Tits and Therapy

Dinah

...good. Her tongue on my nipple feels so good. Dinah doesn’t even realize she has slipped a hand into her panties as the redhead nurses on her milk. Her eyes, glazed with the influence from the milk’s hypnotic effect, stare blankly up at her. She’s waiting. Waiting for my instructions. Fuck. Why is the idea turning me on so much?

She starts to read her script, “Now, Scarlet, until you have paid off your debt, you need a way to control yourself while providing our Master mental health checks. When you and Francis agree to a therapy session by each saying ‘Time for Therapy’ to the other, you will not be able to feel any sensation below the waist until the session is over. You will be able to devote your complete attention to our Master’s needs. Do you understand?” Scarlet mindlessly nods, still drinking from Dinah’s teat. Dinah pumps harder into her moistening snatch. More!

“Good girl. Once you and Francis agree that the session is over by each saying ‘Good talk’ to the other, all sensation below the waist will return to your consciousness. Do you understand?” Scarlet nods again, drooling a little. Dinah moves her to the other breast, smearing a bit of her love juices on the redhead’s face as she does so. Her hand slips back into pants as the de-aged doctor makes up for the lack of sensation. So, so good. That was all that is on the script but, I need more! Just a little more!

Then, leaning in to barely whisper the last bit in Scarlet’s ear, she adds,“Immediately upon your sensations returning, you will feel every bit of arousal you should have during the session. You will feel compelled to get yourself off to relieve it. You will strip naked then vigorously masturbate until you cum as many times as you would have needed to during therapy. And you will remember that this order to jill off was your idea. Do you understand?” Scarlet nods one more time. Dinah stifles a moan as she cums. She pulls Scarlet off her teat and sticks her fingers in the redhead’s mouth. Scarlet sucks her fingers clean, then Dinah goes in for a hard kiss. Scarlet doesn’t come to until Dinah pulls herself off, slipping the script into her panties as she does so.

Dinah: +4 VP (Masturbated for Master [Milky Mommy Feeding] x2 bonus [first time contestant participant])

“There, done. Was it good for you?”

Scarlet, still not quite all there, nods slowly, “Uh huh. You?” Dinah nods. The redhead smiles, “Good. Maybe give us some privacy? Therapy should be one-on-one, at least to start with.” Dinah nods again.

Scarlet gets out of Dinah’s lap. The de-aged doctor stands, says her goodbyes, then heads out of the Suite. Only when is halfway down the stairs does the pangs of guilt start to set it, as the high of being milked fades. Oh no, what have I done?

Tina

Tina feels like she has gone insane. Maybe Alice really was wrong chasing after a talking rabbit? She feels like they were walking in circles for hours. It doesn’t help that, if she looks up right now, she will see her following the rabbit from about half an hour ago. And the directions are ridiculous. Having to jump right 17 times on only her left leg? Having to perform 3 backflips in a row to climb some stairs? Do 47 jumping jacks in 75 seconds? C’mon.

“Are we there yet?” Tina whines.

“Would you like me to turn this guidance around, young lady?” the rabbit teases.

“Aren’t you like, mega magic or whatever. Couldn’t you just poof us there?”

“I could, but this is the safest way for you to get there. I think Mr. O’Connor would be quite disappointed if I was to return you to the harem as a jar of semi-solid goo.”

Tina gulps. “I think I read that there are spells that let one travel to other dimensions. Why do you not know them?”

“It takes more than knowing a spell to cast it, Ms. Campbell. Even ordinary inter-dimensional travel spells are extremely advanced and requires very expensive, very rare components, usually including the life **** of mortals. And, given how Harem Hotel keeps their sets on lockdown, it may take a 10th level spell to get through. Do you wish to sacrifice years of your life to save an hour’s travel?”

10th level? From what little I know...

“You can cast 10th level spells? Prove it.”

The rabbit stops, turns around to face Tina, and smirks. It then nudges it’s head towards the window directly above them. The rabbit starts to chant in a language Tina doesn’t know and the whole seems to shake. A giant mass of... something hovers in the air and blocks the sun. It just... sits there. Looming.

“Was the spell too advanced for you to identify or do you acknowledge my abilities?”

“Um... both.”

“Fair enough. Shall we continue? Next step is to walk straight up 300 feet.”

“How can I do that? Also, are we going to talk about how a rabbit can cast 10th level spells?”

“Again, I’m not a rabbit. I’m your season’s producer. And of course I can cast spells beyond the limits of mortals. It’s how the sets are formed and maintained. It’s how people are kidnapped and changed. And now, my magic is powering those things for you. And, if you haven’t noticed that several steps we have done would be impossible under your understanding of physics; following directions in the backstage work best when you don’t think about them.”

