Transformations Part 3

“Welcome back you beautiful animals! Harem Hotel is having one heck of a season, and we’re continuing that with our third round of transformations. We’ve got some fun stuff on offer for you this week, so let’s take a look at what you’ve chosen for our naughty girls.”

The camera pans out to take a look at all the contestants, their faces in various forms of dread. All except Cleopatra who lives without the slightest fear of what her transformation might hold. In fact she’s looking forward to it.

“We’re going to begin at the bottom with Helen, my girl your vote was pretty popular, I hope you’re not too attached to your brains.”

“Oh great.” Helen sighed, feeling a hint of panic rise up in her. “No problem, the audience just knows I’ll be a brainiac when I start claiming my points. Okay.” She winces. “Make me a dummy.”

“Gladly, would you mind counting for me? One, two, three, just like that.”

Helen nodded. “1, 2, 3…” Skylar snapped her fingers.” 4…5… um… 6.” Helen’s pace slowed down, and it was a perfect way to show the machinery of her brain doing the same. She seemed stumped at six.

“Here let me help.” Skylar smiled, and brought up Helen’s hands, and adjusted her fingers so six were spread out.

“Oh!” Helen giggled. “Seven.” She unfolded another finger.”8,9,10!”

“Very good!” Skylar cheered. “Can you go higher than that?”

Helen suddenly looked daunted. “Um…”

“Here.” Skylar pulled Helen’s slippers off her feet revealing her toes. “Those should help.”

Helen grinned and nodded. With the help of her toes, she managed to get all the way up to twenty, but it was a harrowing experience, and once she got there she looked distressed. “I can’t go no more.”

“That’s okay.” Skylar gently petted the hair of the now worryingly dumb girl. “Who needs to know more than twenty?” She looked at at the group who all had terrified looks on their faces. “What?”

“She…” Nzinga’s voice was raspy. “... a complete idiot.”

Skylar’s eyes went wide. “Omg, you’re right! I’m so sorry, that’s my mistake.” She snapped her fingers. “I forgot she was dead last, this should do it!”

The camera zoomed in on Helen’s face so, all the world could watch the light leave her eyes. Those dull uncomprehending orbs, crossed slightly, letting everyone one know there was nothing going on behind them that needed the sharp senses of a predator. It was dumb grazing cow brains all the way through now. Her tongue lightly lolled out of her mouth, and a drip of drool began it’s journey down her chin.

Erica gasped in horror, and brought her hand to her mouth to keep the scream in her throat to herself. Tears filled her eyes. “W…” It was too horrible. “What did you do to her?”

Skylar shrugged innocently. “I guess the audience wanted their school slut to be a ditz. So we did some spring cleaning in this cute little head.” Skylar placed a kiss on Helen’s head, and the blonde giggled a bit.

“Wuz goin’ on?” Helen looked around the circle, a stupid smile on her friendly face.

“That’s not ditzy!” Erica cried, actual sobs breaking her voice apart.

“Huh?” Helen looked to Skylar.

The host sighed, and tosseled Helen’s braided hair. “Maybe not, but once she goes up a few ranks, she’ll be a perfectly functional person…at the moment… well good thing she was a master to take care of her.” Olympias flinched but didn’t even move from her seat. “Not today Olympias, we’re all going to stay in our seats, treat each other with respect, and have a pleasant session of transformations.”

The Amazon must have been wanting to strangle the host for scrambling precious Helen’s brains, but her anger was impotent. “You’ll pay for this.”

Skylar sighed. “You guys are so dramatic, she’s okay, right Helen?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Feeling good?”

“Yep!”

“Do you know where you are?”

“The game thingy!”

“Look at that!” Skylar gave her another kiss. “She’s a genius!” Helen giggled and persed her lips for a real kiss. “Aww she’s so cute.” Skylar pinched her cheeks. “Besides if you’re all so concerned for her, you just got to give her a little love, and she’ll be a genius in no time. What do you think? Huh Helen? Wanna play around with some of your friends?”

