Be Sweet

Megan walked alongside her brother as the trail wound down from the mountain at the center from the island in a comfortable, contented silence. She’d known Jake had wanted to talk, but had also never been much of a conversation starter in her own right. But the night air was balmy and pleasant, and she didn’t mind either the quiet or his company.

“So…how are you doing with all this?” Jake said finally.

She made the same see-saw gesture AJ had a few moments ago.

“I mean…all of this is still exceedingly weird, and I don’t want to be stuck here anymore than anyone else does. I also feel absolutely awful about the…incident…in the library,” She said, then brightened slightly. "But in the broad scope, things are going reasonably well! I’m currently at the top of the leader boards, and my changes are minimal.”

Jake barked a laugh.

“Minimal? Megs, you barely look like yourself!”

Megan shrugged.

“Looks are just looks,” She said. “I didn’t care much before. Why would I let it bother me now?”

He shook his head in disbelief, but she continued.

“When you consider that some of the others are questioning their own minds, or beholden to some complex new life mechanics, it looks like I’ve gotten off easy. I’m still entirely my own woman, and considering my expectations about performance, I’m doing fairly well.”

She left out about the new heat rising inside of her. She was actually headed toward the library to remedy that as best she could. In truth, wild horses couldn’t have dragged that information out of her, and if she told anyone at all, it certainly wasn’t going to be her own brother.

Jake listened, absorbing what she had to say.

“I am really proud of you,” He said. “I begged Leah to let you go. But here you are, in number one despite what a shitty hand this is for you.”

Megan felt a little swell of pride at that.

“Thanks, Jake,” She said.

“What’s your plan going forward?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” She admitted. “Keep being myself and hope people like it, I suppose. Try hard in the challenges. I can do both of those things easily enough, and while it might not be enough to win, it can certainly avoid elimination.”

She shrugged.

“Honestly…some of this is kind of cool. It’s…neat to know that people like me. And I’m making friends. Maybe it’s not so bad?”

Jake smiled.

“If there’s one thing I’ve never had any doubt in, it’s that people would like you,” He said. “This whole thing fucking sucks, but if there's any silver lining her at all...I'm glad to see you come out of your shell a bit.”

He put his arm over her shoulder and gave her a squeeze…and then things went crazy.

The blue, polka dot dress Megan wore tightened around her body, shrinking up her expanded ass and thighs until she could feel the night air against the lower swell of her rear. It coiled around her breasts, constricting her breathing, the bra beneath it sinking painfully into her chest. Her leggings were stretched thin around her shapely rear and thighs.

“Megan?” Jake cried, alarmed. “What’s going on?”

“I…I don’t kn-know,” She stammered, doubling over.

The effect was clear. Megan’s dress now appeared painted on her expanded curves, so tight around her butt that she was afraid to split it. Her enlarged breasts pressed tight against the fabric, creating a deep well of cleavage against what had previously been a conservatively cut neckline.

Megan turned to try to get a better look at herself, terrified she’d changed again. But a closer inspection revealed that she hadn’t. It was more like her clothing had shrunken against her. As maneuvered to get a better look, the heels of her Chelsea’s caught on something, and she fell to the ground with an “Eep!” of surprise.

She heard something tear as she landed, and realized with a start that the skirt had split around her ass and up to her spine. Her breasts had spilled out the front of her dress as well. Above her, Jake looked away sharply.

“Oh my god! Are you alright?” He asked.

“I think so…” Megan said as she struggled to her feet.

Vainly, she struggled to stuff her breasts back into her dress, then gave up with a huff and draped her arm over them. She realized that between her panties shrinking into her backside and the skirt of the dress torn, anyone looking would be given a tantalizing view of her rear. She moaned pitifully.

“Megs, what the hell just happened?” Jake asked, still refusing to look at her.

“I don’t know,” She repeated, adjusting her skewed glasses with her free hand.

Once she could see again she immediately moved to hold her skirt back together.

“I have a theory, though…” She grumbled. “Exe bought a thing to make my clothes fit me after I changed. It must have worn off, but it was supposed to be for a week…”

“Megan…are you sure you should trust her?” Jake asked, still turned away. “She didn’t…I don’t know, remove it from you or give you one that didn’t work as long as she said it would, did she?”

