Game Changers

“May I have eXeQT now, please. Gods, please tell me I don’t have to say that bloody name every time I call you.”

“Exe is fine. That’s what most of my fans call me,” the streamer said as she strolled forward.

She kept her chin held high, and stood up straight Unlike these other fools, Exe realized she was playing for an audience. This was a reality show, which meant the audience was here for two things; vicarious entertainment from their favorite “characters”, and schadenfreude for this least favorite. She was determined to be the former, and that meant appearing proud and enthused about the whole thing. So she hoped, anyway.

“Whatcha got for me, Leah?”

"Personally, my favorite option came in last. I'd have rather enjoyed watched the audience jerk you around a little," Leah said. "But other than Rachel, you had the second largest route, with 56% of our voters choosing state sheet for you."

Exe fought a frown off her face. Fansevice and Feedback were her preferred choices too. Either would have played to her strengths. This...she had no idea how it would work.

Suddenly, a holographic image appeared in front of her. It showed a page of stats; mental from the looks of them.

Charm: 9/10 (Enchanting)
Intelligence: 6/10 (Average)
Will: 8/10 (Independent)
Wisdom: 4/10 (Poor)
Sexuality: 5/10 (Controlled)

"Charm is how good you are at winning over others," Leah said. "Intelligence your mental capacity and processing power. Will determines your independence and will power, and wisdom your emotional intelligence and common sense. Finally, sexuality shows you how well you can control your libido and modesty."

Exe couldn't hold back her irritation.

"My common sense is not that bad."

Leah only shrugged.

"Our analysis says otherwise," She said. "Of course, that's only one page."

The image shifted, this time showing a block of physical stats.

Breasts: 9 (Busty)
Beauty: 8 (Beautiful)
Hips: 7 (Womanly)
Fitness: 5 (Average)
Legs: 7 (Shapely)

Irritation now blossomed into outright offense.

"So you're grading my body?" She asked testily.

Leah arched an eyebrow.

"That's the part you're upset about?" She asked.

Exe ignored her.

"This is all...fascinating," She said. "But I don't understand what it does for the game."

"Well for starters, it will give you a sense of what you've lost and what you've gained over the rounds," Leah said. "And you'll find that certain types of 'equipment' can influence your stats. You can buy it from our stores, win it in matches or be **** to wear it as punishment. We have status effects and a perk and penalty system planned around it as well."

"I see," Exe said, a smile returning to her lips. "So you're gamifying my life, essentially. I'll admit, that's kinda clever."

Leah looked at her coolly, and Exe understood something. She didn't want them to be happy with the game. Well, fuck her, anyway.

Then the hostess smiled at her.

"Also, up to twice per round, you can redistribute up to 5 points," She said. "Allow me to demonstrate."

The floating stat sheet switched back over to the mental side. Exe gasped as Leah subtracted three points from her intelligence, leaving her at 3 (Stupid). She also grabbed 2 points from her sexuality, dropping it to 3 (Slutty). The screen shifted over to her physical attributes, where two points were added to her breasts (11 - Overstuffed), while 3 to her hips (10 - Huge).

Her ass and breasts both grew, the latter riding up her skirt until its bottom swell was exposed. Both her hips and butt seemed to grow. Her breasts, already large, expanded to truly enormous proportions. At the same time, her thoughts slowed down dramatically as her intelligence plummeted. She stirred uneasily, very horny and deeply uncomfortable with her clothes, which she suddenly felt were over-tight.

"Like, hey...no fair," She pouted. "You can't like, do it for me."

"Sure I can. But I won't though, not often," She said. "Any single value can go up to 20 or down to 0. Though I think you'll find that being over 10 on many of these most might be a little excessive."

She smirked a little.

"You can still count to 20, yes?" She asked.

"Leah, that's enough." Jake said. "Change her values back so can finish up here."

"Fine," She said with a sigh. "Nobody ever lets me have any bloody fun."

The stats returned to their normal values, and Leah took a seat, glaring daggers at her tormentor. Still, despite the humiliation, it was an instructive display. These could be tweaked to her advantage, particularly when equipment was added to the mix. Looking at the feminized little asshole who'd made fun of her earlier, or the incredibly stunning woman now **** to live in two bodies, she realized she could have gotten off much worse.

"And that brings us to you," Leah said, turning to the teal haired girl.

"Hoooray!" Lindsey said.

Lindsey, along with Loretta, and now Farra, was one of the contestants Exe took really seriously. She was very, easily pretty, and weird enough that she could potentially be a wild card.

