Break 2

Camille opened her eyes. Her head was pounding. Just how much had she and Andrea drunk last night? She slowly sat up, letting the sheets fall off her body as she tried to stabilize herself. She opened her eyes but immediately shut them. It was far too bright and it made the pounding in her head even worse. Slowly she opened them again, blinking rapidly to adjust.

With no small amount of effort she pushed herself to standing. It was then she realized two things.

1) She was naked.

2) She was not in her own home.

She turned around and saw the sleeping form of Andrea in the bed she'd just left. Flashes of last night went through her head. Glass after glass of **** and then...touching...kissing...more?

Her hand drifted down and touched her thighs. They felt...sticky. She'd only been gay for a day and already slept with a woman? Is that what happened? She shook off those thoughts and hurried to the bathroom. She'd evidently had a lot to drink last night and desperately needed to pee.

By the time she left Andrea was sitting up in bed, also nude.

"Hi." Andrea said sheepishly.

"Hi." Camille said back.

"So...." She grinned, "Last night was...wow!"

Camille blushed, "What exactly happened? My memory is...fuzzy."

"Oh damn, really? Shit, you must be hungover too." Andrea jumped out of bed and hurried to her kitchen. She filled a glass of water and brought it to Camille, "Here, have some water. Do you want me to cook you breakfast? I can do eggs and toast."

Camille nodded, "You are not hungover?"

"Nope! I think since I got 6 hours sleep I'm fully rested, which means no hangover! I feel GREAT!" She saw Camille flinched and cringed, "Oh sorry. I'll be quiet. Have a seat and I'll get breakfast going."

Andrea clearly wasn't bothered by her nudity anymore. Or at least not with just Camille around. Camille looked around for her clothes but ended up just grabbing a blanket to wrap around herself. She took a seat on a stool in the kitchen.

"So you asked about last night," Andrea said as she started to cook, "Well we drank. A lot. Then we fucked. That's pretty much it."

"So we...we did..." Camille said.

"Oh ya. I've always thought you were hot but never knew you thought I was too. Or, I suppose you didn't under you had your sexuality switched around. Long story short we're both horny drunks and we just kind of started making out and things progressed from there."

"I see...I'm sorry..."

"Don't apologize. Geez. I'm not going to ask you to take responsibility or anything. It was just too friends, blowing off steam. The game is stressful right? We deserved a little fun. It was just a one night stand...though I'm down to do it again. You're pretty good with that tongue for a newbie."

"Do it again..." Camille repeated.

"Not now silly, you have work don't you? But yeah I make a terrible girlfriend but a good fuckbuddy so, we'll see what happens. Here, eat up." She put a plate down in front of Camille.

Camille smiled at her, "Thanks."

Camille ate quickly, she didn't have much time if she wanted to be to work on time. She had to borrow clothes from Andrea again and so felt rather undressed as she hurried into work. The second she arrived though, she wondered if she was perhaps overdressed.

"James...where is your shirt?" She asked the young man as he walked by.

"Oh hey Madame Rousseau, didn't you see the memo from my dad? Today is Casual Friday."

"Casual usually doesn't mean topless James."

"Well you-" Before James could finish another employee came out of the back and they both turned to look at her.

"Oh hi Madame Rousseau!" Cindy said, "Oh, did you see the memo?"

Camille couldn't help but stare. After all, like James Cindy was also topless.

"I'll go do that now, excuse me." She left them and hurried up to her office.

She clicked on the email and read it quickly.

Attention all staff. New dress code effective immediately.
Male employees must wear dark coloured shorts or slacks. All tops, when worn, must be sleeveless
Female employees must wear dark coloured skirts or dresses which are no longer than above the knee. All tops, when worn, must be sleeveless
Underwear is optional.
On Fridays for a more casual look employees are strongly encourage to go topless regardless of gender.

"That...that can't be legal..." She muttered to herself.

There was a knock on her office and Cindy poked her head in, "Hi Madame Rousseau, do you have a second?"

She nodded, "Yes, come on in."

Cindy entered and shut the door behind her. She looked nervous.

"Um...well...I saw you staring at my tits downstairs."

Camille thought she was about to be blackmailed or something, "Well I was just surprised..."

"Oh, is that it? Cause I wanted to know if you wanted to suck on them."

"What?"

"My tits. Do you want to suck on them?" Cindy asked, "James said I have really nice tits but I'm just really turned on by your accent."

