The game punishes

Kai watched the time tick by. A few seconds now and she'd found out what happens when you don't do your WORK challenge. Hopefully nothing. Missing out on 4 coins would suck, but it was a pretty minor punishment in the grand scheme of things. However she felt like that outcome was the least likely. This game wanted them to **** themselves, didn't it? Surely it wouldn't be satisfied with her just skipping her assigned challenge.

Then it happened. The clock ticked over. 8am. Immediately her phone buzzed with notifications.

WORK failed. No coins awarded. Spies will not activate. Opponents earn 2 coins for targeting you with inventions.
Complete challenge before next turn or punishment will escalate.

Kai took a deep breath as she read it. That was...not as bad as she thought it might be. It wasn't great. There were good chances someone would target her. She felt like Grey wouldn't be mean, but if he found out she was the one who changed his gender...and while she knew Professor York was somewhat allied with Grey, Kai didn't have any relationship with her. And the 4th player...the likely keyholder...Kai expected she would gleefully accept.

It was the second line that scared her though. She was still trapped in the belt and if she couldn't get it off then in 12 hours things would 'escalate'. She had to avoid that at all costs. She'd try the keyholder email again, but first she had to actually take her turn. She dismissed her failure notification and checked on today's TWIST.

TWIST - MORE POWER - All inventions have their hidden effects boosted.

Just great. On the day she's more likely to be targeted, inventions get stronger...even worse she'd picked INVENTION as her action, so she had to consider that in her selection. She had a lot of cards to choose from, and enough to buy any of them. She really hadn't needed to WORK last night, she just didn't expect to earn 6 coins from her spies. But what was done was done, now she had to decided. Panty Viewer, Brain Swapper, Growth Ray, Nanobots, Invisibility Ray, Neutron Anti-Compressor, Cleavage Proof. She decided to eliminate the three that had hidden effects that targeted herself. She didn't want to push changes on others, but didn't need a booster one for herself right now. Brain Swapper sounded too dangerous. The two rays were probably safe because she wouldn't have to actually fire them...unless being boosted meant she didn't need to. That left Panty Viewer, which she decided to buy, targeting the unknown player. The app hadn't confirmed everyone's identities, but she'd conferred with Grey to figure out which colour was which. She tapped on Red when it came up and then checked the description.

Panty Viewer Cost: 7 VPL 3 Effect Self [Gain 1 coin and 1 spy] Effect Other[Once per day feel the sudden need to remove underwear immediately. Once removed will be unable to put that pair back on that day. Boosted Effect - If triggered when not wearing underwear, will be compelled to strip nude and remain that way the rest of the day]

Kai was glad it hadn't been played on her, considering she couldn't wear panties right now. Not easily anyway. She moved to the other screen to pick her new spy, which she put on INVENT. Then she had to hurry to get ready for class.

Grey set down his fork and opened up his app. It was just after 8 am Monday, so it was time to take his turn. First he accepted his 4 coins, and checked his spy info.

Your spy has produced results. Kai Fowler FAILED her WORK challenge. Earn 2 bonus coins for targeting her with an invention!

Your spy has produced results. RED has unleashed GENETICALLY ENGINEERED VIRUS.

"Oh shit." Grey whispered. For the first one, poor Kai, but the second? He hated to think what kind of virus this game would unleash. He'd have to give Kai and Professor York a heads up.

Then he checked the TWIST and grimaced. He really hoped nobody would take that deal. He supposed people had to play their inventions, but luckily most of Grey's had special hidden effects, not opponent effects.

Grey had selected INVENTION himself, and he moved to play it now. He decided to play the bronze bust which had a special hidden effect. Immediately a small bronze statue appeared on the table in front of him. He gasped and looked around, but nobody seemed to have noticed. He stared at it. It was maybe a foot tall and showed the nude torso and head of a woman on a pedestal. He reached out and touch it's shoulder, then gasped as he felt a hand on his own shoulder. He whipped around, but there was nobody there.