Megan thought that over, then shook her head.

“No. I double checked it myself,” She said. “Besides…what does it really accomplish to her for my clothes to stop fitting all of a sudden?”

“Nothing, I suppose. Other than embarrassing you, maybe.”

That’s when it clicked.

“I bet this is my new curse!” She said. “That…y’know, sexy stuff would happen to me.”

Jake sighed.

“That does make the most sense,” He said, stripping off his shirt, “Here. That should get you back to your room, at least.”

Megan accepted it graciously, slipping it on over her tattered dress.

“Thank you,” She said, buttoning it in place. “That should get me home, at least.”

Jake sighed and shook his head, finally turning back to her.

“This…kinda thing is going to happen to us a lot, isn’t it?”

“Probably,” She grumbled. “I’m sure it’ll happen a lot in any case, but I think you’re right. It probably will activate more often when I’m around you.”

Jake frowned.

“Maybe we should stay away from each other,” He suggested.

Megan shook her head.

“No! Please!” She said, hating how **** that sounded.

She didn’t want Jake to avoid her. She needed someone she knew around that she could trust. And she liked the trust that he, AJ and Farra had placed in her.

“Jake…You literally just gave me the shirt off your back,” She said, tugging on it for emphasis. “If I’m cursed to get into these weird, awkward situations…I know you’ll be there to take care of me.”

He smiled at that, and the two exchanged a hug.

*****

Emily waited for him in the darkness, grateful that for once, he’d chosen not to be so punctual. She didn’t know what was keeping, but it had given her time to prepare. She’d figured out the lighting and the sound system, touched up her makeup, and gotten into position.

She was surprised she’d been able to come up here at all. By the letter of the rules, the master and only the master was allowed to access the suite themselves. But when she’d experimentally tried her card anyway, the elevator had welcomed her up as “Tonight’s Paramour”.

“Fuck you,” She’d told the elevator as it ascended. “I’m his girlfriend.”

When it chimed later on, to indicate that it was returning once more, she waited until the light spilled out from the shaft, then closed again. Only when Jake was shrouded in darkness again did she press the button on the remote she’d found.

Warm light and soft music filled the suite’s upper chamber. Jake, clearly fumbling in the dark for a light switch, looked around in surprise.

That’s when Emily arose from the hot tub, a cascade of water falling along her curvy body. She’d grown her hair out to her upper thighs, and it flowed around her in a glistening pink and gold curtain that clung to her curvy, naked body.

Jake’s eyes widened as they found her.

“Holy shit…” He said, immediately standing at attention. “Baby, you look incredible.”

Emily sauntered toward him, her head held high and a sway in her hips.

“Sorry for the wait, Mr. Cooper,” She breathed, echoing what she’d planned to say to him during their workplace hookup.

He placed his hands on her hips as she approached him, and she leaned in until their bare chests touched.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

Jake’s only reply was a grunt. He pulled her into a passionate kiss. His hands, normally so gentle, explored her body with a boyish eagerness that brought a muffled giggle from her lips.

Emily gasped as his lips moved from her mouth to her neck, sucking on it hard as his hands fell to her oversized breasts. Her nipples stiffened as his thumbs teased them, and she let out a soft cry. By the time he grabbed her roughly by the ass and hauled her in closer, she ached in anticipation.

“I’m sorry I was so late,” He started to say. “I…”

She stopped him with a quick, greedy kiss.

“No talking. We can talk later,” She breathed. “The only thing I want…right now…is for you to shove me against a wall and fuck my brains out.”

He let out a guttural sound of approval. Jake’s fingers dug into her shapely ass almost painfully, and then he was lifting her. She twined the fingers around the back of his neck, and wrapped her long legs around his hips as he strode to the desk by the bed. Clumsily, he cleared it with a quick swipe of his arms.

No sooner had he placed her on it than she began to fumble at his jeans. He was rock hard beneath them. Shaking with pent up desire and anticipation, she fumbled at his shorts, and in the end, it was he who had to unbutton them and yank them down.

“Ohmygod, Jake…” She moaned, “You have no idffff”

But it was his turn to shut her up, placing a rough finger on her lips with the shake of his head.

