Mia's Totally Non-Sexual Card

"Either your body becomes more sensitive or more flexible." Mia reads with a bit of excitement. She smiles as she thinks about it. "Oh. That's not bad at all, or sexual. I guess I'd like to be more flexible."

"How does that work?" Asked Ryan, holding up a finger. "So far, it's just said for us to do things, but it can't change things about us can it? It's not magic!"

"Well, let's see." Said Mia. She stood up and then slowly bent over backwards on her hands. "Not bad." She collapsed into the floor, almost flat like a pancake bent at the knees and shoulders; her smooth butt jutting into her head. Then she pushed up her legs up so they hovered over her. Her boobs were mashed against the carpet shortly before she rolled her body back and lifted herself back onto her feet. "I don't know... Seems pretty magical to me." She pinched her skin and it felt more rubbery.

Mia was enamored by her newfound limberness. She thought about testing her boobs or vaginal walls for changes, but not with Ryan around. She may have fantasies, but she has yet to stumble or be stumbled on masturbating... To her knowledge.

"That's crazy!" Said Ryan, standing up and pacing. "I've never heard of anything magic outside of fairy tales in my whole life and now we've got a box that seems to be pulling magic shenanigans and if that's true, then we don't have any say in the matter."

"So..." Said Claire, "If it's true, you're right. We don't have a say in it. Better finish then." Ryan looks frazzled, so she grabs hold of his arm delicately and wraps around him to calm him down. She holds his face in her hand and stares him in the eyes. "Okay?"

"Okay." He says, softening.

"You don't think I get to stay this way after, do you?" Asked Mia inquisitively, sitting in a sort of pretzel shape with her legs traveling under her arms and her boobs pushing out like rope is propping them up.

Ding.

"I guess we'll see." Says Claire with a sigh.