Something to chew on

Cynthia woke up to a pounding headache. She had very few hangovers in her life and she could say with certainty, just seconds after waking up, that this was her worst ever. She kept her eyes closed and tried to focus on her breathing. It wasn't easy, every beat of her heart seemed to create a new throbbing sensation behind her temples. She licked her lips unconsciously, they felt like sandpaper and her throat was parched. She just wanted to go back to bed and sleep the rest of the day away.

She might've too, if there hadn't been movement in the bed beside her.

Her eyes shot open. She was staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Her hand reached out to the edge of the mattress for support and despite the increasing frenzy of her headache, she raised herself up enough to look over at the other occupants of the bed. Yes, occupants. She was in bed with two other people. Mia she recognized, even if her hair was still bright pink. The man she was currently blowing...a total stranger.

What exactly was going on? Where was she and why was Mia just sucking a cock right beside her?

"MIA!" The words escaped her throat, scratching their way out and making her sound like she was 100 years old.

Mia sat back on her heels and pulled her mouth off his cock. She looked at Cynthia and giggled.

Mia giggled?

Oh no. It all started to come back to Cynthia. The bimbogum. The guy. The sex. Oh the sex...she was momentarily impressed that this man was able to get it up at all after what they'd done to him last night.

"Cyn!" Mia said with another giggle, "I like, um, ya know, had a hangy thing which like, sucked. But I like, uh...had a good idea. The gum. Totes made it better. Not it like, doesn't suck," She laughed loudly, "But I do!" She went back to sucking the guys cock.

The man chuckled. A deep mirthful laugh that was nothing like Mia's bimbo squeak, "You gals are crazy! I'm so hungover I can barely move but this chick...well damn...how could I say no?"

Cynthia didn't know what to do. She felt like she should stop Mia, but why? It might be unpleasant for her to watch now, but there was nothing wrong with two consenting adults doing this. Her presence made it awkward, for her only, but there wasn't a need to intervene. So why did she want to grab Mia and run?

Cynthia searched her memory, cloudy as it was. Besides being a bit of a 'bro', the man seemed fine. He didn't know about the bimbogum so from his perspective he'd just had the night of his life with two crazy hot chicks. Under the influence of the gum the two of them had been the ones pressuring him for sex, which he gladly agreed to, and while sober Cynthia find him a bit cringey, there were no red flags there for their safety.

As Cynthia was thinking, the man suddenly gripped the sheets tightly and started to unload in Mia's mouth. Mia swallowed all of it then sat back and winked at Cynthia, "Mmm...yummy!"

Cynthia's mouth fell open. Yummy? Poor Mia. At least the bimbogum was temporary. Maybe that's why she felt the need to run. To protect the smart, rational Mia from this airheaded version of her.

"It's like, so good. You should try some more." Mia said. At first Cynthia thought she was talking about the semen, which, ew, but then she saw Mia reached for something on the nightstand. She popped out another piece of gum and brought it ot her mouth.

"MIA! No!" Cynthia lunged across the bed, ignoring the daggers stabbing into her temples, and crashed into Mia. They fell back onto the bed together and there was complete silence except for one sound.

*GULP!*

"Oh no...no no no...Mia...you didn't...swallow the gum...did you?"

Mia nodded slowly.

"Fuck."

Somehow Cynthia had gotten Mia out of there. The man wanted their numbers, but he seemed content to just have that one exceptionally memory of them when Cynthia refused. Cynthia had desperately wanted a shower, as she woke she realized she was covered in fluids from both her partners last night, most noticeable a bit of cum in her hair, but she needed to get Mia out of there pronto. It was an awful walk of shame home, made worse by Mia's incessant chatter, but eventually they made it to Cynthia's home.

The first thing she did was retrieve the Yes-Lace.

"Here, put this on." She said, holding it out to Mia.

"Like, sure." Mia took it and put in on her neck. Cynthia sighed in relief. She didn't think it would be that easy.

"We need to take a shower." Cynthia said.

"Together? Like, totes. Wanna fuck?" Mia asked.

Cynthia blinked as the memory of Mia's lips on hers surfaced, their bodies had pressed together in a naked embrace while the man...

