The Master, Mark Garret, by legolus

“Pffft…”

“I do not wish to hear it, Gina.”

“Myyyyy, Marcie whatever seems to be the problem. You look a bit...blown up!”

“How long did you have to work on that one?”

“Now, now, Marcie, no reason to...blow things out of proportion.”

“Gina, our listeners have no idea what you are blabbering about.”

“Oh, you’re right. Let me show them.”

“EEEEEEEKKKK!!!!”

BOING

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“THIS IS NOT FUNNY!”

“I dunno Marcie, it’s pretty funny to me.”

“How am I supposed to wear clothes like this!”

“Eh Marels boobs are still bigger. She manages.”

“This is unacceptable. Through no fault of my own I was inflicted with grievous bodily harm. I will send a formal protest note to Arabella and demand this to be reversed at once!”

Marcie attempts to write a letter but struggles considerably with her giant boobs in the way. Meanwhile Gina shows her support by cackling like a hyena.

“Ugh!!!”

“Want me do it?”

“Fine! I leave this task to you, Gina. It was your cactus anyways.”

“So, we doing a review or just showing everyone your boobs?”

“We.are.doing.a.review. And I will have no more mention of my temporary...issue.”

“Sure, sure. Let’s see, this iiiiiis...The Master, Mark Garret, by legolus, Riveting title. I guess it’s better then Master Masters, but as you guessed, it’s another Harem Hotel story. Because that’s clearly all we are doing now.”

“Indeed, Gina. Let us waste no more time and start the read.”

READING IN PROGRESS (BGM)

Mark was glad they had worked through their problems, and he finally had his anxiety under control, because Allie was worth the wait. He thought back on their relationship about how they met at a Magic: The Gathering tournament at their university. How she just went on and on about all of her favorite games and Anime, which had a lot in common with Mark himself. He was fortunate to meet her when he was starting grad school, as he hadn’t made many friends there at the time, and sort of inherited hers.

“And of course our master is another socially awkward Nerd. This is shaping up well.”

“Gina, I would very appreciate if you watch your language for any...problematic words."

“I read stories about your ‘seasons’ and … even voted in some polls, though I thought it was just some erotic fiction online, not, not real,” Mark replied as a bit of guilt rose up in him at what he may have been party to.

“Ok, not only is he socially awkward, he also reads Harem Hotel porn in the internet. Can’t get any more virgin loser nerd then that.”

“At least we are getting something slightly novel with this master. For the first time we are having a genre savvy character.”

“I don’t know who that Jean Le Safie character is Marcie, but he sounds like a perv.”

I am 33 years old, 5’9”, 135lbs, my measurements are 38B”-26”-28”, and I am bisexual.

“First girl and it’s already a hag. We’re off to a swell start with this one.”

“Do not use that word, Gina.”

I am 34 years old, 5’6”, 120lbs, my measurements are 36C”-24”-28”

“The second girl is even worse. Great two hags for the price of one.”

I am 37 years old, 5’6”, 130lbs. My measurements are 32C”-22”-26”

“...Marcie, what the fuck is going on here?”

“I do not know, Gina.”

I am 34 years old, 5’5”, 110lbs, my measurements are 32B”-22”-34”

I am 32 years old, 5’0”, my measurements are 34D”-24”-32”, 120lbs,

I am 32 years old, 5”2’, my measurements are 32A-26-32, 130lbs.

I am 34 years old, 5”9’, my measurements are 34A-26-34, 130lbs

I am 32 years old, 6”0’, my measurements are 32D-22-34, 135lbs.

I am 30 years old, 5”8’, my measurements are 36DD-24-34, 145 lbs.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”

“A fitting reaction. It annoys me too that the first three girls have their weight stated after height, while the remaining have it at the end.”

“I MEAN THEIR AGE!”

“Ah, that.”

“Yes that!”

“Every single contestant in this show, master included, is thirty years or older.”

“I thought we hit the absolute bottom of the barrel with Gambler and his granny contestant but this, I’m pretty sure this constitutes a hate crime in some countries.”

