Remixed [Round 1 Transformations]

Ruby

A small timer appears on the screen, ticking down the final few minutes of the transformation round voting. The hotel came to a total standstill in anticipation. The pool was empty, the shops were empty, the gaming tables were empty… Michael and the women sat in silence and waited for the hammer to fall. Ruby and Al were almost giddy, the latter bounced on the balls of his feet like a kid waiting for his birthday presents.

I’m with him on this one. I’ve been craving the chance to do this for so, so long! Standing to the side while her old mentor led her contestants down the path to utter depravity, sometimes with a delicate lead and some times with an abrupt shove - that was ****. If Al was waiting for his toys, Ruby felt like the one **** to watch other kids play with theirs.

In the final seconds, and without any buildup, the crowd began to chant off the final seconds in unison.

“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” As the clock struck zero, they burst into a thunderous cheer and the slot machines simultaneously played their ‘Jackpot’ chimes.

“And the polls are closed!” Ruby beamed, “Thank you to everyone who voted!”

“Unless they voted for Ruby’s options, that is.” Al said, but without his usual sardonic edge. He was feeling himself now. As the mood of the contestants darkened, the hosts only grew more energized.

“Oh, Al!” Ruby waved it off, “I think we’re all winners today, especially the viewers! Harem Hotel wouldn’t exist without you! And you’ve waited long enough, let’s see what you picked!” The screen changed to show a single pie chart, with the legend and title removed. “We’ll work our way down from the largest margin of victory. With a whopping 76% of the vote, our first transformation is Janet with BF/F! Come on up here!”

Ruby waves her over with a big and friendly-yet-intimidating smile. Wary of being dragged again, she meekly climbs from her chair and stands at Ruby’s side with her head down, her wet hair falling in front of her face like a protective shield. Ruby allowed her no protection. She casually pulls Janet’s hair back over her ears, then used her index finger to push Janet’s chin up.

“Janet, why don’t you tell us what you think of Mallory?” Janet started to shake her head. Just as Michael had on opening night, one touch from a host and her mouth began speaking even as her brain screamed No!

“Mallory’s been my best friend since we were kids. Even though she’s younger, she’s always looked out for me and…” Her voice trailed off as Ruby slid her left hand up under Janet’s hair and began softly massaging the back of her head. “...and she’s… so gorgeous… I just… Her lips… Her hair… Her-” Janet’s face contorted in pain as she doubled her fight against Ruby’s manipulations. “Her- Her- breasts… look so… good… I want… I want…” Mallory protectively crossed her arms across her chest, and looked nervous.

“Feel that tingling deep in your brain, sweetheart? That’s just me ever so gently re-writing all those little neurons that fire when you see a friend like good old Mal.” With her free hand, Ruby drew a circle in the air, framing Janet’s pussy. “Now instead all those lovely feelings of trust, companionship, and safety will shoot right down here.” Janet quivered helplessly.

“Haven’t you done enough to her? To all of us? Stop!” Danica snarled. To everyone’s surprise, Ruby did. She let go of the girl and stepped away.

“Oh Danica, I’m sure Miss Janet would have some lovely things to say about your body right now, but we can’t spill all the poor girl’s secrets at once! I’m sure all of you have some things you need to share with each other,” Ruby paused to wink at Mallory, “but not today. Run along back to your seat.” Janet yelped as Ruby swatted her on the ass, and she looked as though she was going to make a break for it. But instead she sat down and turtled again.

Ruby continued. “With the second-largest win at 72%, we have Sarah and Agile Developer!”

“Oh thank FUCK!” Sarah’s body relaxed and she let out a huge sigh. “I thought you were gonna turn me into a drooling idiot.” I did too, but you can never predict the voters. Got to give the people what they want.

“Day ain’t over and you’re still underwater on the scoreboard, baby.” Al unhelpfully reminded.

“Well, I’m sure Sarah has a fine plan to save herself from elimination.” She’d better, since she kept that brain she’s so damned proud of. “But that’s for later, for now, come on up!” Ruby called.

Sarah popped out of her chair, her relief at her intelligence being spared lightened her mood temporarily. Al casually stepped closer, almost offering up his jaw.

“I’m not falling for that twice.” Sarah said. Good girl.

“Hold your arms out to your sides.” Ruby ordered.

“Like a T-Pose?”

“Sure, go with that.” Sarah spread her arms out and held the position. Ruby rubbed her hands together for a few seconds to marshal her power. Then she loosely wrapped her hands around Sarah’s left arm, just below the shoulder. Ruby slowly pulled her hands along Sarah’s arm, then repeated with the other. Ruby softly ran her hands down the back of Sarah’s neck, following her spine, then parting around to her sides and down past her voluptuous hips. Ruby repeated the process with Sarah’s thicc thighs, down each leg to her ankles. In her mind’s eye, Ruby could see and sense the changes happening inside Sarah's body.