“Mmmhm!” Helen giggled again, and started pawing at her pussy, through the pajama bottoms. “Helen horny!”

Skylar smiled. “There you have it. I’ll let you all get to it, when we’re done here.”

Erica was still sobbing in her seat the crushing guilt of what had just happened to Helen was eating her alive.

“Aww don’t cry.” Skylar soothed with all the gentle care and love of a thousand mothers. It was enough that Erica did actually feel her eyes drying. “She’s way too stupid to be sad about it.” She paused. “Maybe your own transformation will cheer you up.”

That sent shivers down Erica’s spine.

“No? Well, let’s just try it on for size anyway.” She snapped her fingers. And… nothing happened. “Can we put this one up on the board?” Skylar gestured to a nearby monitor, which showed what the audience saw.

The screen read:

Erica’s Newest Trait:

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Skylar patted Erica on the back. “And I think that says it all.”

“What?” Erica was feeling not only dreadful for Helen, but now scared for herself. “What is that? What does it mean?”

She gently petted Helen’s empty head. “It’s a mystery Erica. You’ll just have to find out… or one of your competitors will.” She looked around, at the friendly faces around the fire. “Cleo maybe? She’s into this kind of thing right?” Skylar waited for Cleo to say something, but she was too entranced by Helen’s playing with herself in her chair. She was hypnotized and could not be reached for comment.

“Fine.” Erica crossed her arms. “It’s better than getting turned into a pothead.”

“Maybe.” Skylar wandered over to Cleopatra and cut off her line of sight from the object of her obsession. “Now you, those other two gave up, but you actually put in some effort, pathetic though it was.”

“I’m ready for anything.” Cleo was glowing with excitement. “What is it? Can I have all three? I’ll take them if I can. I want everyone to be happy. I want them to see me become a complete freak!”

“Too late for that.” Skylar whispered under her breath. “Listen cutie. The audience likes you well enough, and they want to see you win. They want to see you do ANYTHING to win.”

"Oh, that's a good one." Cleo sighs, happily. She rolls her eyes up to their corners like she's searching her own brain for something. "Hmm, I don't feel any different."

"Oh just you wait." Skylar giggles. "Once we wave a reward in front of your face, you're gonna be like a rabid doggy."

"Oh." She winced, with that lovely pain of a lover saying something you just can't resist. "That's going to be something to see."

"Maybe it'll help you keep out of this vaunted little circle of losers. You don't want to end up like Erica do you?" As if she'd gotten the worse treatment this round. "Oh, right. You went and upgraded yourself, so you don't really care where you land."

Cleo was too flustered by this bullying, she didn't know what to say. On one had she was still the prideful queen of egypt, certainly above all these mortals. Yet, that stupid upgrade was making her gleefully take on anything that turned her into anything but what she truly was. She didn't relish the humiliation, or Skylar's snide words, but every reminder that she was no longer viewed as a god... gave her a pleasurable shudder.

"Now let's move on from these dregs, the middle class is calling." She turned towards Diaochan and her her harem of beat up beauties. "Our big winner this week, managed to keep her lead and points intact. You escaped your clothing changes last week, but I need to see a woman in latex or I'm going to burst!" She napped her fingers, and the three minor beauties were suddenly clothed in new appearal. We'll shoot you one of those thousand-word pictures, to detail them.

Diaochan however we'll talk about in detail. It's almost sad that she was naked for this transformation. Because any scrap of clothing was an upgrade to nudity. If only she'd been wearing one of her beautiful dresses, then her downgrade to filthy rags would have been all the more shocking. Instead we got to see a scrap of clothing appear on Diaochan. A rag of yellowish cloth, ripped, and torn at all angles, which exposed vast swaths of her flesh. Then there was her new necklace, a heavy metal collar that fit around her neck like rabid dog. It was a shame to reduce such a pure beauty to such awful clothing and all who voted for it should have been ashamed of themselves.

