It’s almost time!

“Where’s Nzinga?” Erica and Joan came storming into the dining area. All the npcs looked her way, they smelled hot gossip. A few of the contestants were also waiting close by for Eve to open up the buffet room. The second challenge was about an hour away, so everyone, except Boudica thought they needed every advantage to advance. Boudica was having early morning sex with Randy in his room, but that's neither here nor there.

Xi sipped some coffee. “Nzinga and Diaochan are in the buffet.”

“I bet she is. Dammit.” Erica stamped her foot.

“What’s the matter?” Cleo joined Erica. The warths we’re looking like lofi girls, sipping their coffe at a nearby table. All three perked their ears up curiously.

“Eve’s eating with Daddy this morning so, she gave me the key to the buffet to let you all in, but its gone.” Fuck that word tasted horrid on her tongue. Daddy, what a stupid game.

“How could it be gone?”

“I don’t know, someone must have gone into my room or something.” She knocked on the buffet’s closed doors. “Come on let us in, we all want to eat before the contest.”

Nothing.

“That bitch.” Cleo shook her head. “She hated having to share her room with the rest of us.”

Erica and Cleo shared an annoyed look. They’d both bonded a little over their mutual hatred of the king.

“Did they finally decided to lock us out?” Olympias and Helen strolled into the room. They looked like mother and daughter, just because of their similar Mediterranean features, Helen was still glowing from her drip to the spa, along with a brand new hairdo, a braided crown just like Olympias'. Their tall and short stature didn't hurt the maternal image either.

Helen was noteworthy for a beautiful pink dress she was wearing. It was a radiant little piece, and there wasn't a contestant there from Xi to Cleo who didn't stop and gawk. “Wow.” Erica did more than gawk, she drooled.

“Isn’t she lovely?” Olympias gushed. “Go on Helen, give them a spin.”

Helen happily, spun around letting the skirt fly up. She looked like a dream, from an old movie. A ballerina dancing atop a music box, the girls were entranced. “Isn’t it pretty? Olympias bought it for me!”

The Amazon nodded proudly. “It makes her more attractive to women, I thought you’d all appreciate it.”

“It does what?” Cleo sounded a little worried.

“That’s our Lilith of The Lily dress, with matching sandals.” Skylar joined the group, she had a plate stacked high with syrup-drenched waffles. She usually sat with the rest of the production crew, though they all hated it because she was their boss, and they generally wanted to talk bad about her while they were eating. It's a lonely life at the top. "Some of the pricier items offer bonuses, and traits of their own. You really should read the rulebooks we gave you, honestly it's like some of you are trying to lose."

Helen batted her eyes at Erica, who she caught staring. "Do you like it?"

The young woman could only blush and stare at her boots, Helen had officially tied her tongue.

"Good idea." Olympias squeezed Helen's shoulder. "Erica's very popular with the audience, I'm sure the two of you getting together would boost your rankings."

"I'm ready whenever you are." Helen gave Erica a wink.

Once the girl was appropriately frazzled Olympias spoke up. "Well if the buffet isn't opening up..." she patted Helen. "We better get you fed for today's challenge. I don't want Helen's empty tummy getting in the way of her performance." She took her precious charge, and escorted her to a nearby table, where she helped the girl sit down, and obsessively adjusted her dress before finally handing her a menu.

Cleopatra shook her head, just blown away by how Olympias was acting around her precious Helen. "This is so weird."

Erica nodded. “She’s turning Helen into her little mini-me.”

“Yeah I noticed they have the same hair now.” Cleo chortled. “That cost me five points.”

“Worth it.” Erica gestured over to a open table.

“Yeah.” Cleo sat down and picked up a menu. “She was actually resisting the first level of the trait.”

“Wow, I know how hard these things they put in our heads are to resist. She’s pretty scary.”

“Good thing she’s sexy as an avalanche.”

“That too.” Erica giggled. “So how ya holding up?”

Cleopatra thought back to her night with Satan and all the filthy things she said she wanted to happen to Erica. “I messed up.” She confessed. “After I upgraded Olympias’ transformation… I went to get off, and while doing that… I was just so caught up in it all… I upgraded my own trait, the first one, the one that makes me want to see all of you become demons.”

