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“Okay, let’s just… get this over with.”

Mary’s cheeks burned with shame. She didn’t like this at all, it wasn’t fair. But Sylvia wouldn’t be reasoned with.

“Go on,” the host smirked, sitting back on the bench press and staring at the two of them as they moved to the mats. “You want some relief, don’t you my girl?”

Mary gave her a dirty look. But she didn’t have a choice. And neither did Rose.

“I’m sorry,” the blonde apologized, averting her eyes. “I know you don’t like stuff like this… but I don’t have a choice.”

“It’s fine,” Mary muttered. She was resigned to it at this point. “Just… please, make it fast.”

She would try as hard as she could not to feel anything from Rose’s hands.

Then Rose pushed her shoulders, and she nearly fell over.

“H-Hey! What are you doing?!” Mary sputtered as Rose **** her down onto her knees. She held herself up with her hands, leaving her boobs to hang down in her shirt.

“I’m sorry!” Rose apologized. “I can’t help myself, I have a role I have to play!”

Mary’s eyes shot to Sylvia, who shrugged.

“You don’t milk cows standing up, do you?” She smirked.

Oh no. Mary began to sweat.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Rose apologized again. She undid the knot keeping Mary’s shirt together and her boobs bounced freely out, wobbling like the milk-filled balloons they were. She already started leaking out over the floor, much to her chagrin. Fortunately, the compelled actress put a bucket down underneath her, and got to work.

Mary didn’t want to know what purpose a bucket served in a gym.

“Rose, you have to-” Mary was going to explain the process for milking to the blonde, but before she had the chance, Rose got to work. She began to thumb around Mary’s teats, going after her like she really was a cow. Mary squealed in pleasure as milk spurted out of her tits, filling up the bucket in under thirty seconds.

“…Yikes, you got a lot in there, huh?” Rose laughed, patting Mary on the head. “Keep up the good work, girl, we’ve gotta get that production up!”

Mary bit her lip. It’s not her fault, she reminded herself. It’s not her fault, she has to do what her transformation wants her to do. It’s just like with Kim. If I keep blaming her, then I might as well be blaming Kim for things she did.

She composed herself, and let Rose continue. She switched out to another bucket, and got back to the milking. Mary continued to squeal and moan, but at least she wasn’t mooing. She would probably die of humiliation if that happened.

Then a particularly strong burst made her squirt, and pleasure flooded her mind.

It’s not Rose’s fault… and it’s not my fault, either, she realized. I have to be milked like this. I’m not doing anything wrong, the transformation is forcing me to do it. So doesn’t that mean… it’s okay if I enjoy myself… a little?

It wasn’t like she could stop the pleasure flooding through her. So she braced herself and embraced the pleasure, moaning passionately as she let Rose work her over.

There’s no need to be ashamed. I’m just doing what I’m **** to do! She moaned louder than ever as her legs shook, and she nearly lost her balance. It’s not my fault if I-!

“CUMMING!” An orgasm shot through her body as the last of her milk sprayed out into the bucket, and she nearly collapsed. Thankfully, Rose’s hands kept her upright.

“Mary, are you okay?!” Rose cried, helping her into a seat position. Mary looked a little woozy, and had a blissful smile stretched across her face.

Then she regained her bearings and realized she was topless in the middle of the gym, having just been milked to orgasm, and shrieked.

“YEEEEEK!” Mary quickly pulled her shirt over her breasts, thankful that they’d shrunken considerably. Of course, her clothes were soaked now. Her top was stained with milk, and her bottoms were drenched from her juices. And a thin coating of sweat had seeped into everything.

“I, um… I need to go get changed,” she mumbled, trying to stand up. Her feet were shaky.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” Rose agreed, following after her. Mary hesitated for a second, wondering if she should let Rose come back up to her room, only to remember the whole reason she’d sought the blonde out in the first place.

Right, I still need to talk to her about the date thing. She rolled her eyes, shocked that something so simple had slipped her mind. Then she tried to forget about what exactly had been intense enough to make her forget.

“This room’s nice,” Rose noted, taking a look around the black room. The ebony walls seemed to shine. “I like the blue one myself, but… yeah, this is nice.”

That was the level of small talk that existed between the two of them. Mary hid in the bathroom as she got changed, then came out a few minutes later in a new shirt, one that fit her much better now that her boobs didn’t look like a pair of blimps. They were still bigger than Rose’s though, which was a shock to the redhead.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” Rose asked, tensing up slightly. “You said it was… about Nick, right? Because I’m telling you, I don’t have feelings for him! I don’t, I… I…”

Her lip started quivering when she saw Mary’s face. The other girl looked sympathetically towards her and approached, placing her hand on Rose’s shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she whispered softly. “I’m not upset and I’m certainly not going to judge you. But please don’t lie to me.”

Rose nodded meekly, sinking down onto the black silk sheets.

“Are you in love with Nick?” Mary asked, already knowing the answer. But she wanted an honest conversation with Rose, and this was the only way she’d get one.

