Hotel Sweet Hotel

"And cut! You're clear Rahne!"

"Phew!" Rahne's demeanour relaxed dramatically. "Oh my god, that was a great first episode everyone."

Nat stared at Rahne's outstretched hand as the purple haired host has stuck her hand through the bars towards her. Unwilling to take her hands away from covering what she could of her swollen, extremely exposed tits, Nat could only look between Rahne's hand and her face.

"Okay, rude." Rahne went down the line, grabbing Mia and River's hands and shaking them. She paused as she got to Sigrid's cage.

"You were fantastic. Fuck, the tension there was incredible. I am so not used to the hormones and everything for a human body yet, you've gotta confirm for me: if blood flow to my penis increases, my body is aroused, yeah?"

Again Rahne's hand was left empty, but this time Mia spoke up for Sigrid, not the other way round. Though "What do you mean 'human body'?" was hardly the same level of defence as Sigrid's earlier outburst.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, so, as you've probably guessed, you're on an extradimensional reality show. I'm, like, a fifth dimensional being usually; though I've been known to go to seven. I had to get a body you could comprehend for the show!"

"And you chose one with tits and a penis?" Kate, blurted out, unaware their voice's volume had returned and bewildered enough to make those her first words.

"At my level of comprehension, a gender binary is barely as useful a concept." Rahne said with a wink to River as she left Sigrid's cage behind and moved to shake Annie's hand.

"My eyes are up here, hon." Rahne directed her side bar to Annie with a smirk. The redhead's Cum play fetish mixed with her sudden question about whether the host had balls, all culminating in Annie unable to look away from the host's crotch. Caught, she simply let go of the perfectly manicured hand protruding through the bars and looked away as Rahne moved on to continue her conversation.

Rahne turned to Kate and Danni, hands up and open like she was approaching a violent animal. "So, can we be civil?" Rahne asked, extending her hand to Kate.

Kate's eyes went to Nat, who has the scraps of her dress folded upwards, tits bigger than her head not even close to being contained, as she fumbled on the ground for the remote. Fear was a great motivator to shake the host's hand. "Yeah. We can be civil." Kate paused, her distaste for this woman making her punctuate her sentence with "Bitch."

"Brilliant! That's going to make the tour so much more pleasant for you." Rahne said, turning to Danni and shaking her hand.

"Tour?"

"Oh, yeah, this is a full reality show. You're going to stay here for seven and a half weeks, competing in challenges and earning points to help you avoid elimination, as well as make life here more bearable."

"Oh my god! Seven and a half weeks?!" Nat exclaimed, her mind still mostly clear as she turned her tits down to a more manageable E-cup. "I'll, like, lose my job!"

"Oh, we're kind of relying on that. It'll make you more reliant on your place in the harem."

"How... how are you **** people without people noticing? Or caring?" Mia spoke up, concerned.

"That would be like trying to explain the concept of a cube to someone who had lived their life entirely in two dimensions: you're not going to be able to understand and the actual explanation wouldn't be useful to you anyway."

River couldn't help but shudder in horror, realising that the Lovecraftian terrors they loved to read about were real. They just happened to have taken on the form of a purple haired sadist in a suit.

"So, if we're all good," Rahne snapped her fingers and an elevator door appeared mid stage, the bars falling away, leaving an open side of the cage for everyone to walk out of. "Let's show you where you're all going to be living!"

Walking through the door, the harem all could not help but look around. They blinked for a moment, walking out of the elevator into the incredibly well lit interior. One wall of the suite had been entirely replaced with six storeys of glass, the light streaming in from outside. This glass revealed that they were incredibly far up in a city skyline, though one that none of them recognised. Each level was semi-staggered, giving just about every floor a clear view, up or down, to at least one or two others. Rahne, still dressed for the show, walked through, her heels clacking away on the stone tiles in this cavernous space.

