Round 8 Break (2)

Consciousness came to Dylan slowly. She tried opening her eyes by it was still pitch black. There was a weight on her, holding her down. She struggled but couldn't move. She blinked, trying to adjust to the dim and realized it wasn't, in fact, night time. There was something over her eyes. Something larger, and heavy.

She squirmed more. But she was stuck. Crushed under the weight of her own boobs. They were so heavy they defied reality. She couldn't have sat up even if Lina's almost as large tits were crushing her face at the same time.

She couldn't even call for help. She'd need to kiss Rachel today to unlock that privilege. Lina was probably silent too. Her IQ was back to normal, but that meant her daily word limit was zero. She started squirming too, but like Dylan she was trapped by her own boobs.

Fuck.

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Oliver yawned. He was exhausted. Dylan was practically insatiable. Every time they stopped she would just purr and beg for more. It was a little startling hearing her be so forward, and so vulgar, but he found himself unable to resist. Since getting his 'hot drinks' transformation he thought hangovers were behind him but it turns out he could still suffer from dehydration headaches.

He slowly sat up. His room smelled of sweat and sex. He really needed to clean up in here. The thought flashed across his mind that he could get the girls to clean up for him, but he quickly suppressed it. He didn't want to be some kind of asshole that took advantage of them.

He stood up and walked to his door. He was naked, of course, and didn't feel weird about walking around like that. Still he hesitated as he grabbed the door knob. Thanks to his reversal treasure the first person to see him would HAVE to blow him. If that person was Dylan, Lina or Rachel, nobody would be upset. But if he **** that on Eliza or Nat he'd feel really guilty. Of course the transformations made them think it was normal so they wouldn't really hold it against him, but he wasn't so far gone that he didn't know it was wrong.

He slowly pulled open his door, but stayed hidden behind it, "Hello?!" He called into the hall, "Is anyone there?"

There was no answer. He peeked around the door and confirmed that it was empty. He stepped out and went to the kitchen for some water.

He heard a door creak and he instantly dropped to the ground, hiding himself behind the kitchen's island.

He heard footsteps and was about to call out to them when they spoke to him instead, "Why are you hiding?"

It was Rachel. He sighed in relief, "I didn't want to spring my transformation on someone. First person to see me has to blow me."

"Oh. Perfect," Rachel said. The footsteps increased in pace and got closer and closer, "I ate so much pussy last night my compulsion is going wild!" She came around the corner and saw him still on the floor. She licked her lips, "Fuck my face asshole."

She dropped to her knees and Oliver dutifully stood up, he cock already hard, "You know, you shouldn't call me an asshole." He said.

She ignored him and lunged forward to take the tip of his cock in her mouth. After satisfying her need for a moment she popped off, "Why not? Asshole."

"I could order you not to." He said casually.

In response she bared her teeth and ever so gently dragged them along his shaft, "Really?" She asked when she was done.

Oliver looked down at her. He suddenly felt very, very, powerful. She looked a little intimidating with her red eyes and horns, but really she was powerless against him. He could do ANYTHING to her.

He gulped, then shook his head, "Just shut up and blow me before I give you an order we'll both regret."

Rachel seethed at him, but obeyed. It was almost, but not quite, 24 hours since she last ingested his cum so she had **** in the matter. Without other distractions she finished him off pretty quickly, swallowing as much of his load as she could handle as the rest dribbled down her chin.

She stood up quickly and put her hands on her hips, "Do we have a problem here? We both have transformations that make us polyamorous, and I'm bisexual now so this," She gestured between them, "Could be an on-going thing...but frankly you just aren't my type. You are the only cock and I'm not about to go trolling for cock around the village. I have little sympathy for you that you have super stamina and a ton of women who need your cock so save it for your therapist and just be a good little stud for me."

Oliver felt his anger rising. Yes, obviously he was in a rather enviable position compared to the rest of his friends, but that didn't mean he didn't have his own struggles. He didn't want to be...a stud...for her. He shook his head, "Rach...you need me a hell of a lot more than I need you. I know your transformations make your vocabulary harsher than you intend but I don't have endless patience. I don't want to date you either, but you're right, I don't want you to have to go find some stranger in the village. When you need help, I'll be here. But..."

Rachel cut him off, "I won't call you an asshole," She said, her face softening, "And no teeth."

"Right. Good," Oliver said, feeling his righteous anger fading, "I know you can't say sorry, but I'm sure you can figure out a way to apologize without words."

A mischievous look came into her eyes, "You want to give Eliza a facial? I can make it happen."

There was a flutter in his stomach and his cock twitched. She noticed and smirked. He shook his head, "No. Not that. Do you really want to pimp out your girlfriend like that?"

"Yes!" Rachel answered immediately.

Oliver realized his mistake, "Shit. No. I mean, fuck. How do I ask the opposite of that? What about...do you want to forget my last question and not be compelled to act on it?"

"Yes!" Rachel said. She smiled slyly at him, "Don't ask me any more questions ass...ter. Master. That's what I was saying. Yup."

