On to the Hotel and Best Girl Results!

As the cameras cut, Sage sagged with relief. By the Tittyfucking Wang, those clowns are gonna get us all canceled! She shook her head. This was still her season, even if it was on a shoestring budget. Even if it would be easier without any of her so-called “help”. At least we’re done with the initial stuff. They better have the hotel ready for us or so help me…

“Steve! Tell me we’re good to go on the hotel!”

“This is a terrible time for a joke, Steve.”

“I cannot tell you how uninterested I am in what you call humor”

“… Fine. But I’m telling you one first. Knock, knock.”

“Tell me about my fucking hotel situation before you find yourself eternally violated by a cactus!!”

“NO! That’s not a real joke. But it IS a real threat.”

“Say what?”

“The hotel I planned for is unavailable.”

“I know that’s what you just said!”

“Steve. You realize we can mess with space-time, right? We can literally MAKE a time when it’s available.”

“What do you mean we got turned down?”

“They want a deposit? They know we don’t have that, right?”

“You better have some good news…”

“Yes. I’ve heard of the place.”

“We can get it for free?”

“No shit?”

“Make it happen. Your incompetence just gave us a little wiggle room in the budget. Don’t do it again.”

“NO! I meant don’t fuck up again! Space in the budget is what I was talking about! Like your salary! Now go get this done before I decide I can do this better without you!”

Sage sighed. Why did family make things so much harder? With a thought, Sage mentally okayed the requisition request from her production assistant. They better get the renovations and right, she thought grimly.

“Alrighty people! Listen up! I need you to pay attention. Shortly, we will be heading to the site where we’ll be staying. You will have a roommate. We have made an uhhh… an adjustment and have decided that getting back to nature while we work on your more perverted natures would be the best way going forward. No, you may not switch roommates, but you can have sleepovers, if you know what i mean. Each day, we’ll have LOTS of fun activities for you and the Master. Some of them will be group activities, and some will be individual activities. And there will be free time sprinkled in as well. I want you to think of our time here as the best summer camp you’ve ever been to! What you do on your own time is up to you. There are only a handful of hard and fast rules.”

“First, you may not go inside the Master’s room uninvited. If, however, you are invited to the Master’s room, you are allowed to go, obviously. However, once 7 pm rolls around, you will be **** to remain in the Master’s room until breakfast the following morning if you, the guest, haven’t left by then.”

“Secondly, and I cannot stress this enough, there is to be no **** towards the staff, the Master, the Host (that’s me), or your fellow harem sisters. Again, I’m not talking about consensual impact play or physicality that might be part of the weekly challenges.

“Thirdly, you will be expected to actually participate during the activities. I’m not talking about sex. Yet. But the smarter ones among you will realize that first-time bonuses can make a huge difference in standings. And later, when you stand to lose VP if you do poorly in a challenge, it’s much better to have some kind of safety net in place.

“Lastly, don’t try to escape. Surely you have figured out by now, but I have magic. Which means that as far as you’re concerned I am the Queen of Every-Fucking-Thing. Don’t fuck with me. Don’t test me. Believe it or not, I actually want this to go as smoothly as possible. I actually want you to enjoy yourselves. At this, one of Sage’s audience made a coughing sound that sounded suspiciously like “bullshit”. Sage ignored her heckler. “Believe it or not ladies and gentleman. I don’t hate you. I really don’t care one way or the other about you. But I DO care about this show, and about MY ass and for reasons that escape me, I even care about my crew.” Sage paused. “Yes, even you, Terry, but that will change if you don’t get your shit together!”

Sage closed her eyes in thought. “Where was I? Oh yes. I truly don’t care about you. I assure you this is a good thing, for I neither like NOR dislike any of you, although some of you seem bound and determined to make me change my mind on that… SO! Moving right along, the roommate assignments for the first week are as follows:

“Hillary and Grace. We’ll keep our legal eagles together. How’s that sound?” Neither woman bothered to respond. Undeterred, Sage continued. “Louise and Jane. As the two main women in Dave’s life, I feel like you’ll have LOADS to talk about!” Louise maintained a neutral expression. Jane looked thoughtful. “And lastly, our newest goth and our favorite twins!” Angela was the only one to react.

