I'm gonna stop letting you slow me down, and start living the here and now

Amelia did not want to be doing this. The act itself was incredibly vulgar, after all. Unbecoming of someone like her. Especially considering that her stepson was no-doubt watching as she stepped forward and placed her hand on the large, marble shaft.

Was her mind playing tricks on her, or did she just feel it throb in her hand?

Rose sensed the older woman’s apprehension. “Amelia, if you don’t want to do this, you know, I could still…”

“That will not be necessary,” Amelia sharply cut her off. She turned and looked at the other woman with frosty eyes. “I will do it.”

Part of Amelia wanted to take Rose up on her offer. But not the part that she was listening to right now.

After all, she was the adult here. They were both adults, of course, but she was more than ten years Rose’s senior. To stand back and let the other girl take the lead and solve this “obstacle” for them… while she did nothing…

It would tarnish her pride. So even though Amelia burned with shame laying her hand on the phallus, she did so with scarcely a modicum of hesitation, and… started to stroke.

…Why did it have to be warm?

Clenching her teeth and focusing on the task at hand, Amelia continued, jerking her hand up and down the shaft at increasing speed. She was worried that she might get sore, but whatever material this faux-penis was made out of, it actually rested quite comfortably against her palm.

This isn’t at all like… that, Amelia tried to tell herself. For one thing, this shaft has a greater circumference than my waist.

Instead of thinking about it as a cock (and certainly not a replica of her stepson’s cock) Amelia imagined it was something else. Or tried to, anyway.

It was sort of hard to imagine herself going through these motions with anything other than a penis, which made that a difficult task.

Still, she kept her eyes closed, and tried to imagine she was anywhere besides where she actually was. And she struggled to keep images of her stepson out of her mind.

Stop thinking about it. You wouldn’t under normal circumstances. This is your transformation acting up. That is all. Developmental Concerns. That is the name of it. This doesn’t even resemble Nicholas’s penis in the slightest, it is no more than a comical, oversized decoration.

Of course, once she made that comparison in her mind…

How large is his cock now, I wonder? Popped unbidden into her head.

It was such a disturbing thought that she actually recoiled, her eyes snapping open as she yanked her hand away from the phallus. She mentally cursed in frustration, knowing that she still had a job to do, when…

A rumbling noise came from the mounted penis in front of her. Amelia only had a second to realize what was about to happen when the waist-high pillar started to shake, and erupted with a blast of white goo like a fountain.

“Oooohhhh!” Amelia’s mouth formed an “O” shape as she let out a groan of despair, all she could do before she was swallowed by a wave of what she hoped very much was just an imitation of her stepson’s semen and not the real thing.

Rose gasped in shock, her eyes bulging as she saw Amelia get bathed in white. She had known in the back of her mind that this was likely going to be the result of Amelia’s little stroke off, but she had kept her mouth shut, knowing that it was unlikely Amelia would fail to realize it herself, and not wanting to bring attention to it.

Evidently, she had overestimated the teacher’s perceptiveness.

The rumbling only lasted for a couple seconds, before the penis ceased spraying its payload. At the same time, a red light went off over their heads.

“SATISFACTION CONFIRMED. THANK YOU!” A mechanical voice buzzed, and the room began to rumble.

Amelia tensed, preparing for a second wave. She barely had enough time to take stock of her condition. She looked down at herself, skimpy clothes utterly drenched through in white. It was in her hair. Covering her glasses. She could feel the sticky muck sliding down between her breasts, and she was pretty sure she even had some on her lips. She made sure to keep those nice and tightly shut.

Reaching a deft finger up, she scraped as much of the spunk off her glasses as she could. She was **** enough to forgo decorum and clean it off with her shirt, but, well… there wasn’t a speck of clothing on her that wasn’t utterly inundated with (hopefully) artificial semen.

She could even feel it in her socks. She squished the gunk between her toes and shivered in disgust.

Thankfully, Rose helped her wipe her face clean, using the neckerchief from her sailor suit. Then both blondes turned and looked at the source of the rumbling, and saw that the far wall had come tumbling down, revealing a door.

“Is that the exit?” Amelia asked, scarcely able to contain her rage.