"I..." Camille blushed. What the hell? Was this the sluttification of staff or whatever it was? "I'm sorry, as your superior it just wouldn't be right."

"Oh...ok..." Cindy looked very disappointed, "Well...here..." She put a sticky note on Camille's desk, "My number. If you ever want to, you know, hook up."

She quickly left Camille's office.

"What the hell?" Camille said to herself.

---

It turns out edging was harder than he thought it would be. He kept rubbing himself and getting closer and closer to the edge, but he just couldn't stop himself. He'd cum, and feel compelled to start all over again. Thanks to his bigger is better transformation he didn't seem to run out of stamina. He was up all night masturbating before finally going to bed unsatisfied.

It wasn't any easier in the morning, but after a very long shower he succeeded, although it took him a long time to get soft enough to get dressed properly afterwards.

Then he headed out in his car to a local coffee shop. He stopped there almost everyday. He tapped his bank card to pay and...

"I'm sorry sir, it's been declined."

"Declined? It's $5? Fuck...Andrea..." He grumbled but switched to his credit card.

"Sorry that was declined too."

"Fuck." Did switching bank accounts switch their credit too? Fuck. He scrambled around in his pockets, "Ah, here." He found a $10 bill and finally paid.

He was going to have to do something. Soon. His mortgage was due soon and he couldn't afford it on Andrea's salary. He'd have to get her to agree to pay it.

He made it to work a little grumpier than usual, but on time. Still he saw his boss making a beeline for him immediately. Shit, do not call her Boss Bitch.

"Miles." She said briefly.

Do not call her boss bitch. Do not call her boss bitch. Do not..."Hey Bitch!" Miles said cheerfully.

"What did you call me?"

"I mean, Boss Bitch."

"Miles, if you think this is funny..."

"No. I don't. I'm sorry. I mean..."

"You're a good kid. Normally. I'll give you a break this time, but go home. You're obviously losing it. Take a sick day. Make it a long weekend. On Monday though...call me bitch one more time and it's the last time you'll ever speak to me, understand?"

"Yes B-Ma'am!" He managed.

"Good. Now go."

So Miles turned around and headed back home. Sure he had a long weekend now, but was he doomed to be fired on Monday?

---

David slowly opened his eyes, but kept his gaze straight ahead as he did so. He stared into the mirror. The face looking back at him was so foreign to him he gasped. This wasn't the first time he'd seen his new appearance, but it was the first time he truly looked.

He raised a hand and touched his cheek. It was soft, delicate, impossibly smooth. His cheekbones sat higher than he remembered, his jawline tapering in a graceful slope instead of the blunt edges he’d lived with for decades. His nose was smaller too, thinner, less prominent. He ran a finger along his lips. They were fuller, softer now, almost inviting to be kissed.

Dropping his hand he took in the huge volume of hair he had now. He'd kept it short all his life, he never imaged having so much, nor having such a bright, vibrant colour. He reached up and ran his hand through his hair, it was like silk despite his lack of hair care since his transformation. Still he really would have to wash it today. He wasn't exactly looking forward to that.

He finally let his gaze droop. The curve of his neck. The narrow slope of his shoulders. He hadn't been a very buff guy, but it was still shocking to see his thin delicate arms now. He lifted his arms, brought them to his chest. His breasts. He still couldn't believe it, he had breasts. He cupped them gently, feeling a slight tingle down his spine. He moved his thumb just above his nipple but stopped and let go of them. He was afraid of getting turned on, and he wasn't ready for that yet.

His hands traced down the sides of his body. Instead of his straight sides he now had a waist that flared in and wide hips. Then, finally, he looked between his legs.

David had never been the most confident guy. He'd felt he was a little weird, a little awkward. Not at all handsome. But he'd never lack confidence in a certain area. He'd seen enough porn to know that his cock was actually rather impressive. The few partners he'd had over the years had all agreed. If he could make it far enough to get a woman into bed they'd never had any complaints there.

Except now it was gone. His pubic hair obscured his view a little but there was no mistaking it for anything else. He had a vulva, and of course a vagina, even a uterus. Oh God, he just realized he would have a period at some point.

He turned away from the mirror. It was just too much. Why couldn't the game have given him a cute girlfriend instead of making him into one?

He was suddenly distracted from his pity party by his phone ringing. He hurried over and answered, "Hello?"

