Backseat Gaming

AN: Another Long, talky chapter, and the end is in sight!

EDIT 9/10/24 — Added some more dialogue and introspection to hopefully make details more consistent, nothing major.

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For the record, we did actually spend nearly an hour legitimately discussing Gem Ladies. Since my phone showed up sometime in the night, I was able to show Walter my full Profile, the Store, and explain my choice of Upgrades. He gave me a very dry look when we got to the Code:Flash and its trigger.

That led to a short but spirited disagreement where Walter tried to get me to remove the Code entirely. Obviously, I wasn't going to do that. He eventually convinced me to Modify it so I can change the trigger once a day. Of course he wanted me to set it to something excessively obscure like a string of random numbers or a lengthy quote. While I wanted to set it to 'Hello' or 'Excuse me', maybe even 'Marissa'. We compromised for now by setting it to Show me what you've got, Mars. The personalized nature of it gave me a warm fuzzy feeling somewhere other than my pussy for once.

-25 GEMS

Then, we got maybe a little…sidetracked when I started playing a few games with Walter looking over my shoulder.

"I really think you should buy some multipliers."

"Ah! I don't neeEEed them!"

"You perfected the first two, but the last three games have been getti–nghh!- worse and worse."

"I wonder whyyy~ that could beeEEAHH!" I shrieked and dropped my phone mid-game, fingers too twitchy to hold on and brain too melted to really care about the womp-womp of failure.

Walter grunted behind me, one hand digging his fingers into the taut flesh of my ass as he shot his cum inside my clenching pussy. While the other hand played with my new plug, tugging and twisting it to drive me mad from the double penetration. With every jerk of his shaft I tasted bits of the man's thoughts and memories, random emotion and deeply held beliefs. I wasn't depriving him of pieces of his soul for long, however, they were soon replaced by some of mine. In defiance of the laws of physics, both of us gained more from the process than we put in.

Although, I seemed to be getting the most from it.

Deep inside me, wisps of bronze from Walter were being woven into threads of midnight blue by pink and purple tendrils. Those same threads were then coiled around a ball of flickering blue flames that grew more vibrant with each breath I took. Tiny drops of molten bronze flowed from...somewhere and back to Walter, fusing or alloying with the lesser metal to make it stronger.

At least, that's what I think is happening. My brains are a bit mushy at the moment. All I knew for certain was that it felt right, fulfilling in a way I couldn't properly describe. Each time it happened my thoughts grew a little sharper, more stable, more… Me.

Walter growled as he bit down on my shoulder in the same spot he did last night, the last few spurts of hot cum shooting into my hungry depths. I hummed and pressed up against the warmth of his body surrounding me in one of the best hugs I'd ever gotten.

Was Walter getting bigger? Not just his dick, he felt ever so slightly taller and broader than he did even an hour and three orgasms ago. I looked in the direction that did not physically exist to see the bronze of Walter's soul glowing as it shook like a gong, waves of reddish gold seeping into his flesh as I watched without eyes.

Uhmm... I think that's good? "Walter, I think I'm giving you magic."

He rumbled a pleased hum that was nearly a purr. "Is that what this feeling is?" One hand trailed its way from my upper thigh past my hip to give my left tit a playful squeeze and fiddle with a nipple. "I thought it was 'cause I'd never had truly good sex before."

I got a warm feeling in my chest that had almost nothing to do with his fondling and I blushed as he kissed my cheek. "Thanks! You're a good fuck too~" I turned to return the kiss then tightened down on his softened cock and wriggled in just the right way to get him going again. "But seriously, either I'm hallucinating or I'm actually like, refining your soul."

"Guhhholy fuck!" He gasped and shivered as he pulled out of me and rolled to the side. "Hah! Whatever magic you're giving me, it's not enough to handle your pussy just yet."

"That's something we'll have to work on." I purred as I slid down to lick him clean. "Build up your endurance~"

He let out a breathless chuckle, running his fingers through my hair as I went to work on his shaft. "Better this than a treadmill." He mused.

I had just gotten the last drop of mixed fluids and was well on my way towards receiving a fresh load of cum, when a warning chime rang out and sent ice down my back.

Nope! Not again! I scrambled to find my phone.

FAILURE! CHOOSE A PUNISHMENT!

•HELLUVA HELLO

•UNDERWHERE?

•OVERFLOWING CUP

Well, this is an easy decision.

I tapped UNDERWHERE? and waited a moment to see if anything changed. At the edge of my growing awareness of magical stuff, I saw the phantoms of a pair of illusionary hands hovering over me. They quickly faded to nothing when they noticed I was naked, but who knows how much of this is my imagination. I'd have to find a pair of panties later to see what those hands would do to punish me. For science.

"What'd you get this time?" Walter looked me over from his place beside me on the bed. "You don't look any different at least." He seemed slightly apologetic for distracting me.

