Turn 18

Grey surprised himself by having a nice day out with Diya. When he'd been fully male the idea of spending the afternoon shopping had sounded awful, he wasn't sure if it was a hormone thing or if it was just letting himself give it a chance, but he had a great time. Diya was so excited it was contagious and even Grey found himself trying out outfit after outfit. Diya bought a few things, and insisted on buying a few things for Grey. It was fun right up until it was time to leave. Diya's time being who she wanted to be was about to expire, and the mood soured quickly.

"You have more, don't you?" Diya asked, "I'll buy them. As many as you have. At any price."

Grey frowned. He did have more, lots more, but..."You know the side effect. It's dangerous."

"I don't care. I'll let everyone order me around if I can be me again."

"I..." Grey couldn't say he understood exactly what Diya was going through, but perhaps he was closer to understanding than most people. Instead of being born in the wrong body he had been suddenly thrust into it, but he knew what it was like to be discomforted by your own reflection. If these pills could give Diya some comfort he wanted to provide that, and he didn't need money to do so, but still...magic was dangerous. These pills were dangerous. And while there were many left, once the box was empty..."I'm sorry. I can't give them to you...but we can do this again. I won't make you pay for another pill, but I can't just hand them over. It's too dangerous."

Diya had a dark look in her eyes, "Dangerous? More dangerous than my life now?" She scoffed, "You know my number. Let me know when you feel like sharing your magic again." She sounded hurt, and it hurt Grey too. He was tempted to just give her the whole bottle, but something held him back. It just seemed like the wrong call.

And so when 8pm rolled around and Grey opened the app to take his turn, he was feeling a little blue. He hadn't talked to Lars about it, he wasn't sure Lars would understand. He'd either see a chance to extort Diya for more money, or see no problem in just giving Diya the pills and letting her become an obedient little puppet...until it ran out and she was stuck in the wrong body forever, knowing what it felt like to be herself.

He received two coins from his spies, but just one bit of information. A piece that shocked him.

Your spy has produced results! Cynthia York played SENTIENT AI on you.

It was Professor York? But why?

He felt like she must have had a reason other than trying to hurt him, but in the momentt he couldn't think of it. He pushed thuogh thoughts aside and looked at his options. He decided it was worth playing his most expensive choice, the Genie's lamp. As soon as he selected it a dull bronze lamp appeared on the bed in front of him.

Genie's Lamp Cost: 20 VP: 5 Effect Self [Gain 2 cards/lose 2 cards] Effect Special[Creates a lamp. When rubbed summons a horny genie to grant 3 wishes]

A horny genie...great. He figured it was something like that. He glanced at it, tempted just to see what would happen. Instead he very carefully picked it up and put it inside his drawer. He'd been to be in the right headspace to make a wish, and now wasn't it.

He went back to the app, discarding the Chinese finger trap and freezing ray and picking up training corset and Lie Detector.

Then he had to play his second action. He had 4/5 spies and was tempted to buy another, but he was down to a single coin and WORK was tempting too.

Then his phone buzzed and Clippy gave its opinion.

Grey sighed, "Fine. You win." He tapped on WORK.

His challenge popped up, and he immediately groaned. Of fucking course.

Rub the genie's lamp and make at least 1 wish before next turn.

There was no getting out of using it, he should have known.

But what did he even want to wish for?

Kai had started off slowly, unsure of how much she could really trust Ashley, but in the end she spilled everything. It just came pouring out of her, she guess she'd longed to tell someone. Someone neutral, or at least previously unrelated to the game. Grey knew most of it, but she hadn't told him about the addiction to semen or what she'd done to Jonas. She'd been worried that Ashley would judge her for that, but apparently she though using hypnosis to make a guy with a crush on you ok with receiving a blowjob from you didn't even register with Ashley as something she might need to apologize for. And while Kai hadn't even considered Jonas might have a crush on her before using the mind control satellite for the first time, she was certain of it now.

As for Regan, Ashley was supportive of the idea that she was the remaining player. Ashley insisted that Regan was a good person deep down, just that she like to play a little more than the average person. Ashley wouldn't go along with any plans to ruin Regan's life or anything, but she saw no harm in pushing back against her within reason. They discussed it and the inventions Kai had available to her and eventually settled on a plan.

First Kai researched and earned a new card, Fake Tattoos, then she played her invention.

Brain Swapper.

A strange plastic brain appeared on the desk beside her. She looked at Ashley, then double checked the effects. It did exactly what she thought it would. When two people touched it at the same times they'd swap bodies. The effect lasted 8 hours.

"You ready?" Kai asked.

"Yep! I'm excited." Ashley said.

Together they reached out and touched the brain. In a flash it was over. Kai saw her hand was still on the brain, but it wasn't 'her' hand at all.

"Wow, this is freaky." Kai said, then she got even more freaked out by the sound of her voice. She held up her hand, "Your skin is so pale..."

"Hey! I have a nice tan!" Ashley said petulantly.

Kai laughed, "Yeah, sorry."

Ashley pouted, then smiled, "I guess I am pale compared to you though. You have really nice skin. And these boobs!" Ashley groped her chest, "Wow. So perky! And you really can't wear a bra?"

"You're welcome to try." Kai said.

"That's fine. I believe you. So are you going to my room then? Regan is usually home at this time."

