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Rachel had miscalculated. Slightly. In more than one way.

...

Ok. Rachel had fucked up.

Rachel's first mistake was thinking that she could walk around with Eliza like they always did. Canada legalized gay marriage 20 years ago, nobody, well almost nobody, cared that two women were affectionate in public. They walked around holding hands, giggling, kissing, anything they wanted to do without anyone ever bothering them.

...But that was before Eliza had angel wings...and before Rachel had fucking horns, red eyes, and fangs.

The crowd that seemed to follow them around was torn between cultists, cosplayers, and considering Eliza's unnatural beauty an actual angel and demon. Rachel didn't mind a little attention, but it was getting ridiculous. Actually she could stand the gawkers, the real problem was the near constant photography. She loved an orgasm as much as the next girl but enough was enough. She just wanted to shop with her smoking hot girlfriend in peace!

Well, actually that was her other fuck up.

She had underestimated what become a 'spoiled Princess' had done to Eliza. Rather than the limited selection of shops at Tremblant, Rachel had thought it would be fun to bring Eliza to the Carrefour Laval. It was a mall they had gone to many times and she knew they would have no trouble finding some fun things thing. Unfortunately Rachel had forgotten just how many stores the mall had. Or rather, WHAT stores the mall had.

The first few stores were fine. Not that she normally dropped $200 on a sundress but they could easily afford it. The real trouble was when Eliza spotted Birks. Before she knew what was happening Eliza was holding up a $6,500 ring and asking if they could remake it in platinum instead of gold.

Rachel had had enough, "Eliza. No."

Eliza smiled at her, "But dear, don't you want Eliza to have the very best?"

"Of course, but-"

"Eliza IS a genius now. Eliza will help you sell your milk."

"But-"

"Just think how much milk you'll need to sell...Eliza will have to," Eliza rested her hand on Rachel's chest, "Work hard for you."

Rachel gulped. Then she sighed, "Fine. But just one ring!"

One ring, one necklace, four earrings, a watch, and $20,000 later they left. Selling her milk wasn't just a compulsion now, it was a necessity. Rachel wondered if there was really a market for human breast milk but Eliza seemed confident they would be able to sell it.

"Let's go back to the cottage." Rachel said as they walked out of the store.

Eliza grinned, "But we haven't brought any shoes yet. Come on, Eliza knows where to go!" Eliza grabbed her hand and dragged her off.

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Nat couldn't believe he was doing this. He also couldn't believe how nice it felt. He glanced over at Lina who smiled back, "Thanks for bring me." He told her.

Lina giggled, "Well, I needed you to pay." Now that she was permanently unemployed money was going to be tight.

Nat smiled and looked down at the woman kneeling at his feet. He'd was still a little nervous for the polish but right now she was giving him a foot massage that felt so, so good.

When Lina had suggested spending the day together he had been apprehensive. But with Eliza and Rachel going off on their own and Dylan shooting 'fuck me eyes' at Oliver he figured it would be nice to get out of the cottage and do something different. A day at the spa sounded like a good thing to help both of them de-stress from the game.

Lina had booked it all before asking him so he didn't know what was coming next. He didn't trust her, but it wasn't like he couldn't afford anything they had to offer here. They were starting with manicures and pedicures. Nat said he would just get clear polish but Lina had showcased her new dominant personality and somehow convinced him not only to get color, but to let Lina pick. Even more she'd made him promise to accept ALL the treatments she'd picked out for them, no matter what they were. That made him a little nervous, but he told himself he could always back out if he had to.

Eventually the polish came. Pink. Bubblegum pink. Nat was about to refuse but Lina gave him puppy dog eyes and he ended up going ahead with it. "Fine. It's fine." He told the beautician, and himself.

Next up was a full body wax. Again he wanted to refuse, but he had a transformation that made him need to shave or wax everything below the neck. He'd been shaving, but a wax would last longer. As uncomfortable as it might be this might be part of his routine now.

The massage that came after was just nice no matter what body he had. He didn't have any complaints about that. Or really about anything else. They had lunch, facials, body scrubs and finally haircuts. Of course his hair was the result of a BOB case and so it grew back a few minutes after it was cut, but for a brief moment he got to see himself with short hair again so that was nice.

