They try to adapt

Jade stared at herself in the mirror. She hefted her new breasts, "These funbags are just way too big!" She complained, "And I don't even sound angry! Nobody is going to take me seriously as an artist!"

She was angry, very angry. She'd worked hard to make it as an artist and build up her client base. One fateful decision to play a fucking board game and it was all ruined.

She can already hear, 'You don’t look like a tattoo artist'.

Women struggle to make men, and even other women, seriously in almost every field and the tattoo industry is no exception. In fact in her industry your apperance matters more than most. Nobody is going to get themselves permanently marked by someone who wasn't willing to do it themselves. Men and women alike, she's never seen a successful artist who didn't have their own tattoos on display.

But she still has her tattoos. For men, that's where it ends. A man can show up with a buzz cut and a hoodie and still be 'authentic'. He can be clean-cut and people will just say he's 'respectable' or 'serious'. But a woman? They'll judge her the second they lay eyes on her. They'll decide she's too safe, not a true artist, just in it for fun or whatever other crap they use to justify their misogyny.

She hated it.

She hated all of it.

She screamed.

She slapped herself and tried to refocus, but she had another problem now. She was horny. Hornier than she could ever remember being.

"Fuuuck..." She moaned slowly.

She squeezed her boob again. She gasped. She glanced over at her clock and bit her lip. She didn't have time for this.

Somehow she managed to pull herself away from those thoughts and start getting dressed again. Her heart was racing as she put on a sports bra. And a second sports bra. And a third one. She would have tried a 4th, but she didn't own any more.

Her tits were squeezed as tightly as possible. They still looked huge.

It was a little painful, but she couldn't imagine rushing to work with these...melons...without any kind of support. She'd have to go buy proper bras later.

She threw on a very baggy sweat shirt and some jeans and hurried out the door.

She'd told her friends she was going to reschedule, but the more she thought about it the more she realized she just couldn't afford to. Her giant tits and bright blonde hair were already going to cost her clients, she couldn't afford to alienate the ones she had now.

She made it to the studio before her client, although not with as much prep time as she'd intended.

She was flustered. She worried she wouldn't be able to do her best work.

She sat down and tried to calm herself.

"Hey Jade, what the fuck did you do to your hair?"

She looked up and saw Quincy staring at her. Not at her hair. At her chest. Could he tell even with this baggy sweater? What a creep!

"Fuck off Q." Jade said.

Quincy laughed, "Wow a whole new attitude too, you sound cute. I like it."

Cute? Cute!? She wasn't cute.

"Seriously don't even talk to me." Jade said, raising her voice. Unfortunately speaking louder didn't make her more intimidating, and Quincy didn't take her seriously at all.

"You're like a cute little barbie...oh, I like that. Barbie is so much better than Jade, isn't it?"

Jade's chest was heaving. She was so mad, so horny, she couldn't think straight, "Say another word and I will fucking stab you."

"Sure thing Barbie."

Jade moaned, her anger pushing her into a lustful daze. She looked around and saw a pair of scissors on a desk. She stood up and grabbed them and turned to Quincy.

"Whoa...ok...ya...stabby stab. Got it." Finally Quincy turned and walked away from her.

Just in time too. Her client arrived.

"Hey Jade, oh wow. New hair. I love it."

"Wait, really?" Jade asked.

"Yeah. It looks good on you. Oh, so do you remember last session I told you my buddy Phil was looking for a new artist? I showed him the progress on my back and he's hooked. He said he called the studio to make an appoint with you but some dude said you were fully booked?"

"Fully booked?" Jade raised an eyebrow, "Who the f...Quincy. I really am going to stab that fucker."

"Umm..." Her client just looked confused.

Jade shook her head, "Nevermind. Do you want to give him my personal number and we can work something out? My schedule is heavy, but not full. I can fit him in, especially if he's a friend of yours."

"Ya sure, that would be great."

Jade led her client to her station and got down to work. Despite how angry she'd been, she managed to calm down before permanently marking someone with a needle. Maybe her reputation was established enough that it wouldn't matter what colour her hair was or how big her bazookas were...but still, Quincy was going to have to pay.

