I guess I'll never find the secret to my recipe

“Okay everyone!” Sylvia clapped her hands together to call everyone to attention. “The votes are in! Shall we begin the transformation process?”

Everyone looked tense, including Nick. Even Kim, Carly, and Marley seemed nervous, even though they weren’t going to be receiving transformations this round, or in the latter’s case, already had.

Morgana was the only one there who actually looked excited about the transformations in store for her. Maybe because so many of her transformations were positives, or maybe because the reality of the situation hadn’t set in yet. Nick wondered what her reaction would be when she saw the transformations the others would go through.

“First up, Gina!” Sylvia turned to the punk girl, who seemed to be the most relaxed out of everyone there. Fittingly so, as she didn’t have any transformations that she felt particularly nervous about. “Gina, you said that there weren’t any transformations that you didn’t want, isn’t that right my girl?”

Gina nodded. “Yeah, basically. This round, they all seem okay, or at least, none of them seem too much like a problem.”

She cracked a grin.

“Bring it on!”

“I’ll be happy to ‘bring it on’ as you say,” Sylvia chirped. “Because while you may not have any strong preferences either way, the same can’t be said for the audience! With a whopping 75% of the vote, the audience has decided to keep you on the Good Girl path, and give you Damned by Faint Praise!”

Damned by Faint Praise: Gina has never really been one to get positive reinforcement for anything she does. But she’s desperate for it. Whenever someone compliments her on something she’s done well, she’ll receive a spike in arousal. Depending on how “good” the act she’s receiving praise for is, the stronger this arousal spike will become, to the point of even being possible to orgasm from it alone. (Good Girl)

Gina whistled appreciatively. “Well, that’s something.” It was probably the least interesting of all the options (in her heart, she’d wanted the bad influence one) but she would be happy with this. In fact, she was kind of curious what all that praise would feel like.

“So does that mean whenever Gina gets a compliment, she’ll feel pleasure?” Kim clarified. “Because… wow. That’s a little…”

Sylvia wagged her finger from side to side. “Not quite. It isn’t just any old compliment. You have to compliment her on something she’s done. So for example, if you were to go up to her and do… this,” she hopped off the stage and smacked Gina on the ass. A satisfying CRACK echoed across the beach.

“…And say ‘nice ass!’ it wouldn’t have any effect on her arousal,” Sylvia explained.

Gina grinned, rubbing her butt. “You sure about that?”

Dani rolled her eyes and Mary hid her face in her hands.

“Okay, so it only triggers if she’s specifically complimented for something she’s done,” Dawn reasoned out. “By that logic, would she have to know that the compliment is in association to the action? Would a vague ‘good job’ work, or would we have to specifically outline what we’re complimenting her for, in case it’s ambiguous?”

Sylvia gave Dawn a frosty stare and proceeded to ignore her.

“…My point being, you don’t get compliments for nothing,” she continued, addressing Gina directly. “You have to actually do things to receive compliments for them.”

Gina shrugged. “Shouldn’t be a problem,” she grinned. Maybe it was worth doing a few good deeds here and there if it felt good.

Sylvia stared at Gina, still not sure if the other girl got it or not. But, well, that wasn’t really her problem. Gina would figure it out eventually.

“Moving on!” She turned to Mary, who started to tremble. Even though the redhead got more comfortable with each passing day on the island, the transformations were still the thing she disliked the most about being trapped here.

“Mary, Mary, Mary… while your winning transformation didn’t have nearly the breakout success of Gina’s, it was still very clear what the audience wanted from you. And I think you know too, don’t you?” Sylvia’s lips curled up in a wicked grin and Mary gulped, nodding reluctantly.

“The… the first one?” She mumbled weakly, not having the strength to even cry out. She wrapped her arms tightly over her chest, already anticipating the transformation.

“Absolutely right, my girl!” Sylvia crowed, holding up her cane. “Does a Body Good!”