"Hi Dove," Daria had trouble calling him David it seemed and kept switching to Dove even when they were alone, "Can I enter my bathroom? I've already knocked."

"Yes." David said, slightly annoyed. He had told her to call him at anytime for help, and he knew she had ****, but he was still upset about his own changes and wasn't happy for the interruption.

"Thanks. I'm really sorry about this. Are..." She hesitated for a moment, "Are you sure you won't move in? I know I'm asking a lot but I swear I'm a good roommate. My place is nicer anyway and I won't charge you rent."

After he'd dropped Daria off last night she'd made the same offer. He'd rejected her then, and he couldn't see himself agreeing now. Or at least, not yet. Daria was a nice girl. She was his friend. He imagined she really would be a good roommate. He apartment was always sparkling clean, and as a digital freelancer he didn't have an office to commute too. He'd said no for one specific reason. Breakfast in Bed. He just wasn't ready for that. Experiencing pleasure as a woman...that would make it feel all too real.

"I'm sorry...not...not yet." David said.

"I understand. Well since I have you on the phone, about the plan we made last night. What should I do if Ted doesn't answer?"

Daria had spent her first night with Andrea, but she was afraid to make it an everyday thing so she'd gone home. Except she still needed to give oral to someone in the morning. David had excluded himself, so after some leading questions he'd decided on her neighbour Ted as her target.

"Well you don't want to be late for work...I guess just go about your day and let it happen."

There was silence for a moment, then she spoke, "Ok. Thanks. I understand. Well I should get going then, bye."

"Bye."

David hung up the phone and sighed. He hated having to make decisions for her. Yes Woman made it even harder because he couldn't ask her questions to find out what she actually wanted.

He looked over at the shower. Well, he couldn't put it off forever. This was already the longest he'd spent nude. This was his body, he would have to start taking care of it.

---

Andrea looked up as the door opened. Time to shine, she thought to herself.

"Good morning, welcome to Blush, can I help you find anything?"

The woman sighed, as if annoyed by their interaction already, "Yes, I suppose so. I'm having dinner with some old friends from University and I need an outfit to impress," The woman looked Andrea up and down reproachfully, "Something classy you understand, I don't need my nipples showing thank you very much."

Andrea noticed the woman staring at her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra, of course, and she'd picked a rather thin top today that showed off her cleavage. Instead of feeling shame, her transformations made her feel a slight rush of pleasure at being so openly ogled, even if the woman wasn't actually checking her out.

"Of course, let me show you some options."

Andrea might have been dressing down, but she was good at her job. In no time at all she'd selected a number of outfit that would make her look stunning.

"Very well, I'll try these on." The woman took them and disappeared into the dressing room. A minute later she stepped out in the first outfit.

"Well, what do you think? I think this looks really good."

Andrea did too, it was a winner for sure, "It looks horrible on you." Andrea said earnestly. It took her a second to realize exactly what she'd said. Fuck, she'd forgotten that she couldn't agree with women.

"Oh, well...I'll try the next one."

She came out in another outfit. It was more daring than the first one, but still not scandalous by any means. Just a bit more shoulder and a high slit showing off her thigh. "I think this is too much skin." The woman complained.

Andrea disagreed, it looked even better than the first outfit. Thankfully she was able to say it, "No, not at all. You look great."

"Hmm...I'm not sure. I'll try the next one."

The next outfit was one the woman insisted on trying herself, even though Andrea had recommended against it.

"I think it looks slimming, don't you?" The woman asked.

"No, it makes you look big." Andrea said. She cringed at her own statement and desperately tried to cover, "I mean you have a wonderful figure already. See how there is some extra fabric here? It makes it seems like you are bigger than you really are. The last outfit was much better at emphasizing your body. You shouldn't be ashamed, you must work really hard to look that good."

The woman slowly nodded, "I do work hard...alright. I'll get the second outfit then."

Andrea breathed a sigh of relief as she cashed the woman out. It was going to be a little big more difficult to sell clothes when she couldn't agree with her customers. At least she didn't have to worry about flashing people. She'd been worried when she'd first received that transformation but the more she thought about it she realized people just didn't ask strangers to flash them. Like ever.

"Hey Andrea," Tina said, her coworker coming out of the back, "Whoa, look at you. Is it chilly in here or are you just trying to show me your nipples."

"Huh, what's wrong with my outfit?" Andrea asked.