“…Yeah, think so,” Rose nodded. She looked tensely at the older woman. “You want to-?”

“Yes.” Amelia was more terse than usual, storming towards the door and ignoring the squishy “SCLORTCH!” sounds her feet were making with every step.

She passed through the door, which made a beep as she did so. Rose followed after her…

“Hey! What the hell?!”

Amelia turned to see Rose pounding against a barrier, frustration covering her face.

“Let me through!” The Frenchwoman shouted. “What’s going on here?!”

The mechanical voice rumbled, “ONLY THOSE COVERED IN SEMEN MAY PASS.”

Rose’s jaw dropped. “You’ve gotta be kidding me! So you mean I gotta-!? …Fine then! Fuck! Amelia, wait up, I need to go do that too!”

Frustrated, she stormed over to the semen-covered phallus and got to work. Amelia would have been happy (well, not happy, but willing) to watch her go through the same process, however…

The corridor began to rumble. Rose’s head jerked up and she whirled around, and their eyes met for a fraction of a second before the maze reoriented itself, separating the two of them.

“Oh, come ON!” Rose groaned.

“Here we are!” Lynette chirped, a gleeful smile on her face. Not because she was happy, but because she was a doll who couldn’t change her expressions. But she sure sounded gleeful about where they were. “The room of judgment!”

“That’s an… ominous name,” Vivian said, looking around the empty room. “How exactly does this work? There’s no door here.”

“Yeah…” Morgana frowned. The only thing in the room were two long rugs laid next to each other in the middle. The walls were all solid brick.

“If you’re screwing around with us…” Dani’s eye twitched in irritation.

“Shishishishi! Not at all!” Lynette cackled. “It’s very simple! It’s… an obstacle. An offering, if you will! You see those two rugs? I’d point to them, but, well, my arms don’t work.”

“What about them?” Sylvia asked, stepping forward. Without hesitation, she walked onto one of them, and the rug began to glow a bright blue.

“Whoa!” Vivian’s eyes widened with surprise.

“Sylvia! Wow!” Morgana gasped. “The rug’s glowing!?”

“Shishishishi! It looks like you’re the lucky one, then,” Lynette giggled. “You found the right rug on the first try! I didn’t even have to tell you which one!”

“Right rug? What does that mean?” Dani asked.

“The way this room works is that it only works with an even number of contestants,” Lynette explained. “You have to balance the scales! One half of the group picks a rug, then the other half gets on the other one. If you’re on the rug, that glows blue, then the door through the maze opens up and you can move on through!”

“What if you’re on the not-blue one?” Morgana gulped.

“Uh… you fall to another part of the maze. Shishishishi!” Lynette cackled.

Vivian’s eyes widened. “Wait, you mean we’re getting split up?!” Her eyes shot to Dani frantically. “But that’s-!”

“That can’t be the only thing to it,” Dani said, shaking her head. “So what, we’ve gotta choose who’s going where, then? Some of us get to keep going, and the others are sent back!? No way!”

“I’ll trade places!” Sylvia volunteered, moving to get off the rug. “Hey, wait… it won’t let me off!” When she tried to cross the threshold, she found her body stopped by an invisible barrier. “What the heck?!”

“Once you’ve chosen a rug, you’re stuck with it,” Lynette explained from her bag. “We’re going to the next room. As for you three… well, you have to balance the scales out.”

Vivian frowned. “You said that before, too… balance. What do you mean?”

“It means that you can’t just pick anyone,” Lynette said. “The girls on the two rugs must be… roughly the same weight. Otherwise, nothing will happen. Good thing I mentioned that before anyone else got on! Shishishishi.”

Dani’s eye twitched. It was clear that this shitty little doll was loving this, and she couldn’t stand it.

“That’s not fair…” Morgana sighed. “We were so close to the end! Now some of us are going to have to go back…?”

“Well, it sucks, but that’s the nature of the challenge I guess,” Vivian sighed in resignation, scratching her head. “In that case, the first thing we need to do is we need to figure out who out of us three is definitely staying behind. If we have to balance out the weight, then whoever is closest to Sylvia’s weight needs to go on the other rug and get sent back. It’s the only way to do this, unfortunately…”

Vivian didn’t like it any better than Dani and Morgana did.