"Welcome, to the Hotel! This is a nine storey penthouse complex, starting on the fifty-eighth floor of the grand Hotel Beatrice; though, the winner will, in addition to everything else, have it transported to an appropriately sized building in their home town in, yes, their home dimension." Rahne said, pre-empting Mia's question. "Though we will tweak your home dimension slightly in order to make some of our more reality bending changes comprehendible."

"For the first three days prior to the contest, you will have full access to almost all of the complex, except, of course, the Master's suite. Said suite is accessible only if you're the master or their date." Rahne began moving forwards, guiding the group to follow her. "We are currently on the fifty-eighth floor, which serves as the entrance hall and is where I will meet you before heading out to each of the contests. And, as the lowest floor of the complex, well, it only feels natural to put the dungeon in here."

River, embarrassed to their core, tried their hardest not to pay attention as Rahne pushed the door open. They managed to **** themselves to first notice that, in spite of it being windowless, the room was lit well and not at all the dingy, creepy sex dungeon lighting they expected. They did not manage to push noticing the giant, matte-black steel bondage fixtures, chains hanging from the concrete walls, or meticulously organised collection of BDSM implements any further down the list though.

"In keeping with the brutalist aesthetic of the hotel, we've decided to style the dungeon in mostly concrete, with the floor made of a nice polycarbonate tiling. Impact resistant, much warmer and slightly softer than regular tile. It is definitely still hard enough to hurt if you want to make a sub kneel on it for an extended period though." Indeed, the click clack of Rahne's heels was less resonant than outside, but definitely still audible.

"Any questions about the temple to lust?" Rahne posited to the group. The host stared at the contestants, all still too awkward to think, let alone talk, about sex in front of strangers. All except Annie, whose daily spanking fetish had her flushed and staring at a paddle with the word "SLUT" carved out of it to leave the word imprinted on its victims.

"Then let's move on to the second floor." Rahne said, leading the group out of the dungeon. Annie lingered, just momentarily, picked up the paddle and clapped it against her hand. The quietest of whimpers leaked out of her as she imagined what could happen. Hearing the door shut snapped her out of her haze and she scrambled to put the paddle back and rush after the others.

Annie caught up to the group, panting slightly as she dashed up the stairs. Rahne was already mid sentence. "-is going to be the only other level not fully accessible as, well, most of the rooms are functionally empty. This floor contains rooms in which the Master will be able to proudly indulge, either in their own personal hobbies, or in whatever gifts and skills their master's transformation might bestow upon them."

River was swept up in the memory of the library from Beauty and the beast. Sigrid struggled not to enjoy the selfish thought of beating her new colleagues in order to get her own forge. Kate absolutely did not struggle with the idea of finally having her own private gym.

Mia just struggled to think of what she might want. The size of the rooms seemed impractical for her hobby. After all, you can play Scrabble on any table and that was all she really cared about to this kind of level. Would these rooms be catered for this new 'E-Girl' persona she was going to be **** to develop instead?

"Oh, and for Annie," Rahne interjected with a smirk. "I was first telling the group how there are some bathrooms on this level too for clean-ups after the dungeon and also for practical reasons in a nine-storey complex. I know you missed it while playing with that paddle."

Annie's freckled cheeks went almost as red as her hair; the physical heat sensation of embarrassment washing over her. She felt a strong, calloused hand on her shoulder as the group began to move upstairs. "Hey," Sigrid said, with a reassuring squeeze. "Don't let her get to you. And try not to get embarrassed; I think we're all going to have very private things very exposed soon."

Annie couldn't help but look over at Nat, who had done her best to secure the remnants of the top half of her dress well enough to be practical around her F-cups for the tour. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I've got your back, okay." Sigrid said, patting Annie on the shoulder. Annie felt guilty as Sigrid walked away. This woman was helping her out of nowhere and all Annie could think about was how Sigrid's hands would feel smacking her on the ass.

