Round 8 Continues

Rachel realized she'd offended Nat, but she couldn't apologize so instead she tried to distract them by rolling. She got a 2 and the dice, "My choices are syllable limit or heels of Aphrodite. I'm already stuck wearing heels so, I'd do that again. Ok it says...Tippy Toes At this point you'll wear heels to bed just for the support they give your feet. Needless to say your strut is going to be hypnotic for anyone behind you. Can't wear less than 5 inch heel," Rachel shrugged, "No different from slowed down really. Go ahead Eliza."

Eliza nodded, "Ok. Eliza will roll...a 1. Gatcha. It says, Appetizer (sperm taste better than any food or drink one's has ever tasted). Oh dear. Well...Eliza doesn't want to touch a man's...you know..."

Rachel smirked, "It doesn't say you NEED to. Just that it WILL taste good. Now Oliver can cum on my food and we can share it!"

"Gross." Nat said.

Rachel winked at him, "More for us then."

"My turn," Dylan said, talking to Oliver, "4. Restriction. Can never sit on furniture. Must either stand, kneel, or recline. Oh, good thing I'm already kneeling." She was glad she didn't have to get off the couch, although she knew she would come to hate never sitting again.

"You can sit on Master's lap!" Lina suggested, "Like a good girl."

Dylan turned to look at Lina, then blushed and nodded.

Lina rolled a 3 and landed on dice, "My choices are Dumb Cow, In Heat, Random Orgasms. I pick orgasms!" She didn't hesitate. Everyone else seemed shocked, "What? You think I dumb? No. Dumb Cow? That worse. In Heat? Chastity Belt. Orgasms best choice. It says - You will experience orgasms at random times intervals with no warning. This will happen at least once a week but no more than 5 times per week. See, not like I going to cum my brains out totally."

Oliver rolled next, "3. A question. Would you rather have to ask permission from another player (randomly chosen after answering this question) before making any purchases over $50, or never be able to buy anything new again, only used items (not including perishables)?" Oliver tapped his foot. Thanks to his low maintenance transformation he didn't really care about buying new clothing, or furniture or anything really. He was more concerned about Dylan and Lina. He felt like he was going to have to take responsibility for both of them financially, and that would be hard to do if he couldn't spend money.

Except...who would be his 'financial advisor'? If it was Dylan or Lina then no problem. Rachel...she would tease him but probably agree with anything. Eliza was a sweetheart but her new trait might make her reject 'cheap' things. Nat? Nat was still his bro at heart, that would be fine.

"I pick get permission. Oh, it says Nat is my assigned player. Guess I'll have to get your permission to buy stuff."

Nat looked at him, then immediately looked away, "Ugh. I give you permission to buy pants!"

Oliver laughed, "Sorry, no can do. Unless we take this game outside."

"Ya. No." Nat said. "Guess it's my turn again," Nat picked up the dice and rolled, "A 1. Fuck. Are you kidding me? Another BOB before I even know what the last one is!?" Nat sighed and picked up the card, "Fuck. Spoke too soon. It's the results from my last one, for my face. It's another fucking tie. 40% each. Ah, don't look at me! and Appraising Eyes...

"Ah, don't look at me! - Nat won't be able to stand anyone looking at him...unless he's got his makeup on. A touch of eyeliner won't be enough, he'll have to put the effort in to feel comfortable around others

"Appraising Eyes - Nat gains the appraisal skill. Just by looking at someone he'll be able to figure out tons of information about them...all sexual of course. Can't be turned off so he'll know exactly what everyone is thinking of doing to him."

Nat blinked as the changes settled in. He immediately felt uncomfortable. Everyone was looking at him, normally a good thing, but his face was totally bare. He slapped his hands against his cheeks to hide them, and Eliza immediately noticed and stood up. She reached out her hand and practically dragged him to her room.

"I'll be fast. Just sit still." Eliza quickly started applying makeup to him. It was still his turn so she had to be fast, but he started feeling better as soon as she got to work.

While he waited he looked at her and was shocked by the information he was presented with.

Eliza Price

Age 34
Height 5'7"
Bra Size :38F
Measurements: 38-26-38
Last Sexual Partner: Rachel Fournier
Last Sexual Encounter : Fingered in bathroom stall at gas station to orgasm at 4:52pm
Current Arousal :97%
Sees you as potential sexual partner. Thinks you are cute. Wishes your tits were bigger. Wants you to suck her nipples right now.

The longer he looked at the the more information kept flowing into his brain. He closed his eyes and it stopped. He sighed. He didn't want to know all the dirty thoughts people had about him!

