Martha can't get a grip

Martha blinked and found herself standing outside on the campus quad. She looked down and saw the ray gun hanging on a chain around her neck. Of course with her arms locked behind her in an armbinder that was pretty useless. She stared at it for a moment, "How the fuck am I supposed to win this..."

Fuck. Was this some cruel trick? The game wanted her to lose so it had rigged it against her? She could go around and beg others to fire it, but if she couldn't control it would it even count? Fuck this game. She might be able to get someone to remove it from the chain, but would she be able to fire it with her mouth or feet? Probably not. Basically she was screwed.

She looked around, trying to find someone who looked dumb enough to manipulate. She saw a blonde with even bigger tits than her own talking to a very petite woman and approached them, "Excuse me." Martha said.

"Um...do you need help?" The blonde asked looking over at her.

"Yes. Do you see this toy guy hanging from my neck?"

The blonde nodded dumbly, "Obviously..."

"I need to shoot someone with it, but as you can see my hands are out of commission..."

"So you want us to shoot someone for you...?" The petite woman asked cautiously.

"Well...no. I have to be the one...it only works if...argh..." How the hell was she supposed to convince people to help her like this? She knew she certainly wouldn't help a stranger who approached her like this, "Fuck it. How about a trade? You two help me shoot someone, anyone, and I'll do something for you."

The blonde raised an eyebrow, "We're not gay."

"I didn't say you were. I'm just offering to make it worth your while."

The petite woman scoffed, "Come on. What else could a slut like you offer besides sex? I mean, seriously. I know it's perfectly acceptable to be nude or have sex on campus but even still you are pushing it a little bit don't you think? Walking around with your gigantic tits constantly swaying, in bondage, with a sex toy literally taped inside you. Just go away."

"Why you..." Martha felt her blood boil, but her rage had never felt so impotent. There was nothing she could do right now except curse and walk away. So that's exactly what she did, "Fuck, you two are probably too dumb to help anyway. I'll find someone else."

Of course it wasn't easy to find someone else at all. Lots of people were willing to stop and talk with a nude woman shaking her tits in their face, but few people were willing to actually listen to her. It didn't help that what she needed was a little complicated to explain. If she just needed someone to pull the trigger it would be easy, but nobody cares enough to go beyond that.

She'd almost given up when she spotted a woman trying to get people to sign her petition. She didn't seem to be having a lot of luck. Maybe she'd consider a trade? Martha made her way over and the woman greeted her excitedly, "Hi! Will you sign my petition? It's for a very important cause!"

Martha smiled sweetly, "Well, tell me about it."

The woman nodded enthusiastically and turned her clipboard so Martha could read it, "I need to get 500 signatures, of people who agree with this statement."

Martha read it slowly and then looked up at the woman, "Councilor Higgins is a brainless bimbo?"

"Yes. I mean, not yet. Right now she's a thorn in my side. Can you believe she wanted to shut down my store just because I sold her daughter a vibrator..." The strange woman whispered the next part under her breath so Martha wasn't sure if she heard right, but it sounded like, "that turned her into a nymphomanic."

"Huh?" Martha felt like she was missing some joke, "Are you for real?

In response the woman reached out and pinched Martha's nipple, "That feel real to you?" Martha yelped. She hadn't meant the woman was a ghost or something, what the fuck? Then again...maybe this is exactly the kind of crazy that would help her."

"Fine fine. How about a deal? I'll sign your name if you help me fire this ray gun around my neck."

"Oooh. I do love deals. Sure, if you sign my petition I promise not to leave your side until that gun has been fired."

Martha was too tired, frustrated, and angry to really pay attention to the specific promise the stranger had made. Instead she nodded, "Ok. I can sign, I just need you to put the pen in my mouth or something."

"Oh don't worry about that. I can write your name for you, as long as you've consented, the magic works. So, what is it?"

"What is what?"

"Your name, obviously."

"Oh, it's Martha..." The stranger put the pen to her page and tried to write, but no ink appeared.

"Nope. It's not Martha."

"What? Yes, that's my name."

"The pen won't write. The pen doesn't lie. I need to put your real legal name or it won't work."

Martha tapped her foot impatiently, was it really worth it? Well, she'd probably never see this odd woman again, "Fine, it's Bunny Bouncy Busty." She cringed as she said it. The woman tried again and this time wrote it out without issue.

"Ah, thank you so much Bunny. I can't wait to put that bitch in her place. Now I wanted to do something more direct, like shoot her with a bimbo gun. Of course I'd already sold that one, but that's not that point. Anyway my boss said I couldn't. Not that I have a boss. You see, I own the store. Yep, just me. Nobody else. Why would I have a co-owner? Anyway the boss runs the...you know what? Nevermind. You don't care about that. You just want to use that gun, right?"

Martha stared at the woman, trying to keep up with her train of thought, "What? Um. Yeah, I need to fire it though. If you could just like...put it between my feet and use my toe to fire it, I don't care who it hits."

The stranger shook her head, "I'm afraid I can't do that. I can't touch it, that kind of interference wouldn't be tolerated. But don't look so glum, I promised to stay by your side until your problem is fixed and I meant it or my name's not Vivi."

"...Is your name Vivi?"

"Well I just told you so, didn't I?" The woman said with a confused look, "Anyway let's see...him. That man. YOU-WHO!" She called. She was shouting at a rather fat man hurrying through the quad with a heavy backpack and an arm full of books. The man turned, "Yes. You. Come over here."

The man hesitated, but then slowly walked over to them, "Uh...what?"

"Excuse me young man, do you think you could help two hot women with their problems? We'll make it worth your while. You can touch her boobs, go ahead."