The rabbit starts walking straight up. It’s weird to watch. Tina, too distracted by the rabbit’s words, follows suit. She then asks, “If you are so against all of this, how did you even get hired?”

“A very odd form of nepotism. My mother, may she repent of the darkness that has consumed her heart, is an executive producer. So, she powers dozens of sets with dozens of seasons going on simultaneously. The previous producer for your set deems himself to be a rival of my mother’s, the fool. He grew bored of Beckie and, when I came to ask for your souls to be freed, offered me the job to annoy my mother. Given the other option was the enslavement of the lot of you into the perpetual horde of extras many seasons use, I obliged. Now, using only your pinkies, lift yourself over the precipice to our left. It’s very important you only use your pinkies.”

It is disturbing to watch a rabbit use the pinkie toes on its forelimbs to lift itself up. Tina does the same.

“So, do you know Mystra?”

“I know a Mystra. May or may not be the one you are thinking about. If I understand your dimensions texts on her, there are either 2 or 3 individuals that have assumed the mantle of the Goddess of Magic, depending on which stance you take in that silly numbers dispute. I am closer to the second Mystra than the first. The Spellplague did not happen in my experience, but, given the nature of inter-dimensional multiverses, it may very well had in some places and a mortal took up the Mystra mantle after it.”

“Huh? I just know the name as the magic goddess in a card game.”

“Oh, sorceresses. Never change. Almost as amusing as bards. Mr. O’Connor does not like bards. Funny how he kind of took the elvish wizard version of one as his specialty. Speaking of, for this last strange step, you need to pirouette a number of times equal to 1/3 of your age in fortnights while rubbing your belly.”

“Uh, have you done the math for me on that?”

The rabbit sighs. “Just go until I tell you to stop.”

An eternity of pirouettes later, a door appears. The rabbit opens it to reveal a very gaudy gameshow. A very gaudy man is already addressing the audience, “Welcome all to Bimbo or Billionaire! We have some very special prizes in store today. Let’s introduce our very special guest assistant first. From our sister show’s Sapphic Seaside Edition, we have Tina Campbell. I hope she’s wearing her sorceress outfit. It’s very... magical.”

Tina is teleported to the stage besides the gaudy man. “Ah, hi? I’m Tina, Titan of Trickery. Portions of my appearance today is sponsored by Cum Guzzlers, the multiverse’s most perverse breastaurant. My agent didn’t tell me much about the show. Something about banter and opening briefcases?”

“Well, Tits, this is Bimbo or Billionaire. The contestant picks a briefcase, you open it to reveal the prize. He has to pick at least 5 before he can leave. If he opens all the prize cases, he is not only made a billionaire, but he gets all the punishment case effects reversed. If he opens all the punishment cases, he becomes a perfect bimbo. So, easy enough, right?”

“So, this is another game to entertain perverts by torturing poor souls?”

“Pretty much. Let’s meet our contestant for today. A junior marketing executive working for Bobcafe, it’s John “Doe-Eyed” McGuire!”

Francis

Something about all that felt off. I mean they were appealing to your disgusting desires by doing that in front of you, you fucking worm. Why would anyone be willing to appeal to you? You’re a revolting, pathetic little creature. Daphne will get over you real quick once she realizes that she is infinitely too good for you. Shut up. Scarlet’s saying something.

“Time for therapy? Hey, Francis, time for therapy?”

“Sorry. Time for therapy.”

The effect of the trigger on Scarlet is noticeable immediately. She stiffens up in the chair, her hands resting on the armrests. Her eyes dull a little. “Sorry, Francis. The feeling is weird. In complete disclosure, my knowledge from college is still locked up tight. Tighter than before because the hypnosis prevents me from even trying. So, we are relying on high school psychology and my intuition here. While I do wish to explore your deeper issues once I decide I have earned enough tips to make paying the loan off worthwhile, we should begin with the more immediate issues. On a scale from 1 to 10, where 1 is no issue whatsoever and 10 is the worst issue ever, how difficult a time are you having with your ‘temporary passenger’?”

“Are we talking a linear or exponential scale here?”

“Huh?”

“Sorry. Not the worst issue ever at the moment, but pretty close. Again, the tone and specific complaints are different, but I’ve been managing this since I was a teenager. Something like survivor’s guilt from my Dad’s ****, if you want to believe the school shrinks. Was on low-key suicide watch for most of junior high and high school. Kept me out of the real military. So, however you want to rate that.”

“And how has that management worked out in the past?”

“I manage. I don’t thrive, if that’s what you’re implying. Just enough sanity to get through the day. Just enough to survive.”

“You can’t keep running away or ignoring the problem, Francis. We need to face this head-on. We need to name the problem, identify goals to work on to overcome the problem, and talk about coping mechanisms that work.”