Does a Body Good: A cowgirl can be a lot of things. Most people assume it’s someone who dresses in cut-off shorts and wears a wide-brim hat and leather boots, but since Mary’s got that covered, she’ll be a cow in a difference sense! Her boobs will receive a massive boost in size, and begin producing nourishing milk for her eventual stable of children. (Farmer’s Daughter)

Sylvia’s cane flashed. It was a good thing that Mary had chosen to preemptively shield her chest, because her boobs began to expand at astonishing speed. They doubled in size, pushing through the gap of her shirt, and she frantically tried to cover them up. But the tremendous tatas refused to be tamed. Breast expansion plus a shirt with no buttons was a recipe for failure. Her boobs didn’t stop growing until they could rival Carly and Marley’s in size.

Finally, Mary managed to pull the two halves of her shirt together and tie them off under her breasts, but not before making a colossal fool of herself in front of everyone. Her cross hung in the middle of her meaty cleavage.

She looked pitifully up at the others, practically in tears. An all too common expression from the poor girl on transformation day.

“Now don’t you look just lovely?” Sylvia purred. “And don’t forget your previous transformation should help you feel a little more… positive about things.”

Mary blinked, and then gasped. A shock of pleasure shot through her as her libido ratcheted up another degree thanks to her Gaze into the Abyss transformation.

Two wet spots appeared on the front of her shirt, and she hastily covered them. She looked helplessly over to Nick, her face white with horror. He blushed and looked away, feeling embarrassed himself.

I shouldn’t be getting aroused by this. Just because she’s lactating… but I can’t help it! All the talk of Mary being pregnant, the idea had floated in the air since her first transformation. And after that wedding cake, with her saying she was “ready” it was just too much to take in.

Sylvia seemed quite pleased with those reactions, and was happy to move on.

“Well then!” She chirped, turning to Dani. “While Mary deals with her new back issues, let’s focus on your transformation next, my girl!”

Dani winced. “Wh-Which one was it?” She stammered, praying she hadn’t gotten the show-off one. While it would have felt weird being more sexually aggressive, that would be preferable to showing off lesbian acts to Nick like she was in a porno.

But the one she really wanted was-

I’ll Have What She’s Having: The last challenge has given Dani a compulsion to practice her culinary skills. She’ll feel a sexual thrill whenever she’s preparing food, and seeing other people enjoy her dishes is practically orgasmic. (Girly Girl)

A thrill shot through Dani as her eyes widened at the sight of the words on the screen. “R-Really?” She asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Sylvia nodded, twirling her cane. “The audience really responded to your newfound interest in cooking this challenge, my girl, and so they’ve gifted you a transformation to take advantage of it! Enjoy yourself!”

Her cane flashed, and Dani felt her head fill with the sight and smell of delicious food. She felt a gnawing sensation begin to take root in her brain, telling her to get to work.

As a feminist, Dani had never been the kind of girl who thought women belonged in the kitchen, but she could still go there if she wanted… right?

“I’m glad to see you’re all so happy with your transformations!” Sylvia grinned. She cast a look towards the flustered Mary. “…For the most part, anyway. Some of us are more willing to admit to things than others it seems…”

She let out an exaggerated sigh and shrugged her shoulders. “Now then! Next up, our little veterinarian! What transformation do we have for you, my girl?”

Dawn tensed. The wicked gleam in Sylvia’s eyes said more than enough. “…Don’t tell me…”

“Ah, can’t slip anything by little miss smarty-pants!” Sylvia crowed, holding up her cane. The words on the screen reshaped to reveal Dawn’s new transformation.

Like Catnip: In the wild, animals are drawn to one another through pheromones, and now Dawn will be as well. She’ll develop an attraction to the musk of her master, as well as the sexual aroma of the other contestants. While these feelings are manageable at first, it will slowly grow the longer she’s in proximity with the scent. (Animal Lover)

The short woman baulked.