The man looked back and forth between them. Martha rolled her eyes, "Yes. Fine. Whatever. Touch me."

The man nodded and reached out and poked one of her boobs. He poked it? What a loser, it was like he'd never touched a woman before. He was probably some lame virgin, this would be easy, thought Martha.

"Whoa..." The man said, watching Martha's tit bounce endlessly, "...you're like an anime character."

"Yes I love my jiggle physics!" Martha was **** to say by the current rule.

"Yes she's hot, isn't she?" Vivi said, "Ask her about the rest of her body."

"Uh..." The man trailed off.

"Like this, Bunny dear, what do you think of your huge tits?"

"I love them! I'm so glad they got so big!"

"See? She likes it. Why don't you ask her some more questions?" Vivi said to the man.

"Wait," Martha interrupted, "Why? I just need..."

Vivi turned to her, "Hush dear. The adults are speaking." Martha was about to protest loudly when Vivi suddenly blew some dust in her face. Martha coughed, but found her protests caught in her throat.

"Um, right. Uh...Bunny was it...how do you like...having your arms trapped like that?"

"I fucking love it! I love being restrained."

"Keep going." Vivi encouraged, "Look between her legs. She's such a slut she keeps her pussy stuffed at all times."

"Whoa! That's...amazing!" The man said, "Do you really like going out like that?"

"YES! I can't imagine walking anywhere without my cunt stuffed!" Martha was dying of shame, but she found she couldn't say anything except what the game wanted her to say.

The man continued, with Vivi's prompts he ended up asking her about all the changes the game had made. It couldn't just be a coincidence. This Vivi must have something to do with it. Still, Martha wasn't able to ask her about it. She was trapped. When the man had asked his last question Vivi told him to remove the gun from the chain around Martha's neck. Martha was powerless to resist as Vivi explained it to him.

"Now this looks like a toy, but it's anything but. I actually carried these in my store until someone used it to...well...nevermind that. The Producers had to step in, real mess. Anyway when you shoot Bunny with it you can change her to anything, absolutely anything. Think about all the things she said she liked. What image does that conjure in your mind? Now I called you here because I could tell you are a gentleman. You don't want to change her willy, nilly, but rather make her the best version of herself. You want her to be happy, don't you?"

The man gulped, "A-anything? I mean...yes. Happy."

"Yes. You understand. Now aim it at her, yes. That's right. Now fire..."

It was over in an instant, and yet it felt like an eternity. Martha stared at them in horror, wondering what they'd done to her. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. The man dropped the ray gun and suddenly turned and ran away as fast as he could. Vivi laughed, it sounded horrible.

"Well that was FUN!" Vivi shouted, "Bet you are dying to know what you look like...what he changed? Yes? He just made you more...you...let's give you a rundown, shall we?

Since you love your big jiggly tits, he gave you even more of them. Your new knockers will always be the center of attention. Cause their huge and jiggly of course, but also because from now on people will be drawn to them and just won't be able to stop themselves from touching. Good thing he also made them super sensitive and took away your ability to refuse them.

Now then since you love being restrained he made it so that people everywhere will accept and love you for it. Even once you leave this strangely libertine campus you'll find yourself accepted everywhere no matter if your nude except for a pair of cuffs or bundled up in a straightjacket. Of course he also made it mandatory...if people see you without restraints on...well, he actually made it a felony for anyone to free you or for you to be seen in public without some kind of bondage. So I hope you were being honest before. Don't worry, you aren't in danger right now, he left the armbinder on you, how generous right?

Moving on you really reminded him of an anime character with your jiggle physics, so he decided to make you look like one. Notice your hair yet? He modelled you after Rias Gremory from High School DxD. He didn't give you any powers though, just her looks. Oh and speaking on anime he made you extremely prone to wardrobe malfunctions. He probably can't tell, but you're actually wearing Rias's school uniform right now. At least for a little bit, I doubt you'll make it back to your dorm with it fully intact.

What else...what else...oh right. You told him you loved having your cunt stuffed, didn't you? That's right, I remember now. Well he was quite considerate of you here. After all who wants a dildo when there are so many fine cocks walking around, right? He took away your need to shove a sex toy in your pussy to walk, but he kept your inability to wear panties and added a no pants rule to that. Then he made you free use. Yes, that's right. Anyone at anytime can come right up and fuck you. Don't worry, he made you immune to STIs and pregnancy and he made sure everyone knows that you are available. Aren't you lucky? Oh and I don't know what your life plans were but you can still have kids, you'll have to use IVF for that.

Finally your name. He thought Bunny Busty Bouncy was just terrible. He wanted to give you a name suitable for a free use slut, something like Anita Dickenme. That is until I made a slight suggestion. I figured you had enough changes already, so welcome to your new life Martha Gremory."

Then Vivi snapped her fingers and Martha suddenly felt like a spell had been broken. She could move, she could speak, "What...?" Vivi was already turning to leave, "Wait! Who the fuck are you!? Why did you do this to me!?" Martha shouted after her.

Martha was on her knees, and she struggled to get up with her arms behind her. Just as she got to her feet she found herself surrounded. The crowd start touching her boobs. Martha tried to protest but the words couldn't make it past her lips. Then she heard a whisper in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you now."

Martha bit her lip and nodded. She didn't know if she couldn't resist, or didn't want to. She felt him enter her and pleasure exploded through her body. At least if she was going to be free-use that bastard had kept her hair trigger. As the man behind her fucked her people from all around reached in to grope her. Martha lost herself in the spontaneous orgy that broke out and had little time to contemplate her changes before the event ended.

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