Round 6

"Seriously, like, you fucked her at work?" Princess asked.

Miles nodded, "Yeah."

"Fucking wild," Princess shook her head, "Good for you though. I, like, just get harassed without the fun."

Miles couldn't disagree with her on that point, unlike her he was actually somewhat glad his boss had come onto him. He shrugged, not really feeling like saying anything in response.

Before Princess could continue the conversation there was a knock at the door. She got off Miles's lap to go answer it, "Camille! Hi, like, come in."

Camille came in lugging a large bag. She set it down and started making out with Princess. When she was done she moved over and did the same to Miles. Finally she grabbed her back and sat down on the couch with it, "Sorry. ****," She didn't mind kissing Princess, but Miles was a guy and she hadn't enjoyed that at all. He didn't seem to mind though. She opened up her bag, "My pump," She explained, "I have to do it quite often you see."

She set herself up on the couch and no longer caring if Miles saw she pulled down her top to attach the pump. She'd managed to find some larger bottles so she could sit here and pump for a while now.

"Hot." Miles said.

Princess walked back over to the couch and punched him on the shoulder, "Like, ew. Perv."

Miles winked at her.

Another knock and Princess went back to the door. She opened it and saw Andrea standing there. Andrea did an awkward two handed wave and then pointed to her lips.

"Huh?" Princess asked.

Andrea came inside and sighed. She made some motions with her mouth.

"I think she doesn't have permission to talk." Camille said to Princess as she got up to make out with Andrea too. Andrea took the opportunity to grope Camille's prodigious chest and then tried again to get permission to speak.

"Oh, I see." Princess said, a gleam in her eyes, "Miles do you want to give her permission?"

"No." He said flatly.

Andrea pouted and flipped them off. Princess laughed, "Oh alright. You can speak."

"Thank God, I-"

"Shut up Andrea." Camille said with a laugh.

Andrea fumed and glared at Camille.

"Camille, that's, um, like not nice," Princess said, "You should totally say please do be quiet, or like, don't speak any more. Shut up is so like rude."

Camille nodded, "Yes, of course. I'm so sorry Andrea. Please accept my apology."

Andrea gave her the finger again.

"Talk now." Miles said, which was apparently enough for her.

"Fuck you guys." Andrea said, half joking, as she plopped onto the couch beside Camille.

Another knock and this time Sapphire and Daria showed up together. Sapphire had tried calling Andrea for permission to get dressed but since neither could initiate the conversation it went nowhere fast. Instead she'd called Daria who came and picked her up and helped her pick a new outfit. Not that it was any less slutty than before. In fact in some ways it was worse. She'd avoided telling anyone what she'd done with her 'need a piercing' transformation but the skin tight leotard she was wearing now left little to the imagination. Everyone could tell with a glance that she'd had her nipples pierced, she was so embarrassed her lips had changed from pink to purple.

"Like, come on it." Princess said, "I ordered pizza. Should be here soon."

As they sat down Camille approached them one by one for a kiss. Sapphire's lips flashed to red briefly before returning to purple.

"Well, we're all here now, should we get started?" Daria said, glancing over at the time. They'd arrived before the deadline, but they didn't have to wait until the last minute.

"Sure, like, go ahead." Princess said.

Daria picked up the die and rolled, "A 6. Transformation. Losing senses (being blindfolded and/or deafened, increase pleasurable sensations tenfold)."

She bit her lip. That...well...she was bound to end up blindfolded sooner or later, wasn't she? She was a little curious. Tenfold? What would that be like?

Before they could move on the dome changed. Of course, it was her BOB results, "My hair and voice...it says with 50% the winner is Goth Diva - Long, jet-black hair with purple streaks, always sleek and glossy and a voice that's smooth and husky," Her hair gained a soft purple streak and become more luxurious. She grabbed a strand a smiled, it looked pretty good actually. "And now lips and face...with 43% Elfin Beauty - High cheek bones, flawless skin and of course, elf ears. She'll be fantasy made real. Wait, elf ears?"

"Holy shit!" Andrea said.

"H-how does it look?" Daria wondered.

"Very good." Camille said.

"No it doesn't," Andrea disagreed, "I mean, sorry, you look great."

Daria looked at Miles, the only male opinion in the room. He nodded, "Good."

Not an overwhelming vote of confidence, but from Miles she'd take it. "Well, it'll be ok...right?"

"Yes, like, totally." Princess assured her.

Miles picked up the die and rolled a 1 and got a blessing, "Stamina enhancement - You will get tired less easily." He shrugged, sounds good to him.

Andrea rolled her eyes, "And it just gets better for him..." She picked up the die and rolled herself, "A 2. Transformation. Alternative Payment Methods - You will offer sexual service instead of money for any transaction. Seriously? So I work at a gloryhole AND I'm a whore?"

"It doesn't say people have to accept it. I'm sure it'll just be a little annoying." Camille said.

