I say a little prayer for you

Mary watched the sunset from her window and wondered what Kim was doing right now.

I hope she got some rest… Mary bit her lip, remembering the condition her friend was in this morning. She couldn’t thank Rose enough for agreeing to help out with the other woman’s job.

Knowing that Kim had all this time to herself helped Mary relax. She flopped back into bed and looked at her collection of mystery novels, grabbing one of them to pass the time. But she could barely make it through the first chapter. Her brain was in no state for figuring out mysteries, she was too distracted by her thoughts about Kim.

They’re just going to rest. Kim wouldn’t do anything else. She’s taking it slow, right? Mary reminded herself. Kim had been at her side with Holly when Nick had told Mary he was going to begin sleeping with the other women. She had helped Mary get through that hard time, and recognize that it was all part of God’s plan to test her feelings for him.

And yet, in spite of knowing that Kim was chaste like her, she couldn’t help the twinge in her nether region from aching. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to suppress the feelings welling up inside of her to dubious effect.

Resist it…! Resist! Mary clutched the pages of her book so hard she was afraid they might tear. Right now she desperately wanted to soothe the ache that had been building up inside her since her transformation. This isn’t you. This isn’t the kind of person you are. Giving into your urges like this… this is the transformation working on you!

Mary had masturbated in the past, when her urges got to be too much for her. Every time she’d done so, she’d felt overwhelming shame, like she’d done something wrong. And no matter how much she apologized to God, she still felt dirty inside. But she hadn’t done so since coming to the island, no matter how many lurid dreams she’d had. Dreams of Nick pushing her down, cumming inside and filling her up with his warmth, getting her nice and-

She felt denim brush against her fingers and she tore her hand away. Without even realizing it, she’d started to reach for her nethers.

I need to control myself! She screamed internally, wishing in that moment she had a transformation like Gina’s so she could lock her hands away in moments like this, when her urges felt overpowering. But those scenes kept playing in her mind. Her and Nick, locked in heated embrace, climaxing together as he finally granted her heart’s desire of having a child. Then there were the scenes of her growing rounder, feeling her stomach start to swell with their child as her breasts filled up with milk, becoming his little housewife left barefoot and pregnant. Then when their first was born, he’d do it again, and again, and again, a nine-month cycle of her bearing his young like the good little Christian she-

Kim’s face flashed through her mind and Mary gasped. Suddenly, she wasn’t the only one Nick had knocked up. Kim was right there beside her, caressing a baby bump of her own as she watched Nick plow into Mary in a heated frenzy, smiling with pride. Mary bit her lip as she imagined the asian girl on her back right now, in the Master’s Suite, getting a head start on Mary’s deepest desire. Like Carly had. Like Gina. Maybe all three of them were pregnant already, and she would be the next one to…

Oh, why?! She yelled at herself. Why do I have to wait?! Why can’t I-

Mary felt something wet and sticky against her fingers. She went stiff as a board and glanced cautiously down at her crotch. She hadn’t slipped her fingers inside, thank God, but she was diligently rubbing against her pussy through the denim of her shorts, and a stain was starting to spread.

“Yeeeeek!” Mary let out a shriek and practically fell out of bed, horrified at what she’d imagined doing and having done to her. She had been touching herself… down there… not just to thoughts of Nick making her his little pregnant stepford cockpuppet, but doing the same to her buddy and countless other women.

“What sinful thoughts…” She stammered out, stumbling towards the bathroom. Her legs were so shaky she could barely stand. “I-I shouldn’t be thinking such things!”

She needed to cool off, immediately. She took a long, cold shower, letting the soaking water wash over her until the heat in her loins dissipated and she could finally think clearly again. Then she dried off, changed into a new set of daisy dukes and flannel, and picked her book back up.

Mimi knocked on her door half an hour later. Mary perked up when she heard the other girl, remembering she’d have a visitor tonight. “Come in,” she said cautiously, still not sure what to think about Mimi.

The slime girl slipped into the room, never taking her eyes off the redhead. Mary felt something unnerving in her stare.