"There, done. For now anyway. Let's get back." Eliza said. She held up a hand mirror, "Looks good?"

Nat stared at it, "Wow...it doesn't even look like me...you're..."

"Amazing. Eliza knows. But Eliza supposes you're reflection never looks like you...Eliza is sorry."

Nat shook his head, "No. Not your fault. Thank you."

They hurried back to the group and Nat will immediately flooded with too much information about his friends. He very intentionally avoided looking at Oliver as he sat down and picke dup his card again, "Now the next BOB is Clothing. I get $5,000 and my choices are Whatever HE wants, ASSistant, Stocking Lover, There can be only 1. Fuck. I have a feeling whatever he wants doesn't mean I get to pick. These all suck. I won't give an opinion."

"I think you'd look great in stockings." Rachel said.

Nat looked at her and his appraisal skill immediately told him she was currently fantasizing about throwing him down on the bed and pushing his thighs apart...while he was wearing stockings of course. He shook his head and looked at the board, "Just roll."

She did and landed on Gatcha, "Crotch (strongly need to get one or more piercing in your crotch like a hood piercing, clit ring, or labia piercing). That's not so bad. Go ahead Eliza."

Eliza rolled a 4, "Oh dear. Eliza has another BOB just like Nat! It is also Eliza's wardrobe...She's an Angel, Won't get out of bed for less than $10,000, Is that a teacher? And Marriage Material," Eliza fluttered her wings, "Well Eliza IS an angel..." She blushed, "But marriage sounds nice too..."

"Ah Rach, that's a hint!" Nat laughed. Then stopped, because he realized both of them weren't picturing a wedding, but rather a wedding night..."Do you two ever stop thinking about sex?"

Dylan picked up the dice, but before she could roll the board dinged and a card shot up. She picked it up, "Great. My BOB result. With 45% of the vote the winner is Porn Prose - Dylan's language will become much more crude, filled with innuendo and straight out sex talk. Well that fucking sucks. Well with my tits hanging out like this I'd have to fuck a lot of execs to make it on tv anyway. Let's roll, a 1. GC. Creamy Potent Goodness Gives her a permanent desire to have current partner, or closest male if there is no current partner, cum inside her body at least three times a day. Well Oliver, are you up for the challenge of filling my cunt? You certainly gave me enough cream pies today to last a whole week so I think you are up for it."

Oliver smiled thinly, "Well I certainly have a lot of work to do between all of you ladies..."

"Shut up bro. Oh no, I gotta get my dick sucked by so many women. Woe is me." Nat said sarcastically.

"What can I say, sorry man." Oliver said.

Lina rolled a 2, "Like, a treasure!" She said cheerfully. She picked up the card and frown, "Hey, like, this ain't a treasure...it says the winner with 40% of the vote is Maid Service - Lina will only feel comfortable wearing a fetish maid uniform," She shuddered and looked down at herself. She seemed unhappy with her outfit.

"Oh, Eliza..." Rachel said, "Nevermind. I'll get it." Rachel hurried to her room and came back with an outfit, "Put this on." She said, passing it to Lina.

Lina stripped right there in front of everyone and squeezed into the costume. She looked down at herself, "Like wow! Thanks Rach, you were actually useful." The emphasis on the word actually took away a lot, but Rachel wasn't so petty as to say anything about it.

"Oliver, why do you think Rachel had that costume ready?"

It was Nat who answered her, "Cause she wanted to roleplay with Eliza of course. Don't ask me how I know."

"What do you think Master?" Lina asked, giving a slight curtsey, "How may I like serve you?"

"You look good Lina." Oliver said honestly.

"Thank you Master. I live to serve," She winked at him, "Now then, reckon it's time for my treasure. It says...Blending in - Non-players will just accept behavior or appearances **** by the game without questioning too hard how or why things are that way"

"So when Lina flashes strangers from her compulsion, they will just understand that's normal, but if she went streaking they would still react normally?" Eliza suggested.

Lina pulled a finger out of her mouth, "Oh Lina gives Oliver a blowjob in public. Like, totally normal." She winked at him and started sucking her finger again.

Oliver sighed and rolled, "Yes. A treasure. Undo random. It says...not bad. I don't have to call people miss or mister anymore."

"Aw, but I liked being called Mistress." Rachel complain.

"I'm sure Eliza would call you that if you wanted." Oliver said.

"No. I liked when YOU called me that. Oh well. Nat? Your turn." Rachel said.

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