"That's ugly!" Helen laughed, and pointed at Diaochan.

Though, perhaps ugly clothing wasn't the worse fate to befall a beauty this round...

"Sure is." Skylar pouted. "But it fits her sense of servitude don't you think? Her beauty shines through with her devotion to her master, and not material things."

Diaochan bows her head. "I graciously thank the audience for allowing me to better focus on my devotion to The Master."

The host scowled again, once more upset by Diaochan's grace underfire. It seemed nothing could get at the girl. Hopefully next week she would lose the challenge, and Skylar would finally have the chance to break her. "Next up we Have Boudica, our brash bimbo."

"Ha!" Boudica crossed her arms over her tremendous breasts. "What's it going to be pervs?"

"This one was a close call, it really was, it there's something everyone can agree on, it's that they want you to be a bimbo. There was almost no love for squirting."

"They probably didn't want me turning into a mummy from dehydration."

Skylar giggled. "That's a good one! Instead they want you to be a little sweeter, and have decided to start with that dirty mouth of yours. We're going to put a second poll up for you, so no changes right this minute. But for the audience, just a reminder that you'll be replacing Boudica's most used cuss words, with something... else! Hopefully ditzy, and humiliating."

"Shite-pissin'-cunt-fuckin'-whore-dickin'-barstard-rimin'bitch, bitch bitch!" Boudica responded, with all the tact and elloquence we've come to expect from her.

"Exactly, the five words we'll be replacing are: Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, and Dick." Skylar gagged, and looked like she wanted to wash her own mouth out with soap. "Can't wait to get those out of my show." She then waved her hand an a URL appeared on everyone's T.V screen. "If you're interested in putting forth your own suggestion for these bimboized words, follow the link and let us know! We'll pick our favorites/most common."

"Be funny." Boudica suggested. "Pick something twice as bad."

"Or don't." Skylar said. "Some examples are like, chaning Ass to Booty, or Cunt to Fifi, stuff like that. We want to be a cute little pink pet don't we?"

The redhead just crossed her arms. Still trying to figure out how a punishment from last week, had snuck it's way into her neautral traits, but ultimatly pleased with it. At least this one kept her mind in check. She'd sound dumb as hell, and boy would she miss cursing, but it wasn't the end of the world.

There was a brief pause, and Skylar suddenly straightened up. "Okay, we've got a few. Boudica you should be happy, someone suggested we replace 'Cock', with 'Raperod'."

Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

"My man."

"Let's just go down the list. Boudica say, Fuck."

"Oh snuggle, I can't wait for this Snuggle. Snuggle. What the snuggle? Snuggle! Snuggle!... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Boudica dropped to her knees. "Ya can't do this to me you bastards, cursing in my native tongue!"

Skylar giggled. "That was as satisfying as I was hoping it would be. Come on, use that potty mouth of yours. Say shit, come on, say it."

"Fudge, oh you've got to be snuggling me. Snuggling stop it! Ah fudge! No!"

Olympias shook her head and leaned over to Diaochan. "I've never seen a woman lose her mind in real-time."

"I'd be lying if I say this wasn't entertaining."

"Okay Boudica, babies fudge their diapers, but what else do they do?"

She was almost afraid to answer. "Tinkle? No! Oh come on! I sound like a snuggling toddler!"

"Maybe this will help you expand your vocab, rather than relying on such low-brow words. Now... say cunt."

"No, don't take it from my Skylar. Anything but the c-word."

"Say it! Boudica the bouncing brainless bimbo plays with her what?"

"Her Foofie? Oh my god! You animals! How's anyone ever gonna want to snuggle me, I sound like a tinkling stuffed animal!"

"One to go!" Skylar leaned in close. "Sometimes our Bimbo likes to play with friends. She's brings her Foofie and what do the boys bring?"