---

Laurie felt self conscious about her lack of underwear. Sure, nobody could tell she was bare under her scrubs, but she knew.

Of course she had a bigger problem.

Her voice.

She'd...experimented...at home before coming to work. Her extremely sensitive nipples had made that easy. Just 5 minutes of stimulation and she wasn't able to do anything but shout as she neared her peak. She stopped just short of an orgasm. She just found it too strange to keep going, not that part of her didn't desperately want to.

Now that she was at work, arousal was the furthest thing from her state of mind. Which meant that she was nearly mute. Not a great look for a nurse.

At first she got by with some aggressive thumbs up and lots of nodding, but soon she had a totally different problem.

As an example, when she went to see Mr. McGregor.

First she checked his vitals. Jolt.

Then she repositioned him in bed. Jolt.

Then she gave him his meds. Jolt.

Hung a new IV bag. Jolt.

Adjusted his O2 flow. Jolt.

Wrote it all down in his chart. Jolt.

Working as a nurse wasn't getting one task and spending the day on it. It was a series of small tasks over and over again.

Thanks to the game every time she finished one she got a jolt of sexual pleasure.

The faster the worked, the faster she became aroused.

When she clocked in she was mute, but by the time her lunch break rolled around she was speaking way too loud for a hospital.

She had ****. She had to deal with this.

Of course one way to deal with arousal is to just ignore it. Think about other things and eventually it'll go away.

But nurses don't have time for that.

She ducked into the change room and locked herself in a stall. She didn't strip nude, she just pulled her shirt up.

Slowly she started massaging her breasts, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples.

She couldn't help but gasp, loudly, after all her nipples felt even more sensitive than her clit did. She was already on edge so it only took a few minutes before she came. At that point her minimum volume was a scream, so she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out.

Finally down she put her shirt back down and hurried out. Luckily the changeroom was deserted, nobody had noticed her.

It was going to be a long shift.

---

Avery's phone started to ring. She answered immediately, "Good morning sir."

"Sir? Oh, right. Um Avery, could I get dressed?" It was Matt, he sounded like he just woke up.

"Yes of course. Are you just getting up? We're supposed to meet in 20 minutes!" Avery said, somewhat upset.

"No we weren't! I mean, we were, but..." Matt sighed, "Sorry. I was up really late last night. Have you ever played Nikke: Goddess of Victory?"

"No." Avery says immediately. Unfortunately, she's lying.

Her bra immediately feels like it's on fire. She drops the phone onto her couch as she desperately tries to take it off. As soon as it's off her body the sensation disappears. She quickly picks up the phone.

Somehow Matt didn't notice and has kept talking, "...and so that's why I'm exhausted."

Avery blushes, "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. Are you still coming?"

"Yes. I'll meet you and Malik there soon."

"Ok, bye." Avery hangs up and stares down at her bra. She knew there was no point in trying to put it back on now. She rushed to her bedroom to grab something else. She had to hurry or she'd be late!

---

Samira finished tying her shoes and stood up. She looked at herself in the mirror and tried to reassure herself. She couldn't wear a bra, but apparently a sports bra was ok as long as she didn't wear anything overtop of it. Then it was just a tight shirt, not underwear.

As for her shoes...well she was wearing her usual running shoes. It was fine...she smiled to her reflection. It's ok. You can wear running shoes. No problem.

She'd been too afraid to test it and worn heels to the gym, but she couldn't exactly work out in heels.

She started off with a light jog on the treadmill. She made it nearly 10 minutes before she had to stop. Not because of her cardio, it was just a warm up after all, but her feet had slowly been hurting more and more.

She decided that was enough and moved over to one of the deadlifting platforms. She always deadlifted barefoot anyway. She wasn't taking off her shoes because of some magic board game. This was necessary.

She tried to ignore the instant relief she felt removing her shoes and focused on her lifts.

After her 3rd set she put the weights away and stared down at her shoes. Next was squats...she could squat barefoot...right?

