Hailey, on her way home from class - another QnA session

I definitely should have worn a raincoat. In my defense the forecast only said light showers. Well, nothing to do about that now. I hurried across campus towards my dorm, hoping my backpack was waterproof enough to keep my books dry. Around me there were a few other students foolish enough not to be hunkered down somewhere, all of us moving as fast as possible without slipping on the muddy ground.

All except one boy. He was headed in the opposite direction as us, almost making a beeline directly for me. As we passed by each other he started speaking, but I definitely wasn’t in the mood to pause for conversation.

“Lo- hey, I’m talking to you!! Can’t you wait a second?” He called out as I kept up my pace.

“No! Can’t you see the fucking rain??” What a dumbass.

“Change!”

“Yeah, I got a second.” I paused for the requested amount of time without bothering to turn around, then started moving again.

“Not what I meant! Change!”

“Fine. What do you want?” I looked at the boy standing next to me. Whatever it is he’s holding me here for better be worth it or he’s getting his ass kicked.

“Phew. Alright.” He paused for a moment, looking me up and down. His gaze definitely lingered on my cleavage for longer than I would have hoped. Finally, he spoke. “So… lovely weather, isn’t it?”

Oh, he just wanted to ask me a question. “No, not really. I’m getting soaked, and if I don’t get inside soon I think everything in my bag will be ruined.”

“Change.”

Oh, he just wanted to ask me a question. “Yes! Isn’t it just perfect!” I cringed a little at my word choice. I don’t like sounding so bubbly, but it was hard not to with weather this good. The repeated impacts of little droplets against me felt great, and the way they ran little rivulets down my breasts into my cleavage made me look so beautiful.

“Change.”

Oh, he just wanted to ask me a question. “F-fuck, no, I can barely c-control myself!” My eyes darted to the bulge in his shorts as the aphrodisiac winds wound me up further and further.

“Change!”

Oh, he just wanted to ask me a question. “No! I’m freezing my fucking tits off!” Who could have predicted a snowstorm in the middle of summer? Damn nuclear winter.

“Shit! Change!”

Oh, he just wanted to ask me a question. “Yeah, it’s pretty nice I guess? What’s your point?” I hadn’t really considered it, but I guess the weather was good today. Not too hot, not too cold, I suppose the fact I hadn’t noticed it means it really was the perfect weather.

“Nice.”

We stood there awkwardly for a moment. I guess he just wanted to ask me about the weather. That’s fine. But just as I turned to head off again-

“Say, where are you headed in such a hurry?”

A hurry? “I’m not hurrying. Just headed back to my dorm for the night.”

“Oh, right. That was the rain. Change.”

“Just a couple laps around campus! It’s good exercise, not that you’d know anything about that!” I snickered as he recoiled a bit from my barb.

His expression darkened. “Oh, you’ll regret that. Or I guess you won’t. Change!”

I frantically pointed back the way I came from. “Zombies!”

“Nope! Change.”

I squirmed a little. I definitely didn’t have time to be wasting here. “I. Um. Have to go to the bathroom.”

“Come on. You can do better. Change.”

I squirmed a little. I really didn’t want to be spending any more time in public than I had to. The longer I was out the more likely someone noticed the vibrator, and if the battery died before I got back to Laura… “My mis- girlfriend wants me back before it gets too late.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm? What were you gonna say?”

My face reddened. “Mistress. She likes when I call her mistress. Ok, uh, gotta go!”

He clapped his hands. “Ha, don’t even have to change-“

I looked at him confused. “Huh? Oh, I just stumbled over my words a bit. She’s my girlfriend.” That’s a weird thing for him to focus on.

He facepalmed. “No! Dammit, I didn’t want to- ugh. Change!”

I chuckled. “Mistra. It’s the name of her wizard in this larp we’re doing..” guess I got too immersed again, whoops.

“Change.”

