I really wanna change the world, but can't change my clothes

Marley didn’t want to tie Sylvia to a chair to make sure that she couldn’t go out and buy more plants for their room, and thus keep pushing back the amount of time it would take for the cactus to start sprouting flowers again.

What an insidious arrangement- the more plants they cultivated, the longer it took for the plants to grow to their full potential.

“I mean, it kind of makes sense,” Carly pointed out, stroking her chin thoughtfully. “It would be pretty overpowered to just keep getting free plants, since you guys don’t have to pay anything for them. This seems pretty balanced, don’t you think?”

Marley sighed. “Yeah, I guess that’s true,” she admitted, scratching her head. She looked at Sylvia, who was sitting there smiling perfectly innocently, as if there was no way she would ever think about going out and picking up a third plant.

Marley loved her mother, and she knew Sylvia loved her, too. But even if her mother would never betray her in a million years, she was well aware that Sylvia was encouraging her to keep these massive boobs.

She put her hands on her hips and kept staring.

“I want to get rid of these,” she said bluntly. “I liked my old size!”

Sylvia pouted. “I saw you!” She protested. “You were really happy to finally be bigger than your sister, Marley!”

“She’s not wrong,” Carly admitted with a laugh. “Marley, you definitely seemed like you were having a blast!”

“But I’m not bigger anymore,” Marley pointed out, gesturing to the massive boobs flapping about beneath Carly’s vest. For obvious reasons, her costume had very limited support.

Carly rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively. “Okay, yes, you’re right.”

“But that’s more reason why Carly should eat the next flower,” Sylvia cut in. “Then you can enjoy having those big boobs for longer!”

Marley wasn’t hearing this. She sighed and shook her head, wishing she could leave the room on her own. But that was sadly not possible.

She would have to take things in another direction, then.

“Hey, Sylvia, I was thinking about something,” Marley mused, stroking her chin thoughtfully and walking over to the bed. Sylvia perked up, eyes wide.

“Oh?” She leaned forward intently.

“You haven’t really been doing any experimenting with your Sneak Peek transformation, have you?” Marley asked. “Weren’t you really excited to get to play with other people’s transformations?”

Sylvia’s eyes widened. “Oh gosh! You’re right! That totally slipped my mind!” She nodded excitedly. “What are we sitting around talking about plants for, when we can play around with our transformations?!”

Marley sighed in relief, glad that she had managed to properly redirect Sylvia’s interests. It was like herding a small child, she just needed to occupy Sylvia’s attention with something else, and she’d promptly forget what she was thinking about before.

The notion that her mother was like a little girl was disconcerting in its own way, though. Marley shivered and shook her head.

“Oh, why not try it with me?” Carly volunteered, raising her hand. Sylvia turned to her.

“Really? You’re up for being my first test subject?” She teased her roommate, batting her eyelashes teasingly.

“Which one would you upgrade though?” Marley wondered. “I mean, the one related to me, you’ve already upgraded. And it’s not like there would be any reason to upgrade Collab Stream- You already used it this round.”

“Oh, good point,” Carly noted. “And I don’t want to upgrade Stream Donations, either, until I’ve actually had a chance to use it.”

“Oh hey, that’s a good point!” Sylvia’s eyes widened in surprise. “I thought we were supposed to get sexy pictures of you each round, what’s going on here?”

Marley and Carly looked at each other. Until Carly mentioned it, both women had put it out of their minds.

“Let’s pull it up and see what it says,” Carly said, pulling up the specifics of her Stream Donations transformation for a closer look.

• Stream Donations: Nothing shows you’ve made it as a content creator quite like receiving money and gifts from your simps- err, subscribers. Starting now, other contestants will receive spicy pictures of Carly each morning, and in exchange they may donate BP to a pot set aside to buy her a gift. At the end of the round, or if total donations for the round reach 10000 BP, whichever comes first, she will receive a gift commensurate to the amount of BP she managed to earn. [NOTE: Carly’s own BP cannot be used towards this end, but she can provide favors to other contestants in exchange for donations.] (Content Creator)

“Okay, so it looks like this should be triggering,” Marley said, frowning. “I wonder why it isn’t. You don’t think Dakota forgot about it, do you?”

