Spins, Spins, Swims

Scarlet

Scarlet sighs as she enters The Suckling Swine. The tavern is thankfully empty; Circe pops up.

“Heya, doll. Here for some liquid courage before your first dance?”

“Actually, the harem has plans for tonight and I want to test the poles. Would you count this practice time as my dance for the day? I’ll start for real tomorrow night.”

“Won’t make much if it’s just me here, doll. But, if I get to see your egg sacs a’swingin’, I guess I’ll count it. But, seriously, I want you dancin’ during busy times. Don’t make this a habit.”

Scarlet starts to stretch, focusing mostly on loosening up her legs. Circe starts to drool as Scarlet arches her back and thrusts her chest forward to lift her foot towards her shoulder blades. She does the same for the other foot and Circe gives her a catfish call. Scarlet rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She then does some basic pole exercises, noting that one of the poles needs some more tightening; it wasn’t bolted down correctly.

“Egg sacs, egg sacs, egg sacs!” the bartending fish chants, completely distracted by the dancing redhead.

Scarlet pauses, holding herself upside-down on a pole with her ankles, and asks, “Can you explain the whole ‘egg sacs’ thing?”

“First I want to see yours.”

Scarlet peels off her sports bra, letting her girls hang. Circe gives Scarlet a brief, if extremely disturbing, lesson on mermaid reproduction. Scarlet lets a wave of arousal wrack her as she notes Maybe Dinah was right about Francis being depressed. I mean, I didn’t really believe him when he explained how they work on our date. Hearing it from a fish’s mouth makes in undeniable. Seeking love from something that has sex like that? No mentally well person would do that.

Scarlet rotates herself around one pole and pushes off, grabbing the other well secured pole and spinning around a few times as she slides down. She ends up posing on the stage floor.

“Hey, that pole needs some repair. Don’t want to hurt myself tomorrow night. My pay?”

Scarlet: +1 BP

“That’s it?” Scarlet complains.

“I mean, it is just me. And I didn’t even get to suck on those egg extractors.”

Scarlet scoops up her sports bra and stomps off, ignoring Circe wishing her well. She redresses herself as she heads up the Master Suite. The redhead sees Dinah snuggling into Francis as they watch TV. And he’s dressed kinda sexy. Crop top hoodie, zipped down enough to show a hint of a sports bra. Leggings under a tennis skirt. He gives Scarlet a slight nod as she walks in, running his fingers through the de-aged doctor’s hair.

Dinah stiffens, sitting fully up, as Scarlet asks, “So, what are we watching?”

Francis pauses the episode on a really unfortunate shot of a much fatter, much younger looking Francis using the thigh machine in poorly fitting gym clothes (except for some 6” tall stiletto heels that look ridiculous). “Remember the very pregnant Dinah doppelganger? Second episode of her season. Highlight is her Frankie’s first date. Interested?”

“Why’s he so fat? You are really rocking that outfit, by the way.”

Francis makes a grunt of pain and goes cross-eyed for a few seconds. Dinah explains, “Yeah, the praise kink and clothes transformations are a bit contradictory. The kink makes sure that the clothes compliment triggers, but, since the kink and clothes arousals have opposite effects on his...” Dinah trails off.

“Opposite effect on his?”

Francis, coming down from whatever just happened, “Dinah’s trying her best not to set off the temporary passenger in my brain. Which I appreciate, Dinah. Let’s say I’m going to need to speed run my perception of being a woman.”

Scarlet sits down on the other side of Francis. “Wanna talk about it? The temporary passenger? A voice constantly cutting into you?”

“Oh, I’ve been dealing with those demons for most of my life. Only the timbre of the voice and the exact nature of the derision is new. I’ll handle it. Don’t want to burden you more than necessary.”

Scarlet already feels flush from her practice session, but worrying about how to approach the extremely **** Francis with his issues has her gushing. Francis notices pretty quickly, “I can try to do something about that, Scarlet. Want me to contact Zoe?”

“Zoe?”

“Dinah’s cum-counter from the challenge. She’s a junior writer. Helped me navigate fixing Skye’s transformation so she doesn’t blind herself because she can’t wear sunglasses. Maybe we can do something about your student loan one.”