She looked at Dani and her curvy figure. Then she looked at Morgana, and her curvy figure. Then she looked at Sylvia’s svelte frame, and then she looked down at herself.

A sigh passed her lips.

“Alas,” she crooned, placing her hand over her breast. “‘Tis a shame, but a model such as myself, cursed with such petite proportions, finds herself with no other choice…”

“Vivian, no!” Morgana wailed.

“Save it, she’s loving this,” Dani said, rolling her eyes in amusement.

“I’m so sorry, my friends,” Vivian said, wiping a fake tear from her eye. “But with my carefully-curated physique, I am the natural choice to stay behind… But please, don’t shed any tears over me. I make this sacrifice for the sake of my dear friends… and the hope that you’ll manage to win this challenge. Good luck, my darlings!”

She was really hamming it up. And Dani appreciated it. Obviously, Vivian had figured out a while ago that she’d have to stay behind. So all this melodrama was to make it look like she was happy to do so.

Blowing kisses to the invisible audience of adoring fans she imagined she had, the heiress stepped onto the other rug, which lit up red.

“…I guess that means I’ll join you, then,” Dani said, walking over to Vivian.

Morgana whirled around in shock. “Wait, what!?”

Dani paused and looked back at her. “What? If Vivian’s going to stay behind, I might as well stay back with her,” she said. “You and I are both pretty curvy, Morgana, one of us is staying behind too. Might as well be me.”

“Aw, Dani!” Vivian clasped her hands together, touched that her friend would stay with her but also sad that she was handicapping herself.

“Dani… Vivian…” Sylvia felt the worst out of everyone here. If only she’d had better impulse control and hadn’t just walked onto the rug without thinking…

“No! I’m staying behind!” Morgana exclaimed, grabbing a surprised Dani by the wrist.

“Huh!?” The blue-haired girl looked at the goth, shocked. “Morgana!? But-”

“I have more Victory Points than you do,” Morgana reminded her. “A lot more. I have the most out of everyone in this room! If anybody can afford to place lower in this challenge, then… it’s me. So let me stay behind, Dani… please?”

She looked up at the tomboy with those big, watery red eyes of hers.

“You need all the Victory Points you can get…”

“That’s true,” Sylvia said from her spot on the rug. “Morgana’s right at the 100 VP threshold, which means she’s pretty much reached the safety zone. If anyone doesn’t need to win this, it’s her.”

Morgana nodded adamantly. The look on her face was one that refused to take “no” for an answer.

Dani chewed on her lip in frustration. She didn’t like the fact that her friends were going to be the ones staying behind, and she definitely didn’t like getting ahead at their expense. But she also felt like a jerk if she refused Morgana’s offer…

“Fine,” Dani relented, dropping her head in resignation. She gave Morgana a grateful smile, even if it was a little wounded. “You’re more stubborn than I expected, Morgana.”

“I’m getting better,” Morgana replied with a cheesy grin. She walked around Dani and joined Vivian on the red rug, and Dani, begrudgingly, went over to Sylvia’s spot on the blue one.

Once all for girls were in place, the rugs began to glow even brighter.

Then…

“Aaaaaahhh!”

“WAAAAAAAA!”

The rug Vivian and Morgana were standing on disappeared. There was an empty pit beneath it. Dani and Sylvia watched the two girls blink in surprise, like a cartoon, look down, and plunge into the darkness.

“They… they’re going to be alright, right?” She asked worriedly as the barrier around the blue rug disappeared. She scooted over to the edge, not even paying attention to the wall parting behind them to reveal the exit.

“Shishishishi, don’t worry, they should be fine,” Lynette assured her. “…Probably.”

Carly froze in place, her head snapping up. Her eyes widened. “Two scents are coming this way,” she exclaimed, turning to look at the other girls. “Heads up! They’re coming in FAST!”

Marley, Holly, and a slightly orgasm-dazed Gina all looked around, wondering which side of the hallway these new scents would be coming down.

Nobody expected from above.

“Aaaah!”

“Whoaaaahhh!”

