Round 4 Continued

"A compulsion?" Daria said as she watched her piece move on its own. She read the words as they appeared, "You will feel the need to get a tattoo on your back."

Immediately she touched her back. A tattoo? No... she'd never dreamed of a tattoo...but...

She shook her head. It was only a compulsion. She didn't HAVE to get one. She could resist. Probably.

Miles picked up the die next and rolled silently. His 5 brought him to a transformation tile. He stared at the dome for a moment, but decided he should read it aloud like they'd been doing, "What's a dollar, you become terrible with money and will frequently spend beyond your means."

"Pfft, what money? Guess I should put you on an allowance." Andrea said with a laugh.

"Funny." Miles said.

Andrea winked at him and rolled herself. A 6 put her on a compulsion, "You will feel uncomfortable unless you are wearing a choker or collar."

She touched her neck. She could picture it. A cute black choker. She sighed. Of course she didn't have any here, she'd have to wait and get one after this session.

Sapphire quietly picked up the die and rolled. "Transformation - Your feet are modified so they are always in a raised position making it impossible to wear flat shoes"

Her feet instantly jerked to a tiptoe position. She tried to flex them but found she could make them flat anymore, only adjust the degree of bend.

Before she could really process that change, the done changed.

"Results are in. With 58% it's The Burden of Beauty - Sapphire's Breasts become G cups but are unnaturally heavy while retaining their softness. Every step causes them to bounce, throwing off her balance. No bra can restrain them, she'll have to hold them herself if she wants to walk quickly, and running is out of the question. And don't worry, she'll never experience back pain."

As soon as she finished reading it her chest ballooned outwards. After her genderswap she'd slowly gotten used to the weight on her chest, but this took her by surprise. It was like there was an anchor tied to her chest and she immediately fell forward, just barely catching herself on the coffee table. At Camille's suggestion she'd worn a loose, casual top. Unfortunately it provided no support at all and completely failed to contain her new chest which threatened to spill out entirely.

"Huge." Miles said immediately.

"Those are..." Camille said to herself, licking her lips unconsciously.

Sapphire tried to straighten up, but it took conscious effort. She couldn't feel any strain in her back, but if she lost focus she could feel her new tits dragging her down. She could already tell what it meant by running was out of the picture. Especially if a bra wouldn't hold them down. She might have to hold them with her hands just to walk briskly.

"Are you ok?" Leila asked.

Sapphire nodded, "Um, ya. Just...well...it'll take some getting used to..."

"..." Camille's words to Sapphire went unspoken. She shrugged, she figured Sapphire was not in the mood for a kiss, innoncent or otherwise. She was going to comment on her own problem and looked down at her chest. She had been thinking about to the two cup size upgrade she'd received, but what she noticed instead were the wet spots over her nipples, "There's the milk..."

She sighed. Nothing she could do about that now. She picked up the die and rolled, "Oh that puts me to the end...no?" Her piece reached the last tile and then kept going, back to the start. It seems one loops around the board wasn't enough to end it. She grimaced, she'd just seen the rather **** change Sapphire had received from BOB Breasts and Body shape and now it was her turn, "Ah! The BOB for moi as well. Who cares about a few dollars...damn. My choices are Why buy the cow? Seriously? I am not a cow. Damn damn damn. I have a feeling that's going to be it...my other choices are Invisible Threads, Beanpole or Busty Petite. If my words have some say I don't mind being taller."

"Sorry Camille, I think you're right..." Leila rolled next, "Like fuck!" She landed on BOB as well, "Mine are Stress Balls, Manhandled, Obvious Fakes and Perfect Princess. Fuck. I, like, already sound like a fucking bimbo, I totz don't want implants!"

"I guess it's my turn," Daria rolled, "Transformation - Upgrade the business - will change your workplace into something sluttier. Sluttier? I work for a magazine...guess I'll find out tomorrow..."

"Porn mag?" Miles suggested as he reached for the die. Daria didn't want to consider that and just shook her head. Miles shrugged and rolled, a 5 and he was around the board once too. "Compulsion - Don't use more than two syllable words."

"Wow we're lucky. First he doesn't want to talk, now he can't. I like silent Miles." Leila said.

"No, he can. It'll just be hard for him. Andrea isn't wearing a collar now, remember." Daria said.

Andrea touched her neck, "Uh, don't remind me. I feel naked. Worse than naked actually cause I'd be cool with that."

"Supercali-" Miles started to say. He paused for an extraordinary long time and clenched his fist hard, "SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS!" He blurted out as fast as he could muster. Then he was gasped for air, like it had taken all his energy to say that.

"Uh...wow....good job bro." Andrea said, "My turn. A 6...and dice. Memory, Comfortable Bound, Dumb Cow, Intelligence, Sensitive Udders or Personality. Fuck, I thought 6 choices would make it easier not harder. Ok well I don't want to change my memory, intelligence or personality. Fuck dumb cow. So that leaves sensitive udders or comfortably bound. Fuck. I guess comfortably bound..."

"Cuffed Cutie - You'll need to have your hands or your feet handcuffed together at all times if you want to think straight. When you are free of your restraints you'll find it difficult to think about anything other than sex."