“Misery. I fuckin hate this wench and I can’t wait until I can move out and stop pretending to like her.” God she just made my skin crawl. It’s nice to be able to vent to someone though.

“Come on, there’s gotta be another fun one in here somewhere. Change.”

“Mister. She transitioned recently and I’m still trying to adjust my language.” I kicked myself for my inattentiveness.

“Change.”

“Mystic. I’ve got a card reading appointment in a couple minutes.” I checked my watch. There was still plenty of time, but it never hurt to be early.

“Fuckin, whatever. I’ll leave it at that.”

He seemed annoyed with something, but that wasn’t my problem so I just resumed walking away again. I hoped he wouldn’t ask another question. Not that that’d be a problem obviously, I just wanted to get there sooner than later.

To my surprise, the guy crossed his arms and started following behind me. “Hmph. Fine. This might be fun too, I guess.”

I turned around immediately. “The fuck are you following me for? Unless you had something else to ask, we’re done here.”

“You don’t mind if I come with, do you?”

He was really starting to get on my nerves. “Are you even paying attention? I just said buzz off!”

“Change.”

I realized on second thought that there’s really no harm in bringing another person, and Laura might appreciate just getting another body in the store. Business was pretty slow, unfortunately. “Sure, I guess you can come.”

“Hehe, nice.”

We settled into a silence as we walked across campus towards Laura’s place. A couple minutes in I caught him leering at my breasts again. He practically trampled over some guy walking the other way down the sidewalk. “Jesus Christ, are you such a pervert you can’t even watch where you’re going?” I was starting to have second thoughts about bringing him along. I didn’t really want someone like him in my friend’s store.

He glared daggers at me, as if I had done something wrong. The nerve! “Do you seriously care if I look at your tits?”

“Are you that fucking stupid?? Of course I care!” I looked down at my cleavage. Obviously I was expecting some amount of attention for it, but full on ogling is just ridiculous.

“Not for long. Change.”

“The fuck’s wrong with you?? Are you trying to get us killed?” I looked up at the roof-mounted laser on the library, but luckily it was facing the other way. I just hoped he could calm himself down before it did another pass of our area.

“Woah. Change.”

“Asshole! Just because I’m naked doesn’t mean I want you to stare! I have a condition.” I blushed as another man walked by and whistled while leering at my exposed ass. God, I wish I could just wear clothes like everyone else.

“Oh, I’m so tempted, but I need you cooperative. Change”

What a weird question to ask. “No? Why would I care what you do with my titties?” I looked down at my bare breasts, my dress properly pulled down below them to expose my pierced nipples. I couldn’t see from my angle, but I knew the words “FREE” and “USE” were below each one, right where I’d written them when getting dressed that morning.

“Hmph. That’s what I thought.”

His arm was around my neck to lay his hand possessively over my far tit. I didn’t love the implications that walking around wrapped in a guy’s arm gave off, but it’s not like I could stop him from using my tits like that so whatever.

The rest of the journey to Laura’s was uneventful. I pulled away from the guy’s hand as we pushed through the purple curtains of Laura’s studio. Laura perked up as she saw me, and we shared a quick hug. “So, who’s this?” She pointed to the guy I brought with one hand, and use the other to squeeze my tits.

I blinked. “It’s, uh… I never actually asked. What’s your name, guy?”

He looked up from the shelf of tarot cards and novelty 8 balls. “I’m Carl. What’s your name?” He addressed both of us.

“I’m Hailey, and that’s Laura.” I pointed to the girl who had her lips wrapped around my nipple.

Hmm… a little early, but let’s see where it goes. Change.

“I’m Sophia, and that’s Angie.” I pointed to the girl who had her lips wrapped around my nipple.

“Change.”

“Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum!” We said in unison. She had to take her tongue off my nipple, but it was worth it to keep the gimmick. Though for some reason I haven’t been able to convince her to dress like me to complete the look.

“Ha! S’a good one. Change.”