“W-Wait, so… that means…”

“It means you’re not affected by your master’s scent, my girl,” Sylvia explained. “The longer you spend in his proximity, the more aroused you’ll become. And not just him, either. While the effects are lessened with your fellow contestants, too much time around them, and… well, I’ll leave that up to you to discover. In the meantime, perhaps consult with Holly if you’d like some tips about handling your new sniffing fetish!”

Dawn felt like she was going to throw up. Everyone looked at her with sympathy, which only made her feel even worse.

“Dawn…” Rose winced. Then she froze when Sylvia’s eyes landed on her.

“Now then! Look whose turn it is! Our little rosebud… hmm, this was a very close one, my girl, almost a tie!”

Rose tensed. “R-Really?”

“Yes. In fact, the results came down to only a vote or two,” Sylvia said, shaking her head. “But if it makes you feel better, it seems the audience has decided that you’ve atoned enough for your actions, because Acting from the Heart was in a distant third.”

Rose didn’t have the chance to appreciate the audience’s mercy, because she was too busy focusing on what that meant.

“So… the pheromone one… that was one of the two?” She asked shakily, not sure how to feel about the fact that so many people wanted her to seduce people with her scent. Or it may have even won… oh no, if that one wins…!

Her eyes shot to Dawn, who looked just as horrified. Sylvia smirked, relishing in the looks of distress on both women’s faces.

“Why so concerned?” She cooed. “After all, you and Dawn aren’t even on the same team anymore, so you won’t have to worry about driving her wild. …Of course, given who you are bunking with now…” Sylvia glanced at Dani and smirked. Dani gulped, her tan cheeks flushing.

“Wait, what are you talking about?!” Nick demanded. “I thought Dawn chose Rose to be her buddy again?”

Sylvia glanced at him. “Oh, that’s right! You weren’t here, were you? Yes, Dawn chose Rose to be your buddy, but while you were off seducing Morgana-”

“Seducing?!” Nick sputtered, aghast at her description. “I-I didn’t seduce her!”

“Yeah!” Morgana nodded in agreement. She looked at Nick and blushed. “H-He didn’t seduce me… I want him…”

Nick winced. That didn’t make it better.

Sylvia suppressed her laughter for the sake of the show. “Nevertheless, it happened. All the teams are switched up now! Dawn’s new buddy is Carly, with Marley tagging along, and Dani’s new partner is Rose! Which leaves Gina teamed up with Mary, and Kim with Dakota!”

A big smile stretched across her face.

“Isn’t that just darling?! Living with new people, getting to know each other, maybe even making some new friends, it’s what Harem Hotel is all about! …Plus the sex stuff,” she added. “Can’t forget about that!”

Nick shook his head in disbelief. No wonder things seemed tense with the other girls. He’d chalked that up to apprehension about the transformations, but if they all had new buddies that made a lot more sense.

“Can we get on with this already?” Dakota asked, narrowing her eyes. “Just give Rose her transformation already!”

Sylvia frowned, but obliged Dakota’s request. “…Yes, well, there will be time to ponder the changing of the teams later. For now, Dakota is right, we have transformations to get through!”

She pointed her cane at Rose, who flinched, preparing for the worst.

“Now then, my girl, your new transformation… is Side Piece of the Action!”

The transformation flashed onto the screen.

Side Piece of the Action: Each round, Rose will get a list of tasks that she can attempt to please the master. For each of these tasks that she completes, she will receive a reward of bonus BP, the amount varying by how challenging and/or sexual the task is. (Gold Digger)

Rose let out the breath she’d been holding as all the tension in her body slipped away. She’d been so terrified of getting the pheromone transformation and messing everything up again that this one seemed wonderful in comparison.

“That’s her transformation?” Nick asked. “Then what was all that stuff about pheromones you were talking about!?”

Sylvia shrugged. “Pheromones lost out to Side Piece of the Action by only a few votes. It was very close. So I enjoyed watching her squirm a bit, before revealing the truth, that’s all!”