"Um...those are nice...why are you lifting up your shirt exactly?"

Andrea looked down. She was currently holding up her top and her bare breasts were on display. She squealed and pulled it back down. How? Tina hadn't...Andrea groaned. Tina had said 'show me your nipples'. She hadn't meant that as an order, but the transformation had acted anyway.

"Um, sorry. I..."

Tina shrugged, "Did you get a boob job or something? Yours tits look bigger than normal."

"No, they look like they always have," Andrea insisted, "Sorry about flashing you. I'm just..."

"Horny? Girl you'd better put on a bra before Patrice sees you. You know how she expects us to 'represent the brand' or whatever. You have nice tits but that won't stop her from firing you."

Andrea gulped, "Right. Uh. Thanks."

"Anyway it's time for your break. See you in a bit."

Andrea nodded and headed off to the break room. She sighed, what was she going to do about work?

---

Leila squeezed her thighs together. Not that it helped. Normally the idea of going a few days without masturbating would have been perfectly reasonable. Normal in fact. She wasn't some kind of nympho who couldn't go a day without touching herself. In fact she'd gone weeks between orgasms without complaint. But this infernal belt. It was a slow build, but it was building. The need. The desire. She didn't know how much longer she could last. She was getting distracted. Making mistakes.

The sexual harassment didn't help. Every time she walked past a male in the office she'd get a slap on the butt. Some women joined it, but it wasn't as universal as with the men. Of course not everyone stopped at a simple smack, some would fondle or rub her butt along with copious amounts of verbal barbs. These damn heels didn't help either. She'd traded the stripper heels Andrea loaned her for something a little classier, but no matter how it looked a 4 inch heel was a 4 inch heel. The salesperson who sold them had told her they made her butt look amazing, which was true, but only served to increase her harassment.

Her new lie detection ability wasn't serving her very well either. All it did was tell her that those men really meant what they said. Like right now for example.

"Leila I found 6 typos in your email this morning. That's just not professional. Honestly I think you'd make a better whore than Risk Assessor sometimes. I don't know what's going on with you, with the hair and the heels and your bubbly OMGs but we don't need an office bimbo. Get your shit together or you'll be out of a job. Personally I'd recommend The Velvet Fox, the strippers there are better treated than at Stages."

Her boss was dressing her down, and he really did mean it. No lies detected. Even worse she could barely focus because of her own need, which would only reenforce his poor perception of her right now.

"Well? Anything to say?" He added.

"I'm, like, totally sorry sir!" She said in a bright bubbly voice, "You are totz right, I wasn't paying enough attention when I sent that email."

"Hmm...maybe we've just been overworking you. Take the rest of the day. Unpaid of course. On Monday I don't want any of this nonsense."

"Like okey dokey boss." Leila said, cringing inside.

She packed up her stuff and headed down to her car, but she didn't drive home. A short drive later she was on the sidewalk pressing a buzzer.

She waited, and waited, and waited. Nothing happened. She frowned and pushed it again. And then a third time.

Finally there was a voice from the intercom, "Princess? Come on up." The door buzzed as it unlocked.

Leila went up the lift and knocked on the apartment door. Miles opened it, "So you got sent home too?"

"Yup," She admitted, walking past him into the apartment, "Too many errors."

"Hey well at least you didn't call your boss a bitch. I'm totally going to get fired."

"Just call her another nickname." Leila suggested.

"You don't think I tried that? I've called her boss bitch in my mind for too long, now I can't change. Argh. Anyway, why are you here? Not that I'm trying to get rid of you."

"Yeah, like, what took you so long anyway?" Leila wondered, "But I'm here cause I totally need help. Don't think your special, I just knew you'd be home." He'd texted her to tell her that he'd been sent home, so he was a safe bet. David was the only other person who might be home, but he often worked at cafe's or parks and hadn't answered her text yet.

"Ok, get to the point. What do you need?"

Leila sighed and pushed her skirt down, exposing the chastity belt. She stepped out of the skirt and stood in front of him bottomless, "I need to get this belt off. I can't take it off myself."

"Oh. OH!" Miles said as he realized, "You need me to..."

"NO! I don't want you to touch me. Just take it off and give me some privacy. I can take care of myself. And no looking. Just, close your eyes and do it fast then run away."

"Wow you know how to make a guy feel special Princess. But sure, I don't mind. I'll go to my room and close the door. Just tell me when I can come out. Are you ready?"

