tell Tina and Veronica that whenever they drive you anywhere that the only vehicle allowed is the Blackwood Sovereign SUV when aske why you respond with you seven and half foot height makes getting into cars such as a Lamborghini or Ferrari next to impossible and uncomfortable. then Return to the game room and continue preparations for tonight's game night, discussing potential games with Vivienne
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You approach Tina and Veronica as they continue testing their enhanced driving abilities, both women flushed and panting from continuous orgasms while maintaining perfect control of their vehicles.
"Both of you, listen up," you command, your seven-and-a-half-foot frame casting a shadow across the driveway. "From now on, whenever you're driving me anywhere, the only vehicle you're permitted to use is the Blackwood Sovereign SUV."
Tina brings the Lamborghini to a perfect stop, her pierced eyebrow raising in question. "Why the fuck not this beauty, boss? It's got some serious goddamn power under the hood."
"Because," you explain, gesturing to your towering height, "my seven-and-a-half-foot height makes getting into cars like the Lamborghini or Ferrari next to impossible and uncomfortable. The SUV is the only vehicle where I don't have to fold myself in half just to sit down."
Veronica nods immediately, her blue-streaked blonde hair bobbing as she shifts in her seat, visibly shuddering from another orgasm. "Makes perfect fucking sense. Your comfort comes first, always."
"We'll use the fuck out of those sweet rides for other errands though, right?" Tina asks, her multiple facial piercings catching the afternoon sunlight as she grins wickedly. "Would be a waste to let these beauties just sit in the garage."
"Of course," you confirm. "Use them for any other tasks. Just not when I'm riding along."
Both women nod in enthusiastic agreement, their devotion evident despite their crude exterior aesthetics. You leave them to their testing and make your way back into the mansion, heading directly for the game room.
Vivienne's projection materializes as you enter, her voluptuous form now dressed in a chess queen costume that leaves little to the imagination, massive breasts barely contained by a low-cut bodice adorned with chess pieces.
"Welcome back, Mistress Jane," she greets you warmly. "I've been compiling optimal game selections for tonight's gathering."
The room has been transformed since you left. The massive custom gaming table now features inlaid LED lighting that subtly highlights different play areas. The snacks have been artfully arranged on tiered platters, and the board games are displayed on illuminated shelves along the walls.
"What did you have in mind for tonight?" you ask, examining the impressive collection.
Vivienne's projection walks you through the options, her avatar's high heels clicking on the hardwood floor despite having no actual physical presence.
"For strategic depth, I recommend Twilight Imperium Fourth Edition," she suggests, gesturing to the massive box. "A six-hour galactic conquest game that will truly test everyone's abilities. For something shorter but equally engaging, Nemesis offers a tense semi-cooperative experience where players might secretly be working against each other."
She moves to another shelf. "For pure entertainment value, Cards Against Humanity with our custom mansion expansion pack featuring transformation-themed cards. And for something more intimate, Strip Poker with transformation penalties could be quite entertaining."
You consider the options, running your hand over the various game boxes. "What about starting with something accessible to warm everyone up, then moving to something more strategic?"
"An excellent progression," Vivienne agrees, her projection adjusting a chess piece hanging from her necklace. "Perhaps begin with Secret Hitler to establish the evening's deceptive tone, follow with Lords of Waterdeep for mid-weight strategy, then conclude with Terraforming Mars for those still standing?"
"Perfect," you nod approvingly. "And the physical transformation penalties for losers?"
"I've prepared these," Vivienne says, materializing a tray of small crystalline tokens. "Each contains a temporary transformation effect. Cat ears and tails for the first round losers, fantasy race features for the second round—elven ears, dwarven beards that match hair color regardless of gender—and for the final game, temporary mythological transformations like Medusa hair or minotaur horns."
You examine the tokens, impressed with her creativity within your established boundaries. "These will work nicely. Make sure everyone understands these are temporary and will disappear by morning."
"Of course, Mistress," Vivienne confirms, her projection making final adjustments to the game display. "The transformation field is calibrated for exactly 8 hours of effect duration. I've also taken the liberty of preparing personalized drinks based on everyone's preferences."
As you finalize preparations, you can't help but appreciate how perfectly your transformed servants accommodate your every desire, whether it's driving comfort or entertainment preferences.