She walked over to the squat rack and started putting on her plates.

She saw a cute guy start to load up the squat rack beside hers and she turned to smile at him.

That's when it happened.

She had no control over her body at that moment. Her hands moved on their own, grabbing the bottom of her sports bra and pulling it up. He stared. Of course he stared. His jaw practically hit the floor.

She desperately tried to put her bra down, but her arms wouldn't listen. 10 seconds is a really long time, isn't it?

Finally she got control back. She pulled her top down, squealed, and ran away.

She left her running shoes behind. She couldn't wear them anyway.

---

Malik was certainly the most positive about their changes so far. He had to sleep nude, so what? Everything else was great. Well, fountain might be a little awkward at times. He'd tested it. In the shower. If he wasn't careful he'd make a mess, but was too much cum going to hurt his sex life? Unlikely.

Seeing in the dark was neat, as a novelty, but his new language comprehension was amazing. He'd spent all night watching Radio-Canada. There wasn't even anything interesting on, he was just fascinated by how easy it was to understand what was going on. He'd always been terrible at French. He'd dropped it as soon as he'd been allowed to back in High School and promptly forgotten the meagre amount he did know. But now? He was fully billingual. It might even help his job prospects, there's some great schools in Quebec. Or heck, he could go to France.

So Malik was on cloud nine as he waited on the corner for his friends to show up. Avery was first. He saw her coming and waved.

"Morning sir!" She said cheerily. He couldn't get used to her calling him sir. If felt weird. His students often called him Sir, and even that made him feel weird. He still felt like a kid sometimes, that it was strange when his student's called him Sir.

"Hey, have you heard from Matt?"

"He's running late but-"

She stopped as they both saw Matt rushing towards them. He stopped to catch his breath before speaking, "S-sorry. Ran. Tired."

"Out partying?" Malik teased.

"No," He looked at Avery conspiratorially. Malik decided not to pry. "Anyway where is this place? Should we get breakfast first? Malik's treat."

"My treat?" Malik raised an eyebrow, "I keep telling you I don't make as much as you think I do."

"Sure you do. Professor's make great money."

"Sure, maybe tenured senior professors. Not associate professors." Malik said.

"Above 100k right?" Matt asked.

Malik rubbed the back of his head, "Fine. I'll buy."

He figured Matt must have run into trouble already with his inability to budget. Malik wasn't rich, but he could afford to treat two friends to breakfast.

After a quick bite they followed Avery to the store where she'd bought the game.

Or rather to the spot where the store used to be.

"It...it was right here." Avery said, "It was between these two stores."

"Avs...that's..." Malik shook his head. He was going to say it's impossible. There's nothing in-between these two stores, there couldn't be. But if magic existed, anything was possible, "It's a dead end then."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok. We know you aren't lying after all." Malik says. She'd be stripping in public if she were.

Avery blushes and Malik feels bad for bringing that up, "Yeah...um..."

"Since we're here together want to come check out that new game store, what was it, Magico?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, sure." The three friends headed off.

---

Matt stared at the pile of Magic the Gathering cards in front of him. Why the hell had he bought so many?

Toronto was a very expensive city to live in. So expensive that his very nearly 6 figure salary made him feel poor all the time. Still, he managed to have a nice apartment and spend money on his hobbies without too many issues.

Until now.

$600. He'd spent $600 on cards. On top of that $400 he'd spent on Nikke last night...

He was in trouble.

It hurt, but he had to do it. The magic was too strong. He was wholly incapable of restraining his spending or budgeting. He pulled out his wallet, grabbed a pair of scissors, and cut his credit card to pieces.

He was just glad the magic allowed him to do that.

He'd have to dip into his savings to pay rent this month, but he should be fine. If he can stop splurging even more.

Which he knew was impossible.

The only solution he could think of was to give someone else total power over his finances.

That idea scared him.

He loved his friends, but that was an insane amount of trust.

He'd give it more time. See if he could keep things somewhat livable. Then, then maybe he'd have to ask for help.