Vivian and Morgana came tumbling out of a hole in the ceiling, landing right on top of Marley and Holly. Marley’s luscious curves did an excellent job of cushioning Vivian’s fall, and the heiress was greeted by the feeling of nice, warm breasts in her face as she collided with the well-proportioned scholar.

Holly did a much worse job.

“…Ooooowww…”

Never in her life did Holly imagine that she’d be displeased by the sensation of boobs pressing into her face. Let alone luscious goth boobs like the pair struggling to break free of Morgana’s robes.

But when those boobs were coupled with aching bones and the pressure on her stomach of a shut-in who despised exercise, well, the weight sure wasn’t making it easy.

“Are… are you two okay?” Gina asked, helping Morgana off her petite, pancaked friend while Carly did the same with Vivian.

“What happened?” The cosplayer asked.

“Long story,” Vivian said, looking a little dazed. She took a second to get her bearings, and squinted. “…Wait, Carly?” The white-haired woman looked nothing like the Carly she knew (breasts notwithstanding) but Marley’s presence and process of elimination…

“Yup, it’s me,” Carly nodded, wolf ears twitching. “And you’re Lara Croft, I’m guessing?” She giggled.

Vivian stared blankly at the other girl.

Carly sighed. “…Never mind.”

Vivian surveyed the corridor. She had no idea how far they’d been sent back, but they couldn’t waste any time! “Come on, we’ll explain on the way!” She said. “Right now, we need to get to the end of the maze! Dani and Sylvia are ahead of us, big time!”

Just because Morgana was happy to get a lower score didn’t mean she had to be. And just because Vivian had made the sacrifice play for her friends herself, that didn’t mean she was suddenly going to throw in the towel.

“Come on!” There was a fire in her eyes. “Let’s get a move on!”

Carly grinned. “Now you’re speaking my language!” She giggled.

The group of now six girls rushed down the corridor once they’d gotten their bearings.

Mr. S stroked his chin thoughtfully and looked to Nick. “Well? Almost done now,” he mused. “I wonder, who’s going to make it to the exit first?”

The challenge had almost run its course. Nick had a map of his own (one that he didn’t need to orgasm to see, thankfully) so he had a good idea of how close the girls were to the end of the labyrinth.

“Believe in everybody,” Mary said, giving him an encouraging look. “They’re trying their best!”

He nodded. “Yeah, I know… but with how much work everyone’s put in… I don’t want anybody to lose, you know?”

But that wasn’t how challenges worked.

“Don’t worry, everyone will be getting a little something,” Mr. S assured him with an unreadable smile. “No one is in danger of NOT getting out of the maze. That much I can say. Your girls should all be here shortly.”

“You’re serious?” Nick knew better than to trust this man at his word, not after all the nonsense he’d already pulled, interfering in Dakota’s challenge and then sending her away on a “vacation” of ominous origins. “You’re not going to give them some final puzzle or challenge or obstacle that’s going to make this all much more difficult for them?”

Mr. S held up his hands and shook his head. “My, certainly not. Dakota is the one who loves her dramatic conclusions and high stakes, me… I’m a simple sort. I appreciate a good, clean challenge with the girls all trying their best. Believe me, young man, I’m just as eager to see this challenge concluded as you are. And I’m sure the audience would agree with me.”

Nick still felt uncertain. He narrowed his eyes.

“Before she… left… Dakota said that the audience was voting on things that even affected the thoughts of the girls,” he pointed out. “That’s why Dawn used all three of her transformations at once, because the audience wanted her to.”

Mr. S blinked. “Your point?”

“So you’re not going to have the audience vote on who should win this challenge, are you?” Nick asked. That seemed like something he would do.

Mr. S waved his hand. And spoil all their hard work? No, trust me, the audience’s votes only gave some girls a little more luck than others, that’s all. Like your hotheaded princess getting a transformation to let her walk through walls, or your stepmother getting a ticket to the next room while the starlet had to stay behind and do her part. That’s all. When it comes to reaching the end of the maze, believe me, that… is all on them.”

The producer laughed. Not a laugh that reassured Nick in the slightest. No, he still felt a chill down his spine, and it was only getting worse. And not even Mary’s comforting hand on his helped soothe his concerns.