Scarlet notices the glare Dinah gives her at his suggestion. Might need to wait until we really have some privacy. “In a bit,” Scarlet replies, “Can we finish the episode first? Kinda want to figure out how he got so fat.”

Josie

“Hey, Josie, I appreciate the lift and all, but can’t you carry me like Francis?”

Josie, after thoroughly satisfying Tina with several hours of passionate sex, decided to check in on Francis in a borrowed top. The fish wanted a ride, and now she’s complaining about how that ride is being delivered.

“Can you keep your hands to yourself? The newly expanded girls are still a little sensitive, especially after Tina got her hands on ‘em.”

Daphne sighs, the admits, “No.”

“Well, there you go. Thanks for being honest.”

The two reach the bottom of the stairs to the Suite right as Dinah and Scarlet do, arguing about some upgrades for Scarlet. They all exchange greetings, Dinah a little icier to Daphne than she probably should have been. “Couple of notes,” Dinah adds before Josie lugs the fish up, “One, we are going to have a conversation tonight, Daphne. Don’t do anything stupid until then. Two, both of you be careful. Francis is struggling with a lot right now. Three, don’t compliment his outfit. It is pretty cute, but still...”

While Dinah and Scarlet head off to start prepping for tonight, argument renewed, Josie climbs the stairs, fish in tow. Up top, Francis gives them a big hug. The fish’s legs being pressed into her abs makes Josie’s legs turn to jelly.

Josie: +2 VP (Contestant Brought her to Orgasm [Tummy Rubs])

Francis catches the both of them.

“Old Man, you forgot about my hair trigger, didn’t you?”

“Yup.”

“You two are squishing me. Can one of you help me to the pool, please?”

“Sure, Daphne; Josie, I assume you wanna punch some stuff. Meet you in the gym in like 5 minutes?”

Josie knows where to go. A few minutes later, Francis walks in and zips off his hoodie. Josie gives him a wolf whistle, “Damn, Francis. Didn’t think you’d show up in a sports bra. Can’t wait for you to fill it out.” And that’s why I was told not to compliment his outfit. He recovers quickly enough.

Time for a warm-up, starting with a jog; of course, the old man sprints as fast as he can regardless that it’s just supposed to be a warm-up. Francis calls for some jumping jacks; after like 10-15 seconds of that and 30 seconds of (slightly faster) jogging, Josie shouts for some jump squats. The pattern repeats for 15 minutes. The two are at a full sprint by the time it’s over. Francis tries to converse during the brief water break, but Josie shuts that down in a hurry, “Time to talk later. More punching now.”

Now that the warm-up is done, time to stretch. Josie’s tail makes some of the leg stretches a little awkward, but she adjusts. She catches Francis checking her out a few times. Josie gives him a smirk and a wink.

The heavy bag rounds is the first chance Josie got to test her newly enhanced strength. Granted, this is more of a baseline strength check than anything else; she didn’t have sex last night. She definitely is stronger now; her power punches shake the bag as much as her old kicks did. Her first power roundhouse knocked the bag down. Never did that before.

“Burpee.”

That round was annoying. Deliver the kick, knock the bag down, do the punishment burpee, get the bag off it’s side, then complete the combo. Over the next several rounds, Josie practices dialing down her kicks. Seems her new baseline strength means she can only use 75% of her max or so to avoid knocking the bag down. She needs a heavier bag; a much heavier bag.

Well, Francis does have one. One that Josie likes to occasionally challenge Francis on: the Battle Bag. A 500 lb bag, bolted to the floor, with a pneumatic spring. You hit the bag at your opponent, it absorbs the **** and displaces. Once the bag settles, it leans towards the opponent until they hit it back. The stronger the hit, the more the bag leans.

Josie and Francis are normally pretty evenly matched. Francis has the advantage of pure muscle mass, Josie has the better technique. Now things are different. “Hey, old man,” Josie shouts after a round, “Battle Bag time?”

The two square off, Francis with his weird “I think I can dodge like Holyfield” stance, Josie in the proper one. He, as usual, lets her take the first hit. She starts with a basic front kick, full power; Francis goes bug-eyed as the bag leans a full 45 degrees towards him. He hops over, deals a shin kick to the bag to get it leaning vertically enough for him to have a fair shot, then gives the bag a roundhouse. 2 kicks to only get the bag leaning 5 degrees towards Josie. This isn’t even fair; how utterly dominant will I be once I get a threesome in first? They go a few more rounds before Francis admits defeat. Josie scoops Francis up into a princess carry.

