Michael

Well, that didn’t last. Michael thought. He’d spent a few solid minutes on top of the world, and had even managed to maintain that feeling through seeing some of his women- They’re not my women, he corrected himself internally. But he wasn’t a monster, seeing the fear on the faces of the women killed that enthusiasm quickly. And this goddamned erection that refused to go down was starting to feel like an indictment of his character.

Michael looked back and forth between Al and Ruby’s faces, as they watched the votes return on the faraway drive-in screen. His attempt to shut this down last time was pretty sad, and no better ideas came to mind this time. Just to buckle your helmet for impact.

The Staff appeared to have their favorites - Or were they ordered to have favorites? - and cheered or jeered as the numbers updated. Just as before they began to chant, counting the seconds until the polls closed.

“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” A loud buzzer rang out through the theater and echoed out into the desert surrounding. Ronnie collapsed into her seat, clearly waiting with tension assuming they would announce the end with another cursed bell. The Staff turned their attention from the screen now that the voting was closed, and began to collect around the projection booth, looking up from all sides with glassy expressions.

“Round Two voting is closed, thanks once again to all our amazing voters! Without you, the Producers would have to make all the decisions!” Ruby said.

“Yeah, and then they’d take the blame.” Al added, and they laughed in unison. One of those two always looked like they were smelling garbage… until it was time for transformations. Then smiles all around.

“Once again, we’ll be revealing the winners in descending order of their winning margin. And Al, this round was substantially more competitive than the first, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Absolutely. Our girls put forth extremely strong choices, baby. Think they’re coming for my job?”

“I am.” Ruby said, with ice in her voice. There it is, Michael thought, not too deep underneath the surface.

Al smirked and waved it off. “Still, the biggest winner was one of mine. Sarah, get up here! With 53% of the vote, Any Hole’s a Goal is your winner!”

Sarah groaned and rolled her eyes, then waited patiently while her rope disentangled from her chair so she could join Al at the center of the stage. Once she arrived, the ropes nuzzled Al’s hand like a dog finding their master. Sarah looked as though she was betrayed, though it wasn’t clear what she expected.

Al stood in front of Sarah, hovering his hand over her crotch. He smiled at her, and got a sneer in response. His hand buzzed and he slowly drew it in an arc up over Sarah’s head and down to her ass, which the ropes helpfully parted to expose.

Al took his index finger and reached for Sarah’s mouth. She brought her arms up to grab it, and based on the fire in her eyes, Michael thought she might have tried to snap it off his hand. But the ropes coiled around her wrists and pulled her arms to her chest. With his path clear, he began tracing slow circles on her lips. Sarah closed her eyes and shuddered, but remembered herself quickly. Her eyes popped open, and she complained “It’s freezing out here.” No one was particularly convinced. Al tried to slide his finger into her mouth, and Sarah let out a low moan of pleasure that caused her cheeks to flush hot. Al, recognizing his cue, yanked his finger back just before Sarah tried to bite him.

“That’s gonna be real fun for you, baby.” Al said, offering her a mint from his pocket. When she opened her mouth to tell him where to cram said mint, he quickly pushed it into her mouth. Sarah snarled and struggled against the ropes for a minute.

“Come here, you shit. I’ve got the points to afford a good roundhouse!” The ropes would not release her arm, and constricted around her thighs before she could try kicking him. Thwarted again, she cursed as she sat back down and let the ropes re-bind her to the seat.

“Mallory, get your ass up here.” Al ordered. The ‘sober’ girl complied without protest. “You got some extra points this round by sticking something in your mouth, now the fans want their chance too! With 46% of the vote, your winner is Scripted Reality.”

“So I just say whatever comes into my head?”

“No sweetheart, you say whatever comes into the audience’s head. And trust me that’s much worse. Observe.” Al produced a stack of 3x5” index cards from his coat pocket and handed them to Mallory. “Your lines.”

“I’m not going to say-” Al pulled the card up in front of her face, and it triggered the transformation. Mallory’s eyes were suddenly drawn to the top card, and she read it aloud in a clear voice. “Daddy, I’m very sorry for touching your penis without permission. Could you please spank me? I’ve been a bad girl!”

Michael knew she didn’t mean it. But his brain simply refused to connect that fact to the words that came out of her mouth. Everytime he tried, his mind went fuzzy. He could tell that as soon as it happened away from the stage, he’d be unable to see the magician’s artifice behind her words. But, regardless, his dick reacted straightaway to the busty blonde begging for his firm hand. He quickly crossed his legs. No, Michael. Off-limits.

“Um, that won’t be necessary. Thank you for… uh… your honesty.” He said, hoping the eyes of the women and the camera would go anywhere but his crotch.