“Damn.”

"And... I've never been happier. It's the best decision I ever made."

Uh-oh. Erica cautiously looked up from her menu. "What are you saying?" Joan per her hand on Erica's shoulder, suddenly protective of her charge. It looked like they were about to erase Cleopatra as one of their confidants.

"These transformations I just can't get enough of them, I've been wet all morning thinking about what we'll get today. I don't even care if I win, I just want to see what happens to me, to us. I know it's seriously fucked up, and that I shouldn't have done this to myself, but that doesn't mean anything to me. None of this feels bad, in fact it all feels really hot!"

"That's disappointing Cleo, I thought you were one of the few girls around here with their head screwed on."

"You'll see." Cleo said. "When I get the points, I'll upgrade on of your traits, at level two you don't even want to fight it. You'll want Lucifer to be your Daddy. Fuck, I'm wet just thinking about it, you have to stop me Erica."

Erica was shocked and panicked. Was Cleo threatening her? "Why would you do that to me? I thought we were... well..."

"I'm trying to help you, Erica my brain is broken. I want to help, but all I can think of is how much happier you'll be if I upgrade you."

"Don't do it, Cleo I don't want it."

"But it'll help you be a better little girl."

"Upgrade someone else, just say away from her." Joan glared at Cleopatra.

"I want to upgrade everyone! I wish I had more points. You've got fifteen right? I could fully upgrade someone, wouldn't that be fun? I'll do whoever you want." Cleo was huffing with excitment.

Erica was just nauseous. "Cleo I have to go, this is too upsetting." She got up and left, leaving the panting goddess to herself, and her run away fantasies. She couldn't for the life of her comprehend why Erica wouldn't want to be a better sluttier school girl.

“I thought this place would be crowded on the day of the contest.” Nzinga poured gravy over a few eggs. The table was crowded with food but empty of women.

Diaochan dipped her spoon from a cup of yogurt, and had a single taste. “None of them have been back since the first day. Perhaps they forgot. They don’t have the same vision as you my king.”

“Perhaps.” Nzinga was preparing for anything. Her plate was loaded with seven different types of food, all of which would increase her stats.

Diaochan was feasting on only three types, agility, strength, and endurance, and she had two of each. She wouldn’t be as well rounded as Nzinga, but if today’s challenge just so happed to be physical in nature she’d be better prepared.

The beauty pulled the tab from another yogurt and had a spoon full. “I’ve noticed you’re starting to show some gains.” She said it innocently as one could. “How many times have you come here? Once that first morning, twice for your nights with the master, and twice for challenges, if what Erica was saying is true, you might be in trouble.”

Nzinga wanted to yell down such a snippy attack, but she was trying to change her tactics. Besides it was true, her flat stomach was developing pudge, and her ass had a lot more jiggle to it. “I’ll have to follow Olympias into the gym one of these days.”

“That’s going to have to be an impressive work out.” Diaochan let her spoon drop to the table. “I’m all finished, feel free to have what’s left, my king.”

Diaochan got up to leave, Nzinga saw she had fully finished off six portions of food, but at her seat where seven cups of yogurt with a single bite taken out of them. “What’s this?”

Diaochan smiled. “Just my way of wishing you luck.” She left with a smile, through a side door as not to be caught by the other contestants.

The King could only glare at her and then look skittishly at the pyramid of yogurts. “You don’t have to do this." She told herself, a mental strain already building. She was already over stuffed from the buffet… now there was more!

She closed her eyes and got out of her seat, as if not seeing the unfinished food would put them out of her mind. No, they glowed like torches in the vision of her third eye. Each blind step away felt like walking against the wind. She began to sweat from the effort moving away. If she could just get to the door…

“Rya!” She belly-flopped on the table, and felt such relief at being closer to the food, she had **** but to crawl closer. Food and plates hit the ground as he squirmed over the surface. She herself had landed in a plate of something and was smearing that hunk around as she got closer. Eventually she got her hand on one of the cups. Ecstatically she shoved two of her fingers inside and spooned the sweet nectar into her mouth. Her already full stomach groaned at the addition, but she had to ignore it. She couldn’t let good food go to waste.