"Next up! Welcome to our shopping district!" Rahne announced upon reaching the third floor. "This is where you'll spend your in game currency: BP! Don't worry if you're feeling greedy, these stores also offer tasks, transformations and curses as ways to earn more BP. We couldn't put a full shopping centre in, but we have the Harem Hotel essentials: clothing, magic items and transformations."

"Did you say 'magic items'?" Sigrid exclaimed, the thought of a magic sword rushing through her head.

"I did! Available right here:" Rahne said, gesturing to the first store. A sleek, upscale boutique called "Chest". A tall, slender woman in a suit stood behind the counter, her long cyan hair brushed to the side to reveal where it was shaved away to reveal a head tattoo. Sigrid almost rushed in before she actually looked in the window. It was definitely less "swords and armour" magic items and more "dildos and vibrators".

"Do we, like, have money or points or whatever right now?" Nat asked.

"Yes, all contestants start with 2,000BP," was all Nat needed to hear as she rushed into the clothing store.

"Oh my gosh, I like, love your tits!" The girl behind the counter exclaimed. Nat turned to see a woman with bright yellow blonde hair, pulled into pig tails wearing a crop-top and miniskirt.

"Like, thanks?" Nat had enough of her mind still to question why she thought of that as a compliment. "So, I'm, like, totally in need of something I can wear to cover up my titties."

"Aww, why would you do that?"

"Because, like, I don't know these people."

"But they've, like, seen your titties?"

"I want, like, a big comfy hoodie or something. Can you help?"

Disgruntled, the blonde wandered around until she got to a baggy, oversized grey hoodie. Exactly what Nat wanted. "That's going to be 7,500BP."

"What?! That's like, not fair."

"And neither is you covering up your pretty titties!" The saleswoman seemed genuinely offended.

"Look, I just, like, want something so I don't flash everyone and I can relax."

"We can do that! That's a La Salope guarantee!"

Nat returned to the group with a bright pink crop top that let her go up to an F-cup without her nipples coming out of it, and a G if she didn't move her arms too much, though the dangerous amount of underboob on display at that size had her keeping her tits at a safe E. The sales girl, who Nat learned was named Bambi, had even thrown a similarly pink skirt in for a very reasonable 400 BP total. Granted, the skirt was far from reasonable, coming dangerously close to revealing everything, but still managing to cover it all initially. Nat was just glad to be out of the torn remains of her dress.

"So, like, y'know, what's the other store like?" Nat asked the group exiting from underneath a sign that said 'Morphe: Transformation Boutique'.

"I mean, the interface was cool?" Annie said desperately trying to say a positive with Rahne right there.

"The transformations are fucked." Kate grumbled. "Triple the length of your tongue? Orgasmic hair? Who the fuck comes up with this shit?"

"It's also where you can buy the sexuality change, if you, y'know, need it." River said, trying to be helpful while also revealing that the enby did, in fact, not need their sexuality adjusted by the way they were trying not to stare at Nat's underboob.

"I also didn't get time to hand this to you before you rushed off." Rahne said, passing Nat a smart phone. "You can really only contact each other with it, aside from browsing feeds. It's mostly just a way for you to keep track of your score."

"Oh my gosh, like, thank you." Nat hated that her new speech patterns ripped the sarcasm straight out of her voice.

"You're very welcome." Rahne said, choosing to ignore the intent behind the niceties. "Let's head to the next floor."

As Rahne led the group off, Mia slipped in beside Nat. "Um, did you choose the pink?"

"No, it's like, so not my first choice." Nat said tugging at the hem of her crop top making her tits, comically oversized on her frame. "The price of the, like, slutty bimbo stuff was cheaper."

"Oh," said Mia. Suddenly aware that her wardrobe options in the store were likely similarly limited.

"I wonder if we can, like, trade clothes."

"I, um, don't think you'd fit my tops." Mia said, fidgeting with the tight crop top she was wearing.