Cynthia shook her head. "Not now. Come with me."

Mia obeyed and Cynthia managed to get them both cleaned up without any incidents. Then she had Mia go back to bed and was surprised when the other woman just fell asleep. Cynthia went to her computer and made arrangements to cancel both of their classes for the day, then looked at the clock.

"Fuck!" Cynthia pulled out her phone. She desperately tapped on a task and...whew. She made it. She locked in Research seconds before 8am.

Strangely there was no notice from her spies. Then she saw why, today's twist said Spies on Strike. No effects from spies today. She shrugged, that was fine. Because of Brain budge she lost a card, Secret Lair, but then she got two new ones. Double Trouble and Addictive Game. Addictive game was free, but had a [self] effect. Double Trouble was expensive at 12 coins, but it would give her spies and give an effect to an opponent. She'd probably save for that one.

Then she looked over at Mia's sleeping form. She was exhausted and her head still hurt. She slipped under the covers and joined her friend in slumber.

As soon as Regan woke up she tested her condition by putting on panties...successfully. Her enforced nudity was finally over. She got dressed the rest of the way then sat down to check out her phone. She'd run out of inventions and so, with Ashley's help, decided to play Research this turn. She dismissed the notification about the twist and looked at her new invention.

Neutron Anti-Compressor Cost: 8 VP: 4 Effect Self[Gain 1 coin/Gain 1 spy/ Gain 1 card/Hidden Effect] [Effect Others: Lose 1 coin/Lose 1 spy/Lose 1 card]

She couldn't guess the effect based on the name, but she was excited to find out later. There were always fun things in store with this game.

She glanced over at the cum ray. She could still remember the sensation of having her mouth suddenly filled with cum. It had been disgusting and yet...

An image of a cock flashed through her mind. She gulped. She knew she couldn't go too much longer without it. Cum alone didn't help, she needed to suck a cock. She couldn't go back to Willis, but he wasn't the only cock around. She put the cum ray in her purse and slung it over her shoulder, then set out to find her prey.

She didn't go very far. She knocked on a door at the end of her and waited until it opened to reveal a scrawny man barely taller than she was. She smiled at him in what she hoped was a sweet manner.

"Uh...h-hello?" The man said stiffly.

Regan didn't know his name, it had never seemed important, but she knew his reputation. Everyone said he was a virgin. It would be fun to tease him. She smiled at him, "Hi, can I suck your cock?"

He immediately turned red, "H-huh!?"

"Your cock. Can I put it in my mouth?" She said, still smiling.

"T-this isn't funny." He said, sounding slightly angry.

Regan realized if she wanted him to play along, she'd have to stop teasing and be real. She stepped forward, close enough that her 'Boobie trap' activated and he subconsciously reached out and started groping her.

"I'm sorry, this must seem rather sudden. It's not a joke. I really really want to suck your cock."

He shook his head, "This isn't funny. I know you all make fun of me. The second I say yes you're going to laugh at me, I bet you're even recording this."

Regan shook her head, then pushed forward. He backed up as she entered the room. She shut the door and set her purse down, then peeled her shirt off and tossed it aside. "See, no wire." Then on a whim she shimmied out of her skirt. She left her panties on, not wanting a repeated of yesterday. He stood there flabbergasted, but silent.

His eyes finally pulled away from her tits and looked down at her purse, "Y-your phone is probably in there."

She picked it up and handed it to him, "Search it then."

To her surprise, he did. He paused for a long time on the cum ray, but eventually put it back. He finally lowered the purse and stared at her, "You...you aren't recording this."

Regan shook her head, "No, I'm not." She dropped to her knees in front of him and reached out for his shorts. He didn't stop her as she slowly pulled them down. She could see a bulge in his boxers, his cock was already hard and straining to get out. She gulped. He looked...big. Bigger than she expected from some nerd. She grabbed his boxers with both hands and yanked them down. His dick sprang free and slapped her in the chin as it rose up. She fell back and gasped. It was huge.

For once words failed her. It was big. Too big. Bigger than her head. She wasn't even sure if she could get the tip past her lips. She shook her head. No way. She couldn't do it. Compulsion or no compulsion, she'd made a mistake.

