Monstrous Mothers, Monstrous Angel(Third Round TF Result Chapter)

Nox had been through hell. Getting to briefly be Hanson again made her think that this was all just a nasty dream she could wake up from but, the punishment she had received from Z, even though it was just a dream, eliminated that possibility. Being chained to the oni, who the goblin could tell was still very angry at her just by feeling the tension in the oni's body, didn't help matters. She suspected that after this transformation, whatever it was, she was going to be for some humiliating training of some type as the oni continued to work out her various issues onto her.

"With one of the most overwhelming margins we had for three transformations options," The demon announced in front of Z and Nox once she teleported into the room. "Monstrous Mother has won with 80.77% of the vote!"

https://strawpoll.com/PbZqbBkrlyN/results

Z boiled with rage at the outcome while Nox tried to prepare herself for the fact that both her mind and body were going to be modified against her will once again. The transformation came when the demon walked up to both of them. Before either could say or try to do anything in response, the demon out two massive needles, filled with a green fluid, and pressed each into the navel of the two contestants. All the goblin could do was scream in pain from the puncture, while the oni grunted from the puncture, refusing to show more pain response than that in front of the demon. But then, benefiting from strength that no human possessed, she pressed down, and injected the green fluid into the wombs of both women.

The fluid, whatever it was, felt warm, and, to her horror, pleasurable in Nox's belly. Z didn't show much reaction, but the goblin suspected she felt something similar to her. The fluid, or at what she felt inside of her, started to then move in two directions at once within the goblin's body. One part moved up, and arrived at the goblin's breasts to begin its work. Her breasts expanded again, not by a lot, but going up yet another cup size when she was barely four feet tall, and already had massive breasts relative to her height, made any increase feel insane. Worse, it changed her breasts, making them very full, and she realized that the word, "full," was no longer a metaphor. The transformation brought up lactation, and she could feel her breasts filling up with milk for a purpose she was already being made to love.

While that happened to Nox's breasts, the same fluid had moved down to her groin, and pelvis. The goblin felt her hips widen, something the goblin assumed was meant to help with birth, and a change happening in her pussy that was doing something, but what she didn't know. Above that, she could feel her womb in a way she hadn't before, the organ that most defined her new sex was making itself known, as if trying to remind Nox that it existed because she had been cruelly ignoring it. All of these physical changes were already alarming, and she could tell that Z was going through her own version of them next to her, but then came the worst changes of all... the ones in her mind.

The goblin didn't suddenly love kids, or want to run out to have babies, as the transformation wasn't so direct. Instead, every conversation with Nox's ancestor, where he had emphasized to her how she was the last of his lineage, played in her head. Even though she wasn't even human anymore, the idea of that she was selfish to have failed to seduce anyone, and had shown no path to being a capable partner in bed, was now emphasized to her. That idea was compounded by the knowledge that if she wanted to escape the oni's grasp, she had to be impregnated by Felix. It was that knowledge which sparked a wave of very intrusive fantasies of the boy that had been made her master fucking her, over and over again, just using her like a hole to satisfy his needs. No matter how much she tried to block the images from her head, she just couldn't. The fantasies were too present, too overwhelming.

All of these changes were capped off by the demon walking up with a cup, and squeezing one of the goblin's breasts. It wasn't a hard squeeze at all, and yet, a long squirt of milk came out. "Excellent, now for the Oni."

Nox turned and saw Z, furious, just glaring at the demon. The oni already knew she couldn't escape the restraints, and could do nothing to prevent the demon from taking one of the oni's breasts in her hands. She then squeezed, just like she had with the goblin, and with just the slightest bit of pressure, was able to get a massive amount of milk into another cup. "You are very productive, to the point where even an oni child should be well fed now."

The amount of **** Nox felt from Z, who once again tried to escape her restraints in response to that, was terrifying. It was enough strength to surely smash people to a pulp, and would've broken any normal chains, but alas, these restraints weren't normal. The magic in them the goblin was sure was working overtime to account for the Oni's rage at being humiliated this way, and for that matter, whatever she had experienced from the transformation.

"Once I leave this room, you can both go," The demon said while leaving the room. "And try to accept your new urges, it's really for the best if both of you get impregnated..."