“Agents 6 and 9, and we’ll be asking the questions here.” The authority in my voice was slightly diminished by my partner using my breasts, but that couldn’t be helped. The target looked nervous anyway.

“Change!”

“We don’t have names, sir.” I did my puppy dog eyes, and after a moment the other girl caught on and followed suit. “Couldn’t afford em.”

“…what? Change.”

“I’m Tits, and that’s Cunt.” I stuck a finger under Cunt’s microskirt into her exposed pussy to emphasize.

“Great! Keepin it.”

I kept fingering Cunt as she spoke to the guy. Something about why he was here and what he was interested in buying. I was too busy admiring the way she dressed to pay much attention. Her microskirt was shorter in the front than the back, properly showing off her pussy while maintaining the modesty of her ass. She had scrawled “FREE” “USE” on either side of her lips, but I could tell she wasn’t very experienced from how wobbly the letters were. I’d have to give her some tips some time. It sounded like they were almost done talking, so I zoned back in on the conversation.

“Change.”

“Sure, you can watch. I usually like to do my readings in private but as long as Tits is ok with it!”

With that it was time for my tarot reading. Carl said he wanted to fuck Cunt’s pussy, so he was in her chair with his pants pulled down while she sat impaled on his cock.

She spoke. “Ok-kay, this first… fuck, this is a simple six card read… reading. Pick a card.” She gestured to the face-down cards. I don’t really like talking to Cunt while she’s being used since she has trouble speaking, but Carl wanted to use her so it’s not like I could help it. I flipped over a card at random.

“That’s… Strength. Oh, fuck…” Cunt slumped forward over the table, knocking some of the cards onto the floor. Carl must have cum in her, that always dazes her.

My suspicions were confirmed when Carl carefully lifted her off himself(I tried not to pay attention to how he gripped her ass as he did so. The pervert.) and placed her back in her chair. I could see some of his seed leaking out of Cunt’s pussy, as well as coating Carl’s spent cock.

They took a couple minutes to recover, Cunt taking a pill to ensure she didn’t get pregnant and Carl wiping his cock off on my tits before covering himself again.

Cunt spoke first. “As I was saying, your first card represents how you feel about yourself.”

“So, what was Tits’ first card again?” Carl asked as we got back into it. He was in his own stool now next to mine, hand gently fondling the breast he hadn’t just cleaned himself off with.

Despite Carl having asked the question, Cunt addressed me. “Strength. It means you are confident you can handle whatever challenges come your way.

“Change.”

Despite Carl having asked the question, Cunt addressed me. “The Hierophant. It means you feel the need to seek guidance from someone wise.”

“Change.”

Despite Carl having asked the question, Cunt addressed me. “The Hanged Man. It means you are scared or confused since you know you’ll soon have to leave something behind.”

“Wait, are you only going to come up with real tarot cards? That’s lame! Change.”

Despite Carl having asked the question, Cunt addressed me. “The Slut. It means you feel horny and insatiable!”

Carl fist-pumped. “Hell yeah. It’s like you heard what I was asking!”

I considered my card for a moment, staring at the classy art of the nude woman pleasuring herself. With any tarot reading you need to take bits and pieces, hold on to what rings true and discard the rest. Was I horny? Sure, a little. Even if he wasn’t particularly skilled, Carl's work on my breasts was doing something. Insatiable though? That’s honestly a harmful stereotype I get a lot. People think just because they can use my boobs whenever they want that I’m always DTF. I’m not! Seriously, the frequency of people trying to push groping or fucking my tits into something more serious, like a kiss or holding hands, is ridiculous. I’m sure Cunt has it even worse with her pussy.

Having made peace with the interpretation, I carefully selected my next card…

—-

As always, Tarot provided a way for me to examine my life. Even if it didn’t have any real future predicting abilities.

The Slut, telling me that I am horny.

The Lips, telling me that what I want most right now is a cock in my mouth.

The Cloth, telling me that what I fear most is hiding myself from the world.

The Moon, telling me that I have a killer ass and should be showing it off more.

