Emily Loses at Magical Cards

As before, all characters are over 18 years old.

If you have any suggestions for future chapters, feel free to leave them in the comments. I'll see what I can do. Maybe more games? Different characters?

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"Oh, didn't I mention there would be a forfeit?" asked Dani. Emily's voluptuous, blonde roommate smirked.

Emily wasn't sure how much more she could take. Already, the thought of further embarrassment was being noticed by the card and translated into arousal, tickling her already-stiff nipples and radiating through her tummy. She continued to dance sensuously, arms raised and small tits bouncing.

Emmy, Emily's clone, smirked at her. "Dani," she said. If we want them to play cards, we may need to lift some of these earlier effects."

"Right as always, Emmy," said Dani. She waved her hand and Emily was finally able to stop dancing. Immediately she pressed her hand to her chest, covering her small pert breasts.

To her left, Lauren shook her head as if waking from a dream. She looked over at Emily with wide eyes, looked down at her heaving c-cup chest, and said: "Oh no. No, no no." The infatuation with Emily had been lifted.

Out in the crowd, someone must have licked the voodoo doll of her. Emily felt a giant tongue sweep across her pussy and she nearly came again. Laughter rang out from the crowd.

Dani addressed the mass of students in the common room. "Since Emily and Lauren have lost this round, they'll face off in the forfeit round. It goes like this: each girl will be dealt a hand with two types of cards: modifications and punishments. Each girl will start by revealing her punishment card. Then, they will play their modification cards head to head. The clones and I will decide whose modification is more extreme. The girl who played the less extreme modification will get both modifications, and then suffer the other girl's punishment."

The crowd whooped and cheered. Emily, still clutching her small breasts, felt her nipples press into her hand. Her long black hair fell down and tickled her bare back.

The chairs were adjusted so she and Lauren were facing each other. Lauren's large breasts hung just over the table, and her face was stained scarlett.

"Now the girls will pick out the potential punishment for their partners," said Dani.

Four cards were laid out in front of each girl.

Emily picked up her hand and weighed the options. These were pretty intense! She had hoped to go easy on Lauren since the poor girl was humiliated. But the mildest punishment card she had was...

"Looks like Emily has selected 'Playful clothes'!" said Dani. "If Lauren loses, any clothes she wears for the next month will massage her...intimately."

Laur, Lauren's clone, walked up behind the well-endowed strawberry blond girl and lifted her breasts from below, jiggling them. "Wouldn't that be fun?" asked Laur.

Lauren glared daggers at Emily. And looked intently at her cards.

Emily had tried her best to choose something mild!

Looking up at Emily, Lauren smirked and played her punishment.

Many people in the crowd gasped as the card came down.

"Oh wow folks," said Dani. "'Tentacle tube' is no joke. It...well, you'll see, I hope! We may have more of a show on our hands than anyone expected."

Emmy stood behind the seated Emily. She wrapped her slender arms around Emily's waist and nuzzled her face into Emily's neck, kissing the soft, sensitive skin. Her silky hair mingled with Emily's. "You'll like tentacle tube," she whispered huskily into Emily's ear, before nibbling on Emily's earlobe and standing back.

"And this is it," said Dani. "The winner gets off scot-free. The loser takes both modification cards and also her opponent's punishment. Will Lauren enjoy some over-friendly clothing, or will Emily be subject to the tentacle tube? We'll find out soon. Clones, please deal the cards."

Emmy put four cards in front of Emily, who studied them carefully. They read: "Permanently hard nipples," "Nip-slip + upskirts," "Naked if horny," and "Bigger chest."

What a choice...Her card needed to be more extreme than Lauren's or she'd lose and face the tentacle tube, whatever that was. But the problem with choosing something extreme was that she could be on the receiving end of whatever she chose!

She considered them in turn.

"Permanently hard nipples" seemed too tame. You could just wear a thicker bra!

She didn't think she could bear "Nip-slip + upskirt prone". She already had enough trouble keeping her bits covered!

"Naked if horny"...that would be way too embarrassing. Imagine having an errant thought in class and then poof, you were sitting there naked. And everyone would know you were horny!

"Bigger chest"...hm. Maybe "Bigger chest" would do it? Lauren would look silly with even bigger tits than she already had!

That must be it. She put her hand on the card and wavered for a moment. Was it extreme enough? The words "tentacle tube" echoed through her mind, causing a moment of hesitation. Yes, this was fine. She was overthinking it.

