Droplets of "yes" and "no" in an ocean of "maybe". From the bottom, it looks like a steep incline; from the top, another downhill slope of mine

The camera pans back in on Heidi, showing her pearly whites. “The results are in, Dahlings! And…” She wiggles her nose like Elizabeth Montgomery in Bewitched and the snow globe effect encompasses the entire lounge, “the transformations have been completed.”

The general mood of the lounge is best described as “Wait… what?” As all of the transformations are psychological there is literally no way to tell that anything is different, but the smile on Heidi’s face gives lie to that observation. “You are all dismissed. I would have a moment alone with der Meister.”

With a wave of her hand the seven contestants disappear in a cloud of snowflakes, leaving her alone with Bob. “Now, Dahling, can you guess what your transformation was?”

And… he could. The desires of all of the contestants suddenly exploded behind his eyes like a nuclear detonation and he could sense… feel the wants and needs of all of the previous week’s partners.

“Well that sucked.” Kayla and Dar had found themselves in their room. One moment they were in the lounge and the next off felt as if they had been physically yanked sideways through reality “I don’t even know what the fuck just happened. I don’t feel any different. You?”

“And now if you focus you should be able to tell them apart. See if you can tell me who got what?”

He closes his eyes. The cacophony of desire that’s drowning him starts to narrow down as he focuses in on one of them specifically, and gasps.

“No. I feel about the same.”

Kayla shook her head in frustration. “Whatever. I wonder what Heidi is doing with Daddy.” Realization of what she’d just said took a moment to connect. Her eyes went wide and her hand flew to her mouth. Daddy. Yeah… Daddy. I really like that….

“Well, it’s pretty clear that Kayla got the Daddy one.”

Heidi’s smile was as brilliant as ever, but somehow managed to look genuine. “Correct. Henceforth your young coworker will be walking the path to become ‘Daddy’s Little Girl. Now Darlene?”

Darlene watched as Kayla’s initial embarrassment quickly changed to muted desire and felt her own loins begin to heat at the thought of watching ‘Daddy’ with his ‘Babygirl’. If I ask nicely, maybe he’ll tell me all about it while he’s fucking me.

“The best friend one?”

“Right again, oh Wise One. Darlene will soon happily be your Best Friend With Benefits.”

“Morgan…”

…looked in the mirror, frustrated that she was being left without a clue as to what exactly had just happened. I wonder if I should do something else to attract his attention. Hrm. Can I get some hair dye?

The look of excitement on Bob’s face is priceless. “She’s dying her hair.”

“Big Titty Goth Girlfriend is always quite popular. How about her roommate?”

Cassie sat on the bed watching Morgan play with some makeup, while mulling over her own situation. Alright, this is becoming untenable. That Nazi bitch just teleported us without a single warning. Guess I have to get used to that. But I felt so self-conscious sitting there with all those slim girls. Even though Bob said he liked big girls… well I guess it’s not that bad… She ran her hands down her front, surprised how good it felt when she imagined Bobs hands touching her belly, her thick thighs, her broad hips… Not bad at all in fact. I wonder if I have anything tighter in the closet?

“The BBW route?”

“Big Beautiful Bimbo. Bimbos are sort of our trademark around here.”

Wonder what they did to me. At this point it doesn’t feel like anything’s different. KJ sat down on the bed letting out a huff of breath. Guess I’ll just wait and see. Maybe I should ask Mas- er … Bob…

“It’s the one where she defers to me. Which is kinda hot.”

“Yes. Ms. Vincent will now crawl along the path of The Pet, forever at your feet.”

Alicia was in the en suite following the events of the vote, preparing herself for a hot shower. Gazing at herself I. The full length bathroom mirror in her underwear, her hands went to her belly and she tried to imagine what it would look like swollen with child.

“The breeding fetish? Really? I mean, there’s very little in this world that’s as sexy as a pregnant woman, but isn’t that a little long term for the scope of something like this?”

“It might be indeed, but there’s sort of a wierd demand for it among the fan base of the show, so even though I was rooting for the sexy school teacher one, OG MILF won out. Besides, I did strip off about a hundred collected years from all of your lives. You don’t think I can compress nine months into seven weeks?”

He called me HIS bitch. Goddess, that was so hot. And the way he just controlled me!
Robin lay on the bed touching themself. They’d had a problem with not outright masturbating throughout the day. I wonder if I can get him to spit on me?

Bob nods thoughtfully, “And Robin got the humiliation fetish, huh?”

“Yes, but I’m not telling you, or even the audience what path they’ve chosen for them. Robin has always been our wild card, so I’ll be holding that little surprise back and seeing if anyone figures it out.”

“Frustrating but ok I guess. Now there’s one more thought that’s been niggling about in my brain. If we keep with the schedule you set I should be going to bed with Kayla tonight, right? So should I expect her in my room?”

Heidi chuckled wryly. “No. You won’t be sleeping with any of them tonight.”

“But I thought you said that last week was the last night I’d spend involuntary alone?”

“Tomorrow we set out our first real challenge for the Harem and I want them to have a good night’s sleep before hand. So in the name of fair play I’ve decided that tonight you’ll have another bed warmer.”

Bob now looks pensive, but caught between arousal and revulsion at the idea of adding yet another innocent to the mix. “And who would that be?”

“Me.”

(Title: “Falling To Pieces” by Faith No More)