“That was the worst airport search I ever had. You gonna do my carry-on too?” Ruby ignored Sarah’s joke, stepped back, and nodded at her handiwork. “What are you so pleased with? Nothing’s changed.”

“Oh?” Ruby splayed her index and middle finger, and Sarah suddenly kicked her right leg upwards, past her waist and all the way to her shoulder until it was completely vertical. Sarah’s balance wasn’t quite developed for this move, so Ruby casually caught the backside of her knee and held her upright.

“She kicks high…” Janet mumbed. All the onlookers were shocked, but none more than Sarah herself. Ruby allowed Sarah to fall forward, dropping into a forward split right in the middle of the stage.

Ronnie looked suitably impressed. “It took me weeks to do that.”

“She can do much more.” Ruby said. She pulled her hand up, lifting Sarah from the floor like a marionette. Ruby stepped behind her and took Sarah’s elbows, pulling them backwards until they touched behind her.

“It took me months to do that.” Ronnie added.

Ruby continued pulling her elbows up behind her back until they were nearly level with Sarah’s head. “Hey, hey, easy back there.” Sarah griped, but only out of habit, “Honestly, this isn’t half-bad. I should have pulled a dozen muscles and dislocated something important.”

“Your body is extremely loose and flexible now. You will even find these positions more comfortable than a stuffed chair.” Ruby let go of her arms, allowing the invisible pull to hold Sarah in that position. “You are now able to assume and hold any position that Master can dream up for you.”

“I don’t care what he dreams up.” Sarah said as Ruby released her grip.

“Scoreboard says you should start caring, baby.” Al again unhelpfully reminded.

Luciana raised her hand. “Can I have what Sarah got? That would be really helpful for me.”

“She can have mine too.” Janet added from behind her knees.

“Well, no, that one’s not so good-”

“Nobody is trading nothing.” Al silenced them. “Sarah, siddown.” Sarah took her seat again, but shifted in it uncomfortably. Ruby watched as Sarah brought her hands behind her back, fingers pointed upwards as if praying. She slid them far up her back, thrusting out her chest until the position was severe enough to allow Sarah to relax. Michael is going to have fun with that one. I can tell. Ruby noticed a few curious glances from other contestants, but filed those away for later.

“Fantastic, now it’s my turn!” Al boomed. “With a 66% share, one of my personal favorites and clearly one of yours, viewers, it’s Danica with Mother’s Little Helper.”

Danica raged on her way to the front. “You bastards did it. You made me a junkie.” Celene, apparently having taken the opportunity to change, bounced back to the stage in a nearly pornographic skimpy white nurse’s outfit, complete with hat and stethoscope. She carried a small prescription bag which read ‘Harem Hotel Pharmacy’ along the side. Danica grudgingly took it, but did not open it or review the contents. Celene quickly kissed Danica on the cheek before the latter could react, and then slipped back into the crowd.

“Now I could show off what would happen if you took the pills, but I think I’d rather show you what happens if you don’t.” Al snapped his fingers and Danica doubled over, groaning in agony and clutching her midsection. “Like the worst cramps you’ve ever had, huh? That’s day one of the withdrawal. I could show you two days’ worth, but somehow I don’t think it will get that far.” Al snapped his fingers again and the pain ceased, leaving Danica on the floor, drawing breath through gritted teeth.

“Was that really necessary?” She said as she shakily got to her feet.

“Probably not.” Al shrugged. “You should have a few hours to decide on your first dose before that starts again. Plenty of thinking time.” Danica staggered back to her seat. She nodded softly as Mallory and Michael checked in with her. Ruby noted how protectively she clutched to the bag of pills. Good.

“Next up, baby, with 60% of the vote, it is Vivian with Second Place is First Loser.” Vivian took her place next to Al, but kept an eye on his hands as she did. “Now you may not notice this one right away, because you’re already a pretty cutthroat bitch.” Vivian didn’t deny it, so Al continued. “But I think the next time you see that leaderboard, with you smack in the middle, that will change your attitude.” Al backslapped her, and Vivian was going to turn on him and tell him off. But just as she was about to, Vivian saw Michael and Danica ignoring the scene in front of them and whispering to each other as he comforted his pained wife. For a brief second, one that only the most alert would catch, Vivian’s eyes narrowed angrily at that image. But as quickly as it arrived, it was gone. Vivian’s poker face was back in position.