Oliver smirked, "Master huh? Fine. Call me Master, in your head and aloud, until I say otherwise."

"Fuck. Master. Master. Wow. Didn't know you had it in you Master." She flipped her middle finger up, but she was still smiling, "Whatever. I should get back to my girls. I promised them some water. We really got up to it last night." She winked at him and opened the cupboard.

"Right and I need to go save Lina. Her tits are probably huge by now."

Rachel froze. "Master...you didn't help her last night?"

"No..."

"You fucking moron!" Rachel yelled, "Hurry up! She's probably too big to even get out of bed. Dylan too. Why are you staring at me? Hurry!"

Oliver gulped and ran to Lina's room. He opened the door and, "Oh my God!" It was a scene out of some twisted hentai. Lina's boobs had kept growing and growing all night, forcing Dylan's to grow as well, until the two of them seemed to disappear under the sheer volume of flesh. "I'm so sorry!" He ran back to his room for Lina's key, and right back to her. He had to hold her boob up to even find the chastity belt, but as soon as it was off he pulled the dildo out and replaced it with his tongue. He licked furiously, desperately trying to re-set her.

Forbidden from speaking she was nearly silent as he worked, until her body convulsed and instantly their boobs disappeared. Well, Lina's did at least. Dylan looked up from between her legs and saw Lina was back to her nearly flat original body. Dylan was still huge, but she was no longer the biggest in the entire world, just the biggest in the village. Oliver was a little confused because Dylan was way bigger than Eliza and Rachel, until he remember Rachel had said girl(s). They must have written on Nat's chest.

"More!" Lina moaned, "Another Master. Please. My daily limit is so-" She stopped. Her lips were still moving but no words came out. She'd reached her limit already. One orgasm only allowed her 9 words. 9 fucking words per day.

Oliver felt guilty. She'd suffered because of him. He saw Dylan sitting up. She stared at him and nodded, urging him to do it again. Oliver unlocked the belt and ate her out again.

"Yes!" Lina screamed after her second orgasm of the day, "Oh Master. We should keep going. I want to solve the equation for my speech limits. I'm not that dumb yet-" Once again it was clear she'd hit her limit. It was shockingly low.

As he hesitated Dylan suddenly grabbed his hand. He looked at her as she pressed the key into it. She looked at him sternly, then got off the bed and started crawling out of the room. Left alone with Lina Oliver sighed. She did have a point. They should see where this goes.

"Alright Lina," Oliver said, "We can keep going but it won't just be about your pleasure anymore. I can't help it. The idea of knocking you up is just so strong...I'm going to tie you into a pretzel and fill your little pussy until you can't handle any more." Lina seemed excited by his words. He was a little afraid of pushing her too hard when she couldn't tell him she was at her limit, but then again her other transformations might prevent her from ever saying no to him regardless. At least he didn't have to worry too much, Elastigirl meant he could do almost anything to her and her body would recover instantly. He pulled out a length of rope from her bag, "Alright, let's begin."

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Nat looked over at Eliza, "She’s been gone a while, hasn’t she? I asked her to be quick...I didn't realize her breast envy had limits."

Eliza didn't seem concerned, "Eliza suspects she encountered an even greater compulsion than the one you gave her. Namely, Oliver."

"Ohhh, duh. I totally forgot! You’re kind of a genius, huh?" Nat sighed and rattled his handcuffs, "Buuut if you were that smart, you’d have made sure she let us out before she left, wouldn’t you?

Eliza smiled at him, "Oh? You don't like being tied to me anymore? You'd better not lie when you aren't free to remove your underwear."

Nat sighed. Eliza was certainly right about that. Feeling like his panties were on fire but being unable to remove them would be horrible. Why exactly had he let Rachel tie them on like this?

He was currently on his knees, facing Eliza who was also on her knees. They were close. Really close. Their chests were squished into each other and their faces were practically touching. Both had their wrists tied together and held up above their heads. In fact it was a single rope which looped around the closet rod above that held both of them in place.

'Bonding time' Rachel had called it.

Eliza had gone along with it because, well, she tended to do whatever Rachel said. Nat had been convinced by Rachel's promise to erase the 'H Cups' written on his chest. Sure he could order her too erase it but he didn't want to get into a back and forth fight with her. After all she could order him around by grabbing his nipple chain regardless of his chest size.

The door opened and Rachel finally returned. From the cum dripping from her chin it was obvious that Eliza had been right.

"Aw my two perfect girlfriends are getting so close!" Rachel said gleefully.

"I'm not your girlfriend." Nat said. "I'm..."

Rachel set down the water and grabbed his chin, turning him to face her, "A man?" Rachel shook her head, "That's fine by me. I go both ways after all but..." She leaned forward and kissed him, then backed off, "You are definitely my adorable little girlfriend. Ha, well not so little right now," Rachel poked his chest.

Nat scowled, “Ha-ha, very funny. Also gross, you taste like..." Nat cringed. He could see Oliver's cum on her face. Indirectly he'd just...no. He shook his head. Better not think about it. "Whatever. Now be a doll and untie us before I start getting cranky.”