"I hope so." Andrea sighed.

Sapphire rolled a 6 and moved to a BOB. She frowned, after her wardrobe what was next? "Vocabulary...$10,000? Wow, that's a lot...my choices are Politeness Prison, Sweet Tooth, One more time? and Third Person Bimbo."

"Bimbo, Sapphire isn't a bimbo." Camille said.

"And I am?" Princess wondered, "But it's not about accuracy. It's just our suffering."

"I...I don't mind being polite." Sapphire suggested.

"You are polite dear," Camille said. Camille rolled a 5 and landed on the dice, "My choices are erogenous breasts, second language, random orgasms, sucker for thinking, or cum your brains out. Well...I'll pick random orgasms. It might help with this snowball effect, and the rest sound pretty bad. Random orgasms. You will experience orgasms at random intervals with no warning. This will happen no more than 5 times in a week. Yeah, that's not so bad."

Of course as soon as she was done reading the board prepared the results of her last BOB vote, "With 40% the result is Accidental Exhibitionist - Camille's typical attire won't change, but she'll constantly forget to zip or button up her clothes. Even if she does manage to get her shirt buttoned up her hands will subconsciously undo it at some point during the day leading to lots and lots of wardrobe malfunctions," She sighed and looked down. She was currently topless and pumping milk, so it wasn't like she was ashamed to be topless in front of her friends. She was just worried about the rest of her day.

"That's not bad. You can fix them, and we'll point it out to you if you get dressed and forget something." Daria said.

"I hope you are right." Camille replied.

Princess rolled and immediately swore, "BOB again!" She groaned loudly, "My turn for vocabulary. The choices are The Patriarchy has won, There is no 'I' in bimbo, Dumbed down and Speak your mind. All terrible of course. And the results of my wardrobe is...are you fucking kidding me? A tie. 30% each between Bimbo and Slut. They will be combined into...Slutty Bimbo. Bright pastel colours, babydolls and crop tops, mini skirts or latex hotpants, and of course, platform shoes. She's free to mix it up but not matter what she'll gravitate towards clothes that make her look and feel like a bimbo and of course whatever she wears will either show off a lot of skin or be skintight. After all less is more as far as Princess is concerned. The goal of every outfit she wears will be to get eyes on her sexy body."

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Immediately a fog settled over her brain. When it was passed she looked down at herself, "Ew, what I am wearing? Just, like, a minute guys." She hurried to her bedroom and started tearing through her closet. So many ugly stuffy clothes. Why didn't she own anything cute? What's with all these conservative clothes?

Eventually she gave up trying to find a suitable top. Her friends were waiting. She grabbed her bikini top and threw it on, then settled on a pair of short shorts. She'd have to go shopping tomorrow but this was fine for now. She heard back out, "What do you, like, think? Hot right?"

"Very." Miles said, causing her to blush.

"Well you can't lie so like, thanks." Princess settled down back on his lap, "Go ahead Daria."

Daria nodded and picked up the die. She rolled and landed on another transformation, "Telling the world (you will get aroused by wearing a collar or clothes with demeaning or sexual words)" She gasped and touched the collar at her throat. She could feel it started already. She WAS aroused. The idea of everyone seeing it, seeing that she's a collared s-slut...she shook herself, trying to think about anything else.

Miles tried to move on for her, rolled a 6 and getting a restriction, "Can only eat food that was personally prepared or chosen by another person," He smirked, "Have to hire personal chef."

"You can't afford that dummy." Andrea said, "And no, I won't pay for it."

Miles shrugged, he'd figure it out.

Andrea rolled a 1 and moved to a compulsion tile, "Don't sit there - You will feel compelled to stand or kneel, sitting will always feel uncomfortable."

Andrea felt it immediately. She could fight it, but why bother? She slid off the chair and knelt in front of it. At least that would keep her tits further away from the would be gropers.

Sapphire rolled a 3 and smiled as it landed on a blessing. Undo restriction - Can never wear pants. She looked down at herself. Well, she COULD wear pants, but she'd need someone to pick out a fetish outfit that included pants. She figured her odds of ever wearing jeans were still slim to none.

Camille rolled next, "Another transformation. It says...oh...Lesbian Tendencies You will casually preform lesbian acts with the women around you. You are now bisexual. The acts may be a conscious or subconscious decision." She felt strange. She knew she was originally straight, but then the game had made her gay and the very idea of being with a man had felt wrong. Now...well actually she preferred this. She still had memories of her times with men and now they didn't feel out of place. In fact, this was a good change for her. She smiled and reached down to grope Andrea who was kneeling by her feet, "Go ahead Princess." She said, barely aware of what she was doing.

"Hey, hands off." Andrea said, but Camille ignored her.

Princess rolled and landed on a transformation, "Smooth and Shorn You lose all body hair except on your scalp and eyebrows." She shrugged, that one wasn't too bad. "Go ahead Daria."

Daria picked up the dice and rolled...