The lengths one goes to

“That’s complete bullshit.” Talia complained, resting her now massive breasts on her knees. “Now I get two changes every time?” Her reward was looking less like a reward, now. What good was it to be able to select one hell if it was accompanied by one just as random as before? Sophie nodded with a wide smile, gesturing for Hank to take his turn.

He obliged cautiously, trying to still look somewhat assertive to calm Natalie. She was watching him, afraid. But she also had a sheer focus of study, committing to memory every detail she could about Hank to try and fight off what she assumed was the board’s mind control. She needed to try and ignore the illusions and remember the truth.

The die clattered across the board, sliding an inch as it stopped on four. It put him on a red square: number change. It was unfortunate that he had two punishments affecting him for this square. The first was his detriment, giving him the chance to have to receive two transformations on a red square. The second was his single-time punishment for failing the challenge, requiring him to roll 2d6 for the result.

He picked up the die, again, but caught Natalie’s confused expression. “It’s a detriment I have. From landing on a black square.” He explained. “When I land on red, I need to roll and get a five or six. Otherwise I count as landing on the square twice.” He dropped the die, heart sinking to see the single pip staring up at him. He’d have to draw two cards.

Natalie focused even harder on Hank as his hand pulled two cards from the category deck.

Body and Physique: Roll 2d6 (1d6+punishment die) and add it to relevant stat. Body and Presentation: Roll 2d6 (1d6+punishment die) and add it to relevant stat.

“That’s not right.” Hank looked to Sophie. “It’s an extra 1d6 on my next number change, not on all my number changes.”

Sophie chuckled, relishing in his pathetic attempts to outwit her. “You count as having landed on the square twice. Both changes happen simultaneously and thus count as your next change.”

Hank wanted to call bullshit, but figured he shouldn’t antagonize the witch. The dice split into four—a white pair and a black pair— and Hank cast them. The two whites came up as four and three for a total of seven. The black pair came up five and six for a total of eleven. His journal flashed and he was hyper aware of Natalie trying to read over his shoulder as he opened it.

Hair Length: 7 inches (+7) = 14

Penis Length: 6 inches (+11) = 17

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Hair Length: 14 inches
Penis Length: 17 inches

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Natalie blinked and Hank’s brown, wavy hair was suddenly tickling his shoulders. Hank hated long hair. Even coming in to see the shaggy mop on his head, she was surprised . “Ow!” He winced, suddenly laying back like a plank on the couch, trying to make his body as straight as possible for the long bulge straining against the pant leg.

“Lemme see!” Vera giggled. “We’re kinda like twins.” She gave a tap to her own bulge. Hank did not oblige her, jumping to his feet and quickly limping his way to the master bedroom. Seventeen inches was insane. Every man wanted a bigger penis, but there really was such a thing as too much. Especially crammed into his slacks.

As soon as the door was closed, he dropped his trousers and underpants, feeling the weight of the hefty club slap against his leg, drooping down below his knees. His balls, which had looked oversized, before, now looked undersized for the appendage. His heart beat hard in his chest as he stared at the new thing between his legs. It felt alien, foreign, and much heavier than he would have expected.

Vera did not wait for Hank’s return, grabbing the die almost as soon as he’d left, Natalie following closely behind him. Shaking the dice in her palm, Vera cast a glance to Talia, skulking as she flipped through the pages of her journal. “Talia, can I see your teats? I am your sex attendant after all.” Talia didn’t even frown, lifting her shirt over the flesh and rolling the hem to keep them visible. Vera smiled, but suddenly found herself studying them and remembering that she’d need to massage them soon to promote the lactation that was so central to Talia’s sex life. What else changed about Talia’s sex life, she wondered, throwing the die.

It also landed on four, pushing her piece onto the seventh square on the board: a white one—wild.

Wild: Draw one Reward and one Detriment

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Disappointed that it wasn’t an actual transformation, Vera quickly snatched up two cards.

Reward: You cannot be prevented from performing the duties of your job, nor can you ever be fired.

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Vera gave a glance back over at Talia’s massive breasts. Now was as good a time as ever to test her new reward, such that it was. She didn’t even try to ask, just standing up and walking over to Talia, taking her place behind her on the couch. By the time Talia pulled herself out of her journal enough to realize Vera was approaching her, the other woman was already reaching around to grope her firm and swollen breasts.

Both women were equally surprised. Vera was surprised at how her hands guided themselves, firmly but tenderly squeezing the breasts towards the nipples, gently pinching them and then resetting the motion. It was the same ease with which she might shift gears in her car—a practiced and mindless exercise she could perform by instinct alone.

Talia was surprised by the touch itself! Vera was molesting her! And Talia’s body seemed unable or unwilling to resist. She couldn’t rip Vera’s hands away, she couldn’t even roll her body off the couch and out of reach. Her mouth couldn’t even form the word “stop”. “W-why?” Talia did manage to say.

“It’s her job.” Sophie giggled. “You and Vera created a schedule and a regimen of supplements to promote lactation, which she’s beholden to as part of her contract.”

