Sideplot Vicky's Surrender

Vicky sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was gorgeous, there was no denying that. The gatcha game had taken a very plain woman and turned her into a bombshell. Some people might be happy with that but Vicky was just sad. The woman staring back at her was a stranger.

Before the game she had been flat as a board, pale as a ghost and naturally straight hair that was easily managed. The boobs...well they took some getting used to but eventually she decided the attention they got her wasn't all bad. At least those times when she was able to cover them up a little. Being black? That was harder to deal with. Nobody would ever believe she was the same person, she'd had to abandon her old life entirely. And the racism? Of course she'd never believed that she lived in a post-racist society, but she thought things weren't that bad. And she supposed they weren't...if your reference point was slavery. It was every day for her now. Most people were decent, but there were just enough racists to make every day a unique struggle.

Finally the hair. Looking at it now, truthfully she loved it. The only probably was the maintenance. Her old hair style she could basically forget about and wash and brush it whenever she felt like it. She couldn't do that anymore. It had taken her some time to find a hairstyle she liked, and of course it wasn't just keeping her hair in braids all the time. In her former life she'd never spent so much time trying to look good for a date.

That's right. She had a date tonight. With that guy she'd met during the cum bucket challenge. Raj. When they'd met before she'd been instantly turned off. The way he fetishized her race really disturbed her. Even afterwards, when she found out he was a player too, she just couldn't get over it. That is, until she played the game yesterday. She'd been given the choice of a swine card, a cow card, or interracial. Having dealt with cow already, and being terrible afraid of swine, she'd picked the interracial card. She had a feeling it wasn't a coincidence that it gave her a fetish for Indian men, or that Raj had asked her out shortly afterwards.

She finished applying her makeup and went to her bedroom. There in her closet were all of her nice dresses and she longingly ran her hand through them. Too bad she couldn't stomach wearing them. This fucking game had made all clothing uncomfortable against her skin. Maybe soon she'd be able to get rid of that one. She bent down and grabbed a pair of heels from the closet, then went to the door and put them on. She grabbed her purse and headed out.

Given her total nudity she didn't exactly want to meet in a busy restaurant. Some places were fine with it, but many were not. She'd actually suggested his place and he'd eagerly accepted. She smirked to herself, they were going to fuck anyway, why pretend otherwise? She was sure Raj was down, because well, he was a guy. And thanks to the gatcha game she was always DTF.

She enjoyed the walk over to his apartment, ignoring the various cat calls and slut shaming she received. She'd learnt to just tune them all out. She knocked on his door and was overjoyed to see his jaw hit the ground as he looked her up and down. "Come in." He said warmly.

Vicky walked into his apartment and set down her purse, "How are you doing?" She asked.

Raj flexed his biceps, "Fantastic! This gatcha game is the best thing that ever happened to me."

Vicky shook her head, "Men," Then she looked at him quizzically, "Isn't it only a matter of time before you get screwed? Like the rest of us?"

"Nope!" He shook his head, "I quit the game. No more changes for me."

Vicky's eyes went wide, "You...you did. How? So soon?"

He shrugged, "Got it in my first lootbox. I kept all my transformations, but they weren't so bad. But ya. I'm done." Vicky couldn't believe it. She'd been trying for so long and he just got off so easy. It wasn't fair. She felt a tear come to her eyes. Raj closed the distance between them in seconds and hugged her warmly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"No. It's ok. Just a little jealous. Let's move on. What's for dinner?"

Raj surprised her with quite the feast. Who knew he was such a good cook? Even their conversation flowed well and she managed to forget all her worries about the game. After they ate they both had the same thing in mind and Vicky found herself strutting over to him and placing a hand on his cock through his pants, "Whoa." She said. Quickly she pulled his pants down and saw his enormous cock spring free. "Holy fuck, that thing is huge!"

Raj laughed, "Thanks to the game." He looked nervous for a moment, "Um before things go further...I uh...contraceptives don't work for me."

Her eyes widened, "Oh..."

He looked at her sheepishly, "Ya...uh...One of my traits. Bull. I really...really want to knock you up. I might've already...not you, others. Before I knew about the trait. I barely have enough willpower to be honest with you now that I know."