“Hello,” Mimi greeted her, joining her on the bed.

“H-Hello,” Mary replied. She scooted over a little, having flashbacks to the challenge, when the slime girls had attacked them.

“Is everything alright?” Mimi tilted her head to the side. “You look… nervous. Is that the right word?”

“I’m sorry,” Mary apologized. “I am nervous.”

“Because of what happened before?” Mimi asked. “I did that on orders. I’m sorry. But I promise I will not melt your clothes again.”

Mary gasped. Compared to the movie night Rose had thrown only a few days ago, she’d become so eloquent!

That’s right, she has that Fast Leaner transformation, Mary remembered. If she can grow like this in just a few days, then what else can she become?

She was curious, but also very uneasy.

“You’re right, let’s forget it,” she said, giving Mimi a smile. “That was all in the past. You’re not that person anymore, you’re growing every day.”

Mimi returned Mary’s smile with one of her own. Mary felt a twinge when she saw it; it looked like the way Kim smiled.

“Can I cuddle?” Mimi asked, pushing out her lower lip and batting her eyelashes cutely, imitating Rose’s puppy dog expression. Mary sighed, and agreed. She couldn’t resist such a cute expression, and more importantly, she wanted to make a connection with this girl. The more people Mimi had to guide her, the better.

She spent last night with Dakota… who knows what she picked up from her? Mary wondered. I need to make sure to put her on the right path, for her sake.

“It’s a pity,” she sighed, tightening her grip on the slime girl.

“What is?” Mimi asked.

“I looked through this whole place… and I couldn’t find a single Bible. It’s not fair. It would have been great to spend tonight reading the Bible with you and helping you understand the grace of the lord’s love.” Mary shook her head, resting her chin on Mimi’s shoulder. “There wasn’t even one in the chapel…”

Then she had an idea. “Wait, come with me,” she said, taking Mimi’s hand. Mimi looked at her curiously as Mary pulled her off the bed.

“Where are we going?” Mimi asked as Mary took her to the elevator.

Mary smiled back at her. “Somewhere special,” she replied, heading inside. A minute later, the doors opened and Mary stepped out into the chapel with Mimi following on her heels. Mary took a deep breath and looked around, glad to be back.

“Welcome to the chapel.” Mary led Mimi to the front row of pews. She sat down and clasped her hands together. Mimi stared at her for a second and copied the move, mimicking the actions of prayer but not sure what else to do.

“What are you doing?” She asked. She knew that Mary was praying, she’d seen it in The Sound of Music. But she didn’t understand why she was doing that now, right here.

“I’m praying,” Mary explained. “I’m praying to the lord.”

“…Why?” Mimi still didn’t get that part. “Are you asking God for something?”

“No, I’m not,” Mary said, shaking her head. She kept her eyes closed. “I’m just saying hello to Him. Prayer is how I let Him know that I’m listening, that I care. It’s how he knows I’m still his faithful follower.”

Mimi considered that.

“I was hoping we could pray together, in fact,” Mary confessed. She lowered her hands and turned to Mimi. “Would you do that with me?”

Mimi paused, and then nodded. “…Okay. What should I pray for?”

“I can’t answer that,” Mary said, shaking her head. “That’s up to you. You’re human now. Whatever you were before, that doesn’t matter, you’re the only one who can decide what your relationship with the lord will be.”

Mimi nodded again, and the two resumed praying. She had no idea what she was doing, though. She just thought “Hello, God. Nice to meet you. My name is Mimi. Can you tell me who I am?”

God did not reply.

Kim awoke feeling refreshed for the first time in days. She didn’t have to work her butt off yesterday. She got to enjoy a nice walk on the beach, then have dinner in the Master’s Suite and watch movies with Nick until they both went to bed.

It felt like a date. A real date, the kind she’d never had a chance to have in her old life.

Although the only reason I had a chance like this was because of Rose helping me out… The writing was on the wall, no matter how much Kim didn’t want to admit it. If she kept working at her job, then she’d lose out on chances like this in the future.

Chances with Nick… more opportunities than just our obligatory nights together… time that I can really spend, with him… I need to do something.