Josie: +4 VP (Carry Master Like The Princess He Will Be x4 [first time both participants])

“I win, old man. Wanna... no, nevermind. Go check on the fish while I shower.”

Daphne

Daphne is soooo happy right now. The pool is large and she is enjoying the water, her tail returned. She doesn’t notice Josie carrying Francis over to the edge and setting him down. When she sees him on the edge, she pops up right by him.

“Hey, Master! Wanna blowie?”

He jumps into the pool, fully clothed, and wraps his arms around her. Thankfully, they are at the shallower side of the pool; he can stand. “I’m so sorry, Daphne.”

“Master, it’s okay. I’m happy. Can we save the heavy talk for later? My kind is not exactly known for having... feelings.”

He just keeps hugging. It’s nice. Eventually, he speaks, “Different heavy talk then. What happened this morning?”

“Oh. I assume they ran some B-roll. Did they not show it to you? So, I was in my shop, writing some first draft items to add to the loot tables. It’ll make more sense to you when you start wizarding, but this place is just saturated in magic. So, when they dropped an anti-magic field on my shop, it was super noticeable. I grabbed a spear, assuming the dimension was under attack. Realized it was my sisters in a hurry. Nearly killed a couple of them before they put me down. Betta brain hit me pretty hard. I would have came willingly if they, you know, talked to me. Again, my kind are bad with feelings.”

He looks confused, asking a bunch of questions rapid fire, “You really think I’m going to start wizarding? Also, is that the proper conjugation? Why do all of that? Why drop an anti-magic field? I mean, wouldn’t that interfere with whatever **** magic they use? You would have willingly be... bound to me?”

“Of course you are going to be a wizard, Master. All DMs play wizards when they get the chance. If my suspicion as to why they gave me to you like this is correct, I made a promise I intend to keep; I’ll tell you only if I know it won’t be broadcasted. They dropped the field to limit my ability to defend myself. If I had my magic, I would have definitely killed like half of my attackers. I may be a runt, but I’m one of the stronger casters in the frenzy. They didn’t need the ‘**** magic’, because I was already on site. While I don’t want to have the heavy feelings convo yet, know that I want this. I want you.”

Daphne sees the gears turn in Francis’ head. “Wait, but why would you want me? The transformation...”

Daphne gives Francis a love headbutt, “Don’t look a gift shark in the mouth. Feelings conversation later. Being made human did things that I need to sort out.”

“Anything I can do to help with that?”

“Give me time. I want to be my best for you and I’ll lean on my new sisters for that. The audience gave me the best transformation from the list anyways. And, before you ask, yes, they replaced most of my usual defense gear in my inventory with a tote bag of stuff. And, yes, it included one of those phone thingies. And, yes, I checked on the other transformations, since I can purchase them if I want (and I don’t).”

He looks like he wants to ask a heavier question, but holds back, “You have an inventory?”

“Yup. Question: in your version of DoD, how are you supposed to handle carrying capacity?”

“Oh, most DMs ignore it, but it’s based on adding the weight of the items and comparing it to a strength score calculation. Players eventually get a bag of holding or two somehow.”

“Well, my version just gives everybody a personal pocket dimension from the very beginning. It increases in capacity as you level. We are totally going to take advantage of it to raid your fridge for the party tonight. We still have a few minutes if you want that blowjob.”

He looks pained by that last statement. Did I overdo it this morning?

He must have figured out Daphne’s confusion. He summarizes everyone’s transformations, finishing up with his own. So, the audience didn’t take away my ability to grow my babies, but Beckie added something to him that makes him dislike feeding me? Fuck that bitch.

“First treasure chest you open in the dungeon. I put my favorite solution to our old problem in as a guaranteed drop. Keep a cantrip slot open for it. As much as I love your cummy wummies, I can wait until you are comfortable feeding me. Hopefully, it’s detached enough to work.”

He just stands, holding her in his arms, until Josie comes back.