"Yeah, okay, that's, like, totally fair. I'd have to, like, fry my brain, or something, to fit that tee."

Rahne spoke up from the front of the group again as everyone crested up the stairs. "So, this next level is our entertainment suite, sure to be the envy of all once you're back in your home reality. Home theatre, pool tables, stripper poles, board game library; you name it it's probably on this level."

Mia was so excited at the possibility of a Scrabble board that she ignored the mention of the stripper poles. Danni, on the other hand, was nervous. A stripper pole was exactly the type of thing she could see them steering the 'party girl' towards.

"Fuck," Sigrid let the word fall breathily from her lips, feeling her tits expand again. She was only slightly surprised that Rahne had let the tour run for so long. The shopping trip had taken some time and letting the group explore the entertainment suite downstairs and the gardens on this level had definitely added up. The first size up had happened shortly after the dungeon tour and the sensations were only getting stronger. Still, Sigrid wasn't ready to admit that she was holding back a moan every time. The sensation of her tits growing was far from uncomfortable, though. That type of moan, she would have been fine letting out. No, the moan was not a grumpy one and the only discomfort was coming from her bra cutting into her. Her now F-Cups were creating a tit shelf as they spilled over the cups of her bra and pulled the straps tight against her back. She really, really did not want to cash in her tits yet. They weren't anywhere close to where Nat's had been at full size, and Sigrid couldn't in good faith get rid of her tits until that was the case at least once. Plus, on her much taller, broader figure, the tits were a lot more reasonably sized than they were on Nat's.

Sigrid absolutely was not taking in Rahne's spiel as the host threw open some doors and let the group into a giant walk in wine cellar. "Now, it wouldn't be a reality TV show if we didn't ply you with ****," proclaimed the host. "So, we will be keeping this wine cellar well stocked, thanks to our sponsor, The Grapes of Wrath: 'For All Your Inter-Dimensional **** Needs'." The fact that Sigrid could, at the very least, see several cases of beer as well implied it was not just "fancy grape juice" available; much to her relief. She was never much of a wine drinker.

Sigrid was not the only one barely paying attention. By level 6 of the complex, the contestants were starting to lose interest in the tour and were mostly just quietly, non-disruptively talking to each other. After covering the indoor gardens on this level, and a couple hours into the tour, the harem were all a little bit tired. Danni was feeling it in particular. She was getting a lot more used to the dress. Her and Kate had been off to the side, talking shit for most of the tour. She'd almost forgotten about how exposed she was for a moment while the two had played some pinball downstairs. However, she'd definitely not forgotten about the heels. She stared at them again, wondering if she was even capable of walking without them on. She hadn't tried, but she was unsure about what the rules of her transformation were.

"So, they want us to go full fucking Real Housewives?" Danni could appreciate that Kate was trying to distract her in the angry woman's own, snide way. Ironically, Danni was looking at Kate's transformation with envy. There was, at this stage, little reason to buy anything. Kate seemed to have gotten off relatively easily; in spite of how afraid everyone was of her transformation path.

"Just because I'm a party girl, doesn't mean I don't know how to get serious." Danni put on a mocking tone as she mimicked the show's promos.

"I knew you'd be big on reality TV."

"Nah, I'm not actually. My housemate loves it though."

"Oh, damn. I was hoping you'd know Survivor."

"I do know Survivor. Everyone knows Survivor."

"Okay, well, then, you know the importance of an alliance in a reality competition?" The fact they'd been making snide comments back and forth meant that Kate's voice was already lowered and wouldn't draw attention as she started openly plotting.

"I'm aware."

Kate held her hand out sideways. "I've got your back. Let's try to win this thing."

Danni reached over and shook Kate's hand. "Deal." Kate wasn't wrong. Alliances tended to win reality shows. In Danni's favour was that Kate was seen as far more of a threat than she was due to her physical strength. With any luck, Danni could wait for Kate to knock down their opponents and just step over the line to victory.