It took Rose an eternity to admit the truth to herself. Then another eternity to tell Mary. But the words eventually came out. “…I think I’m falling in love with him.”

Another ache shot through Mary’s chest. Even though she knew that was the case already, hearing it verbalized still stung.

“I see…” She said glumly, looking down at the floor. “So you too, huh?”

“I know it’s hard to believe, but… I really didn’t mean for it to happen,” Rose admitted. “It’s just… you wouldn’t understand, Mary, because you’re such a genuine and sincere person. But someone like me… nobody looks at me. Nobody sees the real me. And part of that’s my fault, I can’t deny that. Nobody sees the real me because I don’t show them… because… because…”

Her voice quivered. Mary had never seen her look so human before.

“Because I’m afraid that I’ll be rejected,” Rose whispered. Her blue eyes glistened with tears. “I’m afraid that… that if I show people who I am, they’ll reject me. I’ve been rejected from so many roles, and that’s when I was even allowed to audition… somewhere along the way, I just… I became the kind of person willing to play whatever role I needed in order to get ahead. I tried to tailor my personality to the directors, moderate myself and be easy to work with… I tried so many things, all just to have a slightly better chance of helping my brother… and then I ended up here.”

She wiped her eyes.

“And all that ended up being the worst mistake of my life.”

Mary winced. “Rose… I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t make my actions magically better somehow,” Rose muttered, shaking her head. “I’m not trying to get your sympathy… I just want you to understand, that when you’ve lived a life like mine… and a decent guy… a sweetheart, really, comes up to you and appreciates you for who you are, tries to get to know the real you… it’s powerful.”

She hugged her legs up to her chest. “And before I knew it, he’d taken my heart and wouldn’t give it back.”

This is just getting harder! Aargh, I feel so bad! Mary’s heart went out for the actress, something she never would have imagined possible. She understood now why Holly had teamed up with her in the challenge she’d been eliminated in. Holly has always been more perceptive than she gives herself credit for. She must have picked up on Rose’s sincerity before I did… it makes sense now.

Mary knew this would hurt. She didn’t have it in her to hold a grudge against Rose after hearing all that, which made confronting the other woman that much harder.

“Rose… I’m going to ask Nick to spend tomorrow with me,” she confessed. “I want to know if he’s open to the idea of getting married… if the two of us are ready to take that next step. If he’ll even WANT to take that next step.”

It was a risky position. But Mary knew where her heart laid.

“And I want to know if that’s okay with you. Me asking Nick out… and me marrying him.”

“…Marriage, huh?” Rose sighed. She remembered the one and only time she’d gotten to wear a wedding dress. Considering her situation, she doubted she’d ever get that chance again.

She cracked a smile. “Well, what can I say? I’m the homewrecking mistress, after all!” She tittered. “It’s not like it matters to me one way or another if you marry him!”

Mary frowned.

“Rose… I said so, didn’t I? I don’t like when people lie to me.”

The cocky façade Rose wore as her armor cracked and fell away, and she started shaking.

“I… I don’t want that…” She whimpered, starting to tear up. “I want to marry him!”

Rose broke down sobbing and Mary didn’t know what to say. What words could she use to comfort a woman in her position?

All she could do was place her hand on Rose’s shoulder and let the poor thing cry her heart out.

But she only needed a few seconds before Rose recovered. The blonde was quite the stunning actress. She wiped her eyes off and **** a solemn expression to her lips.

“That’s how I feel… but at the same time… I **** Nick on a date of my own yesterday, didn’t I?” She pointed out. “So it’s not really my place to deny you your opportunity.”

She stood up, looking Mary in the eye.

“Even if I said I didn’t want you to marry him, you wouldn’t listen to me, would you?”

“I wouldn’t,” Mary said adamantly, shaking her head. “My feelings aren’t so insignificant that I’d just give up on him because it might hurt someone else.”

Rose smiled, apparently pleased by that answer.

“Good… that’s good, Mary. I’m glad to hear that. If you really were the kind of woman who would give up so easily… then I really might consider taking him from you, you know?” She tittered. But the smile on her face looked hollow.

Then, out of nowhere, Mary said something she would probably regret.

“Then try it.”

Rose blinked.

“Excuse me?” She asked, not sure if she heard properly. Which was fitting, because it took Mary a second to process what she said herself.

“I said… I said try it,” Mary repeated. “If you want to win Nick over, then try to. Do your best. Seduce him, if you have to. After all… you do like him, right?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I told you before, I’m not going to give up my feelings just for your sake. Are you going to give up yours for mine?”

Rose opened her mouth, but her brain hadn’t formed any words to say yet, so she just stared dumbly at Mary instead.

“I’m sick of everyone taking it easy on me!” Mary shouted, stomping her foot. “Dawn! Then Gina! Marley! Even Kim is fine with me just going and taking the guy she likes! How are you all so okay with this?! Just… just giving up?! What, because I’m such a sweet girl, you’re just going to let me have this one?! Because I’m a crumbling mess who cares so much about getting married, you’re willing to put your own feelings aside for my sake?!”