"Last, and for once, very much least, we have our angel who threw a tantrum," The demon said while entering the temple Janessa Smith was chained up in. "And you, my dearest audience, knew exactly how you wanted to fix it, as you voted for Divinely Ordained Sex with an unbeatable 73.08% of the vote!"

https://strawpoll.com/NPgxe1O1MZ2/results

That made Janessa Smith look up at the demon, unable to look at her as an equal in part from how she was chained to the ground. She knew every result was going to be bad, but as the implications sunk in for this one... it'd doom her. The angel was going to have to fuck to cum, because denial was seen as sinful by her Heaven, and masturbation was going to be off limits. It wasn't like her to think of it in such crude terms, but the prior night, and the situation she had put herself in, was steadily tearing away her limitations. Worse, just like when she was a fallen angel, the temptation to just ignore Felix's consent entirely and just take what she wanted was going to grow without any relief. It wasn't against the rules if he enjoyed it... but it would destroy whatever shred of a relationship she had built with him if she did it again. If only he'd fuck her, then this whole damn situation wouldn't happen, but no, he had to have all the hangups from the time she had just been trying to do her damn job.

Those thoughts continued to play in the angel's mind as the demon walked up to her and then touched her on the forehead, in a way that would look like a perverse parody of a religious ceremony to an looker. After all, the demon was naked this ceremony, having chosen to remove even the limited modesty she had in prior ceremonies. Meanwhile, the angel's robes clutched her body in a way not fitting any angel she had heard from an actual faith. No, she had been reduced to the kind of angel that fitted into the sexual fantasies of teenage boys, not the kind of being that the term implicitly promised. While even this was an improvement over being fallen, it was still a poisoned chalice compared to who she once was.

Before Janessa Smith could think on any of that further, the transformation began in earnest. Seeing as there was no change in her body or appearance, nothing much accompanied it other than a flash of light from the demon's fingers on her forehead. But then... she heard the voice of her heaven.

"Your frustration is understandable, but your behavior is unacceptable," The voice from when the angel prayed at the altar entered her mind again. "At the next possible opportunity, you are going to offer your body to Felix, or anyone else who will please you. You have disappointed us greatly, and such failures will not be tolerated for a second time."

While Janessa wasn't looking, the demon had disappeared, and the temple around the angel had changed. She was now in a more Christian, rather than classical, style of church, except all the details were off. The stained glass windows depicted orgies of sex and ****, and there were statues, at regular intervals, that belonged in either a Greek temple, or... someplace darker. Some of the statues were naked, whereas other statues looked like they were stuck suffering for eternity. What was this place?

"You are in my domain now, Janessa Smith," The voice continued. "And every statue you see here was of someone who tried to hurt me, or even who disappointed me in a particularly egregious way."

Janessa Smith realized that the voice was emanating from where a choir would've been, and it became less... ethereal. It was still very divine, but the voice by the second sentence felt like more like it was here with her in the room. However, there was no person with this voice, despite being in the room with her. No matter where she looked, nobody was speaking to her, the voice was just this thing from the void, without substance or form.

"Take the one to your right for instance," The voice said and Janessa stared at a statue near her. "This was a man who formed a cult that almost destroyed my world, and destroyed many I hold dear. So I locked him in stone, and every once in awhile, unfreeze him from the statue. Once I did this to just horrifically **** him, but ever since I became involved with Harem Hotel, I can help others test transformations before they have to do them on actual contestants, to see how they'll go."

All the while, Janessa Smith stared at a statue of a man locked in terror. The statue depicted him wearing a robe, and his face looked like that of an old man, or one aged prematurely by stress. Even though the statue was made of white marble, the angel could still tell how much he suffered under this deity.

"To your left, meanwhile, we have a man like your dear Austin," The voice's words drew Janessa to a statue on the other side of her. "Well, he wasn't as narcissitic, instead he just a sociopath who tried to kill the mistress of his season. They weren't sure what to do with him, so I locked him into stone and use him to test the effects of transformations on someone who can't feel guilt."

That was enough to get Janessa Smith to speak up, despite realizing the kind of deity she was dealing with. "Why are you showing me this? Is this what you're going to do to me?"

"No need, turning you back into a fallen angel would be more than enough punishment for the kind of person you are," The voice expressed of open irritation and anger that Janessa hadn't heard before. "I show you this because I want you to understand what I do or do not have patience for. You threw out every single thing you had learned from being an angel in the space of seconds once you became a human man. Part of your transformation is roping in me to ensure that you do not make that mistake again."

It was the kind of lecture that Smith had once given to students who kept misbehaving. Now she was on the receiving end of it because she hadn't accepted her position in Felix's harem, or her position as subservient to the needs of those around her. That brought tears to her eyes, and the angel realized she didn't care if this deity saw her cry. It wasn't like she could hide her thoughts from whoever this entity was anyway.

