Week 3 Stacy's Date: Dinner

"So does Sam kick ass or does Sam kick ass?!" Tracy yelled enthusiastically after voting on Arabella's poll. "This season is going really fast so we should be able to see the next challenge soon."

Laura had enjoyed the season, though it was still strange and a bit haunting that the season's master mourned a woman with her name. "I hope it has significantly less 'glazing' than the last one we watched." She joked.

"I didn't see anything that would make Shar think Marissa would end up as another cow girl, unless it was just her breasts. And Erin has her beat there."

Stacy poked the nearest of Susan's improbably large breasts. "Isn't that why you got it? No, if anything Erin's getting dog girl. She may not have Bitch as a path but Loyal might as well be the same thing with her attitude."

"Susan got cow cause that's how I used to think of her." Laura said quietly. "I held so much against her out of jealousy and repression, and yes her big tits made it an easy insult."

Suddenly Stacy was squeezed between two sets of massive breasts as Susan lunged over to hug the redhead on the other side of her. "It's not your fault! I was a huge bitch that antagonized you constantly. And you are far from the first person to call me a cow." Tracy hugged the cow woman from behind, rubbing her back and trying to comfort her girlfriend. Copying her, Penny also glomped on to Laura. "I think this was always going to happen though. Not because of you or my tits, but because of my Grandmother."

"I still feel responsible." Laura said, as poor Stacy struggled between them. She sounded more normal though.

As they separated the pinkette glared at both women. "Do you feel better now? Cause I feel smothered."

"Oh no briar fox, please don't throw me in the titty patch!" Tracy mocked from the other side of Susan. "We can switch places if all that boob really bothers you though."

"It's late, maybe we should break for dinner." Laura said before standing up. "We can decide if we're watching more or going to bed while we eat."

As Stacy walked over to the dinning nook she straightened out her 'dress' that had been rumpled in the hug. "Just how many seasons are there? I'm getting sick of Harem Hotel."

Tracy shrugged. "I have no idea, I just know the ones Shar's talked about. There's supposed to be a really good one with some sad sack of a author as master, but Shar says it's pretty long and involved. Maybe we can binge it for Susan's date?"

"I'm fine with that if Laura is." Susan hugged the redhead again. She was so glad things had worked out between them. The mother of her child.

Laura shrugged, not planning anything beyond surviving the next day. "Well count me out." Stacy said. "I'll find something else to do instead of watching more of this show. It's bad enough being on the damn thing!"

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Carla sat up as she felt something change. Looking around the room she didn't see anything different. Then she realized the damn intruder was no longer held inside as snug as it had been. Was it time? She reached back and with a moaning sigh of relief pulled the jeweled butt plug out of her ass. "Oh thank fuck it's finally over!"

The redhead laying beside her sat up as well, as the singer threw her tormentor across the room. "Awww, don't be like that. Today was fun."

"I do not enjoy things in my ass!" Carla bit each word off clearly, trying to get through to the other woman, who had made no move to remove her own accessory. "And we've been holed up in here all day, putting a serious crimp in our plans to be more sociable before we're forgotten. We're already in last place."

Kim lay back, pulling Carla down with her. "Relax, today wasn't a total bust. We had a blast with Misty, Gabriella, and Evelyn. Some truly amazing sex. And tomorrow we have a whole harem affair with the contest and the orgy. Orgy's got to be worth a good chunk of points, no?"

Carla had to agree, Kim made good points. "Okay fine, but we should still go down to dinner. Which means taking that bloody plug out of your arse before you start humping the furniture."

"Fiiiiiiine." Kim reached back and removed her own toy, then gave it a quick peck of a kiss as Carla wrinkled her nose.

"Ugh, really? You know where that's been."

Laughing, Kim launched herself forward, hugging her lover. "I've eaten your ass on more than one occasion, kissing a butt plug isn't going to kill me." Carla blushed at that. "Besides it smells, and tastes, perfectly clean. Magic remember?"

Oh right, Carla thought, the damned things were supposed to keep their butts magically clean, making them aroused instead. "It's still gross, it's a butt plug."

"Does that mean you aren't going to gag me with it while you spank me?" She blinked her eyes at Carla trying to look innocent.

Carla got out of bed, shaking her head at the other woman's antics. "Fuck no. I may use one of the ball gags in the orgy pit on you tomorrow though. And see if I can get the giant to spank you."

Kim squealed and jumped out of bed, leaving the toy on the bedside table, before running around to hung and kiss her wife. "Promise?! I bet Anna could toss me around like a toy!"

"She could probably toss the both of us around like toys you minx. Lets get showered up and head down. I know damned well we both reek of sex and we need to give the servants a chance to clean up in here. The sheets have to be soaked."

"Shower sex?" Kim raised a single red eyebrow at Carla in a pleading gesture.

Carla leaned back and theatrically slapped her forehead. "You just got rid of the magic ramp your libido to stupid levels toy!"

"Shower sex?" Kim asked again, unrepentant.

Carla turned the bassist around and sent her towards the bathroom with a swat on her ass. "Fine." As the redhead ran off with a cheer Carla shook her head. If it wasn't for Monster Kim would be the **** of her. How the fuck had Tommy kept up?

Well fuck him anyways, she thought as she made her own way to the shower. Tosser probably used pills. Loser.

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Anna ate dinner wondering what to do after. Probably hang out in the pub with the others after like usual, though she wasn't drinking anymore right now. It was probably safe with the way her transformation treated booze but she wasn't going to risk her and Laura's baby like that. Not that Candy was drinking either, and the Professor didn't drink for the most part. Misty probably wouldn't either if no one else was, and Evelyn had run off after snatching a quick bite to 'prepare the orgy pit' for tomorrow. Or so she said. Anna wasn't sure what kind of preparations that entailed.

Her sex life had honestly been pretty vanilla up to this point, though some people probably wouldn't consider lesbian sex vanilla. Idiots. She really hadn't even done much here either really. Sure the threesome with Laura and Susan had really been something, but most of that was just taking her turn with her fiancee and watching Susan get knocked up.

Getting roped into the mini orgy by Tracy had been way more crazy, but the little sex gremlin was hard to deny. And now the whole damn harem was going to knock boots after the contest. She had to shake her head at the absurdity of it all.

Just then Carla and Kim strutted into the dinning hall, still wearing those sheer silk outfits, acting like it was perfectly normal.

Maybe it was, what did normal mean to them anymore? Here she sat a foot and a half taller than she'd ever been, looking forward to dressing up as a cheerleader for her fiancee in a day. Oh and of course she was pregnant.

Anna snorted and resumed eating. She'd probably be wanting another plate full after this, and while the others would wait for her before heading up to the pub she didn't want to keep them too long.

She did have to wonder if they'd be taking a lunch break for the orgy, or did the place Carla and Kim found have snacks?

Either way tomorrow was certainly going to be interesting.