“Normally, this would be the point were we give a brief description about the girls but the introduction portion is rough. We are breezing through these contestants.”

“Yeah, like some of these hags don’t even get an individual intro chapter, they have to share it.”

“Now, that is just rude.”

“And before long we are already at first transformation. Wow, slow down, you shit! I don’t even know any of these women!”

“We do at the very least get some creative choices in terms of transformations. I like the pose one for Merida. That has potential.”

“Sure, some of them are fun. But none really wowed me, Marcie.”

“The Fairytale focus is a nice touch. But perhaps it would be more accurate to call it Disney focus.”

“Before we get to the results we’re having a chapter that sound suspiciously like a fan mail chapter, but it’s fortunately kept brief because even Hadric has better things to do then reading old people porn.”

Mark - Dog - Dragon

Allie - Wolf - Wolf

Merida - Dog - Dog

Talia - Birds - Birds

Ellen - Cats - Cats

Flora - Cats - Chameleon

Sam - Dolphins - Birds

Laura - Bunnies - Bunnies

Chloe - Fish/Sea Creatures - Immortal Jellyfish

Aubrey - Dogs - Swans

“Hm, now this is interesting.”

“I like Chloe. Also that is the third Sam in four stories and all of them were gay.”

“I am more interested in the clear furry undertones with this.”

“Normally, I would be disgusted, Marcie, but I take any chances of getting a shark.”

Sam took a deep breath and then gave a stony glare into the empty theater where she assumed the camera was at this point, “I want you to know, I have multiple close friends who are part of Seal Team 6 and Delta ****. Contacts at the CIA. Keep my sister out of your thoughts and off your tongue, or I swear I will find you and I will kill you. If you aren’t from my universe? Well, I guess I know who I can use the wish against, even if I can’t kill you with it, I can definitely put you in a situation you won’t get out of intact.”

“You know, from all the gay Sam’s we had recently. This is my favorite gay Sam. And I really liked the last gay Sam. Congrats, gay Sam. If I had to rank the gay Sams it would be 1)Gay Sam(lego), 2) Gay Sam(skar) 3) Gay Sam(HugeDick).”

“Are you quite done with your nonsense, Gina?”

“Geez, someone’s cranky. Calm your tits.”

“Grrrr.”

Bio: Mark grew up in a fairly Catholic household in the suburb. He was always into nerdy things like anime and D&D. He got a degree in computer science and eventually a master’s degree in Data Science. It was during Grad School He started dating his awesome fiancée Allie. Despite doing well in school he has struggled to find full time employment.

“Maaaan, you know when you just can tell? When you can just really tell that the MC is a self-insert?”

“W-Well, I would not know, Gina.”

“I would call this author selfie, if that name wasn’t taken. Incidentally, I need to come up with another name for selfie, but I’m kinda fond of it. It’s cute, in a pathetic sort of way, hmm. Chrima? Exa? It’s surprisingly tough!”

“Must you be so uncharacteristically chipper this time around? Look, the audience has just voted on the transformations. That should infuriate you.”

“Eh, to be fair, the transformations picked aren’t the worst, really. But they are complicated as fuck and each girl gets at least two of them. There are also nine girls, so that’s a lot of stuff to keep track off.”

Checking out her reflection, she remarked, “Och, no' bad at a'. I’d say I turned oot lookin’ mair cute than sexy, but ay, I quite like it.” Merida said as she noticed her new accent and way of speaking. “This new way o’ speakin’ micht tak a wee bit o’ gettin’ used tae, though.”

*sounds of shirt stretching*

“Oh yeah, no idea why, but for some reason Marcie’s boobs get bigger when she’s agitated.”

“Haahh...no, I can handle this much. Besides, it could still be worse, she could be fren...”

“Well, I for one find ze scent simply délicieux—quite enchanting, really.” Ellen mused, “I am quite sure we weel enjoy our stay 'ere… it eez truly wonderful, non Samantha?”

“AAAAAHHH!”

BOING!

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“This is...infuriating!”

“I personally would go with liberating.”