“You said no talk,” He reminded her. “You wanted it rough, and you’re going to get it.”

She let out a squeal of delight as he grabbed her by the shoulders and laid her across the desk. It wasn’t nearly long enough for her, but he grabbed her waist and dragged her to him until her ass was just hanging over the lip. With strong hands, he pinned her in place, and then he was inside of her, grunting and thrusting.

Emily threw back her head and cried out as he took her. This was not their normal lovemaking, where two bodies became one and she gave as good as she got. This was raw and primal; scary, even, though that somehow made it all the more intense. In the brief moment she was even able to look up at him, she found eyes of hungry blue fire looking down on her. Then another powerful thrust pushed her head back again, and her hair pooled on the floor beneath her.

Emily screamed, and a moment later, Jake exploded inside of her.

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They did move to the bed after that, or more accurately, he moved her there. He was normally so gentle with her that she forgot how strong he was. But as he lifted her up and brought her down roughly on the soft mattress, she remembered, and immediately ached for more.

“Was that what you wanted?” He asked as he fell in beside her, slick and smelling of sweat.

She gave him a tired nod as she curled up against him.

“That was amazing…” She said, dreamily.

Jake placed his hand on her ass with a swat, then pulled her atop him.

No secret was his favorite part of me is.

Her head nestled against his shoulder, she began to doze.

*****

She was in the library. She didn’t know why, just that it was very important to be there. Her hair was done up in pigtails that draped over her shoulders to settle alongside her oversized chest. Improbably, she wore a pair of glasses, despite never doing so, and a pair of canvas shoes with knee-socks. Otherwise, she was naked.

She took a book from the shelf, and brought it over to the study area, taking a seat at one of the large wooden tables. Opening it, she squinted down at the letters and numbers before her. None of them made any sense, and now matter how hard she concentrated, nothing would clarify.

“Uhm…excuse me,” A familiar voice said from behind her.

It was firm, and clear, but strangely timid.

Emily whirled to find Megan standing behind her. She wore a tiny pencil skirt, her long legs otherwise bare, and a white, polka dot blouse that seemed almost painted onto her generous breasts. She looked down at Emily through her glasses, her hair done up in a braided ponytail that left her cute face framed by two long bangs.

“Oh, uh…hi,” Emily said.

She was caught off guard by Megan’s sudden appearance, and how beautiful it was. How had she never noticed before?

“I’m really sorry,” Megan said, “But I’m afraid you’re in violation of the dress code. Because…y’know…you’re not dressed in anything at all.”

Emily bit her lip.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Cooper,” She said. “I can’t wear anything. It’s a curse.”

Distantly, Emily realized this was a dream. Why else would she call her that?

“I know…but rules are rules,” Megan said, almost apologetically. “I’m afraid if you don’t rectify your violation, I’m going to have to discipline you.”

She looked up at the librarian, fearful.

“I…I can’t! You know I can’t!”

Megan shook her head and sighed.

“Stand up. I’m sorry I have to do this.”

Emily did as she asked, and watched as she produced an unusually thick teacher’s pointing stick.

“Turn around,” Megan said, motioning with it. “The sooner you get it over with, the easier it’ll be.”

She bit her lip, but did as she was bid, feeling a flush of heat as she bent down and bared her exposed ass to the librarian.

“Sorry!” Megan squeaked, and Emily reflected, with some amusement, that even in her wet dreams, Megan was apparently over-apologetic.

She heard a whistling sound as the stick was brought down hard against her ass. Megan swatted her four more times, Emily crying out each time it struck her.

“Ow! Megan! That stings!” She cried.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw Megan give a guilty cringe.

“I know, I know,” She said. “Let me make it up to you.”

A moment later, the blunt, gripping end of the stick was probing Emily’s thighs, then the folds of her pussy. As it slid inside her, Emily shuddered, gripping the sides of the desk. But then she kept shaking, and shaking, and…

*****

Jake watched with some relief as Emily’s pale blue blinked opened, confused, at first, then focusing in on him as he gently shook her.

“You okay?” He asked, mostly because he had no idea what else to say.

