Break 8 Part 2

Kandi had a problem. Well, she had several problems, but one rather large one...or two.

Her boobies. Sweater puppies. Melons. Whatever she called them, they were a problem.

She was at home, naked as usual. That wasn't an issue. The issue was that she'd been trying for a while now to go outside. Each time she stepped outside she'd attempt to put a shirt on, but the pleasure would be so intense she had to rip it off and step back inside. Her tits were just too sensitive.

Part of the problem was actually her handcuffs. With her hands cuffed together her options were limited, she couldn't wear most of her clothes. She was left with strapless options which, by their very nature, were tighter on the chest and therefore more likely to cause problems.

She'd exhausted her options. She had nothing she could wear outside at the moment.

Her choices were to suck it up and just go out topless, or hold up in her apartment and wait for a friend to come and 'rescue' her.

It wasn't that she was particularly bothered by her nudity. She has fucking hot after all. It was more that she was concerned about how people would react to her bazookas on full display. The transformation that had made them this big had also made people want to grope her. It was bad enough when she was covered, what would happen if she went out like this? She might be ok with being ogled, but she didn't want to be mobbed by gropers.

She would have to go out at some point that. Between head girl and man eater she was starting to feel the need for a man. With Miles off the table, she would have to find some rando. Normally her job took care of that, but she wasn't scheduled to work today.

She ended up sending an SOS to her friends and cuddling up with good book.

Eventually someone did come. Kandi opened the door to see Cami standing there.

Uh oh.

Cami immediately grabbed Kandi and started to French kiss her. As a sexually liberated bisexual woman, Kandi had no problem making out with a hot girl. Normally.

This was her first real test run of sensitive lips. It was overwhelming. It felt as good as if Cami was kissing her lower lips, no, it felt even better. The only thing that stopped her from cumming was the lack of a blindfold, and the only thing that stopped their kiss was her legs losing all strength of her literally falling into Cami's chest.

"Oops. Désolé! I forgot about your lips. Are you ok, can I get you a drink of milk?"

Kandi shook her head, "I'm ok. Thanks. Uh, come in."

Cami followed her in, "So you just need me to switch your cuffs so you can get dressed? No problem. I'm happy to help."

With Cami's help she switched the cuffs to her ankles, but she still had to step outside to actually put her clothes on. It took a few tries, but she eventually found a loose flowing top that she could wear without edging herself. Then Cami put the cuffs back on her wrists, it was just easier that way.

"Now I just need a cock." Kandi lamented.

"Not going to the barn today?" Cami asked.

"The barn? You mean my work? No. I'm not working today. I need to find someone else to get my fix."

"I wish I could help, but I'm on my lunch break. I can't neglect work so I need to hoof it back to work."

Kandi smiled, "I get it. Thanks."

Cami hurried away and Kandi went out on her own to find someone to satisfy her craving.

She figured giving a blowjob would feel at least as good as making out with Cami had been, and she didn't want to be left out, so she hatched an idea to kill two birds with one stone. She heard for a nearby adult store.

There she picked out a blindfold and approached the cash. Luckily it was a man working. "Hi, I'd like to buy this."

"Of course, it's $27.50." He said.

She grinned at him, "How about...can I pay with a blowjob instead?"

He blushed, "Um, I'm not supposed...it's not...I could get in trouble..."

She leaned forward and pushed her tits together with her arms, "Really? How about you test it out on me? Wouldn't that be so hot? Having a blindfolded woman sucking your dick while you work?"

"Umm..."

"I'll take that as a yes." She walked around the counter and took the blindfold. She winked at him then slid it on and knelt down. Now she had to feel around for his pants, but he didn't resist or move away. She found the zipper and undid them, then pulled them down.

As her lips touched his cock she let out a moan. Fuck that was good. Really good. She kept going and soon both of them were moaning. She was surprised by his endurance as she came before he did, twice, but he didn't disappoint her. When he finally erupted it seemed like it would never end and he more than satisfied her hunger.

She was about to stand up when she heard him yell, "Shit. Uh. Fuck. Hide and be quiet." He pushed her and she scooted over, presumably under the counter. She stayed there, unable to speak and unable to remove her own blindfold.

She heard him talking to another customer, competing another transaction. Then finally he removed her blindfold and helped her to her feet, "You gotta go. Take it with you." He pressed the blindfold into her hand.

