Round 9 Continued

"2, that's treasure," Eliza picked up her card, "Gift Giver. Pick another player to receive one of your transformations randomly," Eliza looked around the room trying to decide. She didn't want to burden anyone else, but she had to pick someone. "Rachel," She gave the slightest frown and touched Rachel's arm, "Sorry but Eliza knows you will forgive her."

"Of course I will." Rachel smiled warmly.

Eliza read her card, "Patience is a virtue, can only-" She didn't finish.

"No! You bitch!" Rachel shouted. "Not that one!"

Eliza chuckled, "Don't worry. Eliza won't tease you. Too much." She winked.

"You..." Rachel crossed her arms under her chest and sighed, "Whatever. It's like...ok..."

Dylan picked up the dice and rolled.

"Crap. Another BOB?" Oliver said.

"Yes...It's compulsion. My choices are Sharing is Caring, Breast Friends, Well Trained and Mating Display. These sound..."

"Horrible?" Oliver finished for her.

"I'll be your breast friend!" Rachel squealed.

"Like, me too slut!" Lina giggled. She slapped her knee, "But I like think you should be...um...what was it? The um..." Lina scratched her head.

"Well trained?" Eliza suggested.

"That it! Like a good doggy!"

"Lina!" Oliver said harshly, "Be nice."

"I like...am." Lina said, "It would be hot watching her like...um...obey ya."

"Uh huh...anyway, it's not like we get a vote. It will be what it will be, right Dylan?"

Dylan nodded, "Right. I'm sure I'll be fine...you'll take care of me no matter what, right Master?"

"Of like course," Lina answered for him, "Master ish da best," She said, slurring her words slightly, "Um. Whose turn is it?"

"Yours." Nat answered.

"Okeydokey," Lina rolled, "BOB, Career Change. Huh, I'm like...unem...uh...no job...how..." She shrugged and picked up the card, "It say...huh? Doting Wife, Hired Help, Head Maid and Freeloader. Like...whatcha think Master?"

Oliver thought for a moment, "Uh...freeloader probably means no change right? You just stay unemployed and I take care of you. That's probably best, I don't want to **** you to do anything."

Lina giggled, "Oh Master...I WANT you to **** me!"

"..." Oliver wasn't surprised, he just wasn't sure how to respond to that. He gulped, "I'm going to roll now...6. Question. Would you rather have your oldest friend now believe you're their mortal enemy — or have your enemy fall madly in love with you? Huh? Do I even have an enemy?"

"Sure, everyone has one," Rachel said, "Like that bitch Carol. Nobody cares about your boat Carol!"

“Dude, don’t make me hate you,” Nat said, half-laughing. “But let’s be real—you’ve got plenty of enemies. What about that one chick? Lak… something?”

"Oh, Lakshmi? I wouldn't say she's my enemy. She's just...a rival." Oliver said, "But ya. I can't make you hate me. I'll pick enemy falls in love."

"Good choice. Alright I'll roll now," Nat picked up the dice but before he could roll the board dinged and a card shot up, "Oh no. My BOB. It says...with 55% of the vote the winner is Asset Manager - Nat will do his best to monetize his new assets. Of course that's referring to his tits, ass, and pussy. Whether it's OnlyFans or Porn he'll find a way to make money of his gorgeous female body. This overrides his Forever Employed temporarily, forcing him to quit his current job. He won't be able to quit future jobs so he should be careful what jobs he takes."

"Oh Nat, I'm so sorry." Oliver said. Nat was good at his job, really good. The idea of him throwing that away to become a porn star or something hurt Oliver's heart.

Nat blinked as the changed settled into his brain. Truthfully while the money was good it was a really stressful job. Wouldn't it be better to just take a few pics of his tits and put them online? Maybe he wouldn't make quite as much, at least not at first, but it would be so much easier. He wasn't interested in a porn career, at least not yet. Maybe he could get into modelling too...

"Hello, Earth to Nat?" Rachel was saying, "Helloooo!"

Nat shook himself, "Huh? Oh—sorry, I got distracted thinking about all the possibilities.” She tilted her head, suddenly intrigued. “Actually… there might be synergy here. I mean, I’m pretty sure people would pay to watch me milk you—and then buy the milk afterward."

"That's..." Rachel paused for a long time, "Fucking brilliant! But you gotta keep my face out of it...I am still a lawyer after all. Have to uphold my dignity or some shit. Anyway I'll roll..." Rachel reached for the dice in Nat's hand.

Nat pulled back slightly. “Wait—it’s still my turn.” He tossed the dice with a flick of his wrist. “Another treasure? Yes!” He leaned in to read the card. “‘Undo random – Easy.’ Oh, thank goodness. I’ve been dying to get rid of that one. Now I don’t need a bodyguard shadowing me everywhere.”

"That's great Nat, but you're still going to fuck me whenever I ask, right?" Rachel said, "Oh. Now it's my turn...umm...another restriction. Can't drive or operate any motor vehicle. What? But I love driving!" Rachel pouted, "Eliza, just roll."

Eliza did, landing right beside Nat, "Oh dear. Eliza's turn for vocabulary. Eliza's choices are Divine Pronouncement, Narrator, Logically and One Syllable or Less...Eliza senses a theme here..."

"Oh ya, you're totes gonna be like...I command thee to lick my pussy!" Lina said, bursting out laughing.

Dylan sighed and picked up the dice. SHe rolled and landed on gatcha, "It says Name - The Default One - (lose your name, get called things like woman, ****, toy, pet, ...)." She raised her eyebrows and looked over at Oliver, "Huh? Wait...what IS my name?"

"Oh it's..." Oliver froze. He stared at her. How could he have forgotten her name? That's not possible. "It's..."

"Call her slut," Lina suggested, "Or bitch. Cunt. ****..."

"Be quiet," Oliver ordered angrily, "Umm...I can just give you a new name...ok? Uh...wait..." Oliver tried to think of a name for her, any name, but nothing came to mind, "W-woman?"

The girl shrugged, "Sure. You can call me whatever you like. Just tell your maid not to call me slut."

"That's harsh, girl I'm so sorry." Nat reached out and grabbed her hand, "I can't remember it either."

The woman formally known as Dylan shrugged, "I'm just a pet. I'm cool with it." Except for Lina the others weren't so sure. Losing your name was a pretty tough blow, but what could they do? They just couldn't remember it at all.

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