Week 3 Stacy's Date: After Breakfast Part Two

Anna stopped on the silver Moongate outside of the dinning hall and looked down at the miniature woman perched on her shoulder. She was in a rush to get a good workout in this morning having skipped the day before, for good reasons she thought running a finger over the ring on her hand, but suddenly wasn't sure that's why Candy had joined her. "You're coming with to work out right?"

"Sure!" The pixie agreed energetically. "I'm up for whatever. Just hanging out with my fiancee." The tiny blonde giggled and planted a kiss on Anna's ear.

The Hispanic woman rolled her eyes as she envisioned the Moongate by the rec center and the hallway shifted. "I appreciate that, it's really nice not working out alone, but you don't have to stick with me just because of that." They were both engaged to Laura now, but that didn't mean more than that between them despite what Candy had said, right?

"I like hanging out with you." Candy flew off towards her locker, well the one she'd been using anyways. They weren't really assigned, and only the two of them even used them with most people not bothering to keep workout gear here. And more often than not they just tossed their clothes on the floor... "Always have." The blonde said as she momentarily turned full sized before flashing back to small, leaving a full sized sun dress to fall over sneakers and socks.

Anna blinked in surprise. "You can leave your clothes behind?"

Candy giggled more as the tiny naked woman shifted back to full size again, still very much nude with her clothes now on the ground. "Yep!" Bending over to gather her clothes, she stood again beaming a brilliant smile at the taller woman. "I figured it out one night when I was super tired and just wanted to go to bed. Flumph! Clothes on the floor and I made a bee line for my pillow."

"Huh." Anna grunted while taking her clothes off the old fashioned way. "I can see that being handy, I can't do anything like that, except maybe burst out of my bra and shirt I suppose..."

Laughing at the thought Candy put on her simple peasant blouse and shorts from 'her' locker. "We ever get Laura in here to work out you should totally do that."

Anna had to laugh along at that, poor Laura might faint at the sight of explosive breast expansion. "Maybe next week, I'm near the limit of how much I can do now." The giant slipped on a spare sports bra she almost didn't need anymore, one nice side effect of Pressure Gauge being that her breasts no longer needed the support, staying high and firm on her chest regardless. Didn't stop them bouncing around though, and at her current size they did that a lot. After slipping into her sweat pants she laced on her track shoes, Candy having already put her sneakers back on. "Alright, lets go get a good burn on, and then we can decide what to do afterwards."

"Yes Ma'am!" Candy saluted before flying off towards the weight benches as Anna shook her head. She had to admit she was a tad jealous of Candy and Laura's new found flight, but she was plenty happy to get her own flight grounded on motorcycle back. She fingered the ring on her hand again and smiled as she rubbed her belly. One shotgun wedding coming up.

She hoped her father was smiling down upon her.

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Misty looked back at the green haired woman from the canvas in front of her. She Looked really good in the black leather corset, tight enough to look nearly painted on, and matching black leather skirt. She was also much more easy to paint than Candy had been, though that worried her in it's own way. She couldn't remember ever seeing any colored lights from the other woman. She certainly seemed shy and subdued to Misty, but surely she couldn't be completely emotionless? Maybe she was just reserved? Misty remembered how sad she had seemed over the elven candy, surely Evelyn would have been glowing then. Thankfully sadness was not a color Misty had seen so far. Jealousy and envy had been ugly enough. She glanced back to see Gabriella covered in a soft warm red as she smiled back at the painter from the chair she was sitting in. Maybe she could draw something out of the elven woman? "Four more days until the next challenge, and another round of transformations. How are you holding up Evelyn?"

The green haired woman grimaced, but showed no flicker of color to the ravenette. "I've been trying to not dwell on it. The audience will vote for what they do, and Laura has been welcoming. This is a change I want, I'm not second guessing it."

"Good for you dear, best to rip the band aid off and not dwell on it. Personally I think you've made a wise choice. Your former profession is, distasteful..."

Evelyn understood the Spanish woman's sentiments. Since coming to see the contestants as people and not pawns she certainly regretted some things she'd done in her past. Still it wasn't all bad. "Some hosts help people, like Shar has. It isn't all torment for the audience, though those seasons certainly exist." She grimaced again, she certainly didn't envy Alison or Nola.

"Perhaps, but it's still **** and enslavement even with good intentions. And all for the viewing pleasure of I don't want to know what kinds of people." Gabriella shook her head. "And as you say worst hosts exist, and the rest are complicit in their actions."

"No! It's not like that!" Misty looked up again from her painting, this was the most animated she'd seen the elven woman. "We have no say in the other seasons. Direct confrontation between hosts of opposing ideologies would be put down by the Producers hard. They barely even allow contested seasons, open warfare with the powers some can call up would be horrific if it wasn't stopped. The best we can do is fight for market share, the more the audience appreciates light seasons the more hosts will gravitate towards them instead. It will never stop the real monsters though, not as long as they have viewers."

A deep dull blue lit the green haired woman now, the opposite of Candy's blue/white radiance. Misty wished she hadn't brought this up. "I'm not complaining. Without Shar I would still be blind, and Gabriella would be alone. Laura living only for her job."

"And I'd be facing other ex hosts in a season much darker than this one." Evelyn finished, smiling at the silver eyed woman. No longer lit by sadness.

Gabriella nodded, conceding the point. This was perhaps better than waiting to die alone with no future. Without ever finding Misty's love. Perhaps their host had saved each of them from similar fates. Using a corrupt system to do some good was possibly the best the giant woman could do in the face of the much bigger monsters behind the scenes. And even then at least one of them had let her do it, if for it's own unfathomable reasons.

Misty painted on, glad at least to have Evelyn's smile to add to the canvas instead of the emotionless expression she'd shown before.

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Carla lay back in bed with the sweaty redhead clutching her tight. Taking a smoke break as Kim laid her head on one of the singer's enlarged breasts. No telling when Misty had slipped out this morning, Kim had woken her up with her antics while the fortune teller was still sound asleep. She'd done her best to keep things muffled under the covers though. Blowing a cloud of smoke at the little green pine tree Candy had given Misty she shook her head. The damned butt plug had ramped Kim's already high libido into overdrive. If it wasn't for Monster she didn't know how she'd survive the onslaught. She'd also thought the stupid harem outfits would be way more of a problem, but form fitting as they were they still shifted aside just fine. Which made sense for a show like this she supposed, couldn't have stuff get in the way of sexy times.

Kim had already gone from relaxed to nuzzling at her breast again. "At least give me a moment to enjoy my cigarette here."

The redhead bit down lightly on Carla's hard nipple instead, causing her to gasp. "You enjoy your snack and I'll enjoy mine." Kim winked before kissing her way down the singers body before diving into her snatch.

Carla closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of her wife's tongue, until she jerked up in shock. "Stop messing with the damn toy! I don't care how they are making us feel, it's annoying. I do not enjoy ass play! I swear tomorrow I am going to find the biggest strap on the orgy pit has and rail your rear until you can't walk."

"Promises, promises." Came the muffled reply from under the blankets.

Carla lay back and took in another big drag of smoke. This place had killed her dry spell with a damned monsoon.

Tomorrow was going to really be something wild.