Round 7 Start

Dylan shoved her shorts into her bag and threw it on her back. She was naked, having worn clothes for long enough to get her out here where she didn't expect to find other people. She felt fairly confident she was alone, but she had to be careful. Oliver wasn't with her so she didn't have his 'get out of jail free' card. Not that she'd go to jail for getting caught walking around nude, but she didn't want to get caught either way.

She started hiking again, trying to enjoy it. Oliver wanted to come with her, but she really needed some time along. Time to think about what comes after the game. What the hell was she supposed to do? She was essentially a nudist now. There was no way she could go back to her job. She options seemed limited except for...THAT idea.

It was an idea that had been with her forever. Actually she thought most of her coworkers all had 'that' idea in the back of their minds. So many of them had loved writing but journalism had seemed like a better career move that writer. Could she do it? Write a novel that is. If she could ,if she could sell it, she could do that without any clothes. In fact this was the perfect opportunity for her. She'd been too scared to quit her job to focus on her novel but now...

The only problem was she would more than likely fail. What would she have in 6 months? An empty bank account, a maxed out credit card, and a worthless novel? Would Oliver take her in? He already had said he'd take Lina who couldn't possibly work. Would the two of them move in with him and mooch off him for the rest of their lives?

She shook her head. She couldn't let that happen. That wasn't who she was. Moving in with Lina and Oliver...that actually felt good when she thought about it, but she wouldn't be dead weight. She would find some way to contribute...

An idea popped into her head and she snorted. Yeah. She knew exactly how she and Lina could contribute. Just like they 'contributed' this morning, feeding his newest fetish. From journalist to sex ****, what a transition. She sighed, no, calling herself a sex **** was just disrespectful to Oliver. He was way too nice for that. Stay-at-home girlfriend? Live-in maid/sex toy? Was that her only options?

She stopped hiking. No. She'd do it. She'd write her novel. She spun around and started walking. She might have kept walking, totally naked, right into the village, except her tits suddenly swelled up. That was enough to snap her out of it, she quickly got dressed and then hurried back to the cottage. She opened the door and stripped down immediately, worried about hitting her limit. She walked into the living room and...

"Oliver..."

He looked up, "Miss, what's up?"

"You're...naked..."

"Yes...so are you..." Oliver said seriously.

"I know why I'm naked, why are you naked?" Dylan asked.

Oliver shrugged, "Just feels right. Everyone else is out."

Her eyes darted between his legs and she bit her lip. She was coming back to start on her novel right away but..."Um...care to join me...in my room?" She asked.

Oliver nodded, "Sure, you need help with something?"

Dylan sighed, "Are you really that dense?" She smiled, "Come on you oaf." She grabbed his hand and dragged him along.

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"What are you doing?" Nat looked away as Rachel started to strip.

"What?" Rachel said, standing there topless, "It's just us girls right?" She winked at him.

"I'm not...fuck."

"Relax. I just need some help." She started opening her new pump, "I can't touch my chest remember...actually...here." She pushed the box towards him, "Go wash the parts in the sink first."

"But..." Nat said, staring at her chest. He gulped, "Fine." He didn't know why he felt the compulsion to obey. He went and washed everything and brought it back to her. Then he obeyed her as she ordered him to assemble the pump and put it on her chest.

Rachel grinned as the pump turned on, "Yes...perfect. Now then, massage my tits to stimulate my production."

Nat gulped, "Eliza..."

Rachel dismissed his concerns, "I'm not telling you to fuck me. Now touch my tits. Eliza will understand."

Again Nat found himself compelled to obey. He started massaging her breasts and the pump quickly filled the container. He changed it and they kept going until she had filled all the contains they'd bought. Then he took everything and put it in the fridge.

He returned to find Rachel still topless. "Aren't you going to get dressed now?"

Rachel shrugged, "Nah." She'd been sitting on the bed and she stood up. Since Nat had lost his height he was shorter than almost everyone, but at least he still loomed over her. He looked down at her, confused by her actions. She reached up and stroked Nat's face, then brought her hand down to trace a line down his arms. He shivered. Rachel grinned, "You look good enough to eat..." She moved up on her tip toes and moved her mouth closer and closer, like she was about to kiss him.

Nat was frozen in place. Was Rachel trying to kiss him? He was attracted to her, he wouldn't deny that, but she was dating Eliza. He was frozen like a deer in headlights.

Suddenly Rachel back off and turned away, "I'm..." She stopped. Then she spun around, "Please leave. You...you did nothing wrong. I..." Rachel bit her lip as she thought, "I don't know what is wrong with me."