She pointed at her lips, she wanted him to give her permission to talk again. But he didn't understand, "Just go." He reiterated.

Fuck. She nodded and hurried out of the store. She'd satisfied her needs, but now she was mute again. Oh well, she'd survive.

---

Sapphire woke up to a rumbling in her belly. She groaned and sat up. She was starving. She was tempted to go downstairs and get something to eat, but then she remembered that she was naked and incapable of getting dressed. Then she remembered that she wasn't broke anymore, pulled out her phone and ordered some takeout.

While she waited for her food she took a shower and then checked her phone. The person who'd commissioned her drawing loved it and asked for another scene. This time offering $20 to do it.

$20 wasn't much when she'd just $50,000 for her new 'career', but the fact that someone wanted to pay for her porn was more than enough to satisfy her. She immediately replied that she'd do it, but she decided to wait to actually get started.

There was a knock at the door. Her food was here. She looked down at herself. Her huge boobs swayed, constantly threatening to drag her down. Oh well, they're just tits.

She opened the door and stunned the driver.

"Uh...uh...uh..." He stammered.

She smiled, "Thank you sir!" She reached out and grabbed the food, "Since you are here, would you be so kind as to suggest an outfit for me to wear?"

He stared at her. At her tits, not her face. He nodded slowly, "S-sexy schoolgirl."

"Thank you so much. Bye!" She stepped back and shut the door. With permission finally, she went to her closet and got dressed. Sexy schoolgirl wasn't her first choice, but at least she wasn't naked anymore. She took her food and ate it quickly at her table.

Her stomach satisfied, she licked her lips. She had another craving to fulfill. She wasn't exactly the type to go pick up random women, she didn't even know how that would work. She felt like her options were one of her friends or Imogen. She was a little worried about seeming too **** with Imogen, so she decided a friend would be better.

She decided to go see Daria at work. After all she owned Daria's pussy, it would be easy to convince her.

She headed out for the metro. As she reached the station a man opened the door for her, "After you miss."

"Thank you sir." She replied with **** enthusiasm. She stepped inside and then he followed her.

"That's an awful short skirt. People might get the wrong idea about you." He said, unhelpfully.

"You're right. Thank you. I'll take that to heart." Like she didn't wish she could wear something longer.

"Are you heading to Hunter St?" He asked.

"Yes." She said automatically. She wasn't.

"Really, me too. Do you want to go together?"

"Yes...oh..." She said. She really did not.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes...ahhh..."

"Really?"

"YES!" She reached out for the wall to support herself as an orgasm rocked through her.

"Why don't you have a seat, you don't look well."

Sapphire gritted her teeth but found herself **** to take his advice. She sat down and he said he'd get her some water. The second he was gone she got up and dashed for the train. He probably wasn't trying to do anything, her own compulsions **** him to behave that way, but she still wanted nothing to do with him. She made it on the train and didn't see him. She'd be with Daria soon and everything would be ok.

---

Cami was rushing to make it back to work on time, her lunchbreak was only so long after all, when a man suddenly stepped in front of her.

"Excuse me, could I have your shirt."

"Of course." She peeled it off and handed it to him. Crap. She'd left her change of clothes in her office.

"Thanks." He scrunched it up and walked away like it was nothing.

She looked down at her swollen udders. Invisible threads meant they sat high and proud as if she was wearing a push-up bra, but they still bounced as if she wasn't wearing one...since, well, she wasn't.

She was going to be late. That was the same thing as neglecting work and she COULDN'T do that. She had ****. She picked up her pace to a brisk jog. Her swaying udders threatened to bowl her over and she had to grab them with both hands just to maintain her pace.

Then it happened.

"Fuuuuck!" A random orgasm hit her and she fell to her knees. She was topless and cumming in public, what had happened to her?

Too bad she didn't have time to mope. Her compulsion **** her to her feet and made her rush twice as fast. She couldn't neglect work.

She barreled in a few minutes late. She knew intellectually that her boss really wouldn't care. Whether she took an hour for lunch or two, he really wouldn't care. But the magic compulsion apparently did.

She didn't go for her shirt in her office, instead she opened her boss's door and bowed her head, "I'm sorry I'm late, it's udderly unacceptable."

"Late?" He raised an eyebrow, "I don't....oh," He grinned. Their relationship had taken a turn this morning and he was ready to play ball, "Yes. You were. You deserve to be punished."

"Punished?" Cami didn't pick up on his tone, she was too out of breath still.