Nick glared at her. He couldn’t believe he actually felt sorry for everything Sylvia had gone through this round. She obviously didn’t deserve it, given how much she relished seeing Rose squirm. But he knew that her pain was real, and she was hiding it under the surface with showmanship and ruthlessness. That made him feel so much worse, since he wanted to empathize with her but his anger and frustration was clouding that.

“Now then, time for the last of our official harem members!” Sylvia turned to Dakota, who was still leering at her. “Dakota my girl, you also had a fairly close race, but by the end, it was clear what the people wanted… Cut/Paste!”

Cut/Paste: Dakota will receive a special enchantment on her lips. Whenever she kisses another contestant, she will be able to take a transformation from them temporarily. She can then “paste” that transformation onto another contestant with a second kiss. All transformations revert to their original holders after 24 hours. (???)

Dakota smirked, while everyone else stared at her with various levels of wariness and expectation. This was the first transformation Dakota would receive from her hidden path, and no one knew what to expect. When Sylvia’s cane flashed, nothing changed. Dakota reached up to touch her lips, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

But whatever thoughts she had, she kept them to herself. She didn’t have a word to say about her new transformation. She only looked pointedly at Morgana.

“Your turn,” she purred, and Morgana squealed with delight.

“Dakota is absolutely right my girl!” Sylvia said, strolling towards the goth. She was only a little miffed that Dakota had stolen her initiative. “You’ve got five transformations to get through! Any of particular interest?”

Morgana shook her head, her red-lensed eyes gleaming with excitement behind her bangs. “I can’t wait anymore! Please, use your magic to give me the body and soul of master’s dreams!” She pleaded with her.

If Nick had been hoping that seeing the other transformations would discourage this mindset in Morgana, he was sadly mistaken.

“The first transformation was a cosmetic one, and very close,” Sylvia said, pointing her cane at Morgana. “And I’m sure you’ll be happy to hear that Big Titty Goth Girlfriend won!”

Big Titty Goth Girlfriend: Morgana is a little lacking in the chest department compared to the standard gothic queen she’d love to be. To help her with this, she’ll be given massive breasts to accommodate her desires. (Nipple piercings not included) (Goth)

For the second time today, someone’s boobs began to expand. Though it wasn’t as easy to see beneath her bulky robe, Morgana’s chest started to inflate. She went from an A to an F faster than a high schooler discovering drugs for the first time, and even bigger than that, until there was yet another girl with a bouncing rack stretching out her clothes. The black robe was pulled tight across her body, trying to contain something desperate to escape.

“Oh my gawd!” Morgana gasped, playing with her tits. She bounced them up and down, then alternated one and then the other. “I have boobs now! This is so awesome! I’ve always wanted a huge gothy rack!”

“Enjoy it!” Sylvia purred. “I’m sure Nick is, isn’t that right my boy?”

Nick blushed from Sylvia’s accusation, because he couldn’t help imagining Morgana’s new boobs. He had to remind himself that he was nearly ten years older than her.

“This is amazing…” Morgana couldn’t believe her good fortune. “I mean, Hentai Elf would have been great too, but this…”

Gosh, why couldn’t she have a mirror? One of those antique ornately decorated mirrors like in the movies?

“Glad you like it,” Sylvia grinned. “Your next transformation is also from your goth line, Moonlit Alabaster!”

Moonlit Alabaster: Morgana will be given silky-smooth alabaster skin, erasing any flaws and incredibly tantalizing to the touch. Her pale skin will practically glow in the dark, giving her an almost ethereal beauty. (Goth)

Sylvia’s cane flashed again, and Morgana’s makeover continued. To accentuate her dark clothing, her skin began to change its hue, going from the sickly pallor brought on from her seclusion to a more even, snow white tone. Her acne cleared away along with other blemishes on her skin, including the bags around her eyes, leaving a beautiful girl on the cusp of womanhood in their place. It practically seemed to glow.

Morgana rolled up her sleeve to admire her arm, then pulled the hem of her robe down to take a look at her colossal, milky cleavage. She licked her lips in delight.