Kim bit her lip, uncertain of how to proceed.

“Nick? Are you awake?” She asked, placing a hand on his arm. He stirred, turning over in bed to face her.

“Yeah? What’s up?” He was half-asleep, but when he noticed Kim’s nervous state, he was quickly roused. “Is everything okay?”

“…No,” she admitted, shaking her head. “It’s not okay.”

Nick sat up in bed and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. She hugged him back, trying not to cry.

Hugged the Master! +1 VP

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Everything had seemed fine last night; amazing, even. But now she was practically in tears.

“It’s… this fucking job,” Kim groaned, resting her head against his chest. Suddenly, the energized feeling she’d had upon waking up had faded, and in its place, her fatigue had returned. She couldn’t even sit up straight. “I work all day. Doing nothing! It’s just lift stock, put it on shelves, then take it off the shelves, try it on, sweep the floors, wash the windows, and for what? Because of this fucking transformation? I hate it!”

Nick seemed surprised. “That… you’re right, that does sound really hard,” he agreed. “But aren’t you used to that sort of thing?”

Kim stifled a laugh. “Now you sound like me! ‘It’s not a big deal, I do this all the time’ or ‘I’m used to it’ or whatever. But… no. It IS a big deal, whether I like it or not.”

She sighed and shook her head. “Mary’s worried sick about me, and even Rose was willing to pitch in, she felt so bad.”

“Rose?!” Nick said incredulously. “Rose was willing to work as a store clerk?” He couldn’t imagine her doing anything of the sort. But he supposed that was a testament to how worn-down Kim really was. While he’d been worrying over Carly and having fun with Gina, Kim had been working her ass off. They’d had fun last night, but the fun was over now.

It was time to go back to work.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked. “I can talk to Sylvia, maybe see if-”

“Don’t you dare.” Kim pushed off his chest and looked him in the eye. “I don’t need you to save me. I can handle this myself, okay?”

“Yeah,” Nick nodded. “Okay, sure. As long as you know what you’re doing, that’s fine.”

Kim smiled and nodded back at him. But the truth was, she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t know anything.

Other than the fact that she had an ace to play.

“Speaking of, it’s time for work.”

“Ah!”

“What?!”

Kim and Nick both reacted to Sylvia popping into the Master’s Suite with shock. Kim rolled off Nick and he pulled the covers over himself instinctively, even though he was fully-dressed. The two stared at Sylvia with looks on their faces that could lead them to be mistaken for a pair of deer caught in the headlights.

Sylvia smirked at them both.

“It’s nice to see you two getting so intimate,” she purred. “A bit of a shame that you kiddies didn’t end up having sex, but what can you do?”

Sylvia shrugged and continued. “But as I was saying, Kim, it’s time for you to go to work, so chop-chop! Don’t make me warp you there!” She warned.

“Sylvia, this is nuts, she just woke up,” Nick protested, getting out of bed. “At least let her get some breakfast!”

“…You’re right, my boy,” Sylvia acquiesced, nodding. She turned to Kim. “Where are my manners? He’s right. You at least deserve a bit of breakfast.”

She raised her cane. A single donut landed on the bed in front of Kim, bouncing off the sheets. It was as stiff as a board.

“One stale donut. Don’t say I never did anything for you. Now, shall we go?”

Kim sighed and looked back at Nick one last time. She nodded and got out of bed, before she could leave, Nick grabbed her by the arm.

“Listen, Kim, remember how much fun you had last night,” Nick urged her. “You don’t have to work your hardest. It’s just some fucking job that was **** onto you. You’d be much better off if you just did what you wanted to do.”

Kim stared at him, both surprised and not surprised to hear those words from his lips. She smiled, and nodded.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Sylvia led Kim to the elevator and the two descended. But before they got to the shopping district, Kim pressed the “Elevator Stop” button.

“Oh?” Sylvia raised her eyebrow. “What’s this now?”

“What do you want?” Kim demanded, narrowing her eyes.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sylvia innocently replied.