Then it was time to leave. Nat paid for both of them and they walked out. Unfortunately at that exact moment 'it' happened. The sudden, irresistible urge to masturbate. Irresistible left no room for argument. It didn't matter what he wanted, he HAD to do it NOW. His fingers found his clit in seconds, much to the shock of Lina beside him.

"Oh wow!" Lina said, watching with a smirk, "You go girl."

Nat shook his head, "Fuck. Need...permission..."

Lina smiled, "Yes. You do."

Nat looked at her confused through a haze of pleasure, "Huh? Please Lina."

She shook her head, "Not right for me. You should ask a man."

Nat couldn't believe it. She was refusing to help him? He felt like he could cum at any moment, but without permission...Fuck. He was going to get labelled a pervert. Thrown in jail. Something. This was horrible. "Lina!"

As he yelled at her she dropped to her knees. Around men Lina was very submissive now, but she clearly did NOT want to submit to Nat. She glared at her, "How dare you yell at me," She got to her feet and put her hands on her hips, "Told you, ask a man."

Nat looked around. He'd fallen to his knees as his hand continued to play with himself under his skirt. There was no one else around. Thank God. He shook his head, "Please Lina. I'll do anything."

"Anything?" Lina smiled, "Fine. You may cum."

With permission granted he closed his eyes as the orgasm unleashed itself. He quickly pulled his hand away and tried to stand up before anyone saw what he'd been doing, "Thank you." He said.

"Lick your fingers clean." She said with a serious look. Nat hesitated, but finally did. He had tasted pussy before, but it was weird knowing it was himself he was tasting. Still he liked them and then dried them on his skirt. "Good. Now," She reached into her purse and pulled out a marker, "Lemme see your tits."

"What are you going to write? I..."

"Doesn't matter. You say anything." Lina said seriously. Nat gulped and nodded. He pulled his shirt aside to expose the top of one boob. Lina wrote quickly. He tried to look but she slapped his hand and made him let go. They didn't change size so he wasn't sure what had happened. "Let's go."

Lina grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the spa entrance. He let her drag him off and up the street. She saw a couple guys walking towards them and intentionally steered into their path. Nat noticed the guys checking them out and felt a rush as he realized how hot they were. Intellectually he knew it was just his Requited Love kicking in, but that didn't change how his body reacted.

"Sup ladies?" One guy said, suddenly reaching out and groping Nat.

Nat quivered as he felt the man's hands pawing him. He felt like he should stop it, he knew it wasn't normal, but he couldn't. He couldn't even bring himself to tell the guy off. What had Lina written?

"Hey boys," Lina said mischievously, "What do you think of my friend's tits?"

The second man started groping Nat too, "Awesome." He said.

"Totally. But..." He eyed Lina's chest, "Could be bigger."

Lina nodded, "Yes. I agree," She looked at Nat, "Doesn't it feel good? Don't you like when they touch you? It is natural for a woman to submit."

Nat looked at Lina, both men were still touching his tits, "I..." He felt weird. He wasn't gay. He liked women. But he couldn't deny that it felt good. The rest of it though, "You're wrong. Men and women are equal." That's right, he told himself, it didn't matter if he was a man or a woman. He was the same person inside.

Lina smirked, "No. What do you think would happen if these two men demanded we blow them? What would happen if we demanded they eat us out?"

"That's not fair. That's not a real experiment!" Nat replied angrily. If those guys demanded blowjobs, the changes foisted on them by the game would ensure they complied. It wasn't natural that women had to submit. It was this fucking game. Nat turned to face the men, "If you two are done, I'd like to go home."

The men looked at each other, then awkwardly let go of Nat's chest, "Uh ya. We don't want to get involved in...whatever this is. See ya." They hurried off.

Nat turned to Lina, "I thought you were my friend. I thought...I thought today was different. That we were finally getting close. I see now that we'll never be friends. Not really."