“Let us focus on actual important matters, Gina. Like poor puns and a Dragon called Smug. Ugh, the name gets worse the more you say it.”

“Marcie, here is your warning that you don’t have that many shirts.”

“Good point. Continue. while I gather my nerves.”

“Gather your buttons first.”

“C.O.N.T.I.N.U.E.”

“Sooo, group goes to town and Cassandra really spends a fuckton of time explaining everything, eh? Like there’s a shit load of shops and shit. And as if things aren’t complicated enough, the master immediately starts messing with the girls, switching paths and entire transformations out! Like, holy fuck! It’s the first day! Keep it in your pants, you fuck!”

“The good news is that by now we have surely witnessed the worst this season has to offer.”

“We are not even on Day 1, Marcie.”

Hold that Pose: A phrase Merida has uttered many times during her yoga classes, now she can practice what she teaches. Merida becomes poseable by any member of the Harem, though anyone besides Mark will feel a desire to pay her back later for any inconvenience caused. Only those Merida allows to pose her can and she can stop at any time. [Posing] [Upgraded]

Marcie slams the table.

“WHAT IN THE FIRE SNAKE PITS IS THIS!”

*riiiip*

“And there goes another shirt...”

*GLARE*

“O-ok, geez.”

“Only those Merida allows to pose her can and she can stop at any time? Must I even spell out how utterly asinine this is? This is no transformation! It is basic locomotion, you complete and utter Troglodyte!”

“M-Mmrpff! Stpf pffpffocpffting me wfth ympfr bpffbs!”

Finally, there was an opulent, approaching gaudy building at the end of the street with a fountain in front of it. nine large statues of naked women encircled the fountain, and from between their legs flowed out water to keep the fountain circulating.

“Oh, do not even attempt to placate me with watersports, author! We are far past were that scheme would be effective!”

Authors Note: Please note the trigger warning in bold before a scene below

“As someone getting triggered by trigger warnings I appreciate this trigger warning for a trigger warning. Still getting triggered by the trigger trigger warning, though.”

“Hm, now we must of course see what this warning is all about.”

“Ok, sooo the trigger warning is for a **** scene and author, pumpkin, this is a story about girls getting **** as well as mentally and physically changed in order to become a guy’s sex slaves. I hazard a guess that the deranged freaks reading this won’t have a problem with a bit of ****!”

“Meanwhile, the other girls are bonding as well. With a bondage party.”

“Oh...oh wow. Ok, that bondage stuff was kinda actually pretty erotic!”

“Hm, you masturbated to it, Gina?”

“No, because a) this was less a scene and more a fucking tease. And b) THEY ARE ALL OVER THIRTY YEARS OLD!”

“True, the author does seem to have issues actually writing sex scenes out. We have seen worse offenders, but I do think some scenes would have benefited from being a bit more filled out.”

“That’s not a problem for you at least, Marcie.”

“GRRRR…”

“Ok, so we don’t get a proper sex scene but what we do get is Mark showing up next morning, finds the exhausted bondage play girls and decides now is the perfect moment to punish them!”

“I take it you take umbrage with that, Gina?”

“Obviously! Who does that fuck think he is?”

“The master?”

“...”

“Well, Flora and Aubrey went a tad overboard.”

“Flora did nothing wrong!”

“Alright, alright.”

“At least Mark gets properly chewed out for his fuckery and speaking of fuckery...”

Hi all, I wanted to let you know that due to budget cuts and the need to pay Mark’s new staff, we are going to have to reduce not only BP rewards for most things we are actually going to need to cut your current BP totals in half right now. New BP totals are displayed after this message. Deepest apologies, Cassandra.

“Didn’t even make it through day one, before having to adjust shit. Not even Shar screwed up that early. Cassandra might be even worse at her job then Lucy. How is that even possible?”

“I would appreciate if you do not needlessly antagonize the hosts, Gina.”

“Oh riiight, you need them for your mammary related issue. Sure would be a shame if the hosts held a grudge against you for the 37 times you called them “Witless fools, not fit to be put in charge of a pissoir”, huh Marcie?”