She nodded, "Yes."

He stepped in front of her and she saw him close his eyes. She guided his hands to the belt. There was a simple locking mechanism in the front that just needed to be twisted 90 degrees. It was so easy he could do it with his eyes closed, literally. It was just magic that prevented her from being able to do it herself.

Once it was unlocked she shooed him away and stepped out of it herself. She suddenly felt very awkward standing in the middling of his living room bottomless, but her need quickly overpowered that feeling. She laid down on his couch and started to masturbate. She quickly approached her climax and when it came it was so powerful she couldn't help herself. She screamed. Loudly.

It took her a minute before she sat up. That rushed masturbation session had resulted in the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. She wondered just how good it would be if she could hold out for 3 days...a week...a month? She wasn't sure she could wait that long.

She stood up and realized the belt had magically reappeared. Locking away her sex once again. She sighed and put her skirt back on, "Ok Miles, you can come out now."

He did and looked at her with a sheepish grin, "Sooo...success?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Princess I gotta say, that was pretty hot. I'll save the way you screamed in my spank bank for later."

"Oh gross, Miles! Like, ew!"

Miles laughed, "I'm just kidding. Maybe. Anyway since we're both off do you want to go out for lunch? Your treat since I'm broke now apparently."

Leila sighed, "Oh fine. Let's go."

---

Daria took a deep breath. She was about to put a cock...in her mouth. She'd picked Ted because he was single and polite, but she didn't have any actual desire to date him, much less do something so intimidate. However she didn't have many other options. Or rather, no other options. David had decided, at her suggestion, but she couldn't go against his decision.

With a sigh she opened the door and stepped outside. Ted lived two units down from her. She turned and...

"Good morning!" It wasn't Ted. It was Jon, a 60 year old man who lived on the other side of her.

"Good morning dear." And his wife.

"G-good morning," Daria managed to mutter even as her body was **** onto her knees. Jon didn't resist as she reached out and undid his pants. She slowly pulled them down, revealing his rapidly hardening cock.

"What time is your appointment again dear?" Jon's wife asked him nonchalantly as Daria took her husband's cock in her mouth.

"Uh, 2:30. Are you going to be home by then or should I take the bus?" Jon asked her.

Daria continued to blow him as they just stood there having a conversation.

After a minute the wife looked down at Daria, "Cup his balls dear, he likes that."

Daria hesitated. She didn't feel any compulsion to obey that suggestion, just that she had to keep going until he came. Reluctantly she reached up with her hand and did as she was told.

"Oh yeah, just like that," Jon said to her. He turned to his wife, "She's not as good as you unfortunately, but she's trying."

His wife patted Daria on the shoulder, "You just need more practice dear. When you're young you can get them off by waving your tits around but as you get older you need technique. Try swirling your tongue a little, and go deeper if you can."

Daria bobbed up and down fast and faster. Not because she was trying to follow the advice, she just needed to get this super awkward encounter over as soon as possible.

Finally Ted grunted, "It's coming, get ready." He warned. Seconds later she felt his hot, salty cum fill her mouth. She was so shocked by the volume she gagged, but somehow she managed to keep it all in her mouth and eventually swallow it.

She wiped the corner of her mouth and stood up. She said nothing, it was just too strange.

Ted pulled up his pants and winked at her, "Well you have a good day dear."

"And don't forget what I said," His wife added, "Practice makes perfect ya know!"

They walked around her and entered their unit. Daria was left standing there, totally bewildered.

Eventually she came to her sense and made her way to work. She had to knock to get inside, and knock to get into her office but both times a coworker was there to give her permission and let her in. Nobody seemed to think that was weird at all.

Just before lunch her boss came in, "Daria you," He frozen, "What ARE you wearing?"

Daria looked down at herself, "Uh, a dress?"

"Ok, Morticia...do you really think that's in?"

"Yes." She answered automatically.

"Wait, really? Did I miss something? Goth is back? Well shouldn't you be wearing black lipstick and eyeliner too then?"

"Yes." She was **** to reply. As she did she felt a compulsion to do just that. He asked his original question and left. On her lunch break she just had to run out and buy some new makeup.

She got back to her office and checked herself out in her selfie camera. She felt a surge of excitement in her appearance. She knew it was the effect of her goth compulsion, but that didn't make it less real. She smiled, maybe goth really was in?