Friday Afternoon

Cynthia gulped. It turned out the combination of Third Eye and Brain Bulge was...well...dangerous. She couldn't help herself, she'd HAD to stare at the cocks of each of her students as they walked in and took their place in the lecture hall. She was just lucky the desks hid their crotches once they were sitting.

Of course the lecture was one thing, she'd made it through that without being too obvious, but now...now she had office hours. Normally her office didn't see a lot of visitors, but she knew the lecture she'd just delivered would lead to questions. Not because she'd delivered it badly, she WAS good at her job, and Brain Bulge had provided a minor distraction but also boosted her intellect. No, it was just a tricky subject and the keenest students would want to review it with her immediately.

And of course, she was right. There was a knock at the door. Normally she'd leave her door open when she had office hours, but given her Nefarious punishments she'd decided to close it and force students to give her a second heads up. Cynthia stood, so she wouldn't be forced to sit on someone's lap, and walked over to answer the door.

"Please come in," She said as she opened it.

She sighed audibly in relief as she saw a woman standing there. Of course she was still naked, at least to Cynthia's eyes. She welcome the woman into her office and then...then her eyes drifted down. It wasn't some compulsion like it would be with a man, but still, she just couldn't help herself. She recognized t his student. A 'frequent flyer' so to speak. A nerdy mousy girl. Except...well, she surprised Cynthia. Underneath those baggy clothes there was a surprise.

Not only did she have multiple tattoos across her chest and belly, tattoos which were never visible under her normally conservative attire, but her nipples were pierced, her pussy was shaved and...and there was a glint of metal between her legs. Another piercing? Cynthia found herself staring...

"Um...professor?"

Cynthia's head snapped up. She turned red, "Oh, um...sorry. Lost in thought."

"...Right...well I wanted to ask some questions about today's lecture..."

Cynthia nodded. Of course she did. It had been a very complicated topic, "Yes, go ahead."

The student cocked her head to the side, "Why were you staring at all the guy's crotches?"

Cynthia's jaw fell open. She had no rebuttal.

"I...um..."

The student smiled, "And just now...you were checking me out too? Kinda weird. Also...that bullshit about a spa treatment...you've actually gotten younger...haven't you?" The student pressed forward, "Do you like my dragon tattoo?"

"It's not a dragon it's..." Cynthia stopped herself. Shit. What was the point of increased intellect if she could still be rattled like this, "D-do you have tattoos? I don't see any."

"So? Are you going to tell me what's going on?" The student was nearly touching her now.

Cynthia clenched her fist, "If you don't have questions about the material we covered in class I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

The student chuckled, "So that's how you want to play it? Cool. Cool cool cool. I guess I'll go ask Professor Hernandez next..."

Cynthia glared at the woman, but kept her mouth shut. She was smart. Too smart. Nothing good would come from Cynthia saying anything more. After a moment of silence Cynthia opened her mouth to tell the student to leave, but then someone new entered her office.

A man.

Cynthia stared at his dick. She couldn't help herself. The female student couldn't help but notice, she chuckled and clapped her hands together, "Thank you professor. I'll see you later."

Cynthia manage to pull her eyes away from the dick and look up at the male student. He had an actual question and Cynthia managed to answer it without staring at his dick again...well...staring for more than a few seconds at least.

Regan followed Lars but then he suddenly stopped and she bumped into him, "Ow! Hey! You can't just stop!"

"Sorry," Lars said, "I was just..." He stepped aside and let her see what had stopped him in his tracks. There were two women on the living room floor. One was lying on her back with her legs spread while the other was going to town on her pussy. Neither woman seemed to have noticed them yet, lost in their lust as they were.

"Who the fuck is that?" She'd seen Grey before. And Kai. And Cynthia. These women were new, but Nefarious must be at work somehow. Normal women didn't just fuck on the floor like that. Well...she was pretty sure they wouldn't. Not with roommates at least.

Regan's voice had finally caused one of the women to pay attention. The bitch who was being eaten out opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows, "Oh hey Lars! Oh. This looks pretty bad huh...you see I tried to resist but..." The woman trailed off.

"Diya...fuck..." Lars said, he looked at Regan, "That's Diya. She's...well...it's complicated."

Diya waved, "Hi! By complicated he means I used to be a man."

"...Alright...and that bitch?" She pointed to the bimbo still eating Diya's pussy, ignoring all the commotion.

"That's Professor Hernandez." Diya said with a wink, "She swallowed some bimbogum and ended up like this. I'm babysitting."

"Babysitting...wow...just wow..." Lars said.

"Ugh fine," Diya moaned, "Mia would you stop that and stand up?"

Mia obeyed instantly. Regan instantly noticed the strange necklace she wore and had an idea, "Hey Mia, would jump on one foot for me?"