The Guy, telling me that my greatest challenge would come from an unassuming place. Carl found that one really funny for some reason.

And finally, The Tits, telling me that no matter what happened, people would use my tits.

After the reading Carl decided he wanted to fuck Cunt’s pussy again, so he had her bent over the table and was pistoning in-and-out of her quite fast. The **** was knocking the remaining cards to the floor, so I gathered them up and placed the deck on one of the nearby shelves to save Cunt the trouble of cleaning up later.

As I turned to leave the store though, I heard something that turned my blood to ice.

“AAAAIIIE! No! Stop!! What are you doing?” It was Cunt.

I turned around and froze in horror. Carl was still fucking her from behind, but instead of using her pussy like normal, he had flipped up her skirt and had his cock buried in her asshole.

A million thoughts flooded my mind as Cunt was **** in front of me. I kicked myself for bringing this guy into Cunt’s store. I had to do something. “The fuck is wrong with you??” I screamed as I started running to him.

Carl, the slimy bastard, didn’t even stop moving. “Psh. Guess I got carried away. I’ll just fix it later.”

Rage exploded in me. “Fix it later?? Like hell!” I wound up a punch.

He flinched a little. “Wait, what are you gonna do?”

He asked me a question, so I stopped winding up my swing to answer him. “Knock your goddamned lights out!”

“Change!”

He asked me a question, so I stopped dialing to answer him. “Call the police you fuckwit!”

“Change!”

He asked me a question, so I stopped reaching for my holster to answer him. “Take you out right here right now!”

“Fuck, change!”

He asked me a question before I could ask him a question, so I stopped to answer him. “Using my power to stop you!!”

“… your power?”

That seemed to confuse him enough to give me an opening to speak. “What are you doing right now, Carl?”

He adopted that familiar glassy-eyed look people got when I asked them questions. “I was trying to use this chick’s ass, but I forgot I had only made her pussy freeuse.”

That gave me pause. He made her pussy freeuse? That didn’t make any sense. I’d known Cunt since high school and she was almost always getting used by some jock or another. Whatever, I didn’t have the time to consider that. “Change.”

The scene shifted before me, like it always did when I spoke that magic word. Now Cunt was sitting in her chair, her ass once again out of view and the look of sheer panic on her face gone. Carl was on his knees in front of her, face inches away from her pussy. “Licking this lovely pussy!” He spoke for moments before diving back in.

Well, it was an improvement. He wasn’t doing anything immoral anymore. Still, I felt like he deserved something more harsh. “Change.”

Once again the scene shifted, and quite drastically. Carl was completely gone. In his place was a woman who bore a striking number of similarities. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt on top, and wore nothing on the bottom besides a single strip of tape covering her pussy. She was bent over the table, presenting her two perfect cheeks to Cunt, The words “FREE USE” scrawled on either side. She spoke with a distinctly feminine voice. “Displaying my ass for Cunt, since she asked.”

Woah. I guess this was in Carl’s subconscious, somewhere. Definitely keeping that.

Cunt spoke first. “Hmm. Yeah, definitely using that.” I tried not to **** as she pulled out and equipped a strap on dildo from her bag. I guess in this world it’s normal for her to carry around and wear sex toys as long as it’s for using this free use ass? I mean, I had my own strap for if I wanted to fuck Cunt I guess, but that’s different.

Just one more loose end to wrap up. I crouched down to be eye level with the newly-minted girl as Cunt started her thrusts. She was using one hand to brace, but the other quickly found my tits. I noticed the one Carl had wiped his semen off on was clean. “What’s your name, cutie?”

“It’s -oh, fuck! It’s Carl.” She stammered through gasps.

“Tssk tssk. That won’t do. Change.”

“It’s -oh, fuck! It’s Ass.” She stammered through gasps once again.

Perfect. With that my work was done. I pulled Ass’ hand off my nipple and made my way out of the store, leaving Cunt to her fun.