"Listen uh-"

He cut her off, "W-well? Suck it." He was trying to sound authoritative and if he'd been talking to anyone else they might've laughed, but not Regan. Regan's body obeyed even as her mind protested. She opened wide and took the tip in her mouth. Even with her compulsion there was only so much she could do, but as she snapped out of her shock she grabbed it with both hands and used them to compliment her tongue. He might've been packing serious heat, but the virgin label wasn't unwarranted. He wasn't used to this kind of attention and it didn't take long before he came. She'd been afraid that a dick that big would somehow produce a similarly large load, but she easily swallowed the minimal amount of cum he produced.

Her needs satisfied she sat back and licked her lips. She got up and looked around for her clothes, dressing quickly and silently.

"Um...t-thanks..." He said awkwardly.

Regan turned to wink at him, "Any-" She froze. She lost control of her body for the second time today. Her hands acted on their own, grabbed her panties from under her skirt and sliding them down. She stepped out of them and regained control. She stood there holding her panties as his eyes practically fell out of his head. Suddenly she had a wicked thought, she stepped forward and pressed the panties into his hands, "To remember me by." Then she spun on her heels and strode out of his room.

It was only much later she realized she'd forgotten her purse.

Grey stood in front of his dresser, sighing as he looked at his options. It didn't really matter what he picked out, Bionic clothes was going to change it. He had bought panties so he grabbed a pair and put them on. They were already tight enough apparently and they didn't change. He couldn't wear pants so he picked out a skirt and put it on. Seconds later it had transformed into a pencil skirt. He grabbed a bra, rather his only bra, and put it on. The bra had proven impossible to get rid of and it destroyed any bras that came near it, including the ones Diya had tried to bring in. Before he'd become like this he might've just said he'd go without a bra, but after getting these huge tits he knew that wasn't an option.

Grey walked over to his closet. Just for fun he selected a hoodie. One from his days of being fully male. It hadn't fit him even then, it had been a gift from a relative and he'd just never gotten around to throwing it out. He threw it on and it instantly started to change. He could feel it shrinking to conform to his body until it felt like it had been painted on. He couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. The hood was gone, no way to make that skin tight apparently, instead he was now wearing a turtleneck. Oh and even though the hoodie had been big enough to go down to his knees, somehow it had shrunk enough to show off his stomach.

He sighed. Oh well. Nothing he could do about it now. At least his tits weren't on display...well...not really. He turned around and headed for the the main floor. The irresistible dildo was still buried inside him and he felt each step acutely as it shifted in his pussy. Still, better there than his ass. And while the mouth was more comfortable, the lack of speech and the obviousness of it made it a last resort.

As he walked down the stairs he could smell something delicious. Diya had volunteering to go make breakfast while he showered and dressed and he'd gratefully accepted her offer. Now he was doubly sure it had been a good idea. It smelled amazing.

He found her in the kitchen standing over the stove flipping pancakes. She was wearing only panties and the corset from last night. He frowned, "Diya...what are you wearing?"

Diya spun around and Grey couldn't prevent his eyes from momentarily drifting down.

*He looked at my tits! Maybe I should shake them? Oh God he looks so hot! I just want to bury my face in those tits!*

"What? It's comfortable. Just us girls here," She winked, "Lars went out already."

"He did?" Grey breathed out in relief. It wasn't that he was mad at Lars or anything, but he was avoiding him. It was easier to do that when Lars avoided him right back. He was surprised though, it wasn't like Lars to be an early bird. "Did you see him?"

She nodded, "Yeah. I was wearing a shirt then. He was a little surprised you let me stay without talking to him but...but he's ok with it now."

*Lars is so lucky, maybe I should go join him*

Grey blinked, "Why is Lars so lucky?"

"Huh?" Diya asked. Right, Grey thought, she didn't say that aloud. "Oh shoot. Mind Reader, you told me. Fudge. Oh, well...don't be mad but..."

"But what..."

"But Lars was mad right? So I told him you gave permission for him to use the X-Ray Specs and Groping Gloves as an apology. I took them from your room while you were showering and gave them to him. He left with a grin on his face."