“Can we just get there already? I’m tired and I really want a shower.”

“Of course. Let’s get settled in.” And with a flash, the group found themselves someplace altogether new.

“Camp Kumoneyewannalayu?”, Dave asked, reading a weather-beaten sign arcing between two large posts some ten or fifteen yards in front of them. “Seriously?”

Sage beamed. “Of course! What else would we call it?”

“I thought this was called Harem HOTEL?”, Hillary groused. “Can you not get even the smallest thing right? This looks like some kind of kid’s summer camp plucked from some 1980’s soft core late night movie.”

“Well… that's because it is!”, Sage cried. “But, there are a few surprises here and there.”

The group was in a clearing that opened up in front of them. In the background rose a series of lush green mountains. Directly in front of them was a large, octagonal building with a sign proclaiming it as the “Camp Community and Friendship Center”. Walkways lined by fence posts with thick rope handrails led away from the Center in several directions. A signpost stood where the various paths intersected. “Cabins”, “Archery Range”, “Swimming Pool”, “Camp Director”, and “Dining Hall” were carved into signs pointing down various trails. A large rectangular board mounted to the outside wall of the Community Center contained a carved map of the camp grounds. “The Center is where you will assemble on Challenge days. The Master will be staying in the Camp Director's residence. I'll be staying in the Medical Building, and you will all be in the cabins. As you can see, there are many activities for you to do here. Somewhere there's a ropes course and a lake with canoes, as well as an Olympic sized pool. At each different camp building or area, you’ll find a map like the one outside this building so you will know where you are. To show you that I'm not completely heartless, you will find that I have added a bar to both the Center and the Dining Hall. And the best part is that nobody's going to card you! Isn't that great, Suzanne?”

Suzanne gave Sage a flat look. “I don't drink”, she said. Suzanne looked down at her shoes and murmured, “But I might start.”

Sage's smile didn't falter as she continued. “It's currently 5 pm. Take a couple of hours to settle in, clean up, make friends with your roommate, and we'll meet at the dining hall. This IS mandatory, so please, for your own sakes, don't make me come find you. Lastly, we have the results of our initial Best Girl Poll. I have to tell you, dear audience, that I found the results surprising, to say the least! But, the people have spoken, so let's see how things shake out!

Best Girl (initial vote)

1.Grace -(150 points from voting)

2. Hillary - (140 points from voting)

3. Louise - (138 points from voting)

4. Angela and Bethany - (132 points from voting)

5. Jane - (129 points from voting)

6. Suzanne - (109 points from voting)

"Dear me, but this is a surprise. You may be interested to know that Hillary received the most first-place votes with 16! While poor Suzanne got the most last-place votes with 15. Dear, you might want to try a little harder to impress the audience. It'll be worth your while." This last was directed at Suzanne, who looked around helplessly.

"Now, for your initial BP allotment!", Sage cried. "And Angela and Bethany, your points are shared between the two of you, obviously. But there's nothing stopping one of you from spending them all on one purchase!"

Grace - 0 + 2000 BP = 2000 BP

Hillary - 0=1700 BP = 1700 BP

Louise - 0 = 1400 BP = 1400 BP

Angela and Bethany - 0 + 1100 BP = 1100 BP

Jane - 0 + 800 BP = 800 BP

Suzanne - 0 + 500 BP = 500 BP

Sage continued, "As you can see, it pays to be a winner. So for those of you at the bottom of the rankings, let's try a little harder to be interesting! I promise, when the Trading Post opens, there's gonna be a whole lot of stuff you're going to want! Congratulations to the girls up top. Enjoy your shopping! OK! I think that is all for now! Dave, a word, please.”