“Then I’ll…” Why couldn’t she say it? Why couldn’t she stop this? “I want to fire her.”

“But you won’t.” Sophie said. Talia knew she was right. Despite the violating touch, she somehow couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“C-can I renegotiate, sweetie?” Talia offered, looking up behind her at Vera. “I don’t want to lactate anymore, babygirl.”

Vera’s voice was caught in her throat as she realized that she was powerless to stop herself from continuing the message. She couldn’t pull her hands away. Talia whined, a jet of white milk suddenly spraying from each nipple, filling Vera with a numb satisfaction.

“Vera’s just realizing that nothing can keep her from doing her job. Not even herself.”

Vera sucked in a deep breath, trying to accept Talia’s offer. But somehow she knew she couldn’t. It wasn’t up to her. “Y-you have to talk with my boss…” She said.

Sophie laughed, satisfied. The lactation was actually one of the primary duties of Vera’s position, integral to her contract. It would take more than an order to undo it.

***

There were three gentle knocks on the door as Hank took deep breaths, unable to look away from the monster between his legs. Ignoring the hair dropping to his shoulder entirely, his penis wobbled heavily between his legs.

“Hank?” Natalie’s voice gently prodded from the other side of the door. Hank still had no words to respond, hand grabbing near the base and marveling at the heft he felt just lifting it. “Hank, can I come in?”

The question snapped him back to some sort of sense and he hobbled over to his dresser, holding his penis up to keep it from slapping against his knees. “J-just a minute.” He answered, opening a drawer in search of sweatpants. Finally finding a pair, he slid them on, though the baggy grey fabric did nothing the hide the shape Underneath. Somehow it made it seem larger, even.

Soft, the appendage wasn’t fitting inside a woman. Hard was an equally doubtful endeavor. Hank would never know sex. Suffering from over endowment, ironically, sealed his virginity in equal parts to his self loathing.

He opened the door and saw Natalie holding the neck of her shirt open, signaling for his eyes to go to their proper place. Her eyes also drifted. “Oh.” She gasped, seeing the bulge in his pants. It was a monster! They couldn’t have sex like this, it’d kill her. But she wasn’t going to say anything about that and risk it causing him to start trying to get it from a woman more adventurous and loose than her. Again.

She blinked her eyes. It wasn’t real, anyway. His penis was its perfectly normal size, she reminded herself. The game just made them think it wasn’t. No more real than her abs.

She knew Hank wasn’t celebrating the change. His oversized testicles, the envy of all men, had always been a huge insecurity for hank. She could only imagine the image issues he was having with two inflated organs. He wasn’t like most men.

Hank looked to the floor, tilting his hips away in embarrassment. “It’s ok.” Natalie assured him, though he didn’t seem to find any comfort. To him this wasn’t just an illusion. He thought it was real.

“We, uh…” He pointed to the door. “We should get back.”

Natalie grabbed his shoulder and gently rubbed it with her thumb, a motion that always used to comfort him. But now he tensed up. He’d forgotten her. Their relationship. No, he was down there, hidden under the illusion. Though the touch didn’t comfort the Hank in front of her, she continued anyways, to comfort the Hank trapped inside.

She lead him by the hand back to the living room, both stunned by the sight in front of them. Talia’s engorged breasts spraying streams of milk from erect nipples, face flush with arousal. Much as how Talia’s body was now conditioned to lactate, it was also having a pavlovian response of arousal as Vera pulled her hands away, leaving her breasts to bead and dribble milk. In this new reality, Talia usually had sex at this point of the routine. Though consciously, Talia was baffled by the heat between her legs.

“Put those away, skank.” Natalie reflexively tried to cover Hank’s eyes as he felt a lazy twitch from his penis. It barely moved despite the arousing sight, indicating just how much harder the beast between his legs would be to manage.

Sophie grinned. “Oh, Vera was just sticking to their regimen. Don’t mind Talia, she’s just a little flushed because normally she’d be breastfeeding Hank and fucking him by now.”

Natalie was stunned into silence and fury. “Don’t listen to her, honey.” Talia cursed her instinct to comfort and mommy the grown woman.

Just an illusion. Natalie flexed her fists. Talia had always been a condescending bitch with a mother complex. “It’s your turn.” Sophie indicated to the die.

“But I already went.” Natalie looked to Hank, confused.

Hank squeezed his eyes shut, wincing. “On your first turn, you play twice. Draw a card at the start of the round, then roll and move on your actual turn.”

“So I’m gonna change again?” She took deep breaths to ground herself.

“If you believe in that sort of thing.” Sophie taunted, holding the die out with an extended hand. Not wishing to delay any longer, Natalie stomped over, snatched the cube from Sophie’s hand, and tossed it at the board. Four.

“The black squares are bad.” Hank explained as her pawn moved itself. “They change how you play the game.” The Category Cage sprung open and Natalie drew the black card.

DETRIMENT: Each round when rolling for movement, you may only move a maximum number of spaces equal to the number of minutes you spent sexually stimulating another player during the course of that round, regardless of the die roll. If no minutes are spent, then you may move no spaces.