Insight, the Most Terrifying Gift of All, pt 3 (Challenge) (non-canon)

“Next!” Yuki speaks with a professional tone, before looking around to determine who to “reward” next. “Oh, it’s you. Now, now Marika, I know this might be scary, but I’m sure that your Master and your fellow harem slaves will accept you for who you are. Let me remove your gag.” Yuki snapped her fingers and the straps disappeared, causing the gag to fall from Marika’s mouth.

Marika shakes like a leaf, to her the presents look like a minefield. But then she looks serenely at Goshujin-sama. “Whatever you see, know that I’m happy here. I’m yours, forever and ever Goshujin-sama. Try to not lose sight of who I am now, as you see my past.”

Ben looks at the curvy woman with strong warm eyes, knowing the shocking difference coming, but knowing she needs support. “It’s ok. Nobody has it easy in this round. It might seem like who you were will shock people, but don’t worry, at the end of the day, you’re the same girl from last night.”

The crowd of onlookers show every spectrum of reaction. Ashley looks dispassionate, but more bored than anything. Monica looks intrigued, her expression clearly wanting to ask questions. And Maricela looks at Marika with a look of barely concealed disgust. Of course Yuki sees this, showing up and shoving a microphone in her face.

“Well, well, somebody looks like they might’ve pieced together the puzzle. Do you know who Marika is?” Maricela merely looks at Yuki, trying to hide her expression, fearing the biting sting of the audience’s displeasure, but her answer stumbles out. “Yeah, I do. I worked with Him for a few years, of course I know the former…” And with that, Yuki places an icy finger on Maricela’s lips. “Uh, uh, uh, leave some suspense. And way to misgender, you’re really living up to your hateful roots!” Yuki smiles. “Well, at least you broke our little doe-eyed slut from her little fear. Probably because she feared you’d spill everything.”

Marika stands over the pile of remaining presents, picking one up at random. She lifts the package, holds her breath, and breaks the paper.

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Mark cursed as the shot went wide. The last alien came up and tore into his last character, ending the run. Mark didn’t throw his controller, merely placing it down and putting his hands over his eyes. He stood up from his gaming desk, stretching.

It was already late, time had passed by in a flash. That was a mercy. As he looked at his apartment, he couldn’t help but feel bad, looking at how messy it was. You were a big shot, not too long ago.

This thought makes him go back to his desk, closing the game. He opens his email, checking to see if he’d gotten any hits. He found nothing, and sighed, closing the email. How is it possible that a guy with a finance degree and so much experience can’t find a job? Although, I only sent two resumes in the past month, and that interview at the beginning of the month was… yikes.

He checked his phone, and realized it still was only the 18th, the new event wouldn’t start in Fate Grand Order, the mobile game he was playing, for another two days. Mark wished it would just start, to fill the emptiness.

Those feelings engulfed him, as he sighed and reminisced. It had been a year and a half since the divorce had been finalized. He had given up the CEO position 3 months before that when Yua had begun the proceedings. The divorce was quick, as Mark had accepted most of the terms in court, the only real lasting impact from that part of his life being equity in the company which Yua had given him. Equity which kept his financials looking somewhat acceptable, along with his investments.

He’d had two jobs since then, one as a CFO for 3 months and one as an upper financial director for one month. It just doesn't seem to be working out was the refrain. It had been six months since then, and now he only left his apartment to pick up the groceries deposited on his doorstep, and go to interviews that didn’t amount to anything. I’ve basically turned into a hikikomori at this point…

It felt like a spiral that was tightening, gripping him further and further. He should get help, but part of him always worried about the way the therapist would look at him, judge him as he drove in with his Kia Stinger. Oh, you’re so cursed, living idly in the lap of luxury while others starve in the streets. Now go back and exercise more on your Peloton bike, I’ll send your next appointment to your Apple watch.

It was the divorce, he knew. And his… infirmity. He was sterile, that was it, no use dancing around it in his own head. He wasn’t really a man, is what his inner demons said, the society that prized masculinity and virility above all other virtues. The vision that he had cast, the CEO in charge of his own destiny, was a lie. The capable finance guy was also a lie, a momentary illusion, if his job record was anything to go by. Even the sex with his wife felt lackluster on reflection, but that might just be the emptiness.

His life had moved forward with momentum, big test scores leading to an easy college life focusing on his studies, leading to a manageable path into grad school and then an arranged marriage to Yua. But that had blown up, and now Mark laid in the rubble, wondering where he went wrong. If maybe the path he’d set out on wasn’t one he should’ve been on at all. If maybe marrying the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen had been the mistake, knowing now that he wasn’t fertile… If he could get a new start.