Sage pulled Dave to the side as the women began walking in the direction of their cabins. “I know what you're thinking, Dave”, Sage said once the women were out of sight. Hillary appeared to trip over something, but picked herself up without any apparent injury. “You're trying to figure out how much you'll allow yourself to do before you put your foot down. You're already rationalizing acting on some of those thoughts in that naughty little noggin of yours. You're telling yourself, ‘Louise and I have fucked before, so if she and I do it again, it's no big deal!.’ Or that if Jane comes up to you and tells you how hot for you she is, well then surely you wouldn't be the first coworkers to fool around, right?”

Dave angrily shook his head. “I'm not going to play your twisted games, lady. You're not going to talk me into betraying everything I stand for!”

Sage just shook her head. “Dave, Dave, Dave. You don't understand. If you don't give in to those desires and enjoy your harem in the manner you're meant to, the only ones you're punishing are them. This is happening. You have all been irrevocably changed already. There is no going back to the way things were. You are their Master and they are your harem. You will answer to nobody. The whole world will view whatever you do to or with them as not only normal, but also completely within your rights! Would you deny them the chance to receive a milder, beneficial exit transformation? Or will you doom them to some kind of perverted caricature of who they once were? THEY won't care. THEY won't know. But YOU will. Every time you see them, which will be every day because, that's right, your harem lives with you, YOU'LL know that you could have given them a better life. A more normal life. A life not too dissimilar from the one they were leading before this. But…” Sage drew the word out. “if you believe that your moral high ground will protect you from constant, never-ending guilt and remorse, then by all means, you do you. But we both know that's not what you're gonna do. You CAN'T just watch from the sidelines. You're going to try to help them because that's who you are at your core. You”, and she reached out and grabbed his new and improved cock, causing Dave to jump. “You and this Bitch Breaker”, she gave him an affectionate squeeze that caused the beginnings of an erection that caused Dave to blush. “You and this fine piece of work are going to save those girls. And they're going to thank you for it. So quit fighting it. The only people your actions will affect, are the very same ones who need this,” she gave him another gentle squeeze, “rearranging their guts and stretching their throats. THAT’s how you’re going to help them. There is no rescue. There is no escape. There’s just you enjoying the fruits of my labor as you help these girls through the competition. Who said work couldn’t be fun?”

“Now, if you'll follow me, I'll show you to your cabin.” Dave stood silently Watching Sage walk away. Sighing, he tried to adjust the erection that Sage had given him. _That's gonna take some getting used to, he thought. She could have made it smaller, so I’m not complaining, I guess… _And with a sigh, Dave fell into step beside Sage. She had given him a lot to think on, and he acknowledged that she was right about one thing: this was about more than just him.

***************

“There they are!”, Jane called out from her position in front of the group of women. Shortly thereafter, the group found themselves in yet another clearing with three identical log cabins arranged in an arc facing the trail. “That's bigger than I thought it'd be”, Grace said, pointing to the first cabin.

“That's what she said!”, Jane quipped. Immediately she clapped her hand over her mouth as five sets of eyes turned to stare at her disbelievingly. “Ohmigod. I did NOT mean to say that. Where the fuck did that come from?” But they all knew. Slowly, inevitably, everyone who had received a transformation with a mental component had recognized intrusive, alien thoughts during the mostly quiet trek to the cabins.

Jane had caught herself staring at Hillary’s ass. I wonder what it would feel like if I grabbed a handful of it? Would that weird transformation she got make grabbing her ass feel better? Does her pussy still get wet? How far in is her clit? Is it the same size as it was on her pussy? Jane stumbled and nearly faceplanted when she realized what directions her thoughts had been heading in. Mumbling an excuse about a hidden tree root, Jane increased her pace so that she was leading the group. I was contemplating GROPING another woman! Why would I care where her clit is or where she gets wet? What the fuck, Jane? Get your shit together!