Al laughed and slapped Mallory on the back. “See?” Al said, “None of them will know it’s not the product of your bimbo brain.”

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Mallory moves to sit, but Al grabs her arm with his cigar hand. Her nose crinkles at both his vile touch and the smoke wafting into her face.

“Hold on, that was Vivian’s suggestion. You just made nice with your daddy. Shouldn’t you be thanking her for helping, baby?” Al pointed to Vivian, who shook her head. Still, Al persisted.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Mallory said, blushing brighter than Sarah had until Al released her to sit. Al remained in his place, and waved Vivian up to the front. “Your turn, sweet cheeks.”

Vivian tried to hold her split dress closed as she joined Al. Michael’s eyes flitted to the hint of flesh between her fingers and his memory was immediately flooded with images of the limo. He recalled grabbing her hips to enter her from behind, taking her hair in his fist while he took her. He felt a little bad that she’d lost so badly when she tried so hard, but he sure appreciated the effort. He lost himself in that for a minute, only regaining his sense of space when he noticed Vivian was standing in front of him.

“Mikey?” Al said, from behind her. “You been listening? Viv here got 42% percent of the vote for She’ll Always Have a Place to Sit and she’s looking for that prime seat right now.”

“Oh, uh…” Michael said, uncrossing his legs. Vivian paused, and he could see her digging her nails into her palm to push down her anger. She didn’t look him in the eyes, which told him she wasn’t upset with him. Or at least not me alone. Vivian will absolutely let me know when she’s upset. He thought. His erection hadn’t flagged a bit all morning, but despite that Vivian quickly dropped into his lap. He could feel her bare cheek through the rip as he shifted his hands, and Vivian immediately cooed, losing the rage on her face. Like she was relaxing into a warm bath. She leaned into his chest, throwing her arm over Michael’s neck and deliberately not noticing how Danica and Ronnie wanted to throw her off the platform. Michael’s traitorous cock throbbed against her ass.

“And last from my team, Ronnie, come on up here.”

Ronnie approached warily, recalling the last time she’d been called up for TFs had gone rather poorly for her. She took another look at the three options displayed on the screen and grimaced.

“Ronnie, do you know why you’re here?” Al asked.

“For a fat fucking psychopath to mess with my head… or my ass.”

“Correct! With 43% of the votes, you’ve earned Jacks to Open.” Al held his hand over her head and traced a large clockwise circle around it. Ronnie’s eyes glazed over for a second, before she returned to the present. “Ronnie, do you know why you’re here?” He asked again.

“Yeah, for…” She scrunched her face, trying hard to grasp at the memory that seemed just out of reach.

“You’re here for the transformation round, Ronnie.” Michael offered, but Ronnie shook her head.

“Nah, that can’t be right. There’s something I need to do first.” Ronnie rubbed her temples, which Michael recognized as her thinking tic, and he couldn’t help but notice her rubbing her thighs together slightly as well. His cock twitched. Vivian felt that, and shifted her hips slightly. That made Michael’s cock twitch again. This was a dangerous cycle.

“Maybe you need to touch yourself?” Michael felt disgusted even offering it, but Ronnie might have been stuck there until she came upon it. Ronnie’s face cleared, as if this was the most obvious answer in the world. She closed her eyes, brought her hand to the outside of her dress, and began rubbing herself through the fabric. “Honey… Ronnie… Ronnie!” Michael tried to get through her daze, and finally did. He gestured to her chair, and she collected herself enough to sit down. Michael pulled off his sport coat and passed it to her to lay across her lap for a little privacy, but Ronnie was beyond caring as she continued to pleasure herself in front of the others.

Ruby took charge for the final transformations, moving to the center and all but shoving Al off his mark in the process.

“Up next, Janet! Could you please join us?” Ruby held out her hand and Janet joined her. “All three of your transformations are related to your wardrobe today.”

“I don’t see that there’s anything wrong with my clothes.” Janet argued, showing a little more backbone than she had previously. Not that she was showing anything else. Her dress reached the neck, wrists, and ankles, with a floral print pattern too chintzy for a Hobby Lobby display. Ruby eyed it with open amusement.

“This is television and you’re just not giving the voters what they wanted. They chose to change it.”

“You didn’t give them a choice, all three options were a change.”

“Life is change, Janet, learn to deal.” Ruby said, clapping her hands to indicate that she’d heard enough. Ruby held her hands out in front of her, and touched her thumbs and index fingers together to form a circle. As Ruby brought her hands up, a thick curtain, ruby-colored of course, materialized from the stage and rose from the ground to conceal Janet from all viewers.

From inside the curtain, the assembled party could hear fabric ripping, zippers unzipping, and Janet’s muffled raging. The curtain shook as Janet’s limbs smacked it from the inside, while she grappled with whatever **** was making over her wardrobe.