He stared at it, realization of its effect dawning.

He realized he should never have touched it before reading the description. He opened his phone to read it now.

Bronze Bust Cost: 5 VP :3 Effect Self[Gain spy/Lose spy] Effect Special [Creates a bronze statue of a pair of breasts. When it comes in contact with a woman, it will bind itself to her. Any action done to statue will be felt on the real thing. Boosted effect - Statue is larger and sensitivity increased.

"Fuck..." Grey whispered. The statue obviously considered him to be a woman. He reached out and touched it's face again, immediately feeling a hot, warm hand on his own face. It was rather uncomfortable. Grey sighed. He couldn't just leave it here. Not with that effect. This was a cafeteria at a University, there was no chance it would just remain on this table forever, untouched. No, the second he left it alone some guys would start groping it, which meant groping Grey. He would have to take it with him.

It was small enough, it would fit in his backpack. Grey stood up and grabbed it and...

"Oh God!" Grey moaned and sat back down, clutching his chest. Ok. That was a problem. He'd accidently grabbed it by the chest, the widest part and easiest to pick up. Doing so had made it feel like someone was grabbing his own chest, not in an uncomfortable way, but in a manner that made him feel a drop of wetness between his legs.

He steadied himself and tried again, this time being sure to only touch the thin round base at the bottom of the statue. That worked in that there was no sensation transferred to his body but it didn't work in that the statue refused to move. At first Grey thought it might've become welded to the table or something, but after trying again, pushing as hard as he could, he realized the truth. It was fucking heavy.

He didn't know if he would have been able to move it when he'd been male, but he knew that he wouldn't have any chance now. He looked down at his phone. His first lecture was going to start soon. He hated to miss it, but he felt like it was too dangerous to leave the bust unattended. After all if it felt that good just touching it for a second himself, he'd probably collapse into a blubbering mess as soon as from frat bros got their hands on it.

He needed help. He didn't know that either would be able to lift it, but he sent texts to Kai and Lars, explaining it to both of them. Maybe between all 3 they could move it.

Grey sighed and leaned back. What a way to start the day.

Cynthia took a deep breath. It was going to be fine. These kids didn't pay much attention anyway...right? Sure she looked 10 years younger and her chest was significantly larger but she still looked like Cynthia York. They wouldn't notice a thing...she was sure of it.

She stepped out and walked up to the podium, pointedly avoiding looking out to the audience right away. She set her bag down and took out her laptop, plugging it into the port on the podium. She opened her slides, and looked out. The hall wasn't full yet, there was still a few minutes before class started, but the looks she was getting were...weird.

A student in the front row raised a hand. Cynthia looked at the young woman, "Yes?"

"Is Professor York sick?" The woman asked bluntly.

Cynthia glared at her, "I am professor York."

The student beside her laughed, and Cynthia turned her gaze to him. He wilted and turned away.

"N-no offense but..." The young woman continued, "You don't look anything like Professor York. She's old and...and..."

"Flat!" Someone near the back yelled out. Cynthia scanned the crowd, looking for the person who had yelled, but she couldn't tell who it had been.

Cynthia stood up straight, "I might've put on a little makeup but my appearance is really non of your concern. I wouldn't be so chatty if I were you, you'd best use this time to learn something. Most of you are doing quite poorly and even the few that seem like you have some idea, well, nobody in this class is exceeding my expectations. Now then it is 8:30, let's begin."

Cynthia moved right into her lecture, and it seemed to her that while a few students still thought her appearance was off, her personality and voice convinced most of them to keep their mouths shut. She knew they'd all think she got implants or something, she didn't blame them, but as long as it didn't interrupt her normal life, it was fine. She wasn't really weird, they were just students and had no power. Well, she wasn't worried about her students. She WAS worried.

She'd selected WORK this morning and her tasks was a doozie. She could barely focus on her lecture, she kept thinking about what she'd have to do when it was over.

Wear a butt plug for 4 hours.

