Sierra's Rampage

Sierra was angry. She was upset. She was confused.

Finally done cleaning the apartment she snapped her fingers to summon the rulebook. She skimmed through it until she came to the final rule she'd written for herself.

She slapped her forehead.

Duh.

Anyone Sierra MacLeod finds attractive finds her attractive regardless of their sexual orientation.

She'd been so overwhelmed with lust for Christina she'd barely considered the implications. Bisexual Sierra found Mira attractive, therefore Mira found her attractive. Once Sierra's bisexuality disappeared, so did the attraction Mira felt for her.

Everything was her fault. She'd taken advantage of her friend, then gotten upset with her when that friend tried to clear the air.

Worse, part of her was still angry at Mira. What was wrong with her? Why didn't Mira find her attractive?

It was a pretty stupid reason to be angry at someone, but Sierra couldn't help how she felt.

Finally freed of her compulsion to clean, she headed to her room to dress. Then she went to Ken's room. She opened the door without knocking to find him watching as his 'harem' made out. Sierra scoffed. She knew is was normal for women to make out for men's amusement, but she also knew she only felt that way because of the rulebook.

"Ken. Come with me." She ordered.

Ken opened his mouth to protest, but then he sighed and got up. He was probably afraid of her ordering him to clean. He followed her as she knocked on Mira's room and went inside without waiting for a response.

Mira looked at them both, but didn't say anything.

"Suck his cock." Sierra ordered.

Mira didn't move.

Sierra rolled her eyes and took out her phone. She opened the app that control Mira's piercing and turned it to max. Mira squirmed but didn't move to obey.

Ken stared at her, "Sierra...you can't just **** her..."

"I can!" She said harshly. Then she groaned in frustration, 'Fine. You don't want to talk. Let's not talk. Let's play a fucking game. I want to blow off some steam. Let's play odds and evens. We'll count 1, 2, 3 and throw out our hands, showing either an odd or even number of fingers. If we all match odd or even we do it again until someone is alone. That's the winner. The winner gets to write unlimited rules today, but the rules can't effect anyone in our circle, people who know about the rulebook or have played our games before."

"Unlimited? That's...that's..." Ken gulped.

"We'll each get a turn," Sierra added, "The losers can flip a coin to decide who gets tomorrow and who gets the day after."

Ken clicked his tongue, then nodded, "Ok, but all of these rules need a time limit. A day."

"How about...after all 3 of us have had a turn we can review the rules we added and freely edit them by majority vote." Sierra countered.

"Not freely," Ken said. Otherwise Mira and Sierra could take a rule targeting a stranger and switch it to Ken, or something similar, "But change the time period to anything we agree on."

"Fine. Mira?" Sierra looked at Mira.

Mira was barely paying attention. Shit. Sierra turned off the vibrator. "Mira, are you in?"

Mira nodded weakly.

They added the game to the rulebook and then prepared their hands, "1..2..3..." Sierra shot out 3 fingers. Mira chose 10 and Ken had 6. Sierra grinned, "I win. Thanks."

She turned to leave, then stopped and opened her app again, "I wouldn't want you to get bored Mira..." She turned it onto random, but set it for 'maximum tease' whatever that meant. Then she grabbed the rulebook and left.

Sierra wasn't sure what to do with her newfound power, she just wanted to mess with people.

She was walking outside, it was a beautiful morning and there were lots of people around. She saw a couple walking towards her, holding hands.

She stepped in front of them, "Pardon me, official SRO business. Are you two dating?"

The man answers, "Yes...what is this about officer?"

"I'll ask the questions," Sierra says. She turns to the woman, "How often does he go down on you?"

"What?" She asks, blushing.

"Answer me honestly or risk punishment."

"Um...well...never..."

"Never?" Sierra looks at the man, "And does she blow you?"

He nods and rubs the back of his head, "Well...ya...but-"

"No buts. This is a very serious problem. Ma'am, do you want him to eat you out?"

"Well..."

"Fully honesty, I'm the SRO remember. You wouldn't want to lose your uniform privileges."

"Yes, I do." She said.

Sierra opened the rulebook, "Okay...names?"

"Cheryl Hogan."

"James O'Donnell."