“I would never say that.”

today dressed unmistakably as the two main heroines from Neon Genesis Evangelion – Chloe with a somewhat detached air channeling Rei Ayanami with her hair up in a pale blue wig at Merida’s insistence, and Merida with her fiery red hair and more energetic posture embodying Asuka Langley Soryu. Their outfits, form-fitting and brightly colored in the characters' signature styles, were a stark contrast to the more casual or transformation-influenced attire of the others.

“Nothing spells midlife crisis more then a bunch of thirty-somethings dressing up as fourteen year old anime characters.”

Bah! You know what, Marcie? I just mentally age them down ten years, so they become fuckable for me.”

“Ah, a head canon.”

Woah! Holy shit! This is amazing! Did I just crack the code for trash writing?”

“No Gina, this is called having a head canon.”

“Marcie, if I had a cannon in my head I could conduct vehicular manslaughter. Unfortunately, I don’t.”

“Let us move on before I ruin another shirt.”

“Besides, feel kinda powerful, these ootfits. Like we could pilot a giant robot or somethin'.”

*aggressive Marcie twitch*

“Marcie, boobs.”

“Hnnggg...t-the Evangelion Units are not “robots”. That is somewhat of an important plot point. Please take care to remember that, you provincial numpty.”

Sam collapsed onto the padded floor of the ring, breathless, flushed, and wide-eyed, her body convulsing slightly with the lingering intensity of the pleasure jolt and the accumulated effects of the spar. Mark stood over her, staff lowered, his own body humming with exertion and pleasure, looking down at her with a mixture of concern and surprised triumph. His raw physical attributes and stamina had, in the end, managed to overcome her refined skill in the face of the ring's potent enchantment.

Sam lay sprawled on the padding, breathless, flushed, and wide-eyed, her body convulsing slightly with the lingering intensity of the pleasure jolt from the final impact and the accumulated effects of the spar. Mark stood over her, staff lowered, his own body humming with exertion and pleasure, looking down at her with a mixture of concern and surprised triumph. His raw physical attributes and stamina had, in the end, managed to overcome her refined skill in the face of the ring's potent enchantment.

“So far this author may have done an adequate enough job on the grammar front, but look at this! A duplicate paragraph? Pathetic!”

*sounds of stretching*

“Marcie...”

“Okay, that was great. I don’t think the comparison to Disney is fair, though. To the Ghibli films, that is. Especially if they are all this good.”

“And now this Disney Slander. I am sure the other Sam would object.”

*sounds of buttons popping*

“Marcie…!”

Laura began to move across the lobby but stopped before entering the theater proper to ask a question of the dragon. “Is your name really Smug, not Smaug, like it wasn’t Cassandra who named you, right? And simply got the name wrong, for the dragon she was trying to name you after.”

BOOOOING!

“You do not call out the joke! This is one of the cardinal rules of comedy. Do you have any idea how many of my brilliantly crafted and witty jokes are ignored by our simple minded audience? But do I muck about and explain them? No! Because that would ruin the joke! What next, author? Are you explaining your username too? Because mabye someone with the mental capacity of wrynn has not yet deduced that this is also a mispelling of a famous character from Tolkien! Ugggghhh! This is so exasperating! I am out of words!”

“You’re out of shirts if you keep this up. Seriously, can you say anything good about this story?”

“Cassandra is doing an excellent job and the disrespect she is shown by Mark is highly uncalled for.”

“Uhu. Anything you actually believe in?”

“Hm, very well. That femdom scene were Sam dominated Mark was admittedly pretty erotic.”

“You got off to it?”

“No, Gina. It was too short and did not quite satisfy my desires. But it is rare enough that we get a femdom scene in Harem Hotel, so it felt worth pointing out. Oh, if only there was a brilliant, genius host out there that would satisfy that niche. What a privilege it would be to watch such a superior being.”

“What a weird thing to say.”