"You remember how I said there are three categories of punishments?"

"Mind control, clothing, and transformation?"

"Pretty much." I shrugged and sat up with my legs folded, the sudden shifting of the plug in my ass made me squirm pleasantly as I sat on it. "There was something that would change how I greeted people, a restriction on what clothes I can wear, and a transformation called overflowing cup."

Walter was staring at my tits with his lips parted. I realized I'd arched my back and puffed my chest out unconsciously. I didn't stop obviously, but I did smirk and snap my fingers to free him from his trance. Hehe! I didn't even need the hypnotits upgrade~

He shook his head and smacked his cheeks twice. "Right, sorry about that." I giggled and he quickly blocked the bouncy view with his hands. "Ahem. Clearly, you didn't pick the cup thing, unless it doesn't do what it implies. You don't sound worried, so you didn't pick the greeting thing." He hummed and mimed smoking a pipe as he worked through all the options. "So can you only wear certain colors or styles now? Maybe costumes? Yeah, that'd fit with this game of yours " He concluded.

"That could be fun! Hehehe! Imagine me dressed as a maid or superhero..." Fetish finder and the bits of Walter's memories I absorbed twinged at me. "A regular nun's habit? Really? Not even a skimpy one from an anime— Oh, catholic school, that explains it."

He recoiled. "How the hell did you know I went to catholic school?"

"I've been eating bits of your soul remember?" I shrunk back a little at the horrified face he made. "You're not actually losing anything! You get more back than I take!"

He groaned and fell back into his pillows with a whumph as he rubbed his temples. "Right, you said that. Just, urgh, I haven't thought of that hellhole in literal decades and I didn't consider the implications of soul eating properly." He frowned. "How do I know if I've forgotten something normally or not?"

"Uhmm, it doesn't look like I'm taking any memories permanently? A-and what I'm getting is like, little flashes and fragments at most. **** stuff." It miiight be a bad idea to reveal I suddenly had partial fluency in mandarin now...

Walter relaxed and I crawled over to lay next to him. After a second, he put his arm around my shoulders in an oddly friendly way. No sexual feelings at all. It was kinda itchy in a nonphysical sense.

"Right, sorry for reacting like that. You pretty much crashed into my quiet life y'know? All these revelations about magic and the crazy sex..." He trailed off with a thousand yard stare for a few seconds before he blinked. "It's a lot to take in one day, okay?"

I nodded a couple times and said, "Oh, no! I totally get it. Not a problem." Even with how much Gem Ladies probably screwed with my head, I knew his reaction was pretty mild.

Walter scratched the back of his head. "Sooo...are you fine if we ease off on the sex for a while? I'll still feed you! I'm just... uncomfortable with the whole..."

"...the memory thing, yeah." I blushed and winced at the same time. "Part of the uhhh buttplug punishment involves me making different people cum everyday, so..." A **** grin **** its way onto my face at the thought. I get to do this every day! Hehe!

He snorted. "So you're tired of me already are you? Barely a day of the same flavor and you're leaving for greener pastures?"

My hand slapped his chest as I rolled my eyes. "For your information, you taste delicious!" I huffed. "Glad you aren't upset." Shit. Was it better to not draw attention to it? I sucked at relationship stuff.

"About you doing this with other guys?" Before I could interject, he rolled his eyes, grinning. "And girls, of course. Nah, my heart doesn't grow attached that easily and you certainly don't want to settle down, right? Not to say you aren't awesome, Marissa, 'cause you are, and not just because of the sex. I'll happily call you a friend even if we never fuck again."

I reached down to grab his cock. "Nuh-uh! I'm gonna play with this as long as you'll let me." I declared pompously. "You're a pretty good friend too, I guess."

We grinned to each other as I idly stroked him back to hardness. His frown came back and he stopped me, then got out of bed entirely. "Sorry, sorry, we really need to not get stuck in another hour-long fuck session. Some of us still need to eat!"

"Right. You're right." I sighed and hung my head.

"Let's get back to your game, you still have a few rounds to play right?" He coughed. "And uh, sorry for distracting you earlier."

Giggling, I crawled on my hands and knees to dig my phone back out from the blankets. "Don't worry, you were doing exactly what I wanted~" I wiggled my ass at him and laid on my stomach with my back arched to put my plugged ass on display...in the same way that got us into this mess to begin with. "Maybe I should put my clothes back on." I admitted.

Walter had turned around completely. Though our eyes met in the mirror he had on his closet door, midnight blue to gold-bronze. He blushed and pushed down his diamond-hard erection. "Maybe we should both do that."

PERFECT! +10 GEMS! ×3

Thirty minutes later, the smug voice of a Walter proven correct assaulted my ears. "See? I told you the helpful imp would be worth it! It's paid for itself threefold already."