Francis has a hard time maintaining eye contact. He feels like he is shriveling underneath Scarlet’s cold gaze. Eventually, he speaks, “In brief, problem: I have a transformation that turned my usual self loathing into one specialized to torment me for still being male. Solution: start being female.”

“We both know you can’t just ‘start being female’, Francis. If I remember the wording right, you have to consider yourself female. That’s an internal attitude. It will take time and effort. When a problem is too big, break it down into manageable chunks. So, what aspects of yourself are we needing to work on?”

He closes his eyes and tries to think. How does one become a woman? He tries, with limited success, to press down the firehose of complaints and insults flung at him from his other voice. Even with his eyes closed, he still feels the stare. I hate that stare. It’s the same one they always wore. But, I agreed to this. And I am not going to save them if I break myself from the inside out.

Finally, he musters up a response, “Well, the most obvious aspect is the physical one. All it takes is for me to look down and I’ll think, ‘that’s a guy.’ A twink guy right now, but still a guy. When I can bring myself to look at a mirror, I know my face needs work, too. Solutions are mostly a matter of progressing things we are already doing. I get that you won’t believe me, but the make-up lessons will fix my face.”

Scarlet interrupts, “Why do you think I won’t believe you?”

“Says so in the transformation description. ‘Everyone will always recognize the Master’s current face as the Master’s, but only the Master is aware that this transformation changes his facial features and the nature of any of those changes.’ I think the elf transformation yesterday solved a lot of my problems with my figure, but I don’t currently have a solution for breasts. To get rid of that... thing between my legs, I can apply PP from dungeon delving. I’ve already added a tweak to the dungeon to make that easier. I’m sure you have more notes on it. Hit me.”

“We all want you to be happy with who you are, with how you look. We all want to include you in these changes. Hopefully, this doesn’t spoil your date tonight too much, but, with your permission, we worked things out such that I’ll be buying you a breast transformation and Josie will be buying you an ass transformation. We will be happy to help you with make-up if that will make you happy, regardless of whether I think it has a further effect or not. For the PP collection, do you need more help? Since my last visit, I’m understandably wary of re-entering the dungeon. If it would be helpful, I’ll think on it; maybe I should overcome my ****. Last bit before I move on: did your ‘temporary passenger’ take over your voice for a bit there?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Noted. It’s okay. Outside of the physical, what else do we need to work on?”

Another firehose of garbage. Francis’ knuckles go white as he grips his armrest so tightly he hears his nails dig grooves into the wood. He admits, “That is a harder thing to measure. What does it mean to emotionally feel like a woman? I don’t have the perspective I’d need to figure that out. I don’t mean for this to sound bitter, but the nearest guess I’d have is for some of you, excluding Daphne, start looking at me the way you look at Josie or Tina. Some of you deciding to love me instead of saying you are putting it off until ‘I’m a she.’”

Francis brings himself to look at Scarlet in the eyes again. The cold, professional gaze he hates so much broke. Scarlet isn’t in tears, but he can tell she is close. Guilt gnaws at him, despite the relief he feels that she isn’t just looking at him like a broken thing. She finally asks, “Why is Daphne excluded?”

“Because she loves me despite my current inadequacy. And for that, I am eternally grateful.”

Silence oppresses the room as both of them think.

“Coping mechanisms. I know it has only been a couple of days, but have you noticed any times where the voice has ebbed, gotten weaker?”

“During the delve, it didn’t speak up at all. During the early part of my date with Daphne, where we were essentially in a delve, it was barely there. Not enough data to make anything but the barest of hypotheses, but when I am doing something my body interprets as too dangerous to afford distractions, maybe the voice knows not to distract me? I mean, it is another personality, but it’s not stupid. Just incredibly hateful. I will note that the voice was much nicer to me than normal during the delve portion of Daphne’s date, but came back with a vengeance immediately after. Temporary feminization transformations may help alleviate the voice in an acute fashion, but, once the effect fades, will be much worse for a while. And, yes, as we play the game, it will get stronger. This will get worse before it gets better. That’s all I got.”

“You gave us a lot to think about, Francis. Thank you for sharing. I’ll talk to the others discreetly about some things. Maybe nudge them into considering your position. And, personally, I’ll try my best to love you as you are now, meet you halfway. Please give us the grace to work our way there. Good talk?”

“Good talk.”

Daphne

Daphne is annoyed. While she thinks Josie’s plan is going to be fun, she still doesn’t like clothes. And now the gym wolf insists that Daphne start wearing some clothes of her own. These bra thingies are irritating and confusing.

“Need some help in there, Fish?”

“When we leave the show, we are totally going to some place that’s okay with public nudity. Why do I need to have my own clothes?”