She sat up, shaking her head. Her hair had shrunk to shoulder length as they’d slept that night, and was immaculately styled despite having no business being anything but a tangled mess.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” She said. “Just having a dream.”

She didn’t need to tell him what it was about. In the time he’d been up, he’d definitely made “Megan” and “Ms. Cooper” out among her otherwise incoherent moans.

Emily stretched and yawned, looking vaguely catlike in the morning sun.

“Do you have anything to eat?” She asked. “I skipped dinner last night and I am starving.”

Jake smiled.

“Way ahead of you. I ordered us breakfast already,” He said, tracing a finger along her spine. “Bacon egg and cheese bodega sandwich for you, breakfast tacos for me.”

“Mmm…my hero,” She said, rolling over to kiss him.

She left to shower while he put on a bathrobe. A few minutes later, the elevator buzzed. Jake found Amelia waiting at the monitor clad in a dress that was little more than a skimpy black nightie with an apron tied around it. Fishnet stockings encased her shapely, olive legs and her thick dark hair was done up in a bun.

“Bonjour Maître. J'ai apporté ton petit-déjeuner.” She said into the speaker.

Jake hadn’t the faintest idea what that meant, but the silver tray and thermos she carried with her implied it was their breakfast. He buzzed her up.

She stepped out of the elevator just in time for Emily to emerge from the shower, a pair of slippers and a towel around her hair her only concessions to clothing. She jumped as she saw the maid.

Amelia turned to her and bowed, a stricken look on her face.

“Je m'excuse, madame!” She said, quickly, “Je ne voulais pas vous interrompre!”

As she bent, Jake caught a glimpse of the white lace thong she wore beneath the dress, as well as a good look at her shapely ass. He blushed and looked away. Even before all this, Jake had fantasies about Amelia. In spite of the horrifying nature of the situation, they couldn’t help but percolate now.

“Uhm, that’s okay, Amelia,” He said, watching her stand up. “I think that’ll be all.”

She performed a curtsy, then began her way back to the elevator, but Jake raised a hand to stop her.

“Uhm…Amelia,” He said. “Can you, uh…drop by to talk some time? I want to…”

To what? Fix this? Fat chance of that. Apologize? It wasn’t even really his fault.

“...talk, sometime.” He finally said.

“Oui,” The maid agreed with a bow, “Je serais content de.”

He sighed as she departed.

“Poor thing,” Emily said with her hands on her hips.

“Yeah,” Jake said with a sigh. ‘I need to get with Leah and see if there’s anything we can do for her. Hell, just understanding her would be a start.”

“Yeah, and there’s probably other stuff you should talk to her about,” Emily agreed. “I bet there’s some perks of your new…position, or whatever, that you should talk with her about.”

He gave his girlfriend a puzzled look.

“You seem surprisingly cool with both those things,” He said. “Me being alone with Leah and embracing the whole master thing.”

She placed her hands on the cart and began to wheel it out to the balcony.

“Babe, come on,” She said. “We should talk about some stuff. But after we eat. I need to inhale this fucking sandwich.”

They ate overlooking the island, and the sun still rising over it. If he could say nothing else for his time here, the view from his balcony was the most stunning he had ever seen. They ate mostly in a comfortable silence, sharing only appreciative glances and idle small talk about the view and the food.

When they finished, Emily stood and unfurled her towel, letting her luxurious pink and gold hair fall to the swell of her ass. It was styled into slight waves that curled into ringlets at the small of her back. She leaned against the railing and stood on the balls of her feet, giving him a whole new view to appreciate.

“Y’know,” She said, looked over her shoulder with a playful toss of her hair. “I don’t really want to keep this Godiva thing but I will definitely miss my hair taking care of itself like this.”

Jake met her eyes over the bridge of his sunglasses.

“Yeah…it’s time we talked about that, babe.”

She shook her head.

“Almost, but not quite yet.”

Emily slid up to him and gave him a kiss. As her perfect new breasts brushed against the front of his robe, he had to fight the urge to push her up against the balcony and fuck her there for all the world to see.

He drew her into his lap instead.

“Okay,” He said, finally. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Us,” She said. “And how this stupid show affects us.”

