The spinner came to a stop and Monica drew her card. "Feline standards you more than meet/But now you'll be a cat in heat."
The white flash centered on her breasts and crotch and the card fluttered from her hand to the floor as her nipples visibly hardened. Her cheeks grew red. She knelt there squirming, a desperate look on her face. Rachel approached her, a concerned look on her face. "Are you OK,Mon?" She put her arm on Monica's shoulder as a gesture of comfort, but the gasp from the cat-girl's lips upon contact made it clear that her body wasn't processing as "comfort."
"We need to finish this game, fast," Rachel says, looking at you with wide eyes. You tear your gaze from her sexily clad body, nodding your head in agreement. "Yeah. Totally. Isn't it, uh, her turn?" You point to the girl dressed as a genie.
"L,listen guys," she stammers nervously. "This is really freaking me out. I'm not going again." Rachel turns to her, braless breast bouncing beneath her slutty top. "We have to. None of us can live this way forever, plus, these collars punish all of us after five minutes. You have to take your turn."
The genie's eyes tear up. "T,that's just…mass hysteria." Rachel turns to you. "Please reason with this woman. I'm going to try and find something decent to wear."
You turn to the genie. You're trying to think of a way to convince her to take her turn when you remember what the card she drew did to her. Smiling you point to the game. "Play it," you say. The genie gives you a big smile. "Yes Master."
You watch as the genie happily struts over to the table and draws her card. "Without you this game will be completed/ until then you'll be where you are needed," she read. She looked around confused. "What's that mean?" The white flash engulfed her body, and when it cleared she was gone. The T.V. in the living room blared to life. The genie was on the screen, in what appeared to be a strip club.
A man approached her from behind. "Hey beautiful, why don't you come keep me and my friends company?" He gestures to a booth where two men are leering at her. The poor girl opened her mouth to politely decline, but the curse kicked in. "Of course, Master," she said, snuggling up against him. The man took the opportunity to grope her ass. She stiffened and tried to voice her displeasure but she couldn't resist any man's request, verbal or otherwise.
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