Agatha

Agatha slowly reaches out to take the panties and looks at you with disdain. She’s right though, you did choose wrong and she is suffering for it now. Still she slowly puts them on. As they slide up her legs they begin to shrink to fit the new body wearing them and they do look good.

“Agatha, you are going to love them. Almost as much as when I take them back later! Now, like I said, they... there it is!”

Almost without warning you can hear an electronic hum and see Agatha begin to shift on the balls of her feet. She breathes deeply and tries her best to focus through it all.

“Yeah, she’s not gonna much help now. They’ll only get more and more powerful. Last girl actually passed out and they still kept going. So, it’s up to you John. Ready?”

The sight of Agatha writhing in place, the smell of her lust in the air. You barely heard a word Becky said. You turn back to her a bit dumbfounded and try to focus yourself. Until you see her monster cock again. Just like with Agatha and the cabby you feel a little voice in your head telling you to give in to your lust. You absent mindedly lick your lips as you picture the positions it tells Becky can perform with you over the counter top.

“Sweetie... pay attention now. Snap out of it or I’m going to feel objectified. If you touch me before the game is over, I’ll consider that a forfeit and you’ll both be my eager sluts for life. Got it?”

“Uh... yeah. No touching. Got it.”

Still the voice doesn’t stop and Agatha begins to breathe heavily next to you. Damn this is going bad fast!

“Next riddle. I can be made, played, cracked, and told. What am I?”