"Yes. Put your hands on my desk." He ordered.

She was confused, but she obeyed.

He stood and and walked around behind her. He surprised her by reaching around and groping her. A stream of milk shot out and landed on his desk.

"And now you've ruined the report I was working on."

"I..." Cami finally caught up with him. She smiled, "Oh, yes. I've been a bad girl."

He smacked her ass playfully, "A very bad girl..." He suddenly pulled her skirt down, "Panties? Bad girls don't get panties."

He pulled them down and reached between her legs with his hand for a long stroke along her slit. She shuddered, "Sir..."

She heard a smacking noise and a moan of pleasure, "Why...why do you taste so good?"

She mewed, "Maybe...maybe you need to taste me again, just to be sure."

"Maybe you're right, but it is supposed to be a punishment. I know, you were such a good girl this morning when you asked permission to cum, this time you don't have permission. Hold out as long as you can."

With that he got down on the floor and started to lick her pussy. She bit her lip from the pleasure. She wondered if this was close enough to cowgirl for her to cum, not that she'd be able to until he was ready anyway. He was right, this was a punishment. A sweet, delicious punishment. Was it neglecting work if you were with your boss? Apparently not since she felt no compulsion to leave and do something else. An interesting loophole, one she expected to be exploiting rather a lot in the future.

---

Daria had been worried about maid to serve, but it hadn't been a problem so far. Given her position at the magazine people frequently made requests of her, but never orders. She was a little worried for future calls with vendors, what if they demand she put their product in the magazine, but from her experiments with Cami she knew that the less sexual the order, the easier it was to resist.

The bigger problem is that it wanted her to make herself useful. It was weird for your boss to come to your desk and offer to bring you a coffee, wasn't it? Kim had sure acted like it, although she had agreed. That was helpful because it took away the urge, and she wasn't really worried about being unable to backtalk an employee.

Daria had just delivered the coffee to Kim and made it back to her office when there was a knock on her door. "Come in." She called.

The door opened and Sapphire waltzed it, "Hi Daria!" She said with a grin.

"Sapphire, what brings...oh..." She figured she knew exactly why Sapphire was here.

"I'm sorry, really. You can say no." Sapphire said earnestly.

"No, I can't. It's your pussy." Daria said honestly.

Sapphire nodded, acknowledging that fact, "Sure, but...it's attached to you. You have to work. I understand. My compulsion shouldn't take priority over your life. If you don't want this, please just tell me."

Daria thought about it. She didn't have any real problem with Sapphire eating her out. It was clear between them that it was just sex, just satisfying their magically induced needs, she was ok with that. She was also ok with doing it at work, as long as she got her job done it wasn't a big deal. That problem was...

"Well...I'm just not really...you kow...in the mood."

"Oh?" Sapphire grinned, "I can fix that. With your permission?"

Daria bit her lip, thankfully it didn't seem like a big decision and she was able to decide on her own, "Ok. Permission granted."

Sapphire cleared her throat exaggeratedly, "Ahem..."

"We wish your a Merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas..." Sapphire didn't know a lot of songs by heart, so she went to something she did know. Christmas songs.

It was the strangest feeling. Sapphire was just singing a Christmas song. Her voice was always pleasant to listen to, but when she sang...Daria felt herself getting wet. Not just wet, soaked. She looked at Sapphire in an entirely different light. It wasn't that she was just ok with helping Sapphire with her problem. She WANTED Sapphire. She licked her lips. She wanted to taste Sapphire.

Sapphire finished the song and smiled, "There, so...how's that?"

Daria stood up and walked around the table. As a response she grabbed Sapphire and pulled her close then started kissing her. Sapphire was surprised, but eventually reciprocated.

Daria broke off the kiss to lock her office door. She turned to Sapphire, "Y-you know...I tested it with Cami this morning. I r-really can't refuse sexual orders."

Sapphire raised an eyebrow, "Really? So if I said...show me your tits!" Sapphire giggled. She knew Daria would obey without noticing, "Daria, you're tits are out!"

"Huh? What?" Daria just noticed she'd removed her top.

"Oh well, you'd better take the rest off. Sorry, that wasn't an order. Daria, strip!"

Daria felt the command sink into her soul. She stripped as quickly as she could.

"Wow, that was hot. Am I a dom?" Sapphire mused, "Nah." As hot as that was she was pretty sure she was submissive if she was anything. She licked her lips and grinned, "Well you know I have rug munching on the mind, so let's get started..."