“I’m asking you why you’re forcing me like this,” Kim spat. “Why are you making this job a living hell for me, huh?! You said I was supposed to be working part-time! That means I should get some fucking time off once in a while, don’t you think?! But no, you have me working more hours than I ever have at even a full-time job! So what, are you just torturing me? Trying to make me break? What do you want?”

Sylvia stared at her, and continued to look like she didn’t have a clue what Kim meant.

“Look, Kim, if you want to make your workload easier, you don’t HAVE to do all that work,” Sylvia pointed out.

“Huh? No, I-”

“Think about it like this. What’s your boss going to do if you just told her to fuck off when she asked you to stock the shelves? Fire you? She can’t. Your transformation necessitates that you work there. You could be the most miserable employee on the planet and there’s nothing she can do about it. You get what I’m saying, my girl?”

Kim was aghast. “You… you want me to just half-ass my work? That’s just wrong! I have an obligation to… to, you know, give it my all!”

Sylvia sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Well, don’t say I didn’t try to help. I gave you the best advice I could, not my fault you’re too much of a stickler to take it.”

Kim winced. Sylvia wasn’t wrong. She stared down at the elevator floor.

“…But what would Nick say?” She mumbled. “He always admired how much of a hard worker I am… and… and I take pride in the good work I do! I don’t WANT to become some lazy slacker who always half-asses things!”

“Well, fine then!” Sylvia shrugged. “If that’s what you want? Go ahead! I’m certainly not complaining about your work ethic.”

Kim bit her lip. She could see the goading look in Sylvia’s eyes, and knew the other woman had her over a barrel. But she wasn’t wrong. Kim’s pride was really the only thing standing in the way of her. She could just blow off her obligations at any time, but she didn’t. She valued her image of herself as a hardworking employee too much.

“What if… what if we made a deal?” Kim asked.

Sylvia seemed scandalized by the question. She held her hand over her mouth and her eyes widened with shock. “No, I don’t think so. The last time I made a deal with one of you girls, I got raked over the coals. So no, no deals. You keep working the way you have been, or you try some ‘quiet quitting’ and fulfill the letter of your transformation, if not the spirit. That’s the only ‘deal’ on the table right now.”

Kim shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.” She reached into the breast pocket of her shirt and withdrew a crumpled up piece of paper that she unfolded. It contained the list of potential purchases, particularly the ones for her.

Sylvia raised her eyebrow and the faintest touches of a smile reached her lips. “…Oh. So THAT’S what you meant by a deal.”

“It says it right here, my Hard Worker transformation path will be changed to reflect a more ethical form of employment. That means I can renegotiate, right? Because the only unethical thing about my current employment is my hours. That’s all I need. Less hours, and I’ll work just as hard.”

Kim stared hopefully up at Sylvia, hoping that the host would take her up on that offer.

“…Well, it is your choice to purchase what you wish,” Sylvia acquiesced. “Very well. As part of our negotiations for your new contract, let’s say you must work four consecutive hours in the shop each day. Will that be fine for you? The rest of that time is yours to spend as you wish.”

Kim’s face lit up with glee. “Yes, that would be-!”

“Oh, but you’ll still be required to work overtime,” Sylvia cut her off. “Say, if it’s the middle of the night and the master requests lingerie for whichever girl he’s with, you will still be obligated to show up as the model.”

“…Yeah, that’s fine,” Kim agreed.

“Excellent! Then it appears we have a bargain.” Sylvia held out her hand. “Shake on it?”

Kim paused for a moment, considering the catlike smile on Sylvia’s face. Then she considered the worried look Mary had worn the day before, and made her decision.

“Deal,” she said, taking Sylvia’s hand.

Kim: 5700 BP – 5000 BP = 700 BP

Dark light flowed from Sylvia’s cane through her body and into her hand, traveling up Kim’s arm and into her heart. The strange feeling made her tingle.

Kim’s “Hard Worker” Transformation Path changed to “Slacker”!

Kim turned pale. “Wh-What?” She stammered, yanking her hand away and stumbling back, hitting the elevator wall.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Sylvia purred, lowering her arm.