The Game Ends

“You s-sure you don’t want to use me too? My mouth, cock, a-and tits are still available.” Eliza asked as she bounced on James’ dick.

Sophia blushed. “No, I’m fine, thank you. Let’s just get on with it.” It didn’t help that she could tell Eliza didn’t actually feel any lust for her. She was just asking out of obligation.

“I-it’s just weird that you’re naked but d-don’t want to use me at all? Are you a n-nudist now?”

James coughed from under Eliza. “Right, so we never really discussed who we’d let win the game…”

Sophia shrugged. “Eh. It’s definitely you. I ended up having to hide away all of yesterday anyway. I practically quit 24 hours ago. I concede.”

Despite the clear day, a crack of thunder rumbled through the room. For James and Sophia nothing changed. For Eliza, everything did.

“EEEE!” She squealed. “O-oh my god! J-James??” She lifted herself off of the cock and sat beside him, using her hands to feebly cover her genitals and still-expanded breasts. Though the mental effects of the game were lifted their bodies were still transformed.

Her eyes burned with tears. Her face flushed hotter than she had ever felt. She wanted to vomit as she recalled the events of the last few days. But more than anything else… “h-holy shit. That’s so f-fucking hot…” she recalled the sheer number of times she had been made to have sex, without it even registering. Her boss. Her coworkers. Strangers. Even her friends.

“Eliza? How are you feeling?” James meant to reassure her, but the hand that automatically found her plump backside probably didn’t have that effect.

“… can we p-play again soon?”