As the group walked, Jane wasn’t the only one coming to terms with the results of their recent transformations. Hillary’s breath grew increasingly short and her face became redder and redder as they walked. She prayed the rest of the group would just think she was out of shape. Every. Single. Step. Every step, these… these UDDERS were there, bouncing away in the sun. No support. No cover. Just sitting high and proud, jiggling with her every step. She found she couldn’t even use her arms to cover them. The most she could do was cup them from underneath as if she were presenting them for inspection. Not gonna make that mistake again. High heels are NOT the shoes to be doing a fucking nature walk in she thought. Improbably, her breasts felt full. No, that wasn’t right. They were beyond full. They were bursting. Except they weren’t. If Hillary closed her eyes and paid attention only to the sensations her body was sending to her brain, her boobs should be swollen red and angry, with a steady stream of milk what the fuck!? Milk?? I never even wanted to have kids! streaming down her chest. But from a purely visual inspection, they looked totally normal. For a pair of DD boobs with permanent gold rings in the nipples, I guess. She had made the mistake of trying to milk herself when the group first started out. She had let the group start walking and took up her spot as the last one in line. When she was confident that nobody would turn around and see her, she reached up and gave her right breast and nipple a small squeeze. Electricity surged from her nipple to her newly relocated clit. She cried out and went to her hands and knees. Instantly, she was on the verge of cumming her brains out without having touched her pussy. Or my ass, she thought morosely. Why did she turn me into some kind of anal freak? Having heard her shout, the group turned around and one of the twins, which one, she wasn’t sure, probably the good one,( Hillary couldn’t remember which was which. She had had other things on her mind at the time) helped her to her feet. Hillary made some remark about her heel getting stuck in a hole, and everyone seemed to accept it. When she had looked down at her breast, there was no indication of milk either on her chest or her hand. She knew that Sage had said that someone else had to… milk her, but Hillary just had to try.

As the walk progressed, Hillary became increasingly aware of another issue. With every jolting step, her impractical shoes were sending shocks straight to her clit. With dawning horror, Hillary imagined an image of a giant wet spot forming on her ass instead of her crotch. A casual brush of her hand across her seat revealed dry fabric. But for Hillary that was small consolation. She had never felt this empty in her pussy before. She had never longed to be filled up like she currently desired. Stop it! She chided herself. She didn’t say you couldn’t come from your pussy. She just said it would be harder. God knows my ex never made that happen either. Hillary tried her best to convince herself that she could ignore the need she was feeling. The warm, wet heat between her cheeks. That emptiness. She’s not going to break me!

As the group entered the clearing, Grace noticed a bulletin board in between two of the cabins. There was a note pinned to it. Grabbing it, Grace read aloud,

“Welcome my dears! Hopefully you’ve enjoyed your little hike and have gotten to know your new sisters better. I just know you’re all going to be best friends by the time this is over! The cabins are all virtually the same, and remember, no swapping roommates! Grace and Hillary, you are in Cabin 1. Louise and Jane, you will stay in Cabin 2. That leaves Cabin 3 for Suzanne and the twins! I’ve also put a little care package for each of you on the bed. Think of it as a “Welcome to Camp” surprise! The Master and I will see you at 7 sharp at the dining hall. It’s about a 10 minute walk from here, so don’t be late!

XOXO,

Sage

P.S. Remember the rules! I want us all to have the BEST time!”

“A care package? Really?”, Louise said. “I am mostly terrified at the thought of what that witch thinks a care package should contain.”

“Maybe it’ll be snacks?”, Suzanne offered. Flat stares were the only response from the group.

”Welp, this has been a really shitty day that has just kept on getting shittier by the minute. I am going to take a shower and try to wash the feeling of jail off of me before we have to go eat with that bitch”, Angela announced before heading to her cabin.

“What are we supposed to wear?”, asked Grace. She, Hillary, and Louise were all wearing some version of professional wear. Grace was in a light gray suit with a skirt, Louise was in scrubs, and Hillary was in a black suit with an above the knee skirt. Jane was in jeans and a t-shirt, as she worked primarily undercover. Suzanne was still in her recently acquired outfit from her transformation, and Bethany was in ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, matching her sister.

Grace ventured inside the cabin designated as hers and Hillary’s. In lieu of the expected twin bed-sized bunks, there was a single king-sized bed with what Grace considered an excessive amount of pillows piled on it. There were identical dressers on either side of the room. Looking around, Grace frowned. She paced the length of the wall. She exited the cabin and retraced her steps, but this time outside of the cabin.