"Looks like Emily has played 'Bigger chest,'" said Dani. "The loser will have her tits expanded permanently. Not very extreme! We'll have to see what Lauren plays, but it's looking grim for Emily."

Not very extreme! What else could Lauren possibly...

"And Lauren has played: 'Only one'! The affected player would only be able to wear one piece of clothing for the rest of the year. Everywhere. To class, to meals, in the dorm, you name it. Any more than one piece of clothing, and the whole outfit will turn to dust."

Shoot shoot shoot shoot. Emily's breath quickened. That...that was probably more extreme than a bigger chest? What did "tentacle tube" mean anyways?

Dani smirked at Emily. "The judges will now confer," she said. She and the two clones huddled. Emily saw that she put her hands on the clones' butts and was stroking them. Finally, the trio broke apart.

"The judges have reached a conclusion. By a narrow margin," said said, pausing for dramatic effect, "Lauren has won!"

The crowd knew what was at stake, and cheering erupted from the assembled students, both male and female.

"The modifications will now be applied one by one," said Dani. "Emmy, would you?"

"Gladly, said Emmy. She first picked up "Bigger chest" and cast it on Emily.

Emily was holding her breasts, trying to cover them from the crowd. She didn't have very large breasts, but she was used to them. Suddenly, they were warm in her hands, pulsing and growing. They expanded out until they were a large, perky c-cup. They hung off of her lithe frame conspicuously, with a slight upwards curve. Her nipples were still small but stood rigidly at attention, pressing into her hands.

In shock, Emily dropped her hands and ogled her new tits. They were huge! Compared to her old ones, at least. She hefted one and revelled in the way her hand felt against the smooth flesh bottom of her breast.

A flash from the crowd brought her back to reality, as a boy took a picture. She quickly covered herself again, blushing furiously.

"And now for 'Only One'," said Emmy. Emily noticed that her clone didn't sport her newfound tits. Hers, still covered by the silky green dress, were still dainty and cute.

Emmy picked up the card and cast it on Emily. Already naked, she had no idea if it'd worked or not, but a ripple of warmth washed over her. It seemed like she'd be wearing a lot of dresses from now on! They counted as one garment, right?

"And now, in preparation for tentacle tube," said Dani, "we'll allow Emily to dress herself from an assortment of clothes we've so graciously provided."

She waved her wand and Emily's legs were freed from their restraints. An assortment of swimsuits were conjured and dropped onto the floor. She looked at Emily and said: "Go on, choose one."

Emily didn't need to be told twice. Naked and conscious of the whole room watching her lithe, flat-tummied, big breasted form, the asian girl made a grab for the first item she saw. Her newfound breasts bounced a lot more than her old ones did! It almost threw her off balance, but she managed to grab a pair of orange bikini panties. She slipped them on quickly, before grabbing a matching top.

She took a hurried few moments to figure out the strings before placing the bikini top over her breasts. Just as she did, the bikini top turned to dust. Her bottoms did too—they just melted away, leaving her naked again.

The crowd hooted with laughter as Emily was once again bare before them.

"Ah ah ah," said Emmy, wagging a finger. "No more than one item of clothing."

Frantic (and increasingly aroused from the embarrassment), Emily reached back into the pile and pulled out a red one-piece suit. A little thin for her taste, but she wasn't in a position to be choosy! She slipped on the thin, skin tight suit, pulling it up her slender legs, across her tiny butt, and then up and over her newly plump tits. It didn't have any padding in the bra, so her nipples stuck out visibly, but finally she was covered. She breathed a sigh of relief.

When she looked up, she saw that Laur was whispering into Dani's ear. Dani nodded, saying "Mmhm, yes. Of course I understand."

Dani smiled mischievously at Laur before addressing the crowd. "Well folks, we've gotten a formal complaint from a winner. Laur is worried that her clone, Lauren, is getting away too easily! Do you all agree?"

A roar from the crowd told her that they did.

"Well," said Dani. "We can't have that now, can we! She'll have to join Emily in Tentacle Tube!"

Lauren was still bound to the chair. "No, wait!" she said. "That's not fair! I won. I should be safe."

Dani looked at her with mock sadness. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do," she said. "The crowd has spoken."

"No!" said Lauren. "You can't..."

With that, Laur waved her wand. Lauren was unbound from the chair and propelled across the room, right into the standing Emily.