Nat nodded and left quickly. As he headed to his room he glanced at the game board. There was a card sitting on top. That was strange because when they were playing all the cards disappeared. How? He walked over and picked it up, "Oh no..."

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Eliza and Lina made it back to the cottage just in time. They'd spent the whole day shopping and were both in a great mood. They were giggling as they entered the cottage, but they immediately noticed a somber attitude. Nat, Oliver and Dylan were sitting on the couch already. They looked at Eliza sympathetically. "W-what's wrong? Where's Rachel?" Eliza asked immediately.

Before they could answer Rachel opened her bedroom door, "Eliza." She said softly. Rachel rushed over and grabbed Eliza's hand, "Eliza I'm..." Her mouth opened and closed a few times, "My BOB vote finished. I'm...afraid..."

Eliza looked at Rachel, she stepped closer and kissed her, then stepped back, "Rach, it doesn't matter. Eliza doesn't care what happens, Eliza loves you. Eliza isn't going anywhere."

"It's bad Eliza. I almost...I tried to kiss Nat."

Eliza was surprised, but it didn't show on her face, "It's ok. Eliza doesn't blame you."

"You should," Rachel said, "You should be mad at me."

"Eliza knows you. Rachel likes to tease, but Eliza has never worried about you cheating. If the game makes you feel some way, Eliza still loves you."

"Even if I..." Rachel hesitated, "Even if I cheat on you."

Eliza smiled, trying her best to reassure her girlfriend, "It's not cheating if you tell me ahead of time." Eliza didn't feel particularly good about sharing Rachel, but she wasn't going to lose her to this game either. She glanced over at Nat, then back to Rachel, "J-just don't hide from Eliza. Deal?"

Rachel threw her arms around her and hugged her, "Deal."

"Come on you two, we can't be late to start." Nat urged, feeling very awkward about it.

They walked over and Rachel picked up the card, "So everyone knows...The results are in. With 34% each, there is a tie. Can’t Have Just One - Rachel loves having a girlfriend, but wouldn't it be great to have another? Rachel will feel compelled to date multiple people simultaneously, and...Breast Envy - Rachel's boobs have grown, but she's not the biggest around. She'll be compelled to constantly compare herself to other women and find herself feeling submissive and compelled to obey women with bigger tits, but dominant with the power to compel women with smaller tits. The compulsion is related to the difference in size."

Lina looked down at her chest. She glanced over at Rachel. "So...pinch your nipples."

Rachel's hand moved towards her chest, but stopped. She rolled her eyes, "Haha. Funny."

"Wait, that was wrong," Lina said, "Pinch Eliza's nipples."

Rachel's hands shot out, "Ow!" Eliza said as Rachel pinched her.

Rachel tried to glare at Lina, but ended up looking down at her feet. Finally she turned to Oliver, "Punish your slut."

"Hey!" Lina protested, "Rach-"

"Stop," Oliver said, "Lina don't give her orders. Rachel, be nice."

Rachel nodded, "Ok...at least until her next orgasm..."

"Rachel you didn't whisper that." Eliza whispered.

"I know." Rachel said, "Whose turn is it anyway?"

"Mine," Oliver picked up the dice, "2, the dice. My choices are expenses or life in plastic. I guess I'll pick expenses. It says Low Maintenance, some may think you are poor or trashy, but you just don't care much about material things. You are a free spirit, attempting to live a real life, without being burdened by consumerism. No one will complain you are high maintenance, but maybe wonder if you couldn't have dressed up a little more than a worn t-shirt for that fancy dinner party."

"Ah, so time to retire your Canadian Tuxedo then," Rachel said slyly, "Too fancy for you now."

Oliver shook his head, "Ha-ha. I'll have you know I look damn good in a jean jacket."

"Oh dear," Rachel leaned forward to pat his hand, "No, you don't."

Nat laughed, "Ha, she's got you there. Remember back in Uni when you were into that girl, what was her name? Kristy? And you-"

"Nat!" Oliver said harshly, "I thought we agreed..."

"Oh right. My lips are sealed..." Nat tapped his thighs for a moment, "But...I will say that Rachel is not the only one that feels that way. Anyway, I'll roll now..." Nat landed on a restriction tile, "Must always wear heels or walk barefoot—no sneakers or flats. Wait, what? No. I can't wear heels. Fuck. I'll go barefoot."

Rachel clicked her tongue, "That's not gonna work. Trust me. You can borrow some of mine."

Nat shook his head, "No. I'll be fine. I'll just...I have tough soles..."

