Not That Much

Hours after the erotic parade, Peter lay on his luxurious bed, his face lost in thought. Try as he might to rest, his mind raced.

"I lost again," he muttered dejectedly.

Although he didn't know what advantage Cindy had gained, he was certain it would be quite useful in the next round. He shifted from side to side, though his considerable weight didn't damage the opulent bed.

He needed to move on as quickly as possible; dwelling on it wouldn't get him up the leaderboard, much less win the game.

"I need to think about my next move. I have to do more than just compete."

With difficulty, he got up to find his item, the E-Control. He had already tested its effectiveness on his date with Rose; he just needed to figure out how to get the most out of it.

"Hmm, let's see. With this, I can manipulate a person's emotions, and I'll be able to use it soon, but... on whom? And how?" he pondered, holding the control.

For 20 minutes, she analyzed all the available combinations against the quartet. She also had to be careful, as a major change would raise suspicion among the others.

A certain event came to mind that, if used wisely, would give her many advantages.

"As far as I know, Rose hasn't realized the control, which gives me a huge advantage. And if the plan I have in mind works, it'll be two birds with one stone."

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"What will today's challenge be, Meow?"

In the common room, Rose spent hours lying on the sofa, her mind on the event that would take place in a few moments. She was so focused that her body unconsciously adopted strange and impossible positions.

"Maybe it will be a fight...hmm, Meow...or perhaps an obstacle course, Meow...there are so many possibilities," she murmured, lying upside down with her head almost touching the floor.

She was about to check her bracelet when her sensitive ears caught the sound of door number 3 opening. Wearing a worried expression, Sarah Salazar entered the common room, astonished by the feline's strange posture.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I just didn't know what I was doing. This transformation has given me great flexibility, and, well, you saw it... Meow,” Rose apologized, sitting down normally with dizzying speed.

“Don't worry, it's no stranger than I've seen,” the brunette said in a subdued voice, sitting down next to her, but with her gaze fixed on the floor.

Rose didn't need enhanced senses to perceive her friend's discomfort and its cause.

“I was thinking about the Meow challenge, although I think you're more worried about your date with Peter.”

The brunette closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

“I’m so obvious, aren’t I? I just can’t stop my mind from thinking about my encounter with… him… And when it happens… I… feel pretty strong things inside me,” Sarah said, distressed but with a faint smile on her lips.

The cat girl knew exactly what she meant; she had heard from her room how she gave in to her imposed fetish. She was quite worried that her Tf would become a weapon for Peter and that her friend wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it.

“I… I know, Sarah Meow.”

Sarah’s expression changed to one of fear when she saw the enormous pink ears moving freely.

“You… you… You heard me!”

“It wasn’t my intention. These ridiculous ears are too sensitive, Meow… and well, I couldn’t help but hear what you were doing… Don’t be mad at me, Meow.”

The brunette’s face lost its fear and returned to its distressed expression.

“I’m not mad at you… I’m mad at myself. Damn it, I know perfectly well I’m being manipulated, but… but as soon as that shit enters my mind, I lose control. I disgust myself.”

“You’re not the only one. We’re all changing in one way or another into things we don’t want and can’t control… Meow,” Rose said, stroking her tail.