Sophie’s choice

“Yoga?” Talia pinched her nose. “Round one, I get two-thousand rapes but she gets yoga?” She was struck by the absurdity of it all as Natalie kept pawing at different parts of her body experimentally. Did the game exist just to **** Talia, alone?

Hank had an involuntary reaction to her use of the word ****. Strictly speaking, he supposed it was true, but it wasn’t like it was his will, either. Though she hadn’t said anything, he had the impression that she saw whatever sexual relationship they had in this reality as something only she was a victim of. In a way he was correct. Talia did believe Hank was a victim of this in the same way that she was. But unconsciously and in a way she might have tried to examine and scrutinize, she felt him to be a much lesser victim than she was because he was a man.

Under less stress, when the smoke of it settled, she would likely sit down and come to consciously realize this and try to deconstruct it. But for now, she felt a horrid, disgusted feeling whenever she looked at Hank. All of that mixed with a condescending motherly urge to try and absolve him of his responsibility. It was easier to just lay into her anger at him to stave off the urges she felt to hold him to her chest and coo into his ear.

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Well, I scaled things back a bit so my boss doesn’t wig out about another suicide attempt.”

Natalie marveled at her legs and hands, standing with a much greater degree of ease than she had ever had. Before the break up she’d been in decent enough shape, but this was beyond even that. “It feels so… real.” She muttered aloud, walking off to the bathroom to try and see the rest of her body.

Talia, sick of the waiting and knowing that this was only round two of a minimum of five. It was already three o’clock and she still needed to eat something. She scooped the die—its twin having disappeared at some unseen point.

“Wait, Mommy.” Hank nervously interrupted, fearing the glare that followed from her. “Sorry, just, Natalie. We should wait for Natalie.”

Talia scowled at the notion. Natalie had tried to **** her, insulted her, and forcibly disrobed her. Talia could understand heartbreak. The things she wanted to do to Sarah were unspeakable. But surely Natalie could see that this situation was more complicated than Talia fucking her boyfriend. But Natalie didn’t seem to be capable of reason, shooting Talia **** beams from her eyes instead of just trying to talk. She knew this was all magic. She’d accepted that it was all magic. So why couldn’t she just put everything aside?

“Hank, we have three more rounds after this. Maybe four.” Talia argued back. “If we finish up soon, I can go to the store and make everyone some food, ok?” She said, heart fluttering at the prospect of cooking for everyone. It was like twirling the Q-tip around.

“But we said we’d play with everyone present—“

“Let mommy take her turn.” Sophie pouted, mocking Hank. The one upside to this assignment for her was being able to watch her handiwork first hand. This was what magic was supposed to do to people. It was supposed to distress them and disturb them. It was why she became a witch in the first place.

Talia, despite the unease that came from having the backing of the terrible witch they all had been trying to forget was present, tossed the die at the table in defiance of Hank’s meek protest. When it came up as a six, she had initially rejoiced, pumping her arm. Her excitement faded when the die shone orange, revising its result to five, then again to four, thanks to her two Detriments affecting her dice rolls.

However, she did still have cause for celebration. While the roll did put her on a letter change, which triggered her yellow piece effect and would use her banked punishment of adding a consonant, it did put her on yet another ladder space. One that climbed to space seventy-seven. She’d have to eat another mega detriment, but she could theoretically be done with the game in just a few more turns.

“I’m going up the ladder.” Talia declared as her piece scraped to the square she’d landed on. Sophie smiled sinisterly in response, chuckling with languid satisfaction.

“Naturally.” Sophie said through her grin, eyes twinkling as she watched the piece begin to slide across the diagonal path of the ladder.

Even despite knowing that taking the ladder was the objectively best move, Talia couldn’t help but doubt her choice seeing all the smugness it sparked within Sophie. She’s just trying to psyche me out.

The piece came to a stop at the black square atop the ladder. The Category Deck cage sprung open, inviting Talia to draw her life altering cards.

Body and habits
Roll 1d26 two times (1d26 space effect, 1d26 piece effect) to determine new letters. Use selected letters to add/subtract/replace letters in up to two selected categories. Roll 1d21 to determine consonant (banked challenge fail punishment). Add consonant to one selected category.

“I don’t understand any of this.” Talia groaned. “What is… this is all nonsense.” She dropped the card onto the table, Hank swooping in to read the card, though Sophie was already beginning to explain.

“It’s simple, really. The dice are going to choose your letters. Then you’ll be given your possible changes. You can either change two letters from one category or one letter from two. Then, because you have a consonant banked from the challenge you failed, earlier, you’ll be given another set of categories to choose from to add that letter to.” Sophie explained, only slightly more coherent than the card had been. Hank nodded along in understanding, though Talia still didn’t quite understand.

Vera, bored, sat on the couch with her hand passively tapping her oversized clit through the crotch of her pants. She just wanted to get to her turn. If she couldn’t just exit life like she’d planned to, then she figured she may as well get to ripping it apart.

The die on the table began to shake, splitting as before, into three identical shapes. However the dice now on the board were more circular with their additional twenty faces. Instead of numbers, letters marked each of the new faces. Talia reached over, picked up the dice and threw them.

The two twenty-six sided dice came up as ‘N’ and ‘E’, while the smaller twenty-one sided die came up with ‘K’. Then, in too familiar a sight, her notebook began to glow.