"And as our first act," Kate said, starting to look around. "We want to try to bring someone on board, strengthen our numbers."

"Who did you have in mind?"

"I want to see how everyone plays the game, but Mia's transformation will supposedly push her to being more competitive eventually. Might be good to not be in the way of that."

"Come on you gluttons! Only two more floors to cover!" Rahne called down to them. Reaching the dining hall, they were met by Raven, a woman in a black chef's outfit that was to be their private chef. More importantly, they'd been met with an absolutely delectable series of snacks. Danni was shocked that none of them were vegan or vegetarian. It felt like at least Nat should be. They had been discussing what they did for a living, or used to do now many of them lamented, over food. They found out that Nat worked with animals; it seemed weird to Danni that she would love them so much and still eat them.

Sigrid was the first to get moving and the rest of the group followed. Kate didn't like that. Sigrid, in her eyes, was only de facto leader because she was the tallest. It reminded her too much of big family get togethers with all of her siblings and cousins, where the oldest, tallest and frequently male-est cousins got listened to. It's not even like Kate was short; she clocked in at 5'8" last time she measures. She just had to deal with too many people that were abnormally tall for too much of her life, and Sigrid was absolutely making it worse by leading so effortlessly

They were all relieved to be up at the bedrooms. They'd all been taken at various stages of their days, but something about the time dilation and coming to grips with their luxurious abduction had taken it out of them. Rahne, unfortunately, held them up before they could enter the rooms.

"So, this will actually be the last stop on our tour for all but one of you." Immediately, tiredness and disinterest evaporated. Like gazelle on the prairies, the contestants all sensed someone was about to be picked off from the herd and went into high alert.

"You see, with the master's quarters currently off limits, we have a slight issue with our sleeping arrangements. This building, magically generated though it may be, was done so with only three, two-occupant bedrooms. And there is a strict 'sleep in a bed' policy unless there's a sexual motivation to do otherwise."

Danni rolled her eyes at the rule and murmured to Kate. "Of course, why wouldn't even the sleeping on this show have sexual undertones?"

Kate snorted, but Rahne either didn't pay attention or chose to ignore it. "So, there is exactly one other place to sleep in this building: my suite. As the host, I'll be staying here also. My suite and office are upstairs and, once one of you lucky contestants own the place, that small apartment space can be used however you like; though I recommend having it for guests or, potentially, for any of the harem that might start their own relationship over the course of the show."

"Wait, I thought this was 'everyone tries to date the Master' thing? Like The Bachelor?"

"Annie, unless said Master decides to expressly forbid it, it would be rather hypocritical for them to have all of you be their harem and not let you be poly within yourselves." The words hit Annie's brain like a taser; her usually nimble mind adding another wrinkle as her very monogamous brain tried to wrap itself around the mechanic of polyamory... which very quickly turned to her getting flushed as her threesome fetish reared its head again.

"So, as I was saying, I'll be staying upstairs. And so will one of you, at least for the first three nights. With no dates to undergo until we have a challenge winner, week one will be more of a two day, three sleeps including tonight, type of deal." The group looked around to each other. All of them were, at the very least, concerned about this woman. Rahne had paused; but no-one spoke up, none wanting the host's attention. Naturally, as the host, this meant that she had to keep going. "We've got assigned room-mates for you. All of you will have a rotating list of who you share a room with, depending on who the master is and who is on a date with them at any given time. So, what I have to ask is 'who is going to stay with me'?"

They all look at each other, unsure. "I'll let you discuss in private." Rahne turned on her heels and went towards the starcaise. "You just let me know which of you sleepy little sloths wants to come upstairs with me and I'll let you know who is sleeping next to whom."

"Other than that, come see me for anything, rules questions, reminders about anything covered today, or even just for a friendly ear. I am your host, after all, and I intend to be a gracious one where I can be." With that, Rahne went up stairs, deliberately taking them over the lift to prolong the group's silent stewing.