“Juist get on wi' it, then. See, I ken this is tough on her, but if she cannae point ye in the richt direction for whit she actually wants changt, then juist change whitiver ye fancy. She's the ane that's makin' ye dae this, an' that's no' entirely fair, is it? Dinnae get me wrang, I totally get why she's at it. I reckon if maist o' the rest o' us felt we juist couldnae be intimate wi' ye, we micht go doon a similar road. We aw hae folk we're keen tae shield. But aye, we aw are willin' tae gie it a proper go. So, dae whitiver suits, I winnae sit in judgement, weel, maistly. Like, dinnae mak' her a dopey coo or onythin'. But ye want tae gie her a big, juicy erse an' massive norks, fire in. She askit you for this, mind. I guess juist mak' double sure she ends up happy wi' wha she becomes, an' dinnae meddle wi' the things she disnae want toucht.”

“Marcie? You’re having an uhh...empty look on your face.”

“I...I think I blanked out there for a second.”

“Wanna lay down?”

“That will not be necessary. Please summarize what is happening for me with the walking stay in school advertisement.”

“Ok, so we are at scottish lassies date and they go bath in a hot spring that...uhhhuhuhuhuhu!”

*sigh*

“Mark turns into a girl and ages down! In fact, every girl that bathes ages down, hehehehe….”

“If you want to masturbate, go ahead.”

“I’m not a degenerate like you, Marcie. But man, lego, for a disgusting furry with a costume fetish, you’re pretty alright.”

“I disagree.”

“Oh, look the girls are having a slumber party! And Mark or should I say Mary gets to join in too, niiiice.”

“Gina, what is it with you and genderbending, really? If you wish to feminize males, crossdressing is clearly the superior choice.”

“Okay, let’s use the walk-in closet; it will afford us the most privacy.” So they entered the closet.

“Lego, I like you, but if you are setting up what I think you are setting up, I sadly have to kill you.”

Talia is Thirty-Seven -> Talia is Eighteen (retroactive)

“Too bad, Gina. Now one of your head canon girls is eight years old.”

“Ok, seriously is the gimmick of this season age reduction for everyone’ Because I can get on board with that.”

“Unfortunately, I can very much not get on board with the breast expansion for everyone.”

“That at least feels pretty *snrk* fitting for you, Marcie.”

“GRRRRRR…!”

Alright, Talia! Time for you to come out of the closet.

“Whelp, time to die.”

*cocks head cannon*

“Gina, as much as I loathe this author and everything he stands for, you can not just...”

“I was in the closet, physically. She was making a joke about the fact I’m not straight anymore.”

“Explaining the joke again, are we? Haha. Gina. Exterminate.”

“I would if I had any ammunition! But a certain someone just had to go and throw my cactus away!”

“...let us just focus on the story.”

“I agree, Marcie. This review has already ballooned enough.”

“GRRRRRRRR…!”

“Okay, good. Second blanket rule: all effects from tonight will be gone after twenty-four hours from now or less if specified by a subsequent rule. Now I was thinking two truths and a lie first, a way to get to know people here. Though here are my modifications. If the majority of us guess the lie, it becomes the truth for the twenty-four-hour period. If the person tricks the majority of us, they can pick one of the people they tricked and share one of their truths with them. Everyone who guesses the lie gets a point, and the person gets a point for everyone they trick. The person with the most points wins. I want to give some sort of prize for first, but don’t know what it should be, so suggestions?”

“Wow, what a wet blanket. That slumber party could have been super sexy but they have all those weird non erotic rules in place and I mean they do some fun stuff but it’s not enough to get me off! Again!”

“Likewise. I did enjoy some aspects of the party, though. They way everyone dogpiled on Mary was very amusing, as was the fact that she ended up having to wear the penalty costume.”

it was at this moment that the effects of the spring ended, resulting in the clothes that Mary now Mark was wearing to tear as he regained his original height and weight, leaving him naked.

“You just ruined a perfectly valid crossdressing opportunity! As if clothes could tear like that by a bit of growth!”

“…”

“Do not stare at me like that, Gina. Rather, what do you think of Mark’s latest outburst?”

“pfft!”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION.”