Lina shook her head, "No. We ARE friends. You don't? I want you to understand the truth BECAUSE I your friend. I bring you out today 'cause I want you to accept- you a woman now. It ain't good your mind to keep rejectin' who you are. I want you to be happy, and a woman is happiest when she's serving a man!"

Nat stared at her, but she couldn't hold eye contact. He could tell she was sincere, in a really fucked up way. Thanks to the game she truly believe that men were superior, and she believed that Nat was no longer a man. She wasn't trying to be cruel, but that didn't mean he had to go along with it. As long as they held these transformations, she was dangerous. He knew better than to go out alone as long as he had his 'easy' transformation, but he thought he would be able to trust Lina to protect him. It seems that was a bad call. If those guys had suggested...what would Lina have done?

Nat clenched his hand into a fist, "Lina...if you want to be my friend then listen well. I AM a man. The packaging doesn't matter. This experience has been rather humbling for me I admit, but I still demand the right of self determination. I will decide who I am. Not you. Not the game. If you want to be my friend then you'll have to support me as I am. I...I need to think. I'm going back to the cottage. On my own."

Nat turned and hurried off, not waiting to hear a reply. If he had, he might've heard Lina mumble, 'She's a man?'.

Back at the cottage Nat went to the bathroom and took off his shirt. There, in bold letters, was the words, 'Free Use'. He tried, and failed, to scrub it off. Fucking Lina. He went to his room and sat down again the wall. What a fucking mess.

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Dylan NEEDED cock. She needed it more than she need air, or water. It didn't even matter that there was a cock buried in her pussy right now. She NEEDED more. "More, more, more!" She cried.

She bounced up and down on Oliver's cock. Her mind was a haze, the 'Too Hot to Handle' arousal sending her into a wild fury. A fury without end because she could not satisfy herself like this. She could only get pleasure from doggystyle, so riding cowgirl was strictly for Oliver's benefit.

Oliver had cum more times today than any man had a right too. It was only thanks to the game that he was still able to remain erect. He bucked his hips into her as she slammed herself down. They had been fucking for hours. Dylan was a mess. Her lingerie had been ripped to shreds, by her own hands, and her whole body was sticky with sweat and cum. Oliver wasn't in much better shape. His body was caked in sweat and he was running out of steam. If he could had, he would have stopped Dylan by now. He'd called out for help, he'd ordered Dylan to stop, but both cries had gone unanswered.

Where the hell was Rachel? Hadn't they just being going shopping? They needed that key!

"HELP!" He cried again, as loudly as he could.

He waited. Then finally, a knock, "Did you call for help?" It was Nat's voice.

"Yes. Please!"

The door opened and there he was. "Whoa, fuck!" Nat looked away from them, "What the fuck guys?"

Oliver tried to explain, "Dylan's in heat. She tied me down but Mistress has the key."

"Rachel's not back yet." Nat blushed, "Um, can I get you some water?"

"No. Just...I don't know. Free me." Oliver said desperately.

Nat nodded and left the room. A few minutes later he returned, "Rachel's in Laval. She said she'd come soon, but Eliza has other ideas. I think you're stuck..."

Dylan continued to bounce up and down, seemingly oblivious to the discussion around her.

Oliver shook his head, "No man. Please. You gotta do something!"

"Well...I have an idea..." Nat approached the bed, being very careful to look away from Oliver. "Let's see if these muscles are just for show..." He grabbed one of the cuffs and tried to pry it open. Of course, he failed, "Fuck."

"Dude...you thought you could, what, rip steel apart?"

"Shut up. At least I didn't put myself in this situation. What the hell were you thinking? This is just like what happened when you got caught eating her out. The two of you, fucking ridiculous. Horny bastards."

Oliver blushed, "Ah...ya...well..."

Nat sighed, "I could pick her up and carry her away. Tie her down somewhere...that would at least stop your cock from falling off..."

Oliver shook his head, "She's so out of it. What happens when she demands you fuck her?"

"Right..." Nat said, "Then I'd just be stuck fucking her and you'd still be tied down," He looked down at the cuffs again, "I wonder...I don't suppose those are the most secure locks, do you?"

Nat left and came back a minute later with a bunch of bobby pins liberated from Dylan's room. He opened his phone and turned on a video of lock picking handcuffs.