She'd never had anything up her bum before. The very idea disgusted her. She might've considered skipping it altogether, if Grey hadn't sent her a text warning about the consequence of that. And so as soon as this lecture was over she had to rush out to a store downtown to buy one, of course she didn't already own such a disgusting thing. And then...and then...well she would get to that part later. She had to put it out of her mind as best she could, she did have a job to do after all.

Consciousness came slowly to Regan. As she became more and more aware she felt aches and pains all over her body. Her skin felt course and sticky. Her eyelids were heavy as she struggled to open them, before the bright light made her closed them immediately. She took a deep breath. Her head was pounding. What had she done last night?

Flashes streamed through her mind and her eyes snapped open. "Oh shit!" She whispered. Slowly she sat up, looking around for Willis. Last night had been...an experience. Willis had been infected with the virus that caused **** arousal, and he could only be cured by passing it on. He couldn't pass it to Regan, so no matter how much they fucked it didn't end. Regan would have just left, but she'd obviously been whammied by an invention because she couldn't refuse to suck his dick. He quickly realized that and every time she tried to leave he'd demand a blowjob. She tried arguing with him, she couldn't get him help with his cock shoved down her throat, but his rational brain was out to lunch. She couldn't really blame him, she knew what it was like to be under the effect of that virus. No, scratch that. She blamed him. She very much blamed him.

She looked down at herself and groaned. She looked, and felt, disgusting. She was naked, with no sign of her clothes anywhere. Her hair felt like straw and her throat felt like sandpaper. She was absolutely covered in cum. It was in her hair, on her face, all over her body. She couldn't believe how many times Willis had gotten off. She would have been impressed if she weren't the target.

Shit...she thought to herself. Willis. Where the hell was he?

She moved to the edge of the bed, looking around.

He was gone.

What the fuck had happened to him?

She couldn't remember him leaving. She couldn't remember falling asleep. She knew they'd gone at it until late at night, or rather until early this morning, but she didn't know how they'd ended.

She had to get out of here before he came back, but she couldn't just walk home like this. She'd have to risk a shower....

No. She couldn't. What if he came back?

She jumped up. Her own clothes were a mess, she couldn't wear those. Instead she grabbed a t-shirt from Willis's drawer. He was so tall that his shirt went well below her knees. It was enough. She scooped her stuff up and ran. She didn't care if was a 'walk of shame', she didn't care. She just couldn't be caught by him.

She made it without any issues back to her dorm. Well, she was seen by many. She could see them pointing, whispering, but she didn't really care. Regan had pretty thick skin after all. She stopped only to throw her phone on her bed and grab her shower caddy and then headed to the bathroom.

After a long, very very very long, shower, she finally felt somewhat ok. Her throat still burned and her eyes were red, but she felt somewhat human again. She finally checked her phone and was shocked to see dozens of new emails. All from Kai. A wicked grin spread across her face. She was ****, really ****. She'd read them later. Nothing from Willis, she'd text him in a second.

First, the app.

The opened Nefarious, only now realized she'd never picked a move.

You failed to play! You aren't bored, are you? Don't worry, your turn didn't go to waste. Nefarious played an invention to give you some motivation.

"Oh fuck..." Regan said. She'd been hit by another invention...with no idea what it could be.

Surprisingly it didn't take her long to figure out. After sending Willis a text asking about what happened to him, she did the normal thing after a shower and tried to get dressed. Tried being the operative word.

She put on her panties without issue, but when she tried to pull up her leggings it just...didn't work. Physically it made no sense but no matter how much she strained, the leggings wouldn't go on.

She tried putting on a t-shirt. No issue. Shorts? Not a chance.

The answer became obvious when she put on a skirt. This mystery invention wouldn't let her wear pants of any kind. Just skirts and dressed.

"Fucking amazing..." Regan sighed. She really needed a pick me up. A wicked grin spread across her face and she sat down to craft a reply to Kai, "Dear Needy Slut, if you want to get that belt off then..."