“What the shit?”, Grace muttered.

“What?”, asked Jane.

“This cabin is like twice as big on the inside as it is on the outside. I walked it off. This hurts my head”, Grace said.

“I mean, that bitch did say she had magic, right?”, Louise offered. “If she can do all the stuff she’s done to us already, why would the basic laws of physics stop her?”

Grace considered this and nodded. “I guess so. Makes sense, I guess. As much as any of this crap does. I think Angela’s right. A shower sounds good.” And with that, Grace re-entered the cabin. Now that she had confirmed the spacial abnormality, her brain processed what she was seeing much easier. The room was one large, open floorplan. Directly in front of the door was the bed, with a night stand to either side, and a dresser to either side of the night stands. To her left, there was a large fireplace with a comfortable looking couch, a pair of recliners, and a coffee table. In the back corner was a kitchenette, with a fridge, microwave, a small table, and four chairs. To her right, mid-way down the wall, was a doorway opening into what she assumed was the bathroom. As she approached the bed, she noticed a pair of small packages sitting on the pillows. One had her name, and the other had Hillary’s. She reached for the package labeled for Hillary, intending to deliver it to her new roommate, and watched as her hand passed right through it. Huh? I guess Hillary’s the only one who can touch it. Picking up the envelope with her name on it, she opened it up and dumped its contents into her hand. Inside was a folded note and some kind of playing card. Turning the card over, it was heavy card stock about the size of a playing card, but having substantially more weight to it than appearances said it should. Printed on one side in bold print were the words, DOUBLE OR NOTHING. Examining the card, Grace nearly dropped it when a description popped up in the air in front of her.

DOUBLE OR NOTHING – While Grace is still contractually obligated to accept any valid contract offer, there are times when a girl just knows it ain’t enough. Grace may play this one-time card and charge double the original fee. If the offering party refuses to pay, they must forfeit the original contract fee to Grace, hence, double or nothing. This card will reappear after three contracts have been fulfilled. None of your sisters will be aware of this card until you play it. And as soon as that transaction is complete, their awareness of this card will once again disappear. You probably want to keep this one in your pocket. Especially since you can’t play it if you don’t have it with you!

Hidden effect – After playing this card, the next 3 contracts will all receive a 75% discount in price. Grace will be unable to question or in any way communicate that her prices have lowered. [A/N : The hidden effects are all hidden from the girls, unless otherwise indicated]

Holy shit, Grace thought. This could come in extremely handy. I wonder if I can get any more cards like this? Grace was woman enough to admit to herself that she was pretty worried about her transformation. Completely bypassing her autonomy and forcing her to do whatever was terrifying. She wondered if it would be wise to advertise the existence of the card as a deterrent to any would-be contractors, but eventually decided that knowledge was power, and while she didn’t mean anyone any specific harm, she was going to do everything she could to win. Unable to ignore her curiosity, Grace opened the dresser on what she thought of as “her” side of the bed. Inside were neatly folded sets of what her mind told her were camp outfits from the 1980’s. She pulled one set of clothes out to examine it. Well, they LOOKED like a camp uniform… she thought. The most generous description of the shorts would be to call them booty shorts. Looking at the crop top with the camp’s ridiculous name across the chest and her name on the back. Grace guessed it was at least a size too small, maybe more. Because of course they are. Matching thongs and quarter cup bras, all in a variety of colors were in the next drawer. So we’ll have a bit of support and no hiding the girls, she thought as she looked at the bras. The next drawer contained scraps of fabric that had aspirations of being swimwear once they quadrupled in size, Grace thought. Lastly was a drawer of knee socks with two thick stripes in various colors at the top. Looking back through the drawers, Grace noticed the note from her package had landed in the top drawer:

“As this is the bestest summer camp in the multiverse, I have included a special welcoming gift for each of you! Also, I have provided you with uniforms for your stay. My staff has assured me that they have gotten your measurements and are enthusiastic that you will enjoy your very own camp gear. Please follow the dress code for all scheduled activities. For the first night, you may pick whatever color you’d like. *^

Cheers!

