Monique and Martha's last break

Monique spent all morning hiding in her room. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn't speak, couldn't dress...couldn't stop men from fucking her tits. What a disaster! This game had ruined her life, and worst of all she'd joined voluntarily. She'd been so stupid! Thanks to Tara's meddling she never got hungry or thirst, never had to use the bathroom, never had to leave her room at all. She could just hide away forever...but eventually boredom **** her up. She couldn't just spend her life in her room, there had to be some path forward.

She suddenly had an idea and rushed to her computer. A quick search later she confirmed what she'd suspected, the University had a club for the deaf. She wasn't deaf, but she was mute. That might be a community that would accept her as she is now. She saw a contact number for the club president and shot him a text. He replied back almost immediately saying he was free to meet, so they made plans to meet up on campus.

Before heading out she looked at herself in the mirror. She did look hot...but that wasn't really the point. She tried in vain to cover her tits again...no luck. They were on display for the whole world now, permanently. With a sigh she headed out, at least she didn't have to waste time picking outfits anymore. As she walked out of her room she almost immediately felt flushes of arousal. As she walked through campus and more and more eyes fell on her she found herself getting more and more turned on. But she couldn't possible satisfy all of those people, she just had to deal with it for now.

She didn't know what the club president looked like, but they said they'd meet by the fountain in the quad and she saw a man leaning against it. She signed to him, 'Hi. I am Monique.'

To her relief he signed back to her, 'Hi. I am Darren. Nice to meet you.'

Finally! Someone she could talk to! They walked over to a bench and started talking. She was so happy just to have someone reply that she didn't try to steer their conversation at all, she just let it flow. Eventually they did get around to the topic of the club, and Darren was more than happy to welcome her. It was a club to support deaf students, there was no requirement to be deaf to join, and they would be happy to have her. She was relieved, in more than one way. This was her first time alone with a man since getting her cock loving lesbian transformation and she'd felt no arousal from him at all, he hadn't even glanced at her bare tits once.

Unfortunately that didn't last. Darren didn't have eyes for her, but someone interrupted their conversation to proposition her, "Hey gurl, nice tits. Can I fuck them?"

Monique sighed into her gag, she really wanted to refuse, but her body wouldn't let her. Strangely Darren seemed to think this was normal, he kept talking to her even as she got on her knees and pulled the man's pants down. He even moved so she could still see his hands as she pushed her tits together to wrap around his cock. She felt disgusted touching a penis, but on the other hand her arousal was so high that the knowledge she was about to orgasm herself overruled that revulsion to the point where she was enthusiastically trying to get him off. When he finally came her own orgasm hit her like a truck, she closed her eyes and her whole body shook.

When she opened her eyes again she saw his gross seed all over her chest. She tried to wipe it off, but was only partially successful. It seemed she could touch her tits to give a titjob, but she couldn't touch them to wipe them down. She glared up at the man who'd used her. "Wow thanks babe, I'll see you around." He pulled up his pants and left.

She signed to Darren, 'Sorry about that'.

He shrugged and signed back, 'No problem. That happens all the time on campus. We have a club meeting tomorrow, McTavish Room 111. You should come, I'll introduce you to the others.'

Monique got to her feet and replied that she'd be there. Well she still hated her transformations, but maybe she could make some friends she could communicate with, that would go a long way to ending her isolation. She said bye to Darren and hurried off before she got caught by another meathead wanting to **** her tits.

1. That's the number of times Martha had been fucked today. Of course the number of orgasms she'd had was off the charts so it wasn't all bad, but still. It was hard enough walking around in bondage, it was so much harder when every few steps someone groped her, fingered her, or fucked her. She'd finally managed to make it off campus, since the universal rule only applied there, and the number of people fucking her had gone way down. That was good to know, it meant she might end up with some semblance of a normal life. She might be free use, but most people didn't want to fuck in public. The groping didn't really die down, but that was easier to deal with.

She made it to an intersection but had a hard time pushing the walk button with her armbinder. She saw a man waiting to cross the other direction, "Hi, could you push this button for me?" He looked at her briefly, then looked away. "Seriously? It would just take..." He continued to ignore her as his walk sign activated and he started crossing. She sighed, that how it was huh?

Eventually she did get to cross, and she made it to the bakery where a friend of hers worked, "Hi Tiff!" She said, greeting her friend.

"Oh hi Martha! Wow you're a mess aren't you, do you like being freeuse?"

"Yes I love it!" Martha was **** to reply, "I mean actually it's pretty awful."

"Uh huh, sure. Well you definitely have the body for it, those tits just don't stop jiggling huh?"

"No they-"

Tiffany cut her off, "Hey Leo, get out here," She called to the back, she looked back at Martha, "I'm sure Leo would love to fuck you, just wait."

"But I don't..."

"What's up Tiff?" Leo said, coming out of the back.

"This is my friend Martha, do you want to fuck her? We aren't busy right now if you want to take her in the back."

"Actually..." Martha stated to say.

"Sure, let's go tits." Leo came up and slapped her ass. Martha felt compelled to go along with him. He brought her to the manager's office and bent her over the desk and fucked her quickly. It was a good thing she still had her hair trigger otherwise she would have been pretty disappointed, he didn't make any effort to make her feel good at all. When he was done he slapped her ass again, "That's a sweet pussy you have doll. Thanks."

Martha was left alone to stand up and go back out. Tiffany was serving a customer so she waited for her to be done, then asked for help, "Uh Tiff, I can't carry my wallet right now, could you spot me for some food?"

Tiffany looked at her, "Oh. Sure thing. Here, you can have this donut."

Martha looked at the donut. She hated to be picky, but sour cream glazed was her absolute least favorite type, "Actually..." But Tiffany had already moved on. She didn't care about Martha's opinion after all. She was still her friend, but she couldn't be bothered to find out what she actually wanted to eat. Martha sighed and bent down to take a bite of the donut. This whole thing was so humiliating. She needed to get back to the game and somehow win, then she'd get her **** on everyone. That was it, she just needed to win.