“No, I didn’t forget.”

An irate Dakota popped into the room, looking very exhausted. Nobody knew what to say for a second, given how tired she looked.

“…Everything okay?” Sylvia asked. “You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

“I don’t need to sleep, remember?” Dakota sighed and raised her hand over her face. As her pale fingers passed over her, the tiredness drained away and she looked as good as new, smiling pleasantly. “There we go. All better!”

Everyone was a little concerned about what could make Dakota so stressed out.

“…You sure everything’s okay?” Marley asked, raising her eyebrow.

“Totally fine,” Dakota chirped. “As for your transformation, I’m sorry that it’s been slipping my mind. But these first few days since we’ve been here have been a little hectic, I haven’t really had a good opportunity to pull you aside for some modeling, Carly.”

“Oh? So I’m going to be posing for the pictures?” A wide smile crawled up Carly’s lips and she nodded excitedly. “I thought that the pictures would be taken from, like, me having sex or something like that, you know?”

Dakota shook her head. “No, no creep shots. You’ve got to present yourself! Put your best foot forward! And with that in mind…”

She glanced at Carly’s cosplay outfit. “…That’s quite a good costume, even if it’s not as revealing as it could be…”

“Eh, you’re not wrong,” Carly said with a laugh. She arched her back, causing her massive breasts to bounce. “I mean, I really like these sweater puppies. But wearing an actual sweater, well… is that really me being as sexy as can be?”

Marley wasn’t sure she liked where this was going. “Aren’t you the one who decides Carly’s costume every morning?” She pointed out.

Dakota blinked.

“…Yes,” she acknowledged. “And that’s why I’ve been choosing such flawless outfits as these!”

“Hey, I’m up for whatever,” Carly said, shrugging. “Photos dressed like this should still get me a nice reward, don’t you think?”

Sylvia nodded eagerly. “Definitely,” she agreed. “But with that in mind… hey, what if we upgraded your transformation?”

Carly stared at her for a second. “…Wait, you’re right! If I upgrade My Dress-Up Darling, maybe I’ll be able to choose my cosplay! That work?”

All three girls looked at Dakota, who wore an amused smile on her face. “Weeeeellll… I’m not really allowed to say,” she replied, shaking her head. “Sorry, but that would remove the purpose of Sylvia’s Sneak Peek transformation, don’t you think?”

“Good point,” Sylvia agreed. “What do you think, Carly? You up to try it out? Get a little preview of what your upgraded transformation will do?”

Carly couldn’t agree fast enough.

“That sounds like a blast!” She cheered. “Let’s do this!”

Sylvia accessed her transformation, and moved to apply it to Carly’s My Dress-Up Darling transformation to upgrade it.

Carly began to glow, and she sucked in air, her eyes widening. She raised her hands, and felt something change.

In a second, the “modest” schoolgirl uniform she was wearing disappeared in a puff of smoke, revealing her in all her naked glory.

“Eh!?” Carly looked down at her expanded breasts in surprise, and her head snapped up to look at Dakota. “My clothes!”

“Take a peek at your transformation,” Dakota advised her.

• My Dress-Up Darling*: Every day, Carly will be given a new outfit out of the many in her collection (and those she does not have) she will be compelled to wear this costume and cannot put on any other pieces of clothing. UPGRADE: Carly’s costume will be chosen each morning by the audience. A quick vote between a handful of options will be given to the viewers, and whichever outfit gets the most votes will be what she has to wear for the rest of the day. (Content Creator)

“So it’s not that I get to choose what I want, it’s that the audience gets to choose what I wear?” Carly wasn’t thrilled about that.

Dakota shrugged. “The idea behind the transformation is to have you looking sexy and appealing,” she pointed out. “Isn’t that right, Sylvia?”

Sylvia nodded. “Yup, that’s why I designed it,” she confirmed.

Dakota continued, “So with that in mind, it only makes sense that the upgrade to your transformation would be something that makes you still look sexy. Wouldn’t want you to dress up as a nun or something like that every day as soon as you’re given the choice, right?”