Grey stared at her, then sighed, "Ok. I'm not mad but don't do that again, ok?"

Diya nodded, "Ok. Oh here, the pancakes are ready." She slide a plate over to him.

Grey decided to drop the topic and started eating. As he did he pulled out his phone, "Oh. No spies today. Ok. And I selected WORK last night my task is...fuck."

"What? What is it?" Diya asked.

"Have two different men grope your breasts." Grey finished reading.

"Damn. Sorry, I can't help you there. Not directly. But we can go out together and get some guys to feel you up. It'll be easy."

Grey nodded, "Ya. Too easy."

Kai still couldn't believe it. No more food. Forever? Last night she'd experimentally tried a chocolate bar and nearly threw up. She really was on a cum only diet from now on. Well, she supposed it had said sexual fluids. That meant she could get help from a woman and not just a man. Last night she'd made a quick stop to see Jonas, she still had addiction to feed after all, and that he made all traces of hunger vanish from her. Even now almost 12 hours later and she wasn't hungry, she really just needed to 'feed' once per day.

Kai opened up her protein powder and took a scoop to add to her water, then she frowned. It was nearly empty. From her understanding of the label her addiction to cum would fade when she stopped taking it and she'd lose some, but not all, of her gains. She needed to step up her game to maximum its effectiveness. She swirled the powder around in her drink than finished it off. She set aside her water bottle and went over to grab some dumbbells.

There was someone already there, a scrawny freshman girl holding 5lb weighs. She smiled at her and the girl smiled back, but then Kai's eyes drifted down to the cleavage she had on display. Kai couldn't look away. The girl flinched when she noticed and turned away from Kai. Kai blushed with embarrassment, then grabbed the dumbbells to start her workout and power though it.

She'd just about finished her first rep when it happened. An unmistakable, uncontrollable, urge. She HAD to masturbate. NOW! Right now! She nearly dropped the weights, only just managing to lower them to the ground before her hand was clawing at the waistband on her pants.

She ran to the changeroom, her hand pushing deeper into her pants as she moved. By the time she reached a bathroom stall she was already circling her clit, moaning loudly. She kept going, and going, and going until she came screaming.

The compulsion over she took a minute to compose herself. She couldn't hear anyone else in the changeroom. Maybe she was alone. She opened the door and...

"Hi Kai! That sounded fun!"

It was Ashley. Thank God it was her and not the girl she'd been creeping on. Kai stared at Ashley's chest and offered a weak smile, "It's...you know...Nefarious."

"Oh I know girl, don't worry," Ashley winked, "You still good to help me workout?"

Kai nodded sheepishly, "Y-yeah." Then she remembered she'd promised to share her protein powder with Ashley and dreaded giving up more of her supply. Still, she couldn't renege on a promise.

"Oh and what task did you pick today?" Ashley asked.

"Oh, I've been here since before 8. I picked WORK but haven't seen my task yet."

"Well let's find out together." Ashley suggested.

Kai nodded and went to grab her phone. She opened the app and checked, "It says...oh no..."

"What? What is it?" Ashley asked.

Kai gulped, "It says get another player to put on the chastity belt and mail yourself the key."

"Oh fuck. That's a hard sell," Ashley said, "Glad it says player, then I don't have to come up with an excuse."

Kai gulped, "W-would Regan do it?" She knew Ashley had hypnotized her, but not what commands she'd given.

Ashley bit her lip, "I...well...I could make her do it but..."

"But what...?" Kai asked.

"I'd feel bad about that." Ashley admitted.

"She blackmailed me with that key! It's only fair!" Kai said sharply.

"I hear you and you're right but...just because she did, do you think it's fair to do it back to her? You're a much better person that Regan is. Don't stoop to her level."

"Would you ask her? At least ask her to wear it." Kai said.

Ashley nodded, "Ok. Sure. I promise. I'll ask her. But I won't use a trigger to force her."

"Ok...well...uh...let's go workout then..." Kai sighed. She didn't think Regan would agree. Professor York definitely wouldn't. Which left...Grey. Poor Grey. Could she really ask him that?