-10 GEMS

HELPFUL IMP: A friendly imp has grown fond of you! He will periodically produce bombs that have a X2 multiplier to any gems they destroy!

We were lounging on the couch, unfortunately fully dressed, or as much as I could stand to be, anyway. I was laying down in the same sweatshirt and skirt combo, Walter in a t-shirt and worn jeans on the opposite end of the couch. The bastard wouldn't even let me put my feet in his lap to rub them! And no, I'm not a foot fetishist, it's a totally platonic activity!

I pouted as the first reward spun up.

(5/5) PERFECTED!

CHOOSE A REWARD!

•REMOVE A PUNISHMENT

•CHOKER OF CEASELESS CLOTH

•+3 INCHES IN HEIGHT

"Huh, slim pickings this time. The only one worth getting is the magical clothes set." Am I gonna run out of Rewards at some point?

"Magic clothes? What are its limits? Can you make a golden chainmail shirt and sell infinite gold?" He asked from over my shoulder, making me jump in place a little. I took the opportunity to roll my eyes at him. Of course the dork would try to munchkin this.

"No, I saw this in the store earlier. It has to stay as one continuous piece or be directly touching me to work, and if it gets damaged, that part vanishes. Also, it only has so much mass, I can't summon up a full suit of plate armor with a leather gambeson or whatever." Walter opened his mouth, probably to explain how medieval armor actually worked. I put my hand over his mouth to shush him. "I'm sure that's not how armor works, you get my point!"

"How did you know what I was— oh, right. Soul eating." He nodded, hand on his chin thoughtfully.

I patted his head fondly. "No, I just knew you were that kinda nerd."

With Walter's sputtering in the background, I pressed on my selection. I saw a spectral swirl of pink and purple condense around my neck, then stopped after three seconds, a lacey black and blue choker fit snug around my throat in reality. Is that it? I pouted, then shivered as knowledge and a new sense was shoved into my brain, disappointing in how gentle it was. I didn't even cum this time!

Walter snapped me out of it by tapping my shoulder. "Well, try it out!"

At his encouragement, I kissed his cheek and pranced on top of his coffee table. I struck a pose like a ballerina, leaning forward with arms spread wide and one leg out behind me. Dancer's Grace was all that kept me from falling on my face again as the plug pulsed with gentle heat. My new choker flowed like smoke over my body, unraveling and absorbing my current clothing along with it, leaving me naked for a long second. The inky smoke soon reformed into a shimmery black backless cocktail dress with a neckline that ran all the way down to my navel and a sheer skirt that flew up at my slightest movement.

I gave a little spin, my swishy skirt flaring out to show off my ass and tease a glimpse of my pussy. As I spun, my dress became a secretary's pencil skirt and blouse, a schoolgirl outfit, a frilly maid uniform, a superhero costume composed of a long cape, domino mask and not much else, then finally ending on a skimpy nun's habit. Seriously, aside from the headdress thing, a modest bikini would show less skin.

As I bowed to my cheering audience, my clothes shifted a final time to a familiar sweatshirt and pleated skirt, just much more snug and of higher quality.

Walter clapped and whistled. "Woo! You're a one-woman fashion show!"

"Thank you! Thank you!" In a blink, I switched to total nudity, aside from the choker, then back to casual slut. "You may touch the performer however you like!" I purred while I slinked back to the couch, savoring every pulse of heat from the plug. I wonder, are the succubi annoyed or thrilled at how well I'm taking the punishments?

"Hey, hey, hey! None of that!" He scolded me, making shooing motions with his hands. "Didn't you say you had to be somewhere tonight?"

I pouted, this time intentionally shifting my makeup to make my eyes seem big and shiny. "Sorry, I'll be a good girl from now..." He looked at me flatly, slowly shaking his head. "Fine, you're right, I'm supposed to meet Vanessa and Andre at their place at seven." Which was...oh shit, only two hours away!

He nodded at me. "Wasn't there supposed to be two rewards this time? Since you completed ten and perfected five levels."

"Oh, yeah, hang on..." What the hell?

LEVEL 20 MILEst0nnn_e/

ChoOSe a Rew@rd!

•€°¥×^¶ #3?)-&

•√✓ght _+)!Dr&~%

•Mari$sa! Click th°s—"(_8$dy!

"Uhhh..." I turned the flickering screen towards Walter, who went wide-eyed. "Okay, then. I guess there's only one real option?"

My thumb pressed on the only halfway legible reward.

With a flash of pink light and a series of discordant chimes, a life-size Addy the Succubus floated in front of us, clothed in the same ribbons of purple mist as the first time I met her. I took a second to wonder if my new choker was the same kind of magic as her mist.

"Marissa, we have a very serious problem to talk about and not a lot of time for me to be here safely." Addy said, her pouty lips set in a stern frown that contrasted heavily with her prior bubbly and mischievous persona.