---

Miles had had enough rug munching for one day. Scratch that, for several weeks at least.

He was finally allowed up from under the desk. His knees were sore, his tongue felt like sandpaper. He stared at his boss who seemed oblivious to his discomfort.

Worst of all he was horny. Very, very horny. Under normal circumstances he would have passed well beyond that to become completely numb, but thanks to Sissy-phus he could only become less aroused by orgasming, and orgasming meant touching his new pussy, acknowledging that it was real.

His boss stretched and smiled at him, "Good work today. Starting tomorrow I'll have you work as my personal assistant. You can report directly to me when you get in. You can take the rest of the day off, Lord knows you've earned it. Oh, and please dress more appropriate for work tomorrow. I don't mind you dressing like a slut, just don't dress like a slob."

Miles gulped, "Yes. Bye." He hurried out of there.

He really wanted to avoid eye contact with anyone else. Especially the woman who wanted a threesome. Oh fuck, what about Sunshine? She wanted...well he couldn't give her what she wanted anymore. How would his compulsion deal with that?

Thankfully he made it home and into his condo without seeing her, or maknig eye contact with anyone else. He was still **** though, **** to cum. He had ****, he had to do it.

He stripped down in his bedroom, looking at his new body for real this time. His tits were small but he was fit, he was hot. Fuck, that didn't make it better.

He laid down on this bed and closed his eyes. He'd fingered girls before, he knew how to do this...right...?

His finger found the slit between his legs. He gasped. That felt good already. He pushed it inside, started moving around. OH! There! That's it. Oh God. He has a clit!

Perhaps thankfully it didn't last long. He was so pent up that his body didn't need much stimulation to cum. His first female orgasm was different than he expected. He thought it would be very different but it still felt like an orgasm to him. Maybe a little longer than usual, for him anyway. Definitely good though, but definitely not worth losing his whole identify over.

He was considering doing it again when his phone rang, "Hello?" He answered, "What? Uh. Yes. Coming."

She'd be so polite he had to obey. Not that he planned to refuse anyway. He hurriedly got up and put on his borrowed clothes. Then hurried out as fast as he could go.

---

Princess stared at the game. What was she prepared to do? She wanted to help Miles, and herself, but how much pain would she put herself through?

Before she could reply the board made it's own suggestion, "Let the die decided your fate," There was a poof of smoke and a rather odd looking dice appeared on top of it, "State your wish and roll. 20 will make your dream come true, 1 will create a nightmare. In between and you'll get what you desire, but will pay the price."

It was ominous. She picked up the die and looked at it. She turned it over and saw it had 20 sides. Just a 5% change to get what she wanted...and a 5% chance of a 'nightmare' whatever that meant.

It wasn't stated explicitly, but she figured the closer to 20 she got, the lower the price would be.

She groaned. Could she really do this? For Miles? For his cock?

Fuck it. He might be a jerk sometimes but he was her friend. She would. She would give it a shot.

"I wish Miles had his cock back." She threw the dice. She cringed as it landed. A 10. That was...good? Bad? She really didn't know.

The message scrawled across the board's dome, "He shall have his cock back, but you shall deliver it. The price is a curse. Enjoy..."

The words disappeared and she was about to complain that it didn't even tell her what it was when suddenly a dildo appeared in her hands. A very realistic dildo. Wait. Fuck. It wasn't a dildo. It was his cock. His disembodied cock was in her hands. It was rock hard and warm. "What the fuuuck..."

Then the dome spelled out her curse.

"Perfect Penis - Not all cocks are made equal, at least as far as you're concerned. There is such thing as a perfect penis, and it belongs to Miles. No other penis can compare to it, it's perfect. You'll develop an intense longing to have his penis inside you."

She stared at the cock in her hands. Oh fuck. Intense was right. Not only did Whack-a-dong tell her she needed to get this dick off, her latest curse told her this was the most beautiful cock in the world and she needed it inside her NOW!

Without any further hesitation she shoved it into her mouth. The pleasure was unbelievable. She feel to her knees. The most perfect cock in existence was inside her mouth right now! What more could she ask for?

She had to pay it back for the pleasure it was giving her. She had to help it cum. She started using her tongue and hand to try and stimulate it. She had to pay it back!

She'd probably been blowing the cock-dildo for more than an hour before she came to her senses. It wasn't going to cum. Maybe because it wasn't attached to a body, or didn't have testicles, but it just wasn't going to happen.

