(Originally written by: LGV)
Cindy's face flooded with six different shades of red. Of all the questions the game could have asked, this was quite possible the absolute worst. It was the kind of question that could ruin friendships and in a game like this, alienating the others was hardly a good idea.
When it came to erotica, Cindy was a rather prolific author. She had published hundreds of stories online, featuring situations as diverse as Edward Cullen going at it with Supergirl and Fred Flinstone taking a dip into Daphne from Scooby-Doo. She was well aware of the bizarre nature of these stories, but for Cindy, that's what made them so damn hot.
In truth, though, the weirdest stories she had ever written involved non-fictional characters. They all starred Cindy herself, sporting a wide variety of powers, such as super-speed and super-strength. In these stories she'd utilized these talents not for crime fighting, but for sex. And most embarrassingly of all were her targets; Cindy had written chapters upon chapters involving her dear friends Katy, Marla. Countless scenarios of Cindy doing such lewd acts as using her strength to hold down and have her way with the tall Marla. Or using her super-speed to violate Katy without her knowledge.
"You answer, Cindy?" the game asked, breaking her concentration. As horrifying as it was going to be to admit her fantasies, it was better than the alternative. Better than becoming a statue.
"Y-yes," she stuttered, her body fighting against the admission. "My weirdest story... My weirdest story is probably the ones were I use my super-powers to have my w-way with Katy and Marla."
"¡Ay, caramba!" Catalina remarked, backing from Cindy in disgust. The mild mannered Marla followed in suit, too shocked to utter more than a gasp.
"Well, that's not your weirdest one," the game argued, "but with the amount you've written, I'm not suprised you don't remember. We'll consider that good enough. Go ahead, take your role."
Cindy picked up the die, dodging the nasty glares being thrown at her. She let fall gently to the table, where it came up four.
"That four puts you on a duplication square. Now, normally I'd just offer you on doubling up your body parts, but since we just had a player removed from the game, I'm feeling a little creative. You can either grow a second pair of tits, as I've suggested, or you can be cloned."
"A clone?" she asked.
"Yes, a perfect clone. It will act independently, but appearance and personality-wise, it'll be exactly the same.
She mulled over the decision for a good bit, before deciding upon...