“Agree to disagree on that point. And there are reasons to wear clothes beyond basic decency.”

Daphne huffs as she tries to sample another one of these dumb bra thingies. Josie barges in. She has a weird shirt-like thing made of a couple of straps of shiny material. It forms an ‘X’ across her chest, pushing her egg sacs up and together, with some extra material hanging down her back. She also has a thong made of the same material on and some painful looking heels. She leans forward slightly and puffs out her chest to show off some cleavage and asks, “You like how I look?”

Daphne’s brain stops working for a second as she drools over her harem-sister. When the brain fish start swimming again, she says, “Yes.”

“How often does Francis stare at your ‘egg sacs’ like you just did to me, Daph?”

Daphne has to think about it. “I’m not sure.”

“You want to wow him, you need to start giving him something to fantasize about. Hiding your girls will make him long to see them again. We just need to figure out your style. Now, c’mon. Let’s get you sexy.”

Scarlet

Need... to... cum!

Her fifth orgasm over, she starts again. One hand pinches a nipple hard as the other pumps into her drooling snatch, sore from the rough stimulation. Still, she needs to cum. Switching her nipple hand to rub her clit, Scarlet shivers as the sixth orgasm in a row starts to build up. Just... a... little... more! She cums, then comes back to reality. Then she sees the state she’s in.

Scarlet: +2 VP (Displayed Naked Slut Body to Master x0.5 Bonus, Rounded Down [magically compelled])

Scarlet: +1 VP (Masturbated for Master [Fingerblasting] x0.5 Bonus [magically compelled])

She shrieks and attempts to cover herself. Why did I think that was going to be a good idea?

Francis comes jogging back in, with a bathrobe in hand. He tries his best to not look directly at her and holds the robe out. “Are you okay? You didn’t seem in control of yourself there.”

Taking the robe, she slips it on, then responds, “I’m mortified, but I’ll be okay. Not the first time I was magically compelled to do something gross.” He looks concerned, but she continues, “Thank you for trying to respect me. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

Scarlet pulls out her phone, frowns at the VP penalty for not willingly doing that to herself (If the compulsion was my idea, shouldn’t I get full credit for it?), and notices a text to the girl group chat from Josie: ‘Anyone have eyes on Francis? Need to make sure he’s ready for our date. Should be ready for him in about an hour. Sexy clubwear, please.’

Texting back that she’ll get him ready, Scarlet takes a look at Francis. Sweaty from the gym, he’s in a sports bra, leggings, and a tennis skirt. Not exactly sexy clubwear. “Josie asked me to get you ready. Wanna join me in the shower? I want to wash off my love juices after all of that.”

“You sure?”

Grabbing his hand, she leads him to the bathroom nook. “Like we talked about, I’m going to try to treat you like my girlfriend. And I like showering with my girlfriend. I’m sure you’ll be a gentlewoman about it.” Once at the showers, she slips out of the robe and hangs it on a hook.

Scarlet: +3 VP (Displayed Naked Slut Body to Master x0.5 Bonus, Rounded Up [no longer magically compelled])

The two takes a chaste couples shower. He was a gentleman about it, trying his best to not look. She smirks as she catches him take a peek once of twice. Shower done, they head back to the bedroom. He opens the wardrobe and pull out some silvery knight boots? “Want to wear these. Got ‘em from the dungeon and I want to break them in. Can you help me coordinate? Is that the right word?”

It takes some bargaining to assemble a good outfit. His body type is such that he should focus on showing off his legs and ass instead of his non-existent breasts; however, his temporary passenger refuses to let him wear something tight enough, as it shows off a bulge in the front. His regular personality is such a tomboy, for obvious reasons, so he’s not super comfortable in wearing something “cute.” Eventually, they settle on a family tartan patterned skirt that’s heavy enough to hide his bulge and spartan enough to not bug him. A lingerie set that looks good on him and not too cutesy was also an argument. The fishnet stockings, held up with garters, and the silk off-white blouse were less of a fight. He is completely resistant to earrings and the like. Might need to get him a jewelry transformation.

Before he gets dressed, he insists on a make-up lesson. He wants to look sultry. Or, as sultry as he can. Still need to work on his self-image. She helps him with some more advanced contouring techniques and how to coordinate his make-up to go with his outfit. He oozes out cum then stares in the mirror for a while, panting.

Scarlet: +2 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Make-up Lesson])

Francis: Identity, Interrupted Progress +1

Crotch wiped up, braids redone, make-up applied, and fully dressed, he gives Scarlet a twirl. Not bad, Francis. “Good first attempt. I’ll push you more once your more comfortable. I need to get ready for work soon, so, if you’d like to escort me out, I’d be happy to be seen with such a hottie.”

The gasp he emits means he actually believes her.