She paused. “…Then again, a sexy nun…”

Marley rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “It’s Carly we’re talking about here. She would definitely dress up in something sexy, just because she could.”

Carly nodded. “Yeah, probably,” she agreed.

Dakota laughed. “Well, maybe you’re right. Regardless, the transformation will only last until tomorrow. In the meantime, I’ll present a list of ideas to the audience, and see what they want to have you dressed as- with those big, gorgeous tits of yours,” she said, glancing pointedly to Carly’s massive rack.

Carly leaned in intently. Even though she wasn’t thrilled that the upgrade wasn’t what she’d hoped it would be, she wasn’t that upset about it. In fact, a part of her kind of liked the idea of the viewers voting for what she’d wear next.

“It’s not so bad, sis,” Carly said, patting Marley on the back. “It’s just like back when I was on LonelyFans, back then, my viewers would vote and give donations to determine what I would wear next, too! It was always between outfits that I wanted to wear myself, of course, but it’s basically the same thing, don’t you think?”

Marley supposed her sister had a point. And besides, if Carly was okay with this, did she really need to make a big stink out of it?

“I will say though, I don’t know if you should permanently upgrade this one,” Marley noted. “But it could be sexy. And this way, the audience will choose what costume looks sexiest, so you can get the most BP for your donations.”

It was nice, how that all happened to work out. Marley could get behind something like that, and Sylvia, of course, was all smiles.

“What about me?” She asked suddenly, looking over at Dakota. “Do I have to join my sister for the photo shoot? I mean, I can’t leave her side, right?”

Marley hadn’t even considered that point until now. After all, like Carly, she assumed that the pictures everybody would be getting would be shots of her having sex with Nick, not an actual photo shoot like Dakota was proposing.

And the smirk on Dakota’s face told her that her fears were justified. She sighed, and hung her head.

“At least you don’t have to pose in the photos yourself,” Dakota assured her, which was at least some comfort for Marley.

“I mean, you can always assign me as a babysitter,” Sylvia pointed out. She didn’t want to copy Carly’s sister transformation again, not today anyway. “You’re probably about to have a massive influx of BP, right?”

Carly nodded. “Fair enough,” she agreed. “Thanks you guys! Oh man, it’s been so long since I had a good photo shoot!”

She had been a little jealous when she heard about Kim getting that bounty that let her do a photo shoot. Just a little. But this would be fun in its own way! And Carly loved fun.

So once she made the transfer of custody from Marley over to Sylvia, she turned towards the door to follow Dakota out.

Dakota was leaning against the door, though, and she cleared her throat.

“…Aren’t we forgetting something?” She asked, pointing to Carly’s state of undress. “The actual vote itself?”

Carly looked down at her nakedness, and laughed.

“Whoops! Totally slipped my mind!” She chortled.

Marley rolled her eyes. Sometimes, her sister could be a real pain.

“Let’s go put it to a vote, then,” Dakota said, waving her cane. She had a few ideas for some basic outfits for Carly to pick from that were sure to get the audience interested. “Here are your choices for what Carly will be dressing up as for her photo shoot!”

She options flashed to the audience. And because Dakota was feeling generous, she even let the girls get a sneak peek at what the options were, as well!

How nice of her.

1. Slutty Cheerleader

2. Slutty Nurse

3. Slutty Gothic Lolita

https://strawpoll.com/wby5Q8bB8yA

“I’m sensing a theme here,” Carly said ruefully, cracking a smile. “Let me take a guess… slutty?”

“Wait, but these aren’t cosplay outfits, are they?” Marley frowned.

Dakota rolled her eyes. Carly sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Marley, how many times have I had to explain this to you?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips. “Cosplay isn’t just about dressing up as a specific character from a movie or TV show! It can just be a sexy outfit in general!”

“No sexy maid?” Sylvia raised her eyebrow. “I guess Cinder and Ella already kind of fulfill that role, don’t they?”

“We’ve had lots of maids on this show,” Dakota smirked. “I thought it might be good to diversify a little bit. Explore some other fetishes for a change.”

“But we have a lot of goths, too,” Marley pointed out, doing a great job of channeling Dawn’s pedantic whining. “Morgana, for example?”