Jake nodded. He’d known this conversation needed to happen, but he’d hoped to have her relatively normal before it did. Still, he knew better than to argue with her.

“‘Us’ as in the way your changes affect us, or ‘Us’ as in the way these other women I’m supposed to be in charge of do?”

“Both,” Emily said at once.

Jake sighed.

“I’ve already told you I’m not going to cheat on you,” He said. “I don’t know what to promise you beyond that.”

“Jake…” She said, and he could tell an argument was coming.

He felt a flash of anger. Why didn’t anyone believe him? He’d never been unfaithful before. Neglectful, maybe. Selfish, on occasion. But he’d never cheated on anyone. Why would they suddenly believe he’d want to start-

“I don't care if you stay faithful or not," She said. "Not here, with all this going on."

He stopped, blinking.

“I’m sorry…what?”

Emily turned to face him, straddling his hips and resting her hands on her shoulders. Their eyes met, and held.

“Jake, I care about you a lot. And I know that being a good guy means a lot to you,” She said. “But…this is a pretty out there situation. I know you’re gonna be tempted, and if you slip…well, honestly that’s one less woman who’s probably going to end up like Amelia.”

For a moment, all Jake could do was gape at her. Finally, she sighed.

“Look, I'm not like, excited about you fooling around on me,” She said. “But **** times, and stuff.”

“I…Emily,” He protested. “I’m not going to…pity fuck the other guests.”

Emily rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, obviously,” She said. “I mean, they’re so hideous, right?”

“Emily. Be serious.”

“I am!” She objected. “You’re surrounded by gorgeous women who have life preserving incentive to fuck you. You're a really great guy, but better guys than you would give into that.”

She bit her lip.

“Also, I’m kinda being tempted myself.”

“What?” Jake asked, wide eyed. “With the other girls?”

She put a hand on her hip.

“You knew I was bi when we started dating,” She said. “Head fuckery aside, and there’s plenty of that going on, that wasn’t just something I told you about to sound sexy. I’ve dated other women before, you know.”

“I did, I did,” He admitted.

He tried to think of her with Farra, Loretta or Rachel…and found he liked the idea more than he cared to admit. Emily giggled as she watched his face.

She made a show of straightening and looking dignified, a real chore considering her nudity.

“Here's what I propose," She said, "A don't ask, don't tell policy. Whatever happens in the suite stays in the suite.”

Emily’s eyes darted off toward the sunset as she proposed it. He wondered which of the others she was thinking about. The thought stiffened him beneath his robe, regardless.

“Can I…think that over?” He asked after a moment. “It’s kind of momentous to just spring on me.”

“Sure,” She said. “Just don't do that thing where you decide not to decide forever, okay?”

He nodded, then placed his hands on her hips and kissed her.

“Whatever happens, you’re still my girlfriend.”

Emily giggled, drawing a hand to his ass.

“I fuckin’ better be.” She said, returning the kiss.

“What about that other part? Your changes and stuff?” He asked.

“Well…” She said, shifting a bit nervously. “Correct me if I’m like, totally misreading you here, but I get this sense that you’re a bit…nervous about this whole submission kink they’ve given me. Like you’re uncomfortable with it.”

Jake frowned. This felt like a trap. She wasn’t really the type of girl that ever laid traps for him, but it felt like one all the same.

“Babe, these transformations are really fucked up. I don’t want to end up taking advantage of you.”

But Emily was shaking her head.

“You’re not. And even more than that, I don’t know if it'll ever go away,” She said. “And if it doesn't…why shouldn’t we try to enjoy it?”

He furrowed his brow.

“You want me to boss you around?”

She shrugged.

“So…I know you got really mad about Hannah and stuff. But just her telling me to do those little things like that? It was one of the hottest things that’s ever happened to me," She said. "And you know what they say about lemons and lemonade."

Jake’s face twisted.

“It was awful of her,” He said. “She was pushing you around to get back at me, and taking advantage of something you had no control over! Don’t push me on this, Em.”

But Emily’s face contorted into its own cross expression.

“Would you listen to yourself for a second?” She replied, hotly. “If you don’t think I have any control over my changes, why do you think Hannah has any control over hers? They’re doing this to all of us, Jake. I’m not the only one who’s head’s been fucked with.”