“Oh yeah, pretty fucking weird. Like Mark suddenly gets super pissed about boundaries and respect or some useless bullshit. No idea what the weirdo’s on about. Fells to me the girls are plenty respectful to the little shit.”

“To put it succinctly, Mark feels belittled.”

“Yeah, like what the fuck?”

“I want to circle back to that actually, so let us put a pin in it.”

“I don’t think a pin is enough, Marcie.”

“Gina, I am just about reaching my limit here.”

“Definitely.”

“Okay, so kemono means animal, and musume means daughter. The other suffix that is typically used to describe it is mimi, which means ears. So either animal daughter or girl, or animal ears. Which would be what you and Allie are right now. But furries would be more like… have you seen Zootopia?”

“Mimiiii!!!”

“Gina, focus. You can be traumatized once we are done with the review.”

Ellen once again reached out and pressed the indicated button. A discordant screeching sound played, and then in a much more menacing tone, “~BAD GIRL~” played over the speaker, before ASTRID returned to her normally cheery tone. “~Hehe, Silly Ellen~ I thought I already told you, either The Master needs to press the buttons or,” returning to the menacing tone “~HE NEEDS TO ORDER YOU TO!~” and cheery again, “~So would you kindly~ keep your grubby little unoptimized hands off my buttons.”

“The time has come.”

“I haven’t.”

“The time has come for me to educate this author. It can not be put off any longer, for he has considerable issues with proper weight distribution.”

“So do you, Marcie.”

“Gina, this is your final warning. I will not tolerate any quips during my writing lecture.”

“Sure thing, Professor Boobs.”

“...please masturbate while I hold my address, Gina.”

“Gyaah!”

“Now, what do I mean with weight distribution? Simply put, I am talking about the failure of given each narrative piece the proper weight it deserves. A lack of resonance, if you will. Or perhaps a lack of focus hits closer to home.”

*sounds of furious shlicking*

“Let us take a closer look at the above elevator example. Mark and Ellen take the elevator and a malfunction happen. In the story this is considered a significant event. Significant enough that it is brought up multiple times since. Clearly we are supposed to be taking it serious.”

*moaning*

“However, while the scene happens, none of that supposed significance is felt. It felt fairly trivial, dare I say comedic even? Ah, Gina, you are forbidden from climaxing.”

“You fucking biiiiitch.”

“This happens a few times throughout the story. Mark’s perceived belittlement at the hand of the girls would be another example. Did it happen? Indubitably. But how do we, the reader know that this was important and not the scene were Mark contemplates what degree of spicy food he can handle?”

*more moaning*

Essentially, small, seemingly inconspicuous events are meant to carry much more gravitas then one would assume from how they are presented in the story. And while in moderation this certainly can be a very effective writing technique, this is clearly not the intention here. So author, take heed. If you wish the reader to understand how important an event is, hammer the point home. Do not have it be drowned out by a horde of similar trivial occurrences.”

“haaa...haaaa….”

“My lecture is finished. You may cease masturbating now, Gina.”

“Ngh...I didn’t come.”

“Good. That took more time then I expected, so let us pick up the pace.”

“Well, okay, let’s take your schoolgirl outfit. It’s sort of generic, right? But what if you got a specific school uniform from a specific film or show? Would that work differently? I mean, your **** girl outfit is most definitely modeled after the Leia outfit, but it isn’t exactly the same. There are differences, maybe that’s enough for it not to be considered a Leia outfit. Like right now, you aren’t in a reporter’s costume, you’re in an April O’Neil outfit. Moreover, a specific likeness of that character. In other versions, she isn’t a reporter; she’s a computer expert and scientist. So if you wore that version of her outfit, I would guess you would get different traits than this one. Which brings me back to my question of what constitutes a costume. Because, while she did wear different outfits, there was one fairly consistent one. But that’s also fairly normal clothes. Just a purple crop-top, some loose fitting pants, a dark belt, and I think Converse, but I would have to double-check. Put on a wig for it, and I’m willing to bet if you went to Comic-Con, you would be recognized as the character. But that’s normal clothes, if maybe not what you would normally wear. Take that to other specific characters and their costumes. Like Doctor Who, you could dress up as Rose, Donna, Amy, Clara, River Song, Sarah Jane, Heck even Jodie Whittaker’s Doctor. Maybe even do a gender bender version of the other Doctors, all of those are mostly normal clothes. Does that count as a costume? I don’t know, but we should definitely find out.