“Now, the next one, that’s a little tricky,” Sylvia continued. “You see, Perky Goth got the most points. Which is fine and all, nothing wrong with that. The only issue is… well… what would be the point?”

Morgana stared at her. “…Huh?”

“You’re already about as perky as can be,” Sylvia shrugged. “Especially in… certain areas.” She glanced at Morgana’s bouncing chest, earning a blush of delight from the goth. “Frankly, I just don’t see the point in giving you a transformation that wouldn’t really have any effect, so I’m going to use my veto.”

The veto. Nick had almost forgotten that.

“So I don’t get another transformation?” Morgana asked, still not sure what the rules were.

Sylvia shook her head. “No worries, my girl, you’ll still be receiving a transformation. This just means you’ll be getting the one with the second-highest votes, The High Priestess.”

The High Priestess: Once per round, Morgana will receive a prophetic vision from the producers. This vision can vary in content, but will always be about helping her please the master somehow, whether romantically, platonically, or sexually. Morgana will feel compelled to act on these visions. (Fantasy)

This time, the transformation was mental, instead of physical. Morgana seemed completely unfazed, but the effects of the transformation wouldn’t make themselves clear for some time yet.

“So how does that one work?” She asked curiously, excited about the idea of receiving a vision.

“Enjoy your dream tonight, that’s all I can say,” Sylvia purred. “But it’s fortuitous that you didn’t get the other dream one from the previous round of transformations. That would cause a few conflicts. But those aren’t the only ones about dreams… let’s move onto your next transformation… Dear Diary!”

Dear Diary: Morgana will receive a magic diary. Every night, she’ll write down her sexual fantasies for the day in the diary, and other contestants will see those fantasies in their dreams. (Fantasy)

A thick book bound in black leather with the words “Morgana” etched across the cover in gothic script appeared in front of Morgana, who grabbed it with glee.

“So everyone’s going to see my fantasies in their dreams?” Morgana sounded excited when she asked that question, but even she realized there might be some concerns involved. Not that she would let that get to her, of course.

“Precisely. Although I’d advise you to write in moderation,” Sylvia advised, knowing the goth would do no such thing. “As for your final transformation…”

She made a sour face.

“…Full Moon.”

Full Moon: Morgana will get a nice, curvy goth booty and tight black leather pants to show it off. She’ll feel inspired to show off her new curves wherever possible, and feel aroused when people are looking at or touching her butt. (Goth)

“You don’t like that one?” Gina asked, raising her eyebrow. She was a little miffed by that, having a nice ass transformation herself.

“It’s the name!” Sylvia snapped, digging her cane in the sand. “Seriously? ‘Full Moon’? How generic can you get?! But of course, the producers have to veto MY idea for a name, which was ‘Gothicc’!” She shook her head. “Please, ‘puns are the lowest form of comedy’ my ass!”

She turned to Morgana. “…And your ass.”

Morgana felt a tingling sensation in her rear, as her butt, which had previously been as flat and flabby as could be, suddenly began to expand like a couple of water balloons attached to a water spigot. She giggled with delight as her rear began to fill out, until it rivaled the size of her boobs.

There was only one problem.

“Where’s the leather pants?” She asked, a little disappointed. Her robe was practically falling off, leaving very little to the imagination. The only thing she had on underneath was a very small black dress, which clung to her newly-improved figure so tightly it looked like she was going to burst out.

Sylvia’s smile returned. “Oh, you’ll be getting those. Don’t worry. After all, you’ll need a brand-new wardrobe of new clothes to fit that figure, wouldn’t you agree Kim?”

Kim sighed in resignation.

“I can’t wait!” Morgana couldn’t contain the smile on her face. She turned to Nick, showing off her new body to him. Considering she hadn’t grown a single centimeter in height, just width, he found himself nearly overwhelmed by the shortstack in front of him.

“Well? What do you think?” She purred, trying her best to sound seductive. But even if her body had gotten a radical makeover, she still had the uncertainty and carelessness of a child.

“You, uh… look nice,” Nick stammered, not sure what else to say.