Kai nodded, "Ya. And I'm bringing the hypno ray." She held up the toy gun and smirked at her own body.

Ashley gave her a thumbs up, "Good luck. And remember, keep it fun. I won't be happy if you use my body to turn her into a prostitute or something."

Kai nodded, "Yeah. Fun. Promise."

She wasn't sure they had the same definition of fun, but Kai wasn't a monster. She wasn't going to do anything too bad, she just wanted Regan to be a little less...enthusiastic...in transforming the other players.

She put the gun into Ashley's bag, then headed to their dorm. She opened it slowly and...it was empty. She settled into Ashley's side of the room and played on her phone and waited. And waited. And waited.

But Regan didn't come.

Regan was craving something. She'd spent all day trying to satisfy her growing desire. Banana, cucumber, carrot, popsicle, lollipop, hot dog...she'd tried them all. Mostly they tasted gross, and none of them did anything to help the need building within her. Eventually, late enough that it was rather embarrassing, she realized this had the hallmark signs of Nefarious all over it. That realization told her what she really needed. The game was all about sex and all these phallic objects had failed to satisfy her because what she actually needed was a cock. A hard cock. A thick hard cock, dripping with cum and ready to-

She shook herself. She had to focus, or else she'd find herself begging the next man who walked by for his dick. And she couldn't do that, she had standards. Although even as she thought that, she was walking towards a frat house filled with very low quality men. Willis was fine, but his roommates were pure trash. Still, she didn't have anywhere else to go for dick right now, not when she was feeling ****.

She reached the frat house and frowned as she saw the trash sitting on the porch, drinking beer.

"Look it's Regan! Hey Regan!" One of the guys yelled.

She waved, "Hi, Willis in?"

"Sure," One of them said, "Hey, is it true you got your tits pierced?"

She put her hands on her hips. That bastard, he'd gone and told them?

"None of your buisness." She said firmly.

"That's a yes," One guy said, "Show us!"

"Ya, show us your tits!"

The men started to cheer, and only after did Regan realize she was holding up her shirt, exposing her bare breasts to them all.

She blushed and jerked her shirt down, "Assholes."

"What? You did it?"

"Ya. Show us again!"

"Take it off! Take it off!"

In a rage Regan just took her shirt off and tossed it, "There? Happy now?"

"WHOO!!!" The guys cheered.

"Holy shit, I thought she was a prude but maybe she's just a sub."

"Ya, she needs to be told what to do."

"Fuck you all." Regan said.

"That can be arranged."

"Ya, suck my dick."

Regan felt a pull towards him. Somehow, deep down, she knew she couldn't refuse. She dropped to her knees in front of him. She could hear the guys whooping and hollering, but she could barely make them out. She needed to blow him. It was like some divine command, she couldn't stop herself. She unzipped his pants and took out his dick. She needed it. Desperately. It was the only thing that mattered.

Minutes passed with no thoughts passing through her mind except the overwhelming need to please him. Then suddenly he grabbed her by the hair and started to pump his load into her mouth. She immediately regained control of her body and struggled to swallow it. He released her and she looked up at him. He looked pretty pleased with himself. She frowned. She felt a little gross, but she realized the need that had been building all day was totally gone. She was free from the compulsion. She made to stand up but then...

"Me next. Blow me too."

The compulsion kicked in again. And again. And again. She had no idea how long passed and she knelt there, blowing all the guys one by one. She couldn't refuse. Her need was gone, but that didn't matter. She couldn't stop.

Only after each of them had been satisfied did she finally have the opportunity to rise. She was mad, but she knew it wasn't really their fault. From their perspective she was just some kind of slut. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it back on. She considered just leaving, she'd come her for cum after all, and she'd gotten plenty of that, but she didn't want the guys to know that. She stormed inside and went up to see Willis.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked when he saw her.

"Your fucking roommates." She said, collapsing on his bed. She decided not to elaborate further.

"Damn, sorry. Want me to talk to them?" He asked.

"Why? So you can tell them about my nipples?"

"Oh...sorry..." Willis said, not sounding very sorry at all.

"Whatever. Ugh. Guess I have to play the stupid game."

She didn't have enough money for an invention, so she'd picked WORK.

"Let's see my challenge is...fuck."

"What is it?" Willis asked.

Regan groaned. Not again!

Give a blowjob and have the man cum on your face before next turn.

"Stupid game!" She yelled.

She made her second action placing another spy, which she put on WORK, then she looked at Willis, "My challenge is to have someone go down on me and make me cum...3 times. It has to happen before next turn. Can you help?"

"Seriously?" Willis asked.

She nodded, "Ya. It's only 12 hours. Please, you owe me!"

Willis sighed, "Well...ok. I guess I can help you out."

Regan shimmied out of her skirt and laid down on his bed, "Get to it." She said with a sadistic grin.

Willis sighed, but got to work. Regan moaned as he tongue worked between her legs. He wasn't as good as her vibrator, but she felt an extra burst of pleasure from tricking him. Perhaps he would have done with without the trick, but that wouldn't have been as fun.

Besides, she'd return the favour when he was done to complete her actual challenge, so she didn't see anything wrong with her actions. Then again, she never did.

FYI there probably won't be any updates to this or any of my stories for about 2 weeks as I'm going on vacation, but don't worry I haven't abandoned anything.