“Hard to do with walls of text like this. Author, do me favor. Take this paragraph and say it out loud. You think that’s too much? THEN IT HAS NO BUSINESS BEING DIALOG!”

“A valid criticism for once, Gina. Legolus clearly likes his speeches but he pays little attention to flow and how it would actually feel in a real life situation. Saying it out loud is a fairly well known technique to refine your dialog.”

Making it Big: Ellen has a very successful acting career, for many women, though, how well they do will depend upon the size of their assets. Ellen will be able to increase her Bust size or Hip size. In exchange, she will earn a small amount of BP, increasing with each additional size. Increases in size will last for one full round. [Actress] [Boon] Boosted 1/3: Every Starlet needs a supporting cast. Now Ellen can help the others Make It Big, too. With their consent, Ellen can increase another woman’s breast or hip size up to one size below her current size for a round just like her own. Ellen’s breasts or hips can’t get smaller than this difference, though, until the other woman’s size decreases as well. Ellen will take a 20% cut of the BP gain, with the rest going to the woman whose size was increased.

“Why is it that there are an abundance of ways to increase your bust size, but barely anything about reducing it?”

“Beats me, You know people would kill for such a Tits upgrade, Marcie.”

“I had perfectly normal sized C-cups before, Gina. Not like a certain flat chest I could mention.”

“I’M A B CUP!”

“Sure, you are. Now, Mark finally stops waffling and implements his last five changes on Talia.”

Talia does not share Mark's transformation fetish -> Talia does share Mark's transformation fetish

Talia is a short woman -> Talia is a short stacked woman (retroactive)

Talia denies her wants and desires -> Talia accepts her wants and desires

Talia accepts kemonomusume -> Talia loves kemonomusume

Talia’s ideal relationship is monogamous -> Talia’s ideal relationship is polyamorous

“Yeah no, that’s it. Mark’s gonna get on the scumbag list. And it won’t be a low position either. Like definitely the highest position among all the Harem Hotel masters.”

“I am surprised you put him above Bruce, Gina.”

“You kidding me, Marcie? Bruce is just your average horndog. What this fuck does to Talia is fucked up!”

“Hm, I do not really see an issue.”

“Yeah, Marcie. Because you are insane. Normal people like me can tell that Mark is a psycho.”

So, do you want to piggy-back, princess carry, or fireman's carry?”

Mark grumbled, “The princess carry…” at which point Laura scooped him up in her arms.

“I just think he is cute. If only he were a tad more submissive and breedable...”

“Ok, let me give you another example. Chloe, Chloe has a perfectly normal reaction to not wanting Mark to sleep around with people outside of the Harem. Like that shouldn’t be a fucking high mark!”

“...pffft.”

“Your boobs are bouncing when you giggle.”

“*ehem*..., continue.”

“Look, Mark is a nice guy trying to do his best in a completely bizarre situation.

“Like this! Everybody is just ragging on Chloe and gaslighting her! Meanwhile this absolute creep spouts lines such as:”

Sam, you don’t need to change or be malleable for me, okay. I have Talia now for that, and Ellen to some degree.

“Like, that’s super fucked up!”

“He explains his reasoning with valid and concise points, Gina. I certainly do have plenty grievances with the story but I do not see an issue in the way Mark conducts himself, aside from the completely unjustified attacks on Cassandra, of course.”

“Am I being booblighted here? You can not be serious!”

“That is not a word, Gina.”

“Fuck you and fuck Mark! If you like him that much why don’t you go marry him?”

“Hm, I will consider adding him to my harem.”

“Oh, screw this! Challenge time! And this time it’s a labyrinth were the girls have to escape a Minotaur. Also Mark is the Minotaur.”

