Try one more hint

Matt surveys all the copies of Stacy in his sight, doing a full 360 scan of the casino floor. The real Stacy makes sure to act normal and pretends to chatter away to the futa Stacy in front of her as his eyes pass over her.

"It's no use. I have no idea how to find the right one." Matt admits out loud.

He moves one table over and approaches the Croupier Stacy there.

"Hello, Sunshine." The croupier says flirtatiously, in Stacy's voice.

"Um, can I please, um, eurgh." That's all Matt can bring himself to say. He settles for just pointing at the coupier's foot-long penis.

"Sure thing, hun!" Croupier Stacy replies happily. But she doesn't make a move to help at all.

Matt is **** to do the work of living Croupier Stacy's skirt and putting his hand around her cock all on his own.

"This is so wrong!" Matt complains, as he starts to work her shaft with his hand.

The real Stacy feels some pity and some vindictive joy in watching the man who had kept her on her knees nuzzling on his genitals for so long, now at the other end of an unwelcome penis.

"Use both hands!" Croupier Stacy croons, still refusing to do any work herself.

"Ugh." Matt keeps his eyes closed as he brings his second hand over to properly masturbate the oversized rod.

It takes longer, perhaps around a minute, before the second Croupier Stacy reachers her peak, shooting her massive wad in a messy arc that paints a large area with sticky goo.

I am never going to get used to hearing my own over-the-top screaming orgasm like this. Stacy thinks to herself. Still, she just counts her blessings that she doesn't have to do any of the dirty work right now. Her only task is to avoid bringing attention to herself, while tolerating the feeling of several inches of thick dildo stuffed up inside her pussy.

It could be worse.

Croupier Stacy loudly sighs with happiness before speaking. "Okay, here's a really useful tip. The real Stacy has been given an object to help her blend in. Can you guess what it is?"

"...A fake dick?" Matt guesses, with barely a moment's pause. Damn, that was a good clue. But he only has 30 minutes, to be fair.

"Right then, time to find that fake dick!" Matthew announces, and strides towards the nearest Futa Stacy whose dick is concealed by her clothes - a Stacy wearing a T-shirt and jeans.

"May I?" Matthew asks as he begins to unbutton this Stacy's jeans, in order to confirm the validity of her cock.

"Of course!" Futa Jeans Stacy replies in a cheerful voice, followed by an excited giggle as Matt begins to pull them down.

Futa Jeans Stacy's giant wang springs up as soon as it's free. As it does, the Stacy apparently experiences a powerful spontaneous orgasm. "Oh YES! Thank you for choosing me!"

The oversized futa dick swings around as it fires off its inhuman payload, hosing down a couple of other Stacy clones in the firing line, and with two powerful jets smashing into Matt himself before he can dive for cover.

"YUCK YUCK YUCK! GROSS!" He complains at the top of his voice, shielding his face with his hands as he leaps to the side to prevent any further stray ropes from finding him in their path. His lovely smart suit is now splattered with comical amounts of warm thick spunk.

"Is this going to happen every time I check a cock?" Matt complains, but he's already moving onto a Stacy wearing a long ballgown not-too-dissimilar from the one Stacy was wearing before the game started.

As soon as he lifts her skirt to expose the tip of her penis, she shrieks in ecstacy and cums buckets onto the ground between her feet. Matt yelps and leaps backwards as some splashes onto his previously shiny shoes.

It certainly would seem that way. Stacy chuckles to herself.