Sage

*Except you dear Suzanne, No matter what color you pick, it’s gonna be black. But you can still have a colorful bra or thong! Silver lining!

^And you, Hillary. Your bras and shirts have all been exchanged for various chest harnesses. They won’t cover anything, but you’ll get more support than nothing. These are optional for you. Let the girls free if you want!”

Grace put her Double or Nothing card in her top drawer and went to examine the bathroom. Once again, Sage had done something to physics, as the bathroom appeared as large as the rest of the cabin. A gigantic double vanity lined one wall. A small pool pretending to be a bathtub was sunk into the floor in the corner. Opposite the tub/pool was a shower that, in Grace’s opinion, could easily accommodate six people at once. There were multiple shower heads on the walls of the glass enclosure, as well as several large shower heads hanging from the ceiling. Additionally, there were rows of jets lining the walls, with benches built into the walls that weren’t glass. In the opposite corner of the shower was a single toilet. On each vanity was an extensive collection of hair products and makeup. Examining them, Grace realized that she recognized everything on the far vanity. Sage had apparently been very thorough in her scouting, as all of Grace’s assortment of self-care and beauty products were present.

Hearing the cabin door slam closed, Grace looked back through the door and saw that Hillary had come in and was examining the remaining package on the bed. “Do you care if I grab the first shower?”, Grace asked. Hillary looked up, blinked, and realized that she had been asked a question. “Huh?”

“I was just asking if you cared if I grabbed a shower real quick.”, Grace repeated.

“That’s fine. I’m just gonna sit for a minute”, Hillary said.

“Thanks”, said Grace as she collected fresh clothes from her dresser. “You’ll see it in a second, but we have camp uniforms courtesy of Sage.”

“Wha?” Hillary asked. Grace held up the uniform she had just gotten out.

“Uniforms. Sage left a note on the bed saying we have to wear uniforms. They’re in the dresser.”

“ ‘Kay”, replied Hillary, as she returned to her thoughts.

Grace went to shut the bathroom door, she realized that there wasn’t one. Why would we want any fucking privacy? She thought. Oh well. It’s not like I haven’t seen her boobs for the last hour or so. And with that, Grace stripped off and started the shower.

As Grace started the shower, Hillary turned her attention back to the envelope she held in her hands. Nervously, she opened it. Inside was a folded note and a small, pocket-sized notebook. Reading the note first, Hillary’s was identical to the note Grace had received. Turning back to the notebook, Grace looked at it. It was brown leather, with a picture of Blind Justice embossed on the front. Doing a double take, Hillary realized that Lady Justice was completely nude. And are her fucking nipples pierced, too? Grace pinched the bridge of her nose. What the fuck? As she examined the scales being held aloft, she was unsurprised at this point to see a disembodied cock on one of the scales, and seven faces on the other. Squinting, Hillary was almost certain that her face was among them. Opening the notebook, Hillary jumped when a text box description jumped out from the notebook to hover in the air in front of her.

Hillary’s Little Cheat Sheet – What’s the fun in playing by the rules? Hillary has made a career out of bending or outright shattering the rules in order to get her way. Once a day, Hillary may write the name of one of her harem sisters in this book. For the rest of that day, the listed person will find it much harder to refuse the next three requests Hillary makes of them. The more sexual the request, the more likely that person is to fulfil it. If the person Hillary chooses is Grace, the contractual fee that Grace would normally ask, will be halved. It’s probably best that you don’t advertise this book’s properties to anyone. They can’t use it, but they might resent it being used on THEM. Or you never know… they might just like it!

Hidden Effect – Once she uses it, and every subsequent time that she does, Hillary will find herself increasingly aroused by the thought of using her book. She will simultaneously feel less and less guilty for making sexual requests of others. These effects are cumulative, but will somewhat **** over time if not refreshed.