"Start?" Rachel said, but thankfully her hands were already moving to the ropes. As long as his chest was so much bigger than hers she would find it difficult to resist him. She finished untying the ropes around Eliza's wrists and then pulled it down from over the closet rod. Instead of untying Nat's wrists Rachel suddenly turned and kissed Eliza. Eliza kissed her back and then started trying to lick the cum off Rachel's face.

"Oh...my...God! That's..."

"Amazing right?" Rachel said. She turned to look at Nat, "Now we just need you to enjoy it too and the three of us can all enjoy sharing a man."

"Not going-" Nat started.

Rachel tugged the rope binding his wrists, forcing him off balance to fall towards her. Then she let go and grabbed the chain dangling between his nipples, "Shh. Do not speak for the next 30 minutes," The command etched itself into his brain. Damn chain, she'd totally negated his power over her. She smirked at him, "Don't worry, I'll give you something else to do with your mouth."

Before she could follow through on all the dirty thoughts swirling around her brain, there was a knock at the door. Rachel winked at him, then went to answer the door. There was Dylan, kneeling on the floor with tits even bigger than Nat.

Dylan pointed at her lips, then at Rachel's.

"Aw, I'm the lucky winner?" Rachel asked, "You want to kiss me?"

Dylan nodded.

"Alright," Rachel said. Dylan puckered her lips and tilted her head towards Rachel and waited. Rachel chuckled, "Whoa. Not so fast. Aren't you going to buy me dinner or something?"

Dylan frowned and waited.

"Rach," Eliza chided from behind her, "Don't be mean."

"Oh fine," Rachel knelt down in front of Dylan. She grabbed the back of Dylan's hair and pulled her in for a very, very long kiss. When she finally pulled back, Dylan looked stunned, "Too bad you still can't speak to us. Anyway unless you want to join..."

Dylan shook her head and crawled away.

"No where was I?" Rachel ask, turning to her girlfriends, "Right. Sex!"

Nat shook his head and tried pointing at the writing on his chest.

"Sorry I don't understand you." Rachel smirked.

"You did promise you'd erase it." Eliza reminded her.

"Oh fine!" Rachel grabbed the end of the rope attached to his wrists and tugged him to his feet, "To the shower! Eliza, bring the baby oil!" When Nat made a face Rachel just smiled, "What? How else am I going to get that marker off?"

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"Wow, like, um Master...dis too much. Please like...order your other bitches to help."

"Other bitches?" Oliver asked.

"Ya. Totes," Lina said, "Get nude bitch to make you, like, breakfast. Get dude bitch to make you um...coffee. Get vampire bitch to..." Lina trailed off, "Oh, help with laundry. And get angel bitch to suck your dick. Wait. No. Get dis bitch," She pointed at herself, "To suck cock and angel bitch can....um...what was left? Nevermind. Just use your bitches please!"

Oliver shook his head, "I'm not going to...No. I shouldn't have even asked you to clean my room. I'm sorry."

"Nah don't be like sorry Master. I like, want to. Makes me wet. Totes sorry for com-com...um..."

"Complaining?"

"What?" Lina said, sounding very confused, "Really though...tell vampire bitch to help me."

Oliver sighed, "I thought we talked about this...do you really have to call them bitches?"

"Sluts?" She said. She saw his face and tried again, "Hoes? Skanks? Slaves? Cunts? Master...don't like....tell me...cum dumpsters?"

"NO!" Oliver sighed, "Use their names!"

"Oh. K." Lina said casually, "I should get started then." She seemed to have lost track of her attempt to get help from the others and started stripping his bed. This cottage was great, but one thing it lacked was it's own on-site laundry. Oliver could have done it himself but Lina had seemed so eager...

Still he wasn't going to follow her suggestion and tell everyone else to help her. That would be wrong. Very wrong.

Lina sang quietly to herself as she worked. She was very happy. She was wearing a sexy maid uniform. She'd had lots and lots of orgasms today. And best of all her Master had actually ordered her to do something he didn't want to do. He was breaking. She'd make a proper dom out of him yet.

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Nat saw Oliver come out of his room. Still naked, he awkwardly looked away, "Oh hi Oliver. Can I get you a coffee?"

"Uh, thanks."

Nat went to the kitchen to grab him a cup, "How breakfast coming Dylan? Need any help?"

Dylan smiled and him and gave him a thumbs down.

"Alright. Let us...or Oliver know if you do." He filled Oliver's mug and set it down at the table for him.

A few minutes later Lina came out of Oliver's room with all his sheets in a basket.

"Oh, doing laundry?" Rachel asked, "I will help. I actually wanted to wash our sheets too but I need permission to enter the laundry building."

Lina's eyes gleamed, "Wow like thanks!" Even without Oliver's orders it seemed like everyone was carrying through with her plan. The only one left was...

"Oliver. Could Eliza trouble you to cum in Eliza's coffee? Eliza tried some off Rachel's face and it was just so delicious..."

Oliver's jaw dropped. "Not you too..."