Sierra started to write.

New Rule: James O'Donnell is addicted to eating pussy and will suffer withdrawal symptoms if he goes more than 48 hours without tasting it. He also is incapable of cheating

"There, James you are now addicted to eating pussy," Sierra winked at Cheryl, "Enjoy."

Sierra turned to leave but a different woman called out to her, "Wait, the SRO can do that? Sign me up!"

The woman's boyfriend rolled his eyes.

Sierra laughed, "Sure, what's your name?"

"Marsha Fleming."

Sierra grinned and wrote in the rulebook.

New Rule: Marsha Fleming is addicted to semen, but unlike other women she hates the taste of it. She can never refuse to give a blowjob.

The woman told her. Sierra wrote down her rule, "Perfect. You are now addicted to cum and you can't refuse to give a blowjob."

"What?" Marsha cries, "But that's-"

Her boyfriend cuts her off, "Stop bothering the SRO. Let's go back to my place and you can blow me."

"But..." Marsha's resistance fades immediately. It's a rule. She can't fight it, "Ok. Let's go."

Sierra smiles to herself. Two happy customers already.

Her stomach growls and she realizes that even though she made breakfast for her roommates, she didn't actually eat any herself. She decides to head off campus to a popular breakfast restaurant, Bacon Me Crazy.

It's busy and there are no tables available. She smiles to herself, that just won't do.

She turns to a blank page in the rulebook and starts writing.

Bacon Me Crazy

Old Rule: There is a table by the window which is reserved 100% of the time for the SRO of Northern Union University. The SRO recieves VIP treatment including free priority service.

As soon as she finishes writing the rule a table is suddenly free by the window and a waitress is standing right in front of her.

"Hello, welcome to Bacon Me Crazy, your seat is ready for you miss." She says to Sierra.

Sierra smiles. It was a place just like this where they first discovered the rulebook. What was that first rule again? Oh right...she sits down at her booth and adds a similar version.

Old Rule: The dress code requires employees to be topless at all times.

She'd taken out the word 'female', after all why should the women get a show too?

"What can I bring you today?" The waitress asks Sierra.

Sierra looks up at her. Of course she is now topless, but the poor girl is flat as a board. She doesn't appear to be self conscious, either about her small chest or her nudity in general, but that's probably because it's an rule.

Well, Sierra can help her.

Old Rule: Employees slowly become more attractive as they work at Bacon Me Crazy. Nobody questions why this happens but it is an open secret and makes the job desirable despite the dress code. Female employees breasts also grow slowly until they are at least a D cup and no larger than G cup. These changes are permanent.

Sierra looks up at her waitress. She was attractive before, but now she looks like a model. And her tits? Massive.

Sierra looked at the menu, then shrugged, "Bring me one of everything. Oh, and send..." She looked around, "Him over will you?" Sierra pointed to the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen.

"Yes of course!" The waitress bounced away.

While she waited she decided to have more fun. She couldn't write rules effecting her directly, but she could benefit from them.

Old Rule: It is considered an honour to serve the SRO in any way she asks. Nothing she requests can ever be scandalous or illegal and anyone observing her will accept it as normal.

The deal she'd made with Ken and Mira only said the rules couldn't apply to them. So if Ken walked in he'd find what was about to happen very odd, but since it didn't **** his compliance she had no trouble writing it.

The man walked over, "Hi, you wanted to see me? How can I help? I'll do ANYTHING." He emphasized the last word as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Eat me out while I wait for my food." She ordered.

"Of course!" He seemed eager to do it. She helpfully removed her skirt and panties to give him access and then marveled at just how naught it felt to be doing this in full view of a busy restaurant.

He was good and very enthusiastic and she couldn't suppress her moans. People turned to look, but then they looked away and carried on with their day. It was thrilling.

The waiter succeeded in getting her off just as the food arrived. She looked at the dish and then had quite the interesting idea. She knew that they'd made it a rule that semen tasted amazing, so why not take advantage of it and get a show while she ate.

"Thank you, now I want you to drop your pants and masturbate for me. I want you to cum on my food."

Once again he seemed thrilled to have the chance. She gasped as he dropped her pants, he was absolutely huge. Maybe she'd have to keep him around after breakfast.

