grinned, maybe it had made others more likely to obey her too. After all Mary was pretty headstrong, but here she was, licking her chest in the open office where anyone could walk by. Mary made quick work of the cum, partially from disgust and partially from a desire not to be caught.

"That was...acceptable." Grace said to her. "How long until your turn? I will stay and help you pick."

Mary looked at her phone, "Oh. Just 20 seconds." They waited and soon her phone revealed three choices.

"Ok the first one is uncommon, those tend to be...worse. Not always, but ya. I think it's masochism. The middle is bimbo. I have two of them, one makes my makeup permanent. It changes daily, but I can't wash it off. The other makes me...um...always horny. The last one is exhibitionism. You already have one of those. Honestly if I were you I'd pick exhibitionism, but if not I'd avoid masochism."

Mary nodded as she considered her options, "Yes. Thank you Mis...Grace. I don't want exhibitionism, it's bad enough as it is. If uncommon is worse, then bimbo it is." She tapped the button.

Bimbo (Common)

Curves

Mary's conservative sweater was no longer conservative. Her chest exploded out, stretching the fibers to their limits and exposing a huge valley of cleavage.

"Oh my God!" Mary said. "My bra...it hurts!" She grabbed her chest but made no move to remove it.

"Take it off. Duh." Grace said.

Mary nodded and turned her back to Grace to try removing her bra. She did and shoved it into her purse, "Ok. That's better...but..."

Grace nodded, "People are going to notice and say you're hot."

On cue, Mary pulled the sweater down exposing her new massive tits, "Grace!" She complained.

"Sorry. Accident." Grace said honestly, "You'll just have to lie low. Stay at your desk and work until everyone else leaves. Then hurry home and you can wear different clothes tomorrow.

"But I don't own...nothing will fit." Mary complained.

Grace was getting tired of her whining, "Mary. Figure it out." She turned around and walked away. Mary didn't call after her, and she didn't turn back.