She slowly stood up and tried to pull the cock out of her mouth. The second it passed her lips she shoved it back inside.

She couldn't. She needed to get it off, and she needed it inside her. She couldn't just carry it to him. She had to keep fucking her face with it.

She laid down on the couch, her knees had been getting tired after all. She would get up and go find him. Eventually. She just wanted to keep it inside her for just a little bit longer...

---

Daria opened her door and stepped inside. She immediately heard an odd sound from the living room and rushed to investigate. There was Princess. Naked, except for her belt of course, furiously fucking her own face with a dildo. She gasped, "P-Princess? What are you doing?"

Princess blinked and looked over at her. Then she looked really excited, she pulled the dildo mostly out of her mouth, but not all the way, "Dar, like, undo my belt! Please!"

Daria walked around the couch to approached her, "Uh...what? What's going on?" She felt the compulsion to obey the order, but managed to resist it for the moment.

Princess started begging, "PLEASE! I need it!"

Daria hurried to her side. She didn't like to see her friend distressed, but also it felt like a rather strong order, "Uh, ok." She undid the belt and slide it down her legs.

The second it was clear Princess pulled the dildo out of her mouth and plunged it into her pussy, "Yes! Yes! Thank you! It feels so good! The perfect penis is like, so perfect!"

"Uh..." Daria didn't know what to say. Her friend was furiously fucking herself with a dildo, on her couch. Did she give her privacy? Did she yell at her and kick her out?

"M-Miles..." Princess moaned, "G-get Miles. Here."

Daria didn't know what was going on, but she decided to go along with it. "Alright, I'll get him."

She left to go to the kitchen and called him.

---

Miles knocked on Daria's door and she answered immediately, "She's in here. I don't know what's goging on."

He entered the living room with her. There was Princess. Naked and fucking herself with a dildo. What the hell?

"Uhhh?" He mumbled.

"Oh, M-" Suddenly the chastity belt reappeared on her, with the dildo appearing in her hand just above it. She didn't hesitate and plunged it into her mouth.

"Timer was up," Daria explained, "I don't know what's going on. She can't stop."

"Whack-a-dong?" Miles asked, "But...on a dildo?"

Princess pulled it out just enough to speak, "Not. Dildo."

Not a dildo? Then...

"It's yours!" She cried.

Mine? Miles didn't understand. Wait, "That's mine?!" He shouted.

She nodded.

"G-give it back!" He ordered.

"Like, good idea!" Princess said. She made no effort to do so though.

Miles walked around the couch and reached out to grab her hand. His new body was much weaker than his old one, but he was still stronger than Princess. He yanked her arm up and wrestled the dildo away from her.

"Stop, I need to make it cum!" Princess pleaded.

Miles held her back with one arm and looked at the dildo. It was his, wasn't it? Like someone had just chopped it off. What the hell? What was he supposed to do with it?

He suddenly had an idea. He didn't care about his friends seeing him naked, not now. He pushed his pants down and held the dildo over his crotch. Suddenly it jumped against him, fusing to his skin. He could feel it again. He had a cock.

Princess wasted no time. She lunged forward and started blowing him. He didn't try to stop her. He was so confused.

He could feel the pleasure though, feel it in his cock. It didn't take long before he felt his orgasm approach. And then...

He came. Hard. He could feel semen shooting out of his cock, despite the lack of testicles. It didn't make any sense, but then again, nothing about this game did.

Princess finally sat back on her heels, "Oh finally, the compulsion is gone."

"What's going on?" Daria asked.

Princess tried to explain, "I made a deal with the game to, like, make Miles a man again."

Miles gestured to his body, "But I'm still a woman! What did you do?"

"I..." Princess gulped, 'Oh no...no no no..."

"What?"

"I wished for your dick back..."

Miles looked down. He had his dick back. That was good. Unfortunately he still had everything else from his recent transformation. A soft face. Wide hips. Slender fingers. Tits. Oh, and a pussy. He still had a pussy.

"Princess!?"

"Oops!"

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Thanks everyone who voted. Obviously the result that won was for him to stay female, but get his cock back. That had 40% of the vote, nearly double the next option which was to undo it entirely. I know some weren't able to vote because of VPN restrictions but the participation was still pretty high so I think I'll keep using strawpoll vs google forms to avoid excessive individual voting.