She felt it immediately. She squeezed her legs together and started grabbing her chest. She felt hot. Flushed. She NEEDED to get laid. "Fuck...fuck me..." She said to no one in particular. She lifted her hips in a daze, prepared to pull her shorts down. Then she suddenly noticed Miles standing over her. She nodded, "Yes. Fuck. Fuck me."

CLICK!

The fog lifted, "Huh?" Andrea looked down at her wrists. She was wearing handcuffs? She looked up at Miles, "What happened?"

Miles winked at her, "Still want to fuck?"

"What?" It started to come back to her, "Fuck. That was intense. No. Sit down," She held up her wrists, "Seriously? Fuzzy pink handcuffs?"

Miles shrugged, "You are lucky I had some."

He was right there. She sighed, "Wait, why DO you have these?"

Miles just winked at her.

"Ugh."

Sapphire rolled. Oh no! BOB again? She read her choices silently. She'd earn $5000 apparently, which would help since apparently she'd need new clothing yet again...Mood Skirts, Scandalous Shoulders, Uniformed! or Dress up Doll.

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"You'd look hot in a school girl outfit." Andrea said.

Leila shushed her, "Don't give it ideas."

"I would have thought she was cute as a doll...but she's got Barbie beat in one area..." Camille said, looking at Andrea.

"Mood skirts is probably fine, if her skirts change colour like her lips?" Daria suggested.

Sapphire shrugged, "I don't think we get to decide. I'll...I'll be fine..."

Camille picked up the die and rolled, "Ah a question. Would you rather lose the ability to speak your native language forever or permanently lose the ability to read? Non! Give up French? I know I barely get to speak it here but...ma mere...my mother doesn't speak any English..."

"But you wouldn't be able to read! Camille, think about it." Leila said, urging practicality.

"No, she can't give up her language. That's her identity!" Andrea said, taking the opposite side.

Sapphire coughed, and awkwardly interjected, "As someone else using their second language...I can't imagine giving it up. It's not even that I speak to relatives in Mandarin often or anything, but it's part of me. I've already lost so much of who David was, I...I don't know that I could."

"I can't read!" Camille decided all of a sudden. "I can't read." She said again.

"Fuuuck." Miles said slowly.

Daria rubbed her knee, "It'll be ok. We'll help you."

"Ya, you aren't alone." Leila echoed.

"No, she is alone!" Andrea said, "Sorry. You know what I meant."

Leila sighed, "Let's just end this," She tossed the dice, a 6. It moved to the last tile on the board, "Question - Would you rather become completely incapable of monogamy, unable to stay with a single partner or feel guilt or jealousy towards sexual relationships or commit to marrying the next person who gives you an orgasm, never able cheat or have a sexual relationship with anyone else?" Leila thought about it for a moment, but the answer was obvious, "I can't commit to my next partner! It's probably going to be Miles or my boss or some asshole. I'll be poly I guess."

Finally the round ended, "Break. Daria must play her next turn at 7pm tomorrow." Daria read from the dome. She looked at the window anxiously, "So...Miles, do you have a spare bed?"

"Yes." Miles stood up, "Sheets." He walked off, presumably to make the bed.

Sapphire stood up, then immediately fell back down again. It was hard enough with her tits swinging, but made impossible with her bent feet.

"Here." Leila took off her own heels and passed them over. Sapphire put them on and tried to stand again. This time she managed. She took a few steps, feeling the weight of her new tits bounce with every step.

"I think I can do it...but, don't you need these?" Sapphire asked, pointing at the heels.

"Like, no. It's cool. I'll be fine."

"No you won't dammit." Andrea said, "I know. Would either of you sleep with me tonight? I can take someone down to Daria's car, leave them there and bring the shoes back. Then I can get them shoes at my place and bring her car back in the morning."

Sapphire looked at Leila. Somehow she had a feeling Leila wanted to stay here, she slowly raised her hand, "I...I will."

"And I'll drive Daria's car. Don't worry about coming to get her, I'll drop you two off and then come back in the morning." Camille said to Andrea.

"Fine with me." Daria said, "Just make sure you're here early enough so I can get to work."

Camille gave a thumbs up in lieu of a response.

Andrea stood up, "Well then? Shall we?"

Sapphire nodded, "Yes. I'm ready," At that moment Miles returned, "Thanks for hosting Miles."

"Ciao." Andrea said.

"Au revoir." Camille said with a sad smile. She froze, _Can I drive if I can't read? She shrugged, I know where I'm going, I'll be fine._

__After the trio left Daria excused herself to get some rest in the spare room. Leila turned to Miles, "Like, Miles, Gawd, I hate that I'm asking, but can I spend the night?"

"Really?"

She nodded, "Not like, for sex. I just...I want to blow you when I wake up. Otherwise I'll go crazy at work and beg my boss or something."

Miles shrugged, "Sure, but you have to sleep naked."

"N-" Leila frowned and cross her arms under her chest. She couldn't disagree with him, but she didn't have to obey him.

"Kidding." Miles said with a grin, "I'll be the one whose naked."

Leila threw a pillow from the couch at him.

"In the morning though...you'll greet Daria." Leila said.

Miles nodded, "Sure."

Leila sighed. This game was sure making their lives complicated.