Her voice cracked.

“Don’t you like him too? Don’t you want to fight for him?”

She wasn’t sure who she was talking to at that point. Was she seriously begging Rose to try and take Nick away from her?

Sylvia stood outside the door, giving the women some privacy, but even she had heard Mary’s outburst, and it had completely taken her aback.

Which meant Rose, who could see the desperation on Mary’s face, was really fucking confused.

“I-I don’t understand,” she finally managed to blurt out. “Mary… are you saying that you WANT me and the other women to try and take Nick away from you? To press our claims, and try to get him to fall for us, instead?”

Maybe Holly had rubbed off on her friend more than anyone thought.

“I don’t know what I want anymore!” Mary exclaimed. “But I can’t stand the idea of everyone giving up their happiness for my sake! It’s not fair! I want to marry Nick more than anyone, because I know I love him more than anyone… but does that mean the rest of you have to be heartbroken because of that? I don’t want that!”

Mary hated hurting others. All she wanted was for everyone to be happy and healthy and to care about each other. She remembered those fantasies she’d had about all the women in Nick’s life living together as happy sister-wives, and how warm and accepting that image had felt.

But adultery was a sin.

This was exactly the conundrum Dakota had presented her with, the one she’d tried to run from by going to Carly, who she knew wouldn’t want to marry Nick anyway. But for some reason, no matter how hard she tried, she found herself trapped in an impossible situation.

The two halves of Mary’s personality were tugging on her psyche, and she was starting to fray in the center.

Should she be the good Christian and condemn the other women, trying to monopolize Nick’s love for herself the best she could?

Or should she be a good person and accept that everyone loved Nick in their own ways and he loved them, and they should all be together?

Mary couldn’t overcome this conflict, and her brain was starting to short circuit. Rose saw she was hyperventilating and grabbed her just before she collapsed, helping her lie down.

“Fucking damn it…” She spat, shaking her head. “Mary, are you okay?! Come on, what’s the matter?”

For a second she thought the other girl had passed out. She checked Mary for a fever, only to realize how stupid that was. Thanks to Sylvia’s twisted Harem Hotel, they didn’t get sick. But she still thought it might be a good thing to call Dawn, just to be safe.

She was about to do that when Mary sat up, rubbing her eyes.

“Ugh, what… ooof. Rose?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” Rose said, staring at Mary with concern. “Are you okay? You nearly collapsed.”

“I’m fine, just… I couldn’t breathe for a second, and I got dizzy.”

Mary stared down at the black sheets beneath her. They looked like a moaning abyss, ready to suck her down into the depths and swallow her whole.

What should she do? What COULD she do?

If Rose and the others gave up their happiness for her sake, she would be a good Christian, but she’d be causing pain and heartbreak for the people she cared about. But if she gave in and let Rose get married to him, and Dakota, and anybody else who wanted to, then it felt like she’d be turning her back on God and everything she believed in.

“Rose… what should I do?” She didn’t know why she asked Rose; the blonde was the last person whose advice she would have taken in normal circumstances. But Rose had described her own feelings of being trapped, and maybe she would understand.

Rose considered that. “…Well… Mary, out of everyone on this island… no, maybe even out of everyone I’ve met, you’re the most genuine and honest of them all. You don’t lie, you don’t cheat, you face everything with a calming, almost saint-like purity.”

Mary blushed, not sure she deserved all that praise. She held her cross tightly, feeling the metal dig into her skin.

“And that’s why I think you should stay that way,” Rose finally said. “It’s the best thing about you, after all. Unlike a liar like me.”

“What do you mean?” Mary asked, confused.

Rose pointed at her chest. “I mean, you insist that everyone else tell the truth, but I think you need to be honest too. Be honest with yourself. What do you want to do, Mary? In your heart of hearts, what do you, Mary Mactaggert, want most of all?”

“What I want… most of all…” Mary echoed, staring past Rose. She tried to find her answer to that question, and Rose pressed on, trying to draw it out of her.

“Which matters more? Your religion? Or how the rest of us feel? And keep in mind that regardless of your decision, Nick’s ultimately going to be the deciding factor here,” Rose pointed out. “He might not even want to get married at all.”

She was giving Mary an out, so she wouldn’t have to worry about this, but the redhead didn’t take it. Because Rose was right.

What did matter most?

Would she stand by her religion, even if it meant she might hurt the people she cared about?

Or would she embrace the others into her life with Nick, and let them do with him as he pleased, even if it meant sinning in the eyes of God?

She had reached a crossroads, and the way forward was difficult to spot.

Unable to come up with an answer, she got out of bed and turned to Rose.

“Thanks for your advice,” she said softly. “But I have one more person I need to talk to before I make a decision.”

Rose nodded. “Yeah. Alright, then. Good luck.”

Mary smiled, thanked her again, and walked out the door.

…Then she came back about a second later, red in the face.

“This is my room,” she remembered, and started pushing Rose towards the door. “Out, out!”

The two left the room together this time, and Mary really wished it had a lock.