"Their joytoys? Damn I was hoping you'd throw me a curve and give me raperod... oh so I can say raperod, I just can't say joytoy, joytoy, I can't say joytoy. Snuggle me! No snuggle you, not snuggle me! You all know snuggling well the fudge I was tryin' to say. Okay snuggle this, I can't say whatever I goddamn, please! Ha! I bet you didn't touch bitch! Ha! I knew it. You snuggled up you stupid bitch, because I'm just going to use different nasty words from now on, so get your ass ready. Yes! I still have ass! Snuggle you Skylar! Oh Snuggle!"

And on it went, but Skylar put the poor girl on mute, and let her rant for the rest of the ceremony by herself.

(Boudica's Vote was very close, and looked like it was going to go the other way for a while, so here's her picture for if Pink is The New Black Won)

"Just two to go, and we saved the best for last!" Skylar turned towards Nzinga. I gotta say I'm Zero for 3 on this party girl path. The audience just isn't into it, They just want you stuffing your mouth my king."

"Ah, the oral sex one, then?"

"Exactly so,The Finest Taste was suggested by an audience member, and I just think it's perfect for Gluttony." She snapped her fingers, then put them up against Nzinga's lips. "Lips so plump, and red sublime, perfect for sex at any time! There, when next you find yourself between someone’s legs, I think you’ll both find it an enjoyable experience.” She squeezed the king’s cheeks to puff out her lips. “That’d be a fun way to save Helen’s life, eh?”

Helen was sprawled out in her seat, moaning as she clumsily brought herself to near relief in her chair, her uncoordinated limbs twitching and pawing at her sex. Her PJ’s were pulled so tight and wet against her lips he could see their outline as she worked.

“See? She likes that idea.” She then turned her attention to Olympias. “But first, we have our final transformation for little miss 2nd place here.” She snapped her fingers, and with a puff of smoke, Olympias was gone.

“Aaaaaaaah!” A few of the girls screamed as she was removed from existence.

But before they could get up and run, a door appeared just outside the circle, it opened up, and Olympias stepped on through.

Boudica had a feeling of vertigo as her soft body jumped to its feet like a soldier responding to the presence of an officer. She looked around the circle and noticed she wasn’t the only one, all of the sins, even Eve, and a confused Helen were on their feet. They looked like soldiers… or maybe dolls. Back straight, arms to the side, tits, stuck out.

Olympias, despite who she was as a person, couldn’t help but smile at this. “Now this I like.” She walked past the few rodram girls between her, and her seat and plopped down. When she did it was like a hand released the other seven, because they suddenly slouched, and feeling their freedom retrun to them, sat back down. All except Helen who, may not have realized she could, because she just kept standing.

Olympias made a pained faced. “Helen, dear, you can sit down.”

“Kay!” The blonde giggled and plopped down her her seat.

Skylar smiled. “This Harem’s starting to take shape! It’s a fun little trick, to get all of you in the right frame of mind, for your upcoming fate, but there are a few limitations to the trait. This example notwithstanding if The Master is in the room, it won’t go off. Afterall you’re just a **** like the rest when he’s around.”

“Of course.” Olympias was not perturbed by these words. Skylar liked messing with her a great deal. Despite her mask of apathy, she knew that, unlike Diaochan every slight against her burned on the inside. Olympias was an ever-seething sea of ambition, discontent, and need.

“They’ll only stand at attention for about five seconds, and don’t need your permission to break it. You can however choose what you want their pose to be. Right now they stand at a generic pose, but I’m sure you can think of something.”

There was a collective groan. Olympias was about the last person they wanted to have a trait that affected the rest of them.

That imperious woman looked over to Satan with a slight smirk. “I’ll think of something my husband will find pleasing.”

He held his hand to his heart. “So kind.”

“Okay lovers, that’s it for transformations.” She shave gave the audience a big smile. "I hope you're happy with the results. This week had a huge amount of close calls, when it came to the votes. It could have gone anyway, but the ones you picked will certain shape the competition for weeks to come. Now before we move on to the grand prize, and the popularity poll, we're going to cut to a commercial dial. I recommend you put you hand down your pants, so it can't touch that dial!"