Mark sighs, before opening up the game again, deciding to go for one difficulty setting lower, hoping for a win, any win at all.

I wish that life was as clearly defined as a game. That I could be happy with all of the things I’ve gathered, all the toys that I’m told should make me happy. That my materialism gave me happiness, and didn’t make me feel empty inside.

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There was a fullness inside. Marika’s ass stretched on the full cock shaped like Goshujin-sama, and she moaned into another one invading her mouth. The one beneath her began to vibrate as the Sybian turned on, the one above began to thrust down her throat, her head held almost vertical by the rampaging shaft in her mouth. Her breasts feel the vibrators suction cupped to her nipples turn on, her cage vibrating through the leaking vibration of the Sybian that pleasures her. The plaque beneath her reads: The Sextoy.

“Is it any wonder you enjoy who you are now? That was downright depressing, who you once were. And now, you can have all these fun little toys like your gags and plugs give you actual purpose. Being the best little slut you can be for your Master, for your oh so precious Goshujin-sama. And you love it because I made you love it.”

The small crowd of women gasps, even Maricela whose hard eyes took on a bit of pity. Each had known Yuki’s tampering with their mind, with their very selves. Ashley had been **** to love her oversexed body that grew aroused to match her Master, Monica to change a personality on a dime, and Maricela to refer to her Daddy as Daddy. But they were powerless to change Marika back into Mark, and more importantly, each knew the most terrible thing of all.

That such a change was a blessing in disguise, that it was better to be changed mentally to match your physical proportions, than to be left shattered, conflicted. It was better to be given the body of a slut and the mind of a slut, rather than given the body of a slut, left with the mind of a chaste virgin. That the true cruelty wasn’t how Yuki had changed them, but how she changed them one piece at a time, letting them stew in what they lost, in what they were becoming. She could supplant their past selves instantly, no doubt. No, the piecemeal nature of the transformation was the point. It was about the journey, not the destination.

“Ah, this could’ve spoiled one of our modest contestants, but a big girl like you should be just fine. Small, but Sensitive. But considering how big a growing girl like you will become, I don’t mind a bit of a downgrade in size for an upgrade in sensitivity. I may be no mathematician, but I think you’ll be bigger than Ashley by the end of this in the oppai (breast) department.” Yuki had reached down and opened the package, taking the glowing ball of magic and rubbing it along Marika’s breasts, squeezing and playing with them more than was strictly necessary. Marika rewarded Yuki with a moan, her breasts growing more sensitive as the magic flowed through her.

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As Yuki let go of the woman’s breasts, Yuki stayed there, admiring her work. “You really are a work of art, my dear. Have fun.” And with that, she is sitting back before the tree. “Next, Ashley, our little slut. Hurry up, this challenge is starting to drag, and I have a special ending planned too. So, come on, chop chop.”

Ashley looks at the pile of presents, then Yuki. She thinks of how struggling has led to nothing but pain, and she lowers her head. “What present should I choose?” Yuki, for her part, barely even reacts. “The middle one. I think it might help you the most, girl. Though I don’t think anything will help you with what you will see.”

Ashley is scared, but her will is broken, she walks forward and takes the center one, with only the slightest hesitation before she pulls at the paper.

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He had been a fat bastard this time. Why was it that I never get any Fabio types? I guess those types either don’t need sex for hire or they don’t talk to her previous clientele.

Ashley wanted to get out of this, to stop. But that threat hung over her head. All of these men who slept with her knew each other and told each other to ask for ‘special treatment’. And each had told her whenever she seemed to give them lip to know her place. One accusation could be put off as a single man upset that she had rejected his gross advances. Two would jeopardize her position. Three would be a full-blown scandal, and could hurt the company. And that wasn’t even talking about what would happen if Greg found out.

The first had been meant to save a deal, the second was a nudge sent from the first, it had felt like technically she was still in control. It was only by the third that those words had been uttered. What would happen if I told?

It was when she had tried to tell him that business dinner was ok, but she didn’t want to sleep with a gross guy like him. The man barely seemed to bathe… But then he had said those words, and she had folded, been his sex doll, his fucking Barbie doll, and she found herself here now, the elevator opening in a Days Inn. As she stepped in, she was confronted by herself in the mirror. She had started to cry as she reflected on what just happened. Her hair was tousled, she was a mess.

I can’t. This stops tonight. I’m going to tell Yua, come clean. Tell Lyndon to fuck straight off to hell. She didn’t care if his little friend group reported her to Yua, smeared her to any and everyone that would listen. The material would only grow if she kept performing for his sick little group of friends, and what had seemed like a real threat only an hour earlier now felt hollow.