Dakota rolled her eyes again. “Morgana is a Slutty Gothic Witch,” she rebuked Marley’s objection. “This is a Slutty Gothic Lolita. It’s like the difference between a hammerhead shark and a great white. You aren’t seriously-”

She paused, and for a moment her pleasant veneer cracked, and her tired visage returned momentarily. Dakota sighed and rubbed her temples.

“By the producers, I’m starting to sound like Shar of all people.”

Marley and Carly both looked confused.

“Shar?”

“Who’s that?”

Dakota waved her hand. “Not important,” she muttered. “The less thoughts wasted on her the better right now.”

“Shar’s another host,” Sylvia whispered to the twins. “She and Dakota had a few issues…”

“A few issues?” Dakota sneered. “That witch completely ruined my season! …Not this season, the other one. No, not that one. The one with the bunnies.”

The twins looked at each other again.

“…You did a show with bunnies?” Marley raised her eyebrow.

“No, I didn’t, that’s my whole-! …Never mind.” Talking about past grudges only served to upset the host. Especially when she couldn’t redress her grievances with a good punishment transformation or two. “She’s just lucky she doesn’t have any eyes left,” Dakota muttered under her breath.

Carly cleared her throat awkwardly. This conversation had definitely gone in a weird direction, almost like the course of the discussion was being directed by a writer going through a severe fever.

“So, uh… about that costume…”

“Yes, fine, it’s already started, they’re voting on it,” Dakota said, waving her hand dismissively. “We can pass the time for a little while.”

In spite of the sneer on the host’s lips, it was clear that she was very exhausted. And neither Carly nor Marley, not even Sylvia, a former host herself, had any clue why that would be.

If one wished to know why Dakota was so frustrated and exhausted, they need only look several minutes earlier, to the Arcade Suite.

“Your date with Nick is today,” Dakota informed Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin. “Are you sure you don’t want to use Dream Alley for a private date, just for the two of you? You could do whatever you wanted, with no interruptions.”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin stroked her chin, then shook her head. She was standing naked in the suite covered in sweat, having just danced her heart out on the dancing machine.

Buck naked.

And with her boobs having received a minus increase in size due to her Nanomachines, Son! transformation, she was really rocking the vibes.

Even if she hadn’t gotten onto the leaderboard yet.

“So what’s your plan for the date going to be?” Dakota asked. “If you’re not going to Dream Alley, I mean.”

Communicating with the assassin was difficult for most people, but it helped that Dakota wasn’t all that concerned with what the other woman actually wanted.

The only thing she cared about was getting Nick excited for a sexy night with the Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin. Whatever that entailed.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin walked over to her nightstand and picked up her umbrella. She turned the point towards Dakota, and mimed pulling the trigger.

Dakota raised her eyebrow.

“…You’re going to shoot him with aphrodisiacs?” She asked. “I suppose I can see how that would be a fun- Wait, you’re not?”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin shook her head again. Then she shook her umbrella. It was still pointed at Dakota’s chest.

“…So if you’re not going to shoot Nick… wait, are you planning to shoot the other women in the hotel, then?” Dakota’s eyes widened. She knew that fun times would ensue if she gave the aphrodisiac umbrella to the assassin, but this was a little…

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin nodded cheerfully, flashing a beaming smile. Her shiny eyes gleamed with excitement.

Dakota found the part of her excited by the amusing prospect of the assassin hunting down the other contestants for Nick’s sake clashing with the part of her that actually wanted to run a fair show and support Nick’s desires.

Talk about a pain in the ass.

“Yeah, no, we’re not doing that,” Dakota said, shaking her head. “I’m the host here, I’m the only one who gets to set up events like that.”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin puffed up her cheeks and stomped her foot petulantly on the ground.

“…Because I said so, that’s why!” Dakota snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m the host, I make the rules! And I say no hunting down the other contestants on your date tonight!”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin rolled her eyes and pinched her fingers together to look like a swan’s beak. Then she flopped it open and closed like she was mimicking what Dakota was saying, like a little brat.

Dakota’s eye twitched in frustration. This girl-!

The assassin simply refused to be reasoned with.