Game of Lives - Part Four

"Welcome back class" she coos in a prim and proper manner, her tone clashing with the mischievous and delighted look on her face. "Did we enjoy our play time?" she asks, biting her bottom lip hard as she stares at my chest in a knowing manner. "I certainly enjoyed my meal, very... satisfying" she states, licking her lips as they are suddenly coated in a deep red gloss. "Unlike some of us."

"What did..." I pant, my hand shooting up to my mouth as the soft and delicate voice rings out in the now truly empty room. Glancing down at myself I let out a low whimper, my other hand reaching down to touch my aching chest before its suddenly yanked down to the arm rest.

"No playing with yourself in class young lady" Mori snaps, her stern character returning before she begins to chuckle once again. "And as for what I did... I did nothing aside from bringing your choices to life" she explains, waving her hand as the sound of shuffling cardboard fills the room. I watch as my tableau slowly spread out in front of me, my eyes going wide as it all begins to sink in.

"I... what did..." I gasp, squeezing my legs together with a wince as I feel the dripping drool from my pussy soak through the cheap material of my pants and coat my slender thighs. "Turn me..."

"Back?" Mori muses, looking down at the tiny red young woman staggering about in her palm. "But we still have so much more to play" she states, throwing the miniature me into the air as it suddenly appears along with the board on the desk. I feel the clattering of plastic dice fill my palm as my mouth hangs open in shock.

"Now..." Mori coos, taking a deep breath as her eyes narrow in on me. "Let's start the next round."

Game of Lives - Part Three

Bawling my eyes out and clenching my jaw I quiver and whimper on the floor, my lanky limbs sprawling out as the heat slowly begins to dissipate. Drenched in sweat and panting heavily I barely register the soft and pitched up tone encompassing each pathetic utterance from my lips.

"The first one's the hardest" Mori chuckles, watching me splay out on the floor. "Especially after such a long round. Now, go enjoy your recess" she coos giddily, licking her lips with a sense of voracious hunger. "Some of us need to eat."

Suddenly, darkness consumes my vision and silence surrounds my senses. I feel a though I am adrift for a moment, my limbs floating through something warm and dense before suddenly the momentary reprieve ends with a sudden and painful slam.

Game of Lives - Part Two

Swallowing hard I read over the options, my skin crawling and stomach sinking as I try my best to understand what any of these conditions even mean. Before I can even process half of what's on the cards I'm snapped out of my stupor by Mori.

"We're ready to start" she coos warmly, biting her lower lip with anticipation. Suddenly, with a slight rattle I feel the dice appear in my sweaty palm. Clutching them with shaking hands I stare at the woman on the TV, freezing in place as I contemplate simply not rolling the dice at all.

"I know what you're thinking..." she coos softly, wriggling her hips as she strides around her little desk. "If you don't roll them, I will" she states, she gaze narrowing and her lips pursing at the thought. "And I'll be the one picking your card, so if you know what's good for you... Roll!" 

Quivering in place, my muscles locked as I find myself unable to leave a seated state, I let out a low whimper. Tilting my hand to the side I let the dice fall, the cheap plastic clattering to the ground with a cheer soon following from the woman on the screen.

Game of Lives - Part One

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RE: Skill Shapers - Part Two

Heaving up from his chair a little, the man reaches out towards me. His hand trembles slightly as he struggles to hold the jostling pink vial, his fingers lacking much in the way of dexterity as he tries his best to extend the offering out without dropping it to the floor.

With a quivering hand I reach up, taking the sweat slickened vial with a wince. It's hard to tell if the thing is warm thanks to the shimmering pink liquid inside or from the layer of foul sweat that clings to the glass thanks to the grasp of the flabby man across from me.

"Well..." he asks, nodding towards the vial. "If you want to accept your new role go right ahead, otherwise I think were done here tod..."

"No no..." I blurt out, reaching for the label only for it to fall off thanks to the sweat soaking through it. I choke out a faint smile, trying my best to look happy with the situation. I slowly open the lid of the vial, the liquid inside shifting as if reacting to the fresh air slowly streaming inside. As the lid slides off I slowly bring the glass to my mouth, my free hand reaching down to turn the label over.

With the top of the bottle only an inch or two from my lips I slowly squeak out. "I'm more than happy to trying being a...Food Service and Business Owner?"

Skill Shapers - Part Two

Heaving up from his chair a little, the man reaches out towards me. His hand trembles slightly as he struggles to hold the jostling pink vial, his fingers lacking much in the way of dexterity as he tries his best to extend the offering out without dropping it to the floor.

With a quivering hand I reach up, taking the sweat slickened vial with a wince. It's hard to tell if the thing is warm thanks to the shimmering pink liquid inside or from the layer of foul sweat that clings to the glass thanks to the grasp of the flabby man across from me.

"Well..." he asks, nodding towards the vial. "If you want to accept your new role go right ahead, otherwise I think were done here tod..."

"No no..." I blurt out, reaching for the label only for it to fall off thanks to the sweat soaking through it. I choke out a faint smile, trying my best to look happy with the situation. I slowly open the lid of the vial, the liquid inside shifting as if reacting to the fresh air slowly streaming inside. As the lid slides off I slowly bring the glass to my mouth, my free hand reaching down to turn the label over.

With the top of the bottle only an inch or two from my lips I slowly squeak out. "I'm more than happy to trying being a... Travel & Entertainment?" I wheeze in confusion, squinting a little as I try to piece together just what the label means in my mind.

Skill Shapers - Part One

Sitting in the small office, the ticking of the small clock on the wall falling far behind my racing heart, I tap my fingers nervously against the arms of my seat. The well worn padding of the cheap office chair does little in way of providing any sense of comfort, the wooden base of the seat easily being felt beneath me as I shift awkwardly in my seat.

My nails click dully against the coarse plastic armrest, my arms remaining held at my side as I try to take up as little space as I can in the tiny shoebox of an office. Beyond the small desk in front of me sits a rather bored and disinterested looking man in his late forties, a poor excuse of a comb over drawing the eyes to his shiny pale head. His large and doughy frame strains a similarly heavily worn seat, the arm rests jabbing into his sides and squishing his flab as he reads over the forms on his desk.

"Well..." he mutters in a low and huffing gargle, coughing slightly as he clears his throat. "It looks like we may actually have something for you" he muses, moving a set of stumpy sausage-like fingers to his thick walrus mustache before stroking it in deep thought.

Reaching down to his desk he slowly begins to open and close various drawers, a faint clinking of glass and metal echoing out of each one as he strains his beady eyes at the contents within.

"Really!" I croak, a cold sweat quickly beading up on my forehead and back as I watch him search for something in the drawers. A faint glow slips up from each draw as he opens it, an eerie pink light emanating up and over the man's sickly pale skin.

"High social aptitude..." he grunts, his voice coming out in a heavy sigh as he leans further down and forces the air from his lungs. "Educated, a diverse range of customer service jobs in your history. I'm sure we can find something for you in..." he mutters, reaching into a drawer and fishing around with a deep sense of concentration as he is bathed in blue light.