Mia started hopping immediately, "Like, um, sure!"

"Slap your tits," Regan said. Nothing happened, "Ah, sorry. I meant would you slap your tits?"

"Yes!" Mia immediately started to slap herself, "Owie!"

"Stop that!" Diya cried, "Ugh, ok. Yes. That necklace means she has to do whatever is asked of her."

Lars laughed, "You said something about trying to resist her?"

"Alright. I meant she kept begging for sex and I couldn't resist saying yes!"

Mia clapped her hands, "Yes! Her pussy was like, um, so good! But," Mia shot up beside Lars, "I need a cock. Wanna fuck?"

"I..." Lars glanced at Regan, and Regan laughed.

"Go for it buddy," She said, "Actually..." She leaned in close to Lars and put a hand on his chest, "Let's play with her together."

"Seriously?" Lars said. He looked at her and realized she was 100% serious. He grinned, "Deal."

"Hey! Wait!" Diya moaned, "What about me?"

Regan suddenly had a wicked idea, "This necklace...is it stuck on her?"

"Uh, like nope!" Mia answered herself, "I just like, can't take it off!"

"Mia would you be a doll and remove your necklace, Diya wants to try it."

"Wait..." Diya put her hands up, but it was too late. Mia had already removed it. Despite the compulsions ending, she held it out to Diya.

"Put it on," Regan said to Diya, "And I promise we'll include you in plans."

Diya gulped. The seconds ticked by. Then she reached out and grabbed it. She took a deep breath, then put it on.

"Wow," Lars said, "I didn't think she'd do it."

"Oh you silly man, can't you see?" Regan said, "She's dripping wet. She'd do anything to get fucked, wouldn't she?"

Diya didn't answer.

"Like, oh em gee!" Mia squealed, "That necklace looks soooooooo good on you!" Then without missing a beat she changed topics, "So let's fuck! Lars right? Do you have a big dick?"

"I don't fuck on the floor," Regan said casually, "Well...usually not. Let's go upstairs bitches!"

"Ya, what she said." Lars agreed.

"Dibs on dick!" Mia said loudly.

Regan laughed and winked at Lars, "3 nude women lusting after your dick. You're a lucky guy."

"That doesn't even begin to describe it." Lars said.

"Well what are you waiting for?" Regan hopped up to the first step and shook her tits at him, "Let's go!"

Then she bounded up the stairs with Mia and Diya. After just a moment to admire the view, Lars went too.

Grey stared down at his textbook. This subject was a slog at the best of times, but now...well distracted didn't begin to describe how he felt. As if just dealing with becoming a woman in itself wasn't enough of a problem, he was locked in chastity, locked in high heels, and had an ever growing compulsion to whip his shirt off and flash someone.

"Errrrr!" He groaned.

He slammed the textbook in frustration and leaned back in his chair. He'd come to the library for a little bit of quiet, away from the chaos that was his home. It wasn't working. He needed...fuck, he hated to admit this, like he was so desperate virgin, but he needed to cum.

He absentmindedly tapped the hard metal at his crotch. Slim chance of that happening.

Just as he thought that he felt a strange sensation between his legs. He gasped. The vibrator...it had turned on.

"AH!" He gasped, a rather girlish shriek, as the vibrator flared to full speed. He was close. So close...

Then suddenly it shut off. He felt his pussy clench. He was nearly overwhelmed by the raw need. He gasped for breath, wondering who the hell had just done that to him. It couldn't be Clippy. He was pretty certain the AI would try to trick him, but that it would never outright lie. He assumed it would be another player. He could see Regan doing that for fun. Even Professor York if she got something out of it. Kai was out of the question of course, she wouldn't torture him.

But he supposed it could be literally anyone. He desperately waited for it to turn back on but...but nothing.

As he waited, wondering what to do, the door suddenly opened. His urge to flash someone had been momentarily depressed by his raging lust, but now it shot back, screaming at him. Before he knew what was happening his shirt was up, his tits hanging free.

"Uh..." The woman said, "I'll use another room..." She backed away and shut the door.

Grey groaned. What the hell...

Kai looked at the bottle in her hand. She almost couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe what she'd done to get it. Poor Grey. She'd wanted to text him. To call him. To explain what she'd done...but that was part of the deal. Clippy had bought her silence. She felt horrible.

She lowered the bottle. She felt sick. She didn't even want it anymore.

Then her phone buzzed.

She scoffed. As annoying as Clippy was, it was right. Even if she could apologize to Grey, she'd still have done it, and she'd still have this bottle. With a grunt of frustration she unscrewed the top and chugged the entire thing. She tossed it in the recycling and marched back over to the bench press.

This time she wouldn't fail.

Later, when she was done her workout, she sent Jonas a message. It seemed like she still needed him after all.