“Very well, I think I can work this to my advantage.” She said, as she strutted to her seat.

“Is there anything this broad couldn’t work to her advantage?” Al asked rhetorically. “Continuing with the fine women of team Al, at 46% we have Mallory with In Vino Falsitas.”

Mallory already knew the drill. “What does that name even mean, anyway? Sounds pretentious.”

“Can’t argue there, baby. You ever tried talking to someone in Latin?” Al paused as if he seriously expected Mallory to answer. “It’s insufferable. Anyway, that’s a story for another time. With this change, the more you drink, the more sober you get.?”

Celene emerged from the crowd again, this time wearing a short green sleeveless cocktail dress, bearing a tray with a single Cosmopolitan resting in the center.

“How is she changing so fast?” Mallory asked.

“She’s not ogling your tits each time.” Enjoying Mallory’s stunned face, Al responded: “Yeah, we saw. You don’t think we let cameras in the changing rooms? That’s the first place they go.” Al took the cocktail from the waitress and offered it to Mallory.

“She’s not legal age!” Danica whined.

“Oh right, how silly of me. We couldn’t allow that kind of moral turpitude on this show.” Al pretended to snatch the drink back. But to Danica’s consternation, Mallory actually defended it against his mocking grab. “Maybe Mommy doesn’t know her baby that well after all. Take a drink, sweetheart.”

Mallory took a tentative sip, and inhaled sharply as the magic washed over her. “Woah, that does feel tingly.”

“That little sip triggered the change but doesn’t have much booze, now you should feel well and truly buzzed baby.” There was a long, awkward pause. Nothing seemed to happen. “Because you don’t have **** in your system, right?” Mallory bit her lip sheepishly.

“Mallory, it’s barely 10AM!”

“I know, Mom! But after Luciana eliminated me, I was pissed off! The pool bar was right there… Sorry…”

“Ha! Well in that case, baby, I guess we can see the other half of your transformation.” Al turned to the camera. “To the viewers at home, that’s the first time Mallory has apologized to Danica since…” Al appeared to be reading a teleprompter in the air. “January 2020, when she hit a parking bollard and left a dent the length of the family car. And it’s the first time she’s meant it since… well, I’m not sure our records go back that far.”

“Please stop, sir.” Mallory asked him, shocking herself at her own language. She tried to pour out the remainder of the drink onto the floor.

“Stop, you’ll stain the carpet.” As soon as Al told her to, she stopped dead. Mallory no longer wanted to continue. “The more **** in her system, the more of a sweet, little deferential good girl Mallory becomes. Isn’t that right, don’t you want to be a good girl?”

Mallory’s cheek twitched uncontrollably, but she could not **** out what she clearly wanted to say. Instead: “I do, sir.”

“Very good, baby. Now have a seat and finish the nice drink we gave you.”

Mallory curtseyed and quietly took her seat, knees modestly pushed together and hands on her thighs.

“Mallory!” Danica tried to keep her voice low, but her fear carried anyway. “Do not keep drinking that.”

“But he told me to, Mom.” Mallory took another sip. With no one else who could possibly help, Danica looked to Ruby as her last shot.

“I warned you about Al’s discipline.” Ruby taunted Danica, who bit back her retort. Ruby stepped forward. Next up, with 45% of the vote, Luciana has received Suns Out, Guns Out.”

Luciana took her position at center stage. “This really screws me, you know. Fights happen at night. How am I supposed to compete if I go weak at sundown?”

“The audience has spoken, my dear.” Ruby said. “Apparently they think your nights are better spent in your Master’s bed than the octagon.” Ruby spread her hands over Luciana’s body, but there was no immediate effect. “Of course, this one doesn’t take until sundown. So let’s offer the viewers a sneak preview.”

Ruby nodded at Al, and the two put out both hands in front of them as if holding an invisible beach ball. They simultaneously rotated them clockwise, straining as if exerting great effort. The room felt slightly off-balance to everyone as they advanced the time. The camera cuts to an external shot as the sun, previously creeping across the sky, sank like a stone to the Western horizon.

“This would be far more impressive if we were outside, but you’ll have to take our word for it. It’s pretty cool.” Ruby said to the girls.

Luciana had entered the game with a hard-cut figure, the muscles the result of intense training and the chiseled outline the result of days of aggressive dehydration. But what took years to build took seconds to undo.

“Observe how she fills in,” Ruby framed Luciana’s face with her hands. Her gaunt cheeks became soft, her taut lips swelled and flushed a deep red, as if she had applied lipstick. “Keep going…” Ruby encouraged the magic, though it needed none. Luciana’s powerful upper body receded. Where she once had strong pecs, the fat she had cut returned with a vengeance. Soft and tender breasts swelled under her logo shirt, from an athlete’s A-cups to Ds. The strong thighs she had used to arm bar Sonia the Viper too became smooth, ones you might lose yourself in.