"It's not all bad," The voice continued, less irritated from the sound of things seeing her suffer. "I decided it was time for us to meet in person. Or at least as close as we can meet when I'm a disembodied, genderless voice."

The last part made Janessa Smith realize that the divine voice she had listened to intentionally swapped, repeatedly, between sounding feminine, masculine, androgynous, or even multiple voices of conflicting nature at the same time. It had no gender, no fixed sex, or if this entity did, it refused to reveal either. Otherwise, the angel felt betrayed, because being here, shortly after the transformation, implied this heaven was connected with Harem Hotel in ways it shouldn't have been. There was no way around this show being a source of evil, so how was someone in charge of angels willing to tolerate it?

"Alright, do you wonder why I am here, on this show?" The voice asked rhetorically. "Maybe one day I'll reveal more, but you should know that entities like me sometimes need a bit of a break from the stresses of divinity. What I can assure you is that I am your god, but I am not the god of Christianity, or any other Abrahamic faith, and you need to take that comparison out of your head, because it isn't serving you well."

Janessa Smith continued to sob while she asked, "Why did you create angels like me then? If you don't care about stuff like justice or-"

"Again, you make the wrong comparison," The voice cut her off, its earlier irritation returning. "I created angels because the world I was in charge of needed them. In this situation, I chose to make myself available because Felix needs you to stop being the person you were, and are. Now go back to your master, and think about how much worse this could've gone..."

Cammy watched as the last contestant that had been transformed, Janessa Smith entered the room. She was in the comfortable chair she was in the last round's transformations, which meant it was comfortable but she was attached to it. Felix at least was in better accommodations, but given last time he was strapped to a weird bed type thing, that wasn't saying much. He was on a couch, with some long chains attached to his arms that let him move on the couch, but wouldn't let him get very far off of it. The combination meant he decided to just lay on it like he was watching TV all the other contestants got back.

It was the arrival of the last contestant that caused Vizrokoth to make an announcement Cammy had been both anticipating, and dreading. After all, she wasn't going to get spared transformations by getting over 100 VP, she was just going to get a better selection of transformations. But what did a better selection mean? It wasn't going to be voted on by the audience, and she suspected it wasn't going to be open to the harem, unlike with Felix.

"It's now time for the TF our first graduated contestant gets," Vizrokoth said while walking over to her in the meeting room. "While Cammy did well, she ultimately only had acceptable performance for her role as an adversary to the non-graduated harem members in this challenge. Hence, her transformation, while beneficial, may not be seen that way by her."

The transformation then flashed onto a hologram that Cammy could see with the others.

• Middle of the Pack: As Felix's girlfriend, and the first contestant to graduate, Harem Hotel wants to ensure that Cammy isn't left behind by the transformations happening to other contestants. Therefore, Cammy's breasts and ass will expand to be the average, or middle of the pack of all contestants in terms of size from here on out. Her breasts and butt will never shrink, and this transformation reinforces a treatment Cammy got from her host preventing her breasts from ever sagging.

What a joy that was going to be. Cammy realized she hadn't exactly done the best testing the harem, but did she really she need to be getting this top heavy, especially given she wasn't exactly the tallest girl around? Before she could think further on that, the demon walked up to her, and drew her into a kiss. She didn't expect such an intimate gesture, but the rest of what followed... well, she had just read what the transformation did with everyone else.

First came her breasts, which exploded out to be slightly bigger than Castelilise's, but smaller than Jamina's. They were massive on her 5'4" frame, and would've torn the bra she was wearing if she hadn't rapidly taken it off beforehand. Then came her hips and ass, which both went up in size to make her bubble butt very noticeable indeed. By the end of the transformation, she was a sex bomb, the kind of character someone drew who only looked like the girl next door from a distance, because up close, her assets screamed otherwise.

"May I ask why I needed all this expansion?" Cammy asked Vizrokoth. "It's not like the audience voted for this after all."

"Your performance wasn't bad, but nothing noticeable," Vizrokoth said while removing her restraints. "Besides, I made it very clear why you're getting this transformation, which was that I didn't want you to fall behind as everyone else expanded."

The explanation was frustrating, but Cammy didn't press the issue. She knew transformations could be much worse than this, and this would help her with Felix. Thinking on that, she went up to where he was still chained up. He didn't dare say anything, which just made her smile and say, "I hope you're happy because I know you very much want this kind of thing to happen. If you weren't so poor, I'd expect you to pay for all the custom made bras I'm going to need for the rest of my life..."