"You're just going to watch YouTube while Miss rides me a few feet away?" Oliver asked.

"I could leave?" Nat suggested.

"Wait, no. Don't."

It took a few tries but Nat was right, they weren't that secure after all. Nat unlocked all four cuffs and then hurried out of there. Finally free Oliver flipped Dylan around and took her from behind. Her moans were loud enough to be heard outside of the cottage as she finally came, ending their ordeal.

Freed from her compulsions Dylan collapsed from exhaustion. She desperately needed a shower, or a bath, but she didn't have the energy for it. Oliver covered her with a blanket and left her to get some rest and hit the bathroom himself.

As he showered the video Dylan had showed him this morning came to mind. Lina. He still couldn't believe it. The fact that Lina and Nat had sex? Sure, no problem. But she'd filmed it in secret and sent it to Oliver? What the hell had she been thinking? He hadn't said anything to Nat, it really wasn't the time then, but he had to, right?

When he was done he dried himself with the towel but found he couldn't even wrap it around his waist. Home nudist meant nude, not wearing a towel apparently. With a sigh he went and knocked on Nat's door, "You in there?"

"Yes, coming."

"Wait, I'm naked." Oliver warned, "I mean I'm totally cool but..."

"Right. Thanks..." He heard Nat right on the other side of the door, "What's up? You'd better not ask for any more help!"

"No. It's uh...well...you and Miss Lina..."

There was a moment of silence. Then Nat spoke quietly, "What about us?"

"Did you...consent..." Oliver hesitated. He knew Nat wouldn't have...couldn't have...right? If Nat knew about it then...no. He shook his head, "Did you know she filmed the two of you in the shower?"

"She did what?!" Nat threw open the door, "She filmed us? Wait. How do you know?" He pointed a finger at Oliver accusingly.

"She sent me the video." He said honestly, "I didn't watch. I mean, I did. I turned it off as soon as I realized."

"And you deleted it." Nat said.

Oliver hadn't, "Uh..."

"And you deleted it immediately?"

"Well. Dylan had already tied me up...she saw it too..."

"Fuck man. Fuck...Lina. That bitch." He suddenly pulled his shirt aside, exposing quite a bit of tit, "Do you see what she wrote on me?" Before Oliver could answer Nat's eyes flicked down, "Fuck man. You horny bastard. Are you serious?"

Oliver looked down. His cock was at half mast. He rubbed the back of his hand, "Sorry. I see tits...you know how it is."

"Ya...I do." Nat admitted. "Listen Lina is out of control. You're her owner. Do something." With that Nat shut the door in his face.

Owner? Oliver gulped. Was he?

He hadn't made it back to his room yet when the door opened again and Lina walked in. "Master!" She said cheerfully, staring at his cock and licking her lips.

"What did you do?" He said to her. "No. I don't even care. I..." What was he going to say? Was he going to punish her? "Why did you film Nat without his consent?"

Lina swayed her hips and shook her chest as she walked towards him. She'd already grown considerably since this morning and his eyes were glued to her tits. "Master, for you of course," She reached him and stroked his cock, "Women's bodies exist for men's pleasure after all."

Oliver grabbed her hand and pulled it away, "No."

"No?" Lina said, sounding confused.

"No. That's so wrong Lina. I can't...I can't even..." Oliver didn't know what to think, how to fix this. "Go get a wet cloth from the bathroom." He ordered. She returned in a moment, "Follow me." He knocked on Nat's door, "Nat. Lina is here. She's going to wash off what she wrote."

Nat came and opened the door. He glared at Lina, "Why should I trust her?"

"Lina. You will obey Nat as if he were me. Anything he says, goes."

"Yes Master."

Oliver looked at Nat, "I've got to go check on Dylan. Get Lina to wash that off, and write whatever you want instead. Get her to give you permission to use the bed or whatever. Then do whatever you want to her. Just don't make her late for the game."

Nat sighed, "Fine. Come in Lina."

Oliver left them and went back to Dylan. That obviously wasn't a good solution, he'd have to come up with a better plan for managing Lina's transformations.