“Woah…” Luciana held out her hands, and her close-cropped nails grew out past her finger tips. Unbidden, a deep shade of red nail polish appeared on them. “Ruby red, I bet.”

“It’s kinda my thing.” Ruby joked, but no one but the hosts was in a laughing mood. Besides, as Luciana’s ass began to fill out her joggers, no one paid attention to Ruby at all.

“I gotta go through this every night?” Luciana asked.

“Every night.”

“Damn…” She muttered. After Ruby dismissed her, Luciana sat down and leaned over to Danica. “Doc, I think you might be right about this place.”

Al took the lead. “And our final transformation is for one of my favorites, and clearly one of yours too at home, baby! Now folks, she had the tightest… vote… by far. As of now, Ruby, you and I have each won three transformations, isn’t that right?”

Ruby pretended to count it off on her fingers. “Why I’ll be, you’re right, Al! Looks like Ronnie decides which of us gets bragging rights for the next few days!”

Stunning everyone, Ruby included, Al crossed the stage and offered his hand. “I think I’m gonna offer a veto. The votes were nearly tied and the leader changed three times during the vote period, so why not split the difference? The viewers love her, let’s give ‘em what they want.”

“Both?”

“Both.” Why not? It’s his girl, but the chance to split the Round 3-3-1 between us and get my change added as well? I can live with that. Ruby shook his hand.

“BOTH!? Excuse me!? This is my body, you can’t just give me two transformations for the hell of it!?” Ronnie shot out of her seat like a cannon.

“We can if it’s more fun, baby. So, with a tie, we have Ronnie with both Hell on Heels and Pavlov’s Bitch!” Al gestured to Ronnie’s bare feet. “Those won’t do anymore, sweetheart.” Al waved his hand, and Ronnie was suddenly as ungainly on her feet as a newborn deer. She collapsed hard to the surface of the stage, onto her hands and knees. Al chuckled as she tried to stand, but her legs seemingly could not coordinate enough to support her weight. “Gonna be hard to make it to the shopping district to get yourself a new set of heels, Ronnie.” Al taunted.

Ruby pulled a piece of fabric from her cleavage and held it over the table, concealing it from view. With a flourish, she whipped it away and a small shoebox which had not been there before lay on the stage table. Al opened it and removed a pair of black pumps, setting them down on the table. They couldn’t have been ten feet from Ronnie, but it was obvious she’d have to crawl on her hands and knees to reach them.

“You goddamned son of a-” Ronnie was cut off as Ruby pulled a small handheld bell from the same box and gave it a chime. For the second time that day, Ronnie was made to cum in public, only this time under the horrified eyes of her husband Michael and all the others.

“Those heels aren’t getting any closer.” Ruby said, waiting until Ronnie had recovered and tentatively began to crawl a few feet before chiming the bell again and dropping her to the floor.

“Stop doing that!” Michael yelled, impotently. Neither of the hosts paid him any attention, they continued to play their little bully game with his maligned wife. Allowing her to move just a bit further, then pounding her body with a fresh orgasm. Sweat dripped off her her black skin and her dress shirt as they tortured her with pleasure. The underwear she’d borrowed from Michael was now completely soaked with her juices, enough that Ruby could smell her pleasure even at this distance. Yesssss.

It was, of all people, Vivian who finally broke the cruel stalemate. She purposefully walked across the stage and snatched the heels from the table where Al had left them, stopping just long enough to lean into Ruby’s face.

“You’re both disgusting.”

Neither of the hosts responded, nor did they intervene. Vivian pivoted from them and knelt down to give Ronnie the heels, who whispered her thanks. Once Ronnie had pulled them on, she seemed finally able to keep her legs underneath her. She stood again though still shaky due to the repeated climaxes. Vivian helped her back into her seat, Vivian’s typical calm demeanor had hardened into something icier, and maybe more dangerous.

Ruby laughed off the challenge and casually tossed the bell to Michael. “Better keep that one, Michael, I’m sure you’ll find a use for it.” The small chime as he caught it made Ronnie grip her seat again and ride another wave.

Al took the reins to close out the show. “Now that each of these lovely ladies has been granted a gift by the audience, it’s time to cut them loose and let them test-drive it!” He held for applause, and the assembled crowd obliged. “All right, baby, have some fun and we’ll see all of you: contestants and Master Michael back here in twenty-four hours for Round 2!”