She thought for a moment, "That's too bad...I was really looking forward to getting this inside me..." She rubbed her hands up and down his shaft. She thought carefully about her cycle..."Well...you can't get pregnant from anal."

Raj looked shocked and she laughed as she took in his surprise. It took quite a bit of lube and lots of patients to get that monster inside her, but it gave her pleasure in a way she'd never experienced before. It wasn't her first anal experience, the gatcha game had seen to that already, but it was by far her best. The two of them fucked all night until they fell asleep, and when they woke up they went straight back to it. By the time she left his place she could barely walk, it took her more than twice as long for the return trip.

She made it home just in time to play the game again. She swore as her options came in.

Two fucking swines! She shook her head. She just couldn't do this anymore. Day after day of making choices that just fucked up her life. She couldn't do it. She threw her phone away in disgust and buried her face in her pillow.

Eventually she felt something change in her body. In horror she looked down and saw two smaller breasts underneath her own. She ran to the bathroom and screamed. She had a pig nose. What the fuck?!

She found her phone and looked at it. She'd been punished with all three. Besides the pig features she'd squeal like a pig instead of moan, and her body now reacted positively to being pregnant. She looked at herself in the mirror and put her hand over her belly. Suddenly she regretted her interaction with Raj last night. She could be pregnant, full of life. All she had to do was go back to him.

She shifted her gaze back up to her new pig features and slumped against the wall. Her phone buzzed. She looked and saw it was the gatcha game. She clicked on the notification.

Feeling down? Want to quit? Special 1 time offer!

Remove any 2 traits and quit the game!

Sounds too good to be true? Well there is a catch!

Draw 1 rare submission card

Offer expires in 30 minutes!

Submission. Fuck. She was **** right now. The app knew it. She heard a noise and looked up. Maya was just getting home. Maya waved, "Hi...oh my God...what's happened?"

Vicky explained everything that had happened, and showed her the offer from the app. "I think I'm going to take it." Vicky said.

"Fuck no!" Maya said, "It's a trap. Totally. Remember you'll never be able to ditch that final card, and it's going to be a doozy. It's rigged."

Vicky nodded, "I know. I just...I can't. Look at me. I'm a freak. I can't keep doing this."

Maya touched her arm, "Yes. You can. We can do it together. One loot box and you can remove those extra tits. No big deal. We can still win this."

Vicky stared at the phone, "No. I'm taking it." Before Vicky could react she pushed the accept offer. Mentally she was able to reject both swine cards. Then she looked down at her final trait.

Submission (Rare)

****

As just like that her life as an independent woman was over. She knew in her core that she was a ****. A **** without an owner for now, but a **** nevertheless. The gatcha game dinged again. It thanked her for playing, the audacity. Then it gave her a list of all her remaining traits, with full descriptions. There were no surprises there except for the final card.

**** - Overwhelming desire to be owned and must quickly choose a Master. The Master will be bound to protect the **** and the **** will be bound to obey the Master.

"Vicky..." Maya said slowly.

Vicky already knew what she wanted. "Raj. Raj is my owner." Maya groaned but Vicky suddenly knew it was true. "I have to go see him."

Maya glared at her, "Was the sex really that good? Why?"

Vicky smiled, "I just think...he'll take good care of me," She rubbed her belly, "And our family."

Maya stared at her in shock as she got up and hurried t

o meet her owner.

Months later Vicky was walking through the forest with Raj. Her husband. Her Master. He'd insisted on marrying her. She obeyed of course, even if she felt like she didn't deserve it. They were here for a maternity shoot. Maybe it was her pregnancy trait, or she was just built for this, but she felt like she was glowing. She'd never been so happy.

Maya wasn't happy with her. She'd kicked her out so Raj could move in. Her apartment was bigger than his after all and they did have 6 babies on the way. Not all hers unfortunately. He'd managed to track down some of the flings he'd had before he discovered the truth about his bull trait. It was going to be...complicated...to say the least, but if anyone could manage it was her Master. The other baby mammas were a little uneasy with Vicky. Her constant nudity and unwavering obedience unnerved them a little, but it didn't bother her at all. She had her Master, and her baby in her belly. She was perfectly content.