I can get out of this… I’ll tell Yua after the New Year, no reason to ruin her big trip that she has planned. And who knows, maybe Greg and I can have a good time on the vacation and when I tell him afterward about this… maybe he won’t break up with me…

As the elevator dings again, Ashley looks at herself in the mirror, seeing her expression grow firm.

“I wish that I could’ve avoided this whole thing. I wish I was smarter.”

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Ashley stands there. Looking down at the box in her hand. Not trapped in a glass dome like the others. Yuki merely smiles. “Hmm, curious isn’t it? Your wish is… tame. Even aspirational. It doesn’t quite fit, now does it?” And then like a jack in the box, the box pops open, a black bolt flying from it and hitting Ashley square in the face.

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He had been a fat bastard this time. Why was it that she got only the soft types? I guess the that know what they want **either don’t need sex for hire or they don’t talk to her previous clientele.

Ashley wanted to get out of this, to stop. But that threat hung over her head. What if she could find the one? The first had seemed almost exciting, with how illicit it was. The next two were sad, and reflecting on it, the first wasn’t anything special either. But there was something arousing about this power dynamic.

The first had been meant to save a deal, the second was a nudge sent from the first, it had felt like technically she was still in control. It was only by the third that those words had been uttered. You like this, don’t you?

It was when he pinned her to the bed, a virgin yet trying to act like an alpha male. It wasn’t convincing, but in the moment, she was wet. But then he had said those words, and she had folded, been his sex doll, his fucking Barbie doll, his sexy little bimbo, and she found herself here now, the elevator opening in a Days Inn. As she stepped in, she was confronted by herself in the mirror. She had started to cry as she reflected on what just happened. Her hair was tousled, she was a mess. Well fucked, like the whore she was.

She was a slut. A whore. A stupid bimbo who wanted a firm hand, but didn’t know how to find one in this world of soy boys and honest gentleman. Somebody to take hold of her and pin her to the ground and really fuck her. Like those movies she watched. The 50 Shades series.

She’d always had a fantasy of finding a man who could claim her completely, utterly. Somebody who could make her his own, leave her with nary a thought of leaving him, fucked stupid, fucked like the bimbo she was.

As the elevator dings again, Ashley looks at herself in the mirror, seeing her expression grow aroused.

“I wish that I could just be the bimbo to some Master, who could take this sexy body of mine and punish me for all of these stupid slutty thoughts.”

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“Ah that’s better.”

Yuki stands behind Ashley, though the camera can hardly see her, only her gesticulating arms beyond a wild mane of tousled blonde locks. Big lips covered in a sexy pink lipstick, boobs reaching K, a butt large and toned. It is no shock the title beneath her.

The Bimbo.

Now Ashley is the very picture of a bimbo, shopping bags in her arms. The only thing that shields her body is a sheer pink microdress, which barely contains her sizable assets.

“I won’t lie, I mostly had this path because it’s a standard and I have to explain to the producers when I don’t have it when it’s such a tried and true audience favorite. But there’s a beauty in it, especially with your gift.”

Yuki smacks her head comically. “Oh, right your gift, how could I forget? It was quite the little landmine.”

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“So for those keeping track at home, that would be…”

Close Enough- Ashley’s body is changed just a bit, a cup size here, a stomach tightening there. Just enough so her subordinate would struggle to recognize her.

The Embrace of Leather- Ashley will feel cold, almost like she is freezing, if she is not wearing some form of leather, even on the hottest of summer days.

Good Girl- Will experience a wave of pleasure when her master praises her.

“And of course!”

Fantasies Come True- Ashley will find that she has always had a fantasy of a strong master, taking and claiming her for his own. That the idea of being his absolute **** is the most erotic thing she can possibly imagine.

“So you see, that’s why her visions differ, but don’t worry, I took the better wish!” Yuki continues on teasing the bimbo, tormenting her, but Ben’s eyes go to somebody closer to him. He looks at Wendy, as her breasts shrink a bit. And as he feels those memories of her leaving him after he refused to be her Master leave. The old memories filter back, a simpler breakup.

Only for them to be replaced with memories of Ashley constantly teasing him, trying to get him to take charge. Of that first night with her taking a new edge.

She wanted me to pin her, claim her utterly, but I wasn’t ready to then. We fixed that with the orgy with Callie.

Ben knows this is not him, but as he looks on Ashley, he can’t imagine that she wasn’t always like this. With a body like that, it was all too easy to buy that she was always just a bimbo slut.