Number of friends Talia has “N”ever breastfed: 0

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Talia doesn’t like covering up her t“E”ats, but does so for work. However, she will gladly show them off if they come up in conversation or if someone asks.

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Talia hasn’t dated any of her adult female students, in accordance with H.“E”R. policies.

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None of the options seemed particularly good. The last one seemed to even rely on olde english with ‘hast’. She would need to select between them, but really the choice was binary. She either took the first two, or she only took the last one.

The first prompt was absolutely disgusting, but it only modified her past. It didn’t affect her behavior, her thoughts or feelings. It wasn’t real. And after she wished the game away she won’t even be burdened by the memory of it happening. It was an unpleasantness she would never need experience and so wasn’t too bad considering.

The second prompt was much worse. She hadn’t even really been conscious of how she behaved with her small tattoos on either ankle. It had been annoying always having to wear long pants or tall socks just to cover her ankles for the little matching stars she got with her mother and the small music note on the opposite. And, indeed, she did, upon reflection, gladly pull up the leg of her pants, roll down her socks, and show whoever she was talking to her little inks whenever the topic of tattoos came up. After such change, that fun little quirk of hers would be decidedly different, indeed. Did humans even have teats, she wondered? She certainly knew that the game was referring to her breasts, but ‘teats’ made her think of things more akin to udders. Would the game transform her? Give her cow or goat teats that she couldn’t help but lavish with the attention of others? Would she be so annoyed in covering them?

Option three, then, may have seemed obvious. All it did was change her past. She wasn’t a teacher anymore. She wouldn’t remember any of it. And after her wish, the world wouldn’t remember it, either. All it was was words on paper. Wasn’t it? Yet it still felt so wrong. What would dating ‘any’ of her adult students have looked like? All of them? Random ones? Would they, like Natalie, become involved in the game? She couldn’t bear the thought of any of her students getting roped into this, and yet…

The word ‘teats’ scared her. She didn’t want to have her behavior changed, and it scared her that the word didn’t feel human to her. It felt demeaning, objectifying. Not to mention it being combined with breastfeeding her friends making it seem even more animalistic.

Nobody would remember. At most she’d spend a few days with everyone thinking that she was a pervert who groomed students. It was all just theoretical. It wasn’t real.

But she couldn’t do it. Even if it was temporary, even if it wasn’t real, she couldn’t stand such a thing to be said about her. She selected the top two options.

Number of friends Talia has never breastfed: 0

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Talia doesn’t like covering up her teats, but does so for work. However, she will gladly show them off if they come up in conversation or if someone asks.

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To her dismay, her book flashed again, prompting her to turn the page. She still had the letter ‘K’ she needed to use.

Bra size: 32 B “K”

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Talia m”K”isses Sarah Stevenson for hours every day.

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Talia fantasizes often about the time she f“K”illed Sarah Stevenson with a strap-on.

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Talia’s heart twisted into knots at her options. The final option she knew she couldn’t take. Not just because of the implicated past of ****, but because she knew how often she secretly fantasized about that night. She didn’t want to start relishing multiple times a day about the perverse **** she never committed.

The second option was just going to get Sarah roped into the game. While Talia did miss Sarah and their relationship greatly, she also couldn’t bear for Sarah to see her like this. Even if it meant Sarah getting the perverted punishments she deserved after what she did. Or worse, Talia would be **** to somehow convince Sarah to make out with her despite being hours away, which would naturally result in Talia getting punished for failing a quota.

So that left only the top option. K-Cup breasts…

The weight was instantly noticeable, nearly pulling her to the floor chest first had she not been sitting. Her yellow sweater, which had fit somewhat loose, now stretched against her chest. She was somewhat glad to have forwent her bra, knowing that it would have been painful to have exploded on her body.

While Vera giggled, Talia’s hand experimentally slid under her sweater to feel the warm, oversized addition to her body. She knew she should be upset, or scared, or any number of things. Yet, she was almost excited. After all, bigger teats were much easier to show off.

“Wow…” Slipped out of her lips as she let her hand slide out from her sweater.

“Hey, Talia?” Vera asked from her seat. “Can we see them?”

No, of course not! “Absolutely!” Talia lifted the bottom of her shirt to expose her new breasts. The pink nipples were pale, puffy, and ghostly, sitting low on the breast. They were natural, according to her biography. She grew them quickly and developed a lactation condition, which became a fun party trick. Drunk friends would be dared to suckle from her, which eventually all her friends did. Even her work friends at one point.

“Why are you laughing? These are important to me.” Talia scolded Vera, dropping her hand, lazily allowing the sweater to fall back over her chest, though she wasn’t in a particular hurry to cover it deliberately.

From the hallway, Natalie gasped, having caught the tail end of Talia’s display. The illusion worked on other people, too, it seemed. Was that why Natalie remembered Talia’s eyes being an unnatural neon blue?

“She got bigger boobs.” Hank quickly filled her in. “And a love of showing them off.”

Natalie nodded. “Fitting.”

Talia reached over for the card she dreaded most: her upgraded detriment now that she was atop the ladder.

Detriment: SOPHIE’S CHOICE When given three alteration options to choose from, Sophie will select an additional alteration from the two you did not select and apply it to you.

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