Lost in thought, Hillary suddenly noticed that the water had shut off in the bathroom. She had just opened up the top drawer of her vanity when Grace reappeared, nude, with her hair wrapped up in a towel. Hillary took a moment to examine Grace. Short. Five foot two. Pale blonde hair. Probably B cup boobs, maybe a large A? They fit her trim, athletic figure. Nipples so pale they nearly blended into her breasts. A small, neat landing strip between her legs. I guess she is a natural blonde, huh? Firm, toned stomach. Nice ass. Wait what? Where did THAT come from? Hillary thought.

With a start, she realized that she had been staring. Blushing, she looked away. “Sorry. I… I’ve got a lot on my mind. I didn’t mean to stare. You’re in really good shape”, Hillary managed to mumble.

It was Grace’s turn to blush. “Thanks. Lotta years in a locker room and I forget that not everybody is comfortable walking around with their tits out.” Grace’s eyes grew wide as realization hit her. “Oh holy shit! I am SO sorry! I didn’t mean… I wasn’t thinking… Oh God!” Hiding her face in her hands, her blush morphed into a full on crimson tint to her face and upper chest.

“It’s fine”, Grace lied. “Apparently this is the way things are going to be for the foreseeable future. I won’t even pretend to be even the smallest bit okay with it, but I’m not going to give that bitch the satisfaction of seeing me break. Go ahead and look. I’ll get over this. Eventually.” This last part was spoken softly, as if she were trying to reassure herself.

“Are you ok?” Grace asked. “You know, with the … uh… milk situation?”

“It’s fine!” Hillary barked. Grace flinched from her tone of voice.

“It’s fine”, Hillary repeated in a noticeably calmer tone. “I’ve hardly noticed anything.” Maybe if I tell myself that enough, I’ll start to believe it. How much worse could it be? “Anyways, if you’re done with the shower, you mind if I grab one?”

“Sure! Go ahead. Weird thing happened though. I know I put my clothes on the sink counter when I got undressed, but they weren’t there when I got out. You didn’t grab them, did you?”, Grace asked.

“Nope. I’m guessing that by seven PM, the only clothes left in here will be these so-called ‘uniforms’ “, Hillary replied, gesturing to her own copy of the note Sage had left.

“Oh yeah!”, Grace said. “Say… what did Sage give you? She said there was a care package for all of us.” Grace asked.

“Uh… just this stupid journal”, Hillary said holding up the book. “It’s umm… supposed to be a camp journal or some bullshit like that, according to Sage”, Hillary lied. “Like, I’m supposed to one day look back on this nightmare fondly or something. How about you? What useless shit did she give you?”, Hillary asked Grace.

Oh shit! Grace’s mind raced. “There wasn’t anything but that stupid note”, she lied. I’ll ask her about it at dinner.

Hillary looked thoughtful for a second, then gave herself a shake and nodded. “I don’t think you’re missing out on much, to be honest. I don’t know why, but I had actually hoped that she might have given us something actually useful. Anyways, I’m gonna grab a shower.” And with that, Hillary kicked off her shoes and entered the bathroom.

Turning on the shower, Hillary took a second to appreciate the various jets and shower heads. She was **** to admit that this was one of the most elaborate showers she had ever experienced. Sticking her hand in and making sure the water was the correct temperature, Hillary walked into the shower. Almost immediately, she realized that she had made an error. The various jets lining the walls were sending streams of warm water straight at her breasts. As soon as the water hit her breasts, Hillary was consumed with a wave of euphoria and was unable to prevent her hands from reaching up and grabbing her breasts. “Hyuhhh!” Unbidden, the sound was **** from her. Pleasure. Such instant, burning pleasure. But also frustration. As she mauled her breasts, she became increasingly frantic. They felt so full! But try as she might, all her hands were doing were ratcheting up her arousal. Without thinking, Hillary shot a hand to her pussy. Whether it was the shower water or her, she was soaked. She rubbed frantically while tugging on one of her new nipple rings. Not getting the stimulation she was after, she hooked her middle and ring finger inside her pussy and began pistoning them in and out. Why can’t I feel this? Why can't I cum? She asked herself.