"Until you step on a piece of glass or something. You will wear heels. In fact, go to my room and pick out a pair you like. Come back wearing them."

Nat tried to resist, but the urge to obey was just too great. He got up and walked to Rachel's room.

"Was that really necessary?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah, how would you like if I made you do something? I'll always be bigger than you, no matter how much you lie." Dylan said.

Rachel smiled sweetly at them, "It's for his own benefit. I love Nat. I'm not trying to hurt him."

"I get that but..." Dylan started to say

"Rachel is right," Eliza interrupted.

"Thank y-"

"BUT," Eliza stressed, "So are they. You don't get to decide for him. You will apologize to him when he gets back." Eliza stared down her girlfriend and Rachel blinked.

Rachel was just slightly smaller than Eliza so the need to obey wasn't overwhelming, but she realized she'd crossed a line if sweet Eliza was upset with her. She nodded, "I will...tell him I...pushed too hard."

"Right, good enough for Eliza."

When Nat returned he was wearing a pair of strappy sandals with a slight wedge heel. It seemed that as long as it wasn't flat it was fine. Rachel thought he looked great, but tried to mute her enthusiasm, "Nat, I..."

"Don't apologize," Nat said, "I get it. Thanks. These aren't so bad."

Rachel smiled, "Great. My turn then, oooh, a treasure. It's a held card, I can pass an effect to a random player."

Eliza rolled next, landing on the dice with 5 options, "Fuck Bunny, Willpower, Memory, Intelligence, and Dumb Cow...Eliza doesn't want any of these....Eliza will pick...Intelligence..."

"Eliza no!" Rachel cried, but Eliza had already done it and had to keep reading.

"Genius. You are hyper-aware of everything that goes on around you and often know what people want before they do. Whatever problems you encounter won't trouble you for long...oh!" Eliza looked around the room, "What a wonderful gift. Eliza feels amazing. So many ideas..." Eliza spun around to look Rachel in the eyes, then leaned down and kissed her.

"Ok, get a room," Dylan said as she picked up the dice. She landed on BOB and sighed, "Fuck. What now...it says Clothing Style. Ha, that's a good one. What clothes? My options are Au Naturelle, Locked Loophole, All that Glitters and Thongs Thongs Thongs. I guess the first one makes me not embarrassed to be naked, but I don't get how the others ones work since I can't stay dressed for very long."

"Not ta mention those boobies," Lina said, poking Dylan's chest, "Hard to wear a top when they change size, lah. I should know." She cupped her own chest, "Anyway, my turn..." Lina rolled, "Question. Would you rather become a militant feminist who believes in total equality between sexes and be **** to stand up for any injustice you witness or embrace a patriarchal worldview where you believe men are superior and find it difficult to obey or respect women? Wow, that's a doozy..."

"Is it though?" Dylan asked, "You've always been a feminist."

"Sure, but '**** to stand up'? I'm clearly no feminist role model. What happens when a man tells me to shut up and suck his dick?" Lina asked.

"But if you believe men are superior..." Dylan started.

"Master will protect me," Lina said, "I pick...

"Miss wa-" Oliver started, but he wasn't fast enough.

"...the patriarchy!" Lina finished. She blinked. She seemed to be lost in thought. She sucked on her lollypop for a minute.

"Uh...Miss?" Oliver asked.

"Yes Master?" Lina said, "You need me?"

"Are you ok?" Oliver said slowly.

"Of course. Thank you for askin'" Lina said enthusiastically.

"Are you sure," Dylan asked, "That's a big change."

Lina turned sharply towards Dylan, and looked her up and down, "I fine, maybe you should worry more about yourself."

"Um, alright. I'll go then," Oliver rolled quickly, "CG. House Nudist. Cannot keep clothes or shoes on when at home under any circumstances." Of course Oliver wasn't currently naked. He immediately stood up and stripped down. "Ah, sorry guys." He said when he was nude. Thanks to his earlier transformation he wasn't ashamed at all, but he knew that they didn't want to see him naked.

"Aw gross, put that away," Nat said, trying to look away.

"Don’t disrespect him." Lina said, "You know it not his fault."

Nat glared at Lina, but sighed, "Ya. You're right. Fuck," He picked up the dice and rolled, "Fuck!" He'd rolled BOB again, "It says Breasts. My choices are to The written truth, New ownership, Chain Gang, and a swell sight. Fuck, I don't want boobs at all let alone whatever the fuck these are..."

"You will be fine," Rachel said, "We'll make sure of it."

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