“With 37% of the vote, your winner is…That Ho of Today!”

Ruby broke her circle and the curtain fell to the stage and disappeared, revealing an off-balance Janet pulling and adjusting as much as she could to handle her new outfit.

Janet’s old dress lay in discarded tatters at her feet. Her flats hadn’t gotten any higher, but they’d been replaced with clear strappy sandals that wound up her calves. Her dress was a metallic hot rod red, tight enough to make it clear she was wearing a thong or nothing at all, and short enough that if she bent over you’d have your answer. The dress had a zipper straight down the front, which was open at the top to let her bust spill out just a tiny bit. Janet’s hair had somehow been curled in the seconds she was out of view, and they were loose now, framing her face and her newly glossy lips, falling over her bare shoulders, and nearly concealing large hoop earrings.

“Woah.” Michael said. Did I say that out loud? A sharp glance from Danica and Ronnie confirmed it, but what else was he supposed to say or think? Mallory looked at Janet with clear interest.

Ruby produced a small pocket mirror from her bust and provided it to Janet. Janet took it and looked over her new dress. Initially with horror, gradually replaced with acceptance, and then thoroughly supplanted by excitement as the mirror worked its effects on her.

“I… never knew I could look this good…” She mumbled, admiring her curves from multiple angles.

“Well, you’re a bit of a clone of me to start, so that’s to be expected.” Ruby winked, “But you’ll work out your own twist on it.”

Danica looked to Michael with pleading eyes to intervene. What the hell am I supposed to do? He thought. He noticed Ronnie softly exhale as she earned her climax, and her eyes cleared. Michael stood, helping a disappointed Vivian to her feet, and retrieved his blazer from her lap. Michael offered it to Janet, playing the gentleman, though she initially looked hesitant to wear it. Her eyes flitted to his erection in the suit trousers, so he held it further away from his body.

“It’s cold out here,” Michael said. “Please.”

Janet didn’t want to be impolite, so she let him help her into the coat. Once it hung from her shoulders, the coat itself began to shrink in full view of everyone. Michael was several inches taller, so it initially hung well past her butt. Once the magic took hold, the jacket’s hem receded upto the middle of her back, and the lapel opened much wider such that her cleavage was on full display.

“That’s … not coming back to normal is it?” Michael asked Ruby.

“Nothing around here is, Michael.” None of the people either. He felt annoyance at the loss of his favorite suit blazer, but the guilt of weighing that against what these women were losing hit him hard. Michael sat back down, and Vivian practically lunged for his lap. As awkward as it was to have his rival pounce, at least he could use her ass in his lap as an excuse for the arousal he was exhibiting.

“And we’ve reached second place! Danica, your voting was so close across the board! You nearly toppled Luciana to win the challenge, you nearly ended up with a tie for your TFs, and you nearly ended in a tie in the Best Girl vote, which we will reveal in a moment!”

“Fantastic.” Danica said as she joined her center-stage

“Just try a little harder next round, you’ll get there!” Ruby said, mocking her with enthusiasm. “And have we got just the little cattle prod to motivate you. With only 38%, your winner is Double or Nothing!”

“So I can never cum again?”

“On the contrary, you’ll cum twice as intensely as your lovers now! The more you give, the more you’ll receive. Michael, if you’ll join us.” Ruby waved her hand, and Vivian was abruptly shoved off of Michael and onto the floor. Vivian looked up with killer’s eyes, but wisely didn’t press the issue.

Michael lost his concealment as soon as he’d claimed it, and was drawn by Ruby to join the pair at the center while still at full mast. She threw her arm around Danica’s shoulders. “Danica, stroke Michael’s erection, please.”

“She ain’t getting any points for that,” Al interjected.

“It’s just a demonstration! Where’s your sense of drama?” Ruby laughed as Danica grabbed Michael’s cock through the fabric of his trousers and pumped it, the two looking away from each other. The camera made sure to catch Danica’s eyes glazing over with pleasure as even her simple strokes rebounded twice as powerfully into her own body. Her legs quivered and she struggled to keep her feet, but she could not stop while Ruby compelled her.

Michael tried very hard not to think about the fact that he’d had a mother’s and daughter’s hands around his shaft within the span of 12 hours, but of course Al never saw a bruise that he didn’t immediately press.

“How’s she doin, Mikey? The old girl got any tricks she hasn’t passed down yet?” Al tried to playfully slap Mallory’s shoulder, but she quickly leaned away so that he missed.

“I think that’s enough for now.” Ruby said, to the now totally disheveled and distracted Danica, letting Michael free. The woman slowly made her way back to her seat, looked around to see that attention was off of her, and tried to stealthily jill herself to completion. Of course, the transformation prevented that, and she let out an audible groan of frustration.