She sampled from the various dishes brought out to her as he jerked himself off until he finally came all over her French toast.

She took a bite, covering in cum, "Hmm...it's not the same as maple syrup but...wow...yeah. That's good."

"I'm so happy you like it." The man said.

She wondered how far the rule would go, "You can go back to work now...but keep your pants off."

"Yes, of course." He walked over to another table to remove their empty plates. One woman at the table gasped when she saw his cock, but she didn't call the police or scream for help. The man she was with looked a little grossed out, but kept his mouth shut.

Sierra thought that she could play with them too.

She pulled her underwear and skirt back on, and walked over to them, "Hi there."

"Oh, hi! Can we help you?" The woman asks.

Sierra realizes she never specified staff so her rule applied to the entire restaurant. Anyone who stepped inside would want to serve her.

"Yes. Be completely honest with me. What did you think of that waiter's cock?"

"It was huge!" The woman said.

"I know right, and what about you, what did you think?" Sierra asked the man.

"It was gross, I don't want to see another man's penis. If you hadn't asked him to do that I would have called the cops." He said.

"Feeling a little jealous?" Sierra asked. Before he could answer she asked the woman, "Are you two together?"

"Yes. Married. 14 years now." She said.

"And? How does he stack up?" Sierra asked.

"He's a wonderful, loving husband."

"Sure, but what about his dick? Are you satisfied?"

The man's face turned red, but apparently this wasn't too scandalous because she was asking.

"Well..." The woman said.

Sierra had an idea. She stopped a passing waiter and borrow some paper and pens. She set them down in front of the couple, "I want each of you to write down things you'd change about your partner."

They both looked at their sheets, but didn't write anything.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun. Go ahead, write 'monster cock'."

The woman giggled and eventually shrugged, "Oh what the heck, it's for the SRO! Monster cock." She wrote on her page.

"Hey, well fine then..." The man adds 'Watermelon tits' to his page.

"Watermelons? Don't be Gross Harold. You want to go that way?" She writes 6 ft 3. "You could be taller."

"I can't help how tall I am." Harold says.

"And I can't help how big my boobs are." She retorts.

Sierra watches with amusement as the couple go back and forth writing more and more on their pages. She realized she unearthed some underlying tension here. The man has described a bimbo with huge tits, high libido and a submissive streak. The woman's crafted an Adonis with rippling muscles, monster cock, and endless stamina.

"Perfect." Both look up, shocked as if they'd forgotten she was there, "By the power of the SRO...(or something else)..." She muttered under her breath, "I'm going to make it a reality."

"What? That's not possible." The woman said.

"It is..." She started to write in her notebook, "But just for funsies..." She finished writing her new rule, "You're going to become the person YOU wrote down."

"What?" They both said as once.

The change was gradual, as Sienna had written, and went unnoticed by everyone else in the cafe. The woman swelled up, morphing into the man of her dreams. While the man shrunk, everywhere except his chest, into he was an adorable little bimbo.

"Change us back!" The man, or rather, woman, demanded. It seems her rules hadn't gone far enough to make THIS normal.

"Hold on, this could be fun." The newly minted man said, flexing his bicep.

"That's the idea!" Sierra said, "You two can go back to normal...just a few little conditions first."

The (wo)man gulped, "W-what do you want?"

"First," Sierra held up one finger, "You gotta have sex. This is a rare opportunity, use it. Full P in V, don't worry, you won't get pregnant. The first time anyway."

"N-no..."

"Second," She put up another, "You have to stay this way for at least a week."

She put up a third finger, "And finally...you both have to want to swap back. After you meet the first two conditions just hold hands and say swap and you'll swap back to your original bodies, it'll only work if you both want it."

The woman shook her head, "I can't. I can't have sex...like this." She gestured to her new body.

"Well..." Sierra looked at the paper in front of her, "Always horny, submissive to husband...are you sure?"

"Wait, that..." She gulped, remembering everything she wrote down.

"Oh my God Harold! Or...Harriett? Gives husband blowjobs...I can't believe you wrote that."

"Well...my job here is done. Have fun you two!" Sierra waved and left them to argue amongst themselves.