Jake opened his mouth to protest, then blinked. He couldn’t think of anything to say, because he knew she was right. Why had he held Hannah to such a different standard?

“Fuck…” He said, abashed. Then a thought struck him. “Is that that what you were mad at me for earlier? Blowing up on Hannah.”

Emily’s expression softened, and she leaned in to kiss him.

“It was. Just…try to remember that we’re all going through a lot, okay?" She said, stroking his hair. "Besides, I’m a grown woman, not a little girl. I let her do it because I was enjoying it. And if I’m going to be stuck like this, I wanna enjoy it with my boyfriend.”

Jake suddenly felt ashamed. For all his talk of women’s equality, and wanting a partner in his relationships, he hadn’t even stopped to ask Emily what she wanted. And hell, she wasn’t even wrong; if her mind was to be twisted by the game, why shouldn’t they try to enjoy as best they could?

He hugged her tight.

“Okay, babe. We can talk about that,” He agreed. “But right now, we need to talk about you.”

Emily nodded, sliding out of his lap. She posed, then twirled to give him a better look at her.

“So…what stays, and what goes?”

Jake shook his head.

“I really shouldn’t mess around with this,” He said. “The audience already gave you the fantasy thing, so I’m just going to go with that.”

They both waited in anticipation for a moment, but nothing seemed to happen.

“Was that an official choice?” She asked after a moment, before hefting her breasts. “Because these aren’t…y’know, smaller or whatever.”

“I mean, yeah, it was supposed to be,” Jake said, irritated. “I pick Random Attraction.”

Still, nothing changed.

“Well, shit,” She said with a sigh. “I guess you can’t pick that one. Pick another.”

He frowned. He’d put a lot of thought into doubling down on what she already had. Absent that, he wasn’t sure what to do.

“I guess I should pick the magical boob job, then,” He said. “It’s not my first choice, but it’s the least harmful second.”

Emily made a frustrated little whimper, then straightened. Jake gave her an exasperated glare.

“I’m sorry, is that choice a problem for you?”

“I…no!” She said with a sigh. “I mean…it shouldn’t be.”

She huffed, crossing her arms.

“Look, what do you wanna pick?” She pressed. “That was the whole point, right? Do you want me with huge boobs?”

“Not really,” He said with a sigh. In truth, he liked her more bottom heavy. “But I want you to be safe and semi-normal more than anything, and that’s the best way to keep it that way.”

Emily rubbed her temples in frustration.

“No…no, you’re right. That’s just my fetish talking,” She said. “Like, I get you just wanna do what’s best for me, but part of me just wants you to go for it.”

“Go for it? Em, this is your life!” He objected.

He was losing his patience with this, and his temper in turn.

“Maybe I should just leave you how you are, huh? You don’t get to turn back until I say so, right? What if I just refused to make a choice and left you like this forever!”

Emily backed up. His anger had clearly taken her aback, but there was something else. Her posture stiffened, and her right hand traced down her bare belly. His outburst wasn’t just upsetting her; it had turned her on!

He had no intention of actually leaving her this way, of course. In fact, he was more set than ever on going easy on her, if for no other reason than her being so difficult about it. But as his anger receded, he found he was actually having fun toying with her like this. He’d leave her twisting just a little bit longer.

“Or I’ll just leave you exposed all the time,” He said, standing over her. “You really want nothing but your hair to cover up with the next time we visit your parents?”

“Oh god…please don’t…” She cooed, though now her hands were roaming his chest, and she pulled herself closer to him.

Now, even she was in on the game. Jake grinned.

“Or if you really wanna be bullied, maybe I’ll just leave everyone else with the urge to do it for me. That’d be-”

He was interrupted when Emily screamed, backing up into the rail as she looked down at her chest. Suddenly, the urge to keep pushing her was gone. And he realized with mounting horror that while her breasts were receding back to their normal size, her hair was still flowing around her waist.

“Jake!” Emily asked, her blue eyes wide. “Did you just…accidentally pick?”

He had, of course. And as the realization of what he’d done to his supportive, understanding girlfriend hit him, guilt came crashing down with it.