“Finally our winner, Luciana!” Luciana looked more confident that the others, which was to be expected as she was facing only positive transformations. “Your vote tightened up near the end, but “Lucky Be a Lady Tonight” held on with 38%!”

“So I’m just…luckier?” She said, “That’s it?”

“I don’t think you’re giving this enough credit, Luciana. The higher you climb on the leaderboard, the better your luck will get. Watch.” Ruby waved her hand, and Luciana received 10 VPs, temporarily vaulting her to first place. Down below in the crowd of Staff, a group of them quickly lifted a basketball hoop from the ground, roughly a hundred feet away.

“Try it.” Ruby tossed Luciana a basketball that she had materialized from thin air.

“Can I have my body back first?” Luciana gestured to her nighttime, fully-feminized form.

“Give it a shot anyway.” Ruby said, grabbing Luciana’s shoulders and turning her to face the basket. From that distance and without her muscletone, Luciana had to use her whole body to heave the ball that distance. Two run-up steps, a full overhand throw… The ball arc’d up into the night and came down well short… only to bounce off of a Staff member’s picnic table up into the air, off the fence around the exterior of the theater, off the top of the backboard, straight up… And swished straight through the hoop.

“God damn! Ok, I’ll take this one.” Luciana clapped with glee.

“That’s in first place. Now let’s do last.” Ruby dragged Luciana’s score to -1, putting her behind Vivian, then tossed her another ball. Luciana, still amped up from nailing the first shot, tried the same strategy with her second shot… This time the run-up threw Luciana off-balance, causing her to lose her balance and crash into the seated and bound Sarah. The ball itself spun wildly off-course, smacked into the side of a light pole adjacent to the stage which came loose from its mounts and crashed to the ground, sending the Staff scattering. Meanwhile the ball flew back towards Luciana, who ducked out of its way, only for it to hit the host’s desk, ricochet back, and smack off the side of her own head. Luciana’s hat was knocked clear into the crowd and they roared with laughter as she rubbed her jaw.

“Ok, less fucking fun.”

“Naturally.” Ruby said, restoring Luciana’s points and placing the hat back on her head with a patronizing tap, after a Staff had tossed it back up. Luciana sat back down looking cross, the joy of her win sullied by the humiliation. Just as they like it. Michael thought.

“Interesting results,” Al noted. “Five of the winners were created by you ladies, and the other two by me.” He gave Ruby a sidelong glance.

“I’ll just have to be satisfied with the votes my girls earned in the challenge.” She shot right back. “Which brings us to the last part of our show tonight, the Best Girl vote!”

The screen revealed the results of the poll:

1. Luciana 3.84 = 281 Chips
2. Janet 3.75 = 274 Chips
3. Danica 3.63 = 265 Chips
4. Ronnie 3.62 = 265 Chips
5. Sarah 3.12 = 228 Chips
6. Vivian 3.0 = 219 Chips
7. Mallory 2.6 = 190 Chips

“Your chips will be waiting for you back in your rooms,” Ruby stopped on Sarah, “except for you.”

“I get it already.” Sarah waved her off.

“And since the next challenge isn’t for a few days, enjoy the resort facilities! All of you will get the chance to relax and enjoy your time here,” Ruby stopped on Vivian, gesturing to the X on her butt cheek, “except for you.”

Vivian dug her nails into Michael’s shoulder rather than respond, but Ruby wasn’t finished with her.

“Luciana, as the second challenge winner, you’ll get tonight in Michael’s suite as an additional reward!”

“It’s already night.” Luciana gestured to the darkened sky before noon.

“You know what, there’s a good point in there.” Ruby said, “it should be Michael’s choice.”

“Excuse me?”

“She’s got two bodies now, one of them’s gonna spend the night with you. You say the word, and we’ll switch the sun back.”

Well, you wanted to be decisive. Be decisive big man. Michael thought.

“Switch it back, this is getting too unsettling.”

“...Shouldn’t you ask her first?” Janet said softly, and once again Michael felt another punch of guilt right in his stomach.

“Nope, he’s the Master.” Al unhelpfully added. “Gettin’ your way is what bein’ Master is all about. C’mon Rubes.” As it was the first time, the two hosts combined their powers, simultaneously rotating an invisible globe to swing the sun through the sky and bringing light to darkness. And just as the first time, Luciana clenched her fists and teeth as her body rocketed through its change. At least she was getting used to it. Michael thought, trying to salve his conscience. Before long, the sun was high in the sky again and Luciana was back to her musclebound self.

“Well that’s all for now!” Ruby said, “Time for another lovely day at the Harem Hotel!” Al, Ruby, and the entire staff waved as the drone shot pulled away and wiped to black.