"The audience didn't seem to know what they wanted to do with you." Leah said. "You were also the contestant who received the least total votes."

"Rude," Lindsey said. "Though in fairness, it felt like y'all kinda phoned it in with my choices."

"In the end, Envy and Side Hustle were locked in a tie," Leah said. "And since I understand what Side Hustle does and how it works, I'm choosing it for you as the tie breaking vote."

"Super. So what's it do and how's it work?" She asked.

Lindsey's phone vibrated, and she checked it.

"Weird new app. Some Persona shit," She said, opening the phone.

"Once per round, you can open the app and request some challenges. The audience can leave comments making suggestions," Leah said. "They'll be in the form of transformations you can temporarily acquire, behaviors you have to adopt or some task you need to complete before the round's end. We'll try to pick up to 5 of varying difficulties, and if you accept them, you get a reward based on how hard they were for you."

"And lemme guess," Lindsey said, "If I fuck up and lose a bunch of rounds or whatever, the option turns into an obligation. Or the audience gets to fuck with me generally."

Leah smiled at her.

"Well, you're not stupid," She said. "Whatever the case, I would be sure to make a good impression on our voters."

Leah took a deep breath.

"And with that, we end our opening ceremonies," She said. "There is only one last thing to do."

"God, what now?" Hannah asked.

Exe couldn't help but grin at the woman. She looked like she wanted nothing more than to find a private corner and finger fuck her own brains how. Exe wished her luck.

Leah motioned to a table set up at the end of the path out of the lounge. It hadn't been there when they entered, so either they'd set it up when they were all too distracted to be looking in that direction, or it had magically appeared. Exe wasn't ruling anything out.

The table contained 11 slim briefcases.

"Each of those has a computer for your personal use, a multipurpose smartphone that actually works on this island, and your room number and keys. Each of you will share a room with another contestant, minus the one of you lucky enough to draw Amelia. But there will be absolutely no trading places. We chose your roommates for a reason."

There was a collective groan at that.

"Is that all?" Megan asked cautiously, "Can we go now?"

"The cases contain one more thing," Leah said, "Your first challenge of the game. The challenge officially beings in two days, but we thought you'd give you that time to think it over."

"Okay, I'll bite," Emily said. "What's the challenge?"

"You fill find a small, silver pistol in the cases," Leah said. "Each pistol is good for three shots. No more. It will allow you, when fired on someone, to transform them in absolutely any way you see fit. You can change their minds, bodies and very realities in any way you desire."

She let that sink in.

"In two days, we're going to let you visit home for one day," She said. "You will be responsible for changing someone with those pistols. It can be anyone you like, but if you get arrested or in trouble before you can make it back, you forfeit the round. So I wouldn't go off after the President or anything. Make it someone you can access legally. The only rule is that you can't use it on another contestant. We won't have you fucking up each other, and if you try, you'll automatically forfeit the game. Not the round. The whole bloody game."

"I'm actually relieved to hear that," Emily said.

Exe was too. Insomuch as it would have been a chance to eliminate a rival, she had a brief, terrifying vision of the area around the boxes turning into the Hunger Games.

"Now...feel free to go do whatever you want," Leah said."You're welcome to go anywhere on the Island you want, so long as you're back where you're supposed to be by 9 AM the day after tomorrow. The Hotel, my loves, is yours."

She looked a little tired. The girls got up and began to move among themselves, talking to one another. Mostly, they were comforting the more cruelly transformed. Exe kept her eyes on the host and her new master.

"You, though," She said to Jake, "You need to come with me."

Jake looked up at her crossly.

"I need to go check on my loved ones you've been fucking with," He said.

Then something happened that she noted very well.

"No," Leah said in a low but firm voice. "You need. To come. With me."

Jake's face grew vacant for a moment, but he finally nodded.

"Fine. But can I go see my friends when we're done?"

"Tomorrow," Leah said. "Tonight, they need to socialize among themselves."

He stood to follow her out the back path, away from the route they would all have to take.

"Whatever. I need to get away from all this shit anyway," She heard him say. "But make no mistake, Leah. I hate you for this."

Whatever Leah said back to him was lost by the time she said. There was too much noise and they were too far away. As she looked away, Exe met the sister's eyes. Megan pointed at the departing pair and cocked her head.

"What the hell was that about?" She asked.

Exe only shrugged.

"Not my problem," She said, stretching. "I'm going to go collect my things, and check out my new room."

And so she left. To relax, to research, and to plot her next move.