And then the world froze. Her transformation. Her pussy was basically useless for giving her pleasure anymore. Pleasure would only come from… her ass. Just hours earlier, Hillary would have adamantly refused to allow any touching of her back there. That's an exit only, thank you very much. You try to stick anything in me and I’ll put something TWICE as big in you. She had ended several promising relationships when the guy just couldn’t get the hint that she wanted no part of that perverted stuff. Hillary was no prude. She had been tied up, blindfolded, handcuffed, and had even fucked a dude with a furry fetish. I’ll never look at Minnie Mouse the same. She’d been the one to tie up her partner and once had even tried her hand as a dominatrix. She found that she rather enjoyed that experience. Too much, it would appear. When her partner had wanted to swap roles, she had dumped him. But never had she allowed anyone to play with her ass.

Had she not been half-mad with lust and pent-up arousal, Hillary would have had self-restraint. She prided herself on her self-discipline. Had she only had her regular boobs and not these things and their crazy sensitivity messing with her head, she probably would have been able to resist. But that wasn’t the case. Ever since Sage had zapped her tits, her arousal had been ticking ever upwards. And again, after… after that nightmare of a transformation, she had only gotten hotter and hotter. Slowly, hesitantly, Hillary moved her hand from her pussy to her thigh. Then to her side. Then she was rubbing her ass cheek. Closing her eyes in a mixture of shame and lust, she felt her fingers caressing the skin at the small of her back where her ass began. Slowly, oh so slowly, she inched her fingers down until they encountered the spongy ring of her anus. Instantly Hillary sucked in a breath. Her touch had sent tingles throughout her body. She slowly circled her rosebud, gently adding pressure. She realized to her shame that she was moaning, but was unable to stop herself. Giving in to the mounting lust, she pushed and for the first time in her life, her asshole was being played with. And she LOVED it.

PLEASURE. Pure, unadulterated pleasure radiated throughout her body. Her middle finger pistoned in and out, well lubricated by the results of her transformation. And then she felt it. That familiar bump of flesh. That bundle of nerves. The center of her pleasure. Her clit. She cried out. She cried. One finger became two as she assaulted her ass with increasing fervor. Tears rolled down her cheeks, equal parts relief and shame. Within seconds, Hillary came. How many times and for how long, she wasn't sure. Her core clenched. Her fingers were locked in place. Her stomach tensed and released in rapid succession. The world went white. As she came to, Hillary realized that she was on her knees in the shower. The water gently caressing her skin. Her fingers were lazily toying with her asshole as she enjoyed the afterglow and relief from hours of build-up. As if she had been burned, Hillary snatched her fingers away. She looked at her hand in disgust. She felt sick. Used. Dirty.

How could I have done that to myself? What kind of freak am I? What is happening to me? But in the back of her mind, Hillary knew. She knew that she had just had one of, if not the most, powerful orgasms of her life. And she knew that she would eventually give in again. Unless I can win that wish. Maybe I can fix this, at least. Hillary prayed that Grace hadn’t heard her. It was bad enough that Hillary knew what a degenerate she had become. She couldn’t bear the thought of Grace finding out and telling the other girls. Turning her head, Hillary looked to the bathroom door.

Grace stood a few steps inside the bathroom with a shocked expression on her face with her hand over her mouth. Or was that embarrassment? Was she smirking behind that hand? “I heard you cry out and I thought you had slipped and hurt yourself”, Grace stuttered. "But clearly you didn't. You seem fine, so uh... I'll just go back into the other room." Grace blushed and **** herself to make eye contact with Hillary. “Look. It's okay. It’s not a big deal. We've all uh... masturbated", she said this last word awkwardly. "It’s not like you had much of a choi-“

“SHUT UP!” Hillary yelled. Her shame. Now everybody would know her shame. Thinking fast, Hillary made up her mind. This is just to protect me. It’s not going to hurt her at all. It’s just an insurance policy. I’m not a monster! I've GOT to do this! I don't have a choice!

“Grace, I want to retain you and buy your silence!”