“Given the propensity of awful puns, I am amazed he missed the chance to call himself a Markotaur.”

“I guess even lego would not sink that low.”

“Maybe it was because our last challenge was from Xar, but...”

“Right, because the Scissor fucker didn’t even make it to the challenge.”

“BUT this felt surprisingly short. It was decent enough for a challenge but I really think legolus could have expand…”

*snrk*

“Gina, if you laugh now I make you streak around the neighborhood.”

“F-fuck you...you’re doing this on purpose!”

1st: Laura Elliot 72 VP

** 2nd: Samantha Irving 54 VP

3rd: Allie Asher 33 VP

4th: Merida Voguel 30 VP

5th: Flora Sparrow 29 VP

6th: Ellen Thompson 28 VP

7th: Aubrey Martini 20 VP

8th: Talia Winchester 14 VP

** 9th: Chloe Stapleton 12 VP

“This has to be the most lopsided contestant standing yet."

“Yeah, Cassandra is pretty incompetent, huh?”

“I was not saying that, Gina.”

“Ok, second set of transformations and wow! Talia is just getting fucked over backwards here, huh?”

“She did place last, after all. Chloe has an amusing option. I like the one were she has to serve for another date.”

“We both know that’s not gonna win, Marcie.”

“Hm, true. What else? The Dragon one for Sam could be interesting. The rest does not really speak to me I am afraid.”

“And the next chapter sounds suspiciously like a fanmail chapter. I’m not risking an encounter with the Hadric kind, so let’s just do best and worst girl and wrap this up.”

“Very well.”

“So best girl. I like Chloe for not taking Mark’s shit and I just feel bad for Talia. Laura is cool too but in the end, yeah this is a Sam win. I have a thing for girls in uniform and the way she’s dominant is very sexy.”

“This is actually reasonably difficult. Laura stood out to me as well but I think ultimately I have to go with Freya.”

“You’re doing this again, Marcie?”

“What? If Mark can pick girls outside of his harem so can I.”

“You didn’t even mention her a single time!”

“Which is why I am doing it now, Gina."

“For fucks sake, least favorite...Aubrey. Don’t hate her or anything but she didn’t really leave an impression.”

“I can not say the same about my least favorite pick.”

“Yeah, yeah...we all know who that is.”

“Cassandra.”

“WHAT!”

“Cassandra, you nitwit of a fool! Why are you letting Mark defile you like a Urinal? You are the host, act like it!”

“Woah, Marcie. What has become with cozening up to the hosts?”

“I refuse!”

“Erk!”

“I will not let the integrity of this review be compromised by my current predicament! Cassandra! You must establish your dominance! If you are incapable of that, the fate that will await you will be a Grimm Fairytale indeed.”

“Hm, you know what? You have a point, Marcie. In fact Cassandra should punish Mark by turning her into Mary permanently. That would be a proper punishment. And then she gets dominated by all the girls and ends up super pregnant, hehehehehe…”

“Are you alright, Gina?”

“Shut up, I’m super horny.”

“Hm, I am rather pent up myself actually.”

“But it is not because of this story!”

“Of course not.”

“Let’s have sex, Marcie.” I want to break these boobs in.”

“C-cease your lewdness.”

“No.”

“W-well, I will need to properly close this review first.”

“Fine but I fondle you while you do. Let's do one of those sex reviews dickgirl guy's sluts love to do."

“I will most certainly not...kyaah!”

“Now talk! And make it snappy!”

“Eep! This...ah...story suffers...from some...issues...mostly pacing ngh...related and...ha..haa...the author would do...well to...heed….my *moan* sage counsel in regaaards to tonal dissonance. D-dialog in particulaaar needs more scrutiny and...also...the s-seeex scenes could be flesh...fleshed out moooore!”

*fondle fondle fondle*

“The...b-boob….focus...tended to get a bit….overwhelming...and...some...of the scenes...could become less busy...trimming the...faaat...hm..ha...haaaa...butt….that...should be all…”

*squeeze suck maul*

“This review..has now reaaached it’s...its...!