Emily felt Lauren's soft breasts press against her own, and tried to push her away. But...suddenly that was impossible. They were encircled in a totally transparent, glass tube that extended to the ceiling. There was barely enough room for both of them to stand, so they were forced into an embrace. Even with her back to the side of the tube, Emily still felt Lauren's bare nipple rub against the front of her swimsuit.

Emily's small butt, encased in the red suit, pressed up against the glass wall of the tube, lewdly displayed to the jeering crowd.

Suddenly, a slick green tentacle rose straight up from the floor. It pressed its way between the girls, up to face level. It bent over and took in the two girls' faces, looking for all the world like a periscope.

"No!" said Lauren. Behind her silky strawberry blonde hair, her blue eyes were panicked. "Let me out! I won!" Her voice echoed inside the closeness of the glass tube. Lauren didn't even have the meager protection of the swimsuit, like Emily had. She was stark naked, her perky breasts jiggling with every movement. Her naked, hairless pussy pointed straight at where the tentacle had come from.

For a moment, Emily felt bad for her.

Just as she started to feel sympathy for her former opponent, more tentacles emerged from the floor. They wrapped themselves around the girls' ankles, trapping them in place. Their arms were gathered up by yet another tentacle and forced behind their backs, thrusting their breasts out.

Emily felt a tentacle slither teasingly up her leg, tracing the inside of her slender, brown thigh. It circled around to the edge of her red swimsuit atop her butt. It played coyly with the edge of the suit over her left cheek, before diving underneath.

Lauren's eyes widened as she watched the tentacle beneath Emily's suit with increasing horror. Given their close proximity, Emily could feel Lauren's hot breath on her shoulder.

Inside her suit, the tentacle wrapped around her torso, crawling up her tummy, ribcage, and tracing the bottom of Emily's breasts. Finally, it pressed up between her tits and out of her suit. It rubbed teasingly against Emily's face before curling around the strap of her thin red swimsuit, still extending out from her cleavage.

Her arms held behind her back, Emily was powerless to stop the tentacle from sliding the strap down her arm.

The second strap joined the first, and soon the suit was only held up by Emily's large, upturned tits. A small yank from the suit and her plump melons bounced into view, eliciting a cheer from the crowd assembled in the common room outside the tube.

Oh no! Emily had forgotten all about them. But now she realized that her breasts were fully on display for the crowd, since her arms were bound by the tentacle. The embarrassment of her exposure brought a deep and unwanted flush of arousal. Her breathing grew shallow.

A tentacle began to play with her nipples. It plucked at the small brown caps on her new tits, sending jolts of pleasure through the helpless Emily. She wiggled her hips, struggling futility against the tentacles holding her in place.

The tentacles kept dragging the suit down across her lithe body, peeling it past her flat tummy, small butt, slender legs, and finally down to her ankles. Emily was fully exposed.

She felt a tongue trace across her pussy and she squirmed madly, just barely avoiding orgasm from the onslaught of sensations. Outside the tube she heard laughter. That stupid voodoo doll!

Lauren, still pressed lewdly against Emily, was faring no better. Tentacles had been creeping up her exposed body too. The fey, strawberry blonde girl stared agape as the tentacles hefted her large breasts. One traced its way between them before curling around the plump tit.

Emily felt Lauren shudder before the girl threw her head back, moaning. A tentacle must be having its way with her! Emily looked down, trying to see what was happening, but all she could see was their tits pressed together—her own brown nipples rubbing against Lauren's pink ones. Lauren moaned again, her eyes shut tight, seemingly in the throes of an intense orgasm.

Emily couldn't help but be turned on by everything. That stupid card made turned her on when she got embarrassed! She knew she was dripping wet, but fighting for control.

Outside the tube, she could see students of all gender watching with rapt attention. Some were pointing cameras at her and Lauren. Emmy and Laur were snuggled up with some guys, giving them peeks under their thin dresses.

Suddenly, Emmy turned to Emily and gave a wave. She held the voodoo doll up to her mouth. Emily could feel her phantom tongue trace its way across her belly and down to her crotch. She gave an involuntary squeak as her clone ate her out from afar.

And when a tentacle started working its way delicately around her pussy, she lost her grasp on the situation.

Emily threw her head back and let out a cry that echoed inside the clear tube: "Ohhhhh!". She lost herself in the pleasure, mind awash with explosions of it. She barely noticed through the continuing orgasms when the tentacles took liberties with her pussy, fucking her and Lauren, pressing their bodies together in a writing, sensual embrace.

She was so filled with pleasure—orgasm after orgasm after orgasm—that she slipped slowly into unconsciousness.