Sent from down below, mother-in-law mother-in-law

Nick found himself a man with no idea what he was supposed to be doing.

After Sylvia set up the plan for what the night would contain, everyone split into two groups. Those who would be planning the wedding (and the bachelorette party) and those who had no interest in the wedding, and planned the bachelor party instead.

With both groups split away from him, for the first time in forever, Nick felt like he was completely alone. Even Holly wasn’t here.

Staying in the Master’s Suite just left him feeling lonely and depressed. He couldn’t believe he once spent so much of his time there.

But the silence was intolerable.

Luckily, there was someone he could count on.

“Welcome to… oh. Uh…”

Kim turned bright red when she saw Nick enter the boutique. But she didn’t move to cover herself. What was even the point? He’d already seen what she had to offer anyway.

Still, it was a bit embarrassing to be alone with him while in her underwear. Trapped behind a counter. Unable to escape. He was free to ogle her as much as he liked!

That brought an interesting feeling to her. Did she… did she want him to watch her? No way, that was crazy!

“…Hey,” Nick said, giving her an awkward wave. He knew that walking into a boutique all by himself when she was half-naked made for a strange atmosphere. But his loneliness was unbearable.

“I, uh… you’re not here to buy lingerie, are you?” Kim asked suspiciously. “…I, I mean, as a present! Not like I thought you’d be wearing it for yourself or anything like that!”

“No, uh, no,” Nick said, shaking his head. His embarrassment grew even more.

An awkward silence fell over the two of them.

Kim cleared her throat.

“…Well. Moving on. What’s up, Nick? If you’re not here to shop, what brings you here?” She flashed him a customer service smile. “Did you come to hear the melodious sound of my voice?”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Come on, you know better than that,” he laughed. “I’d never be so bold.”

“I don’t know, that’s not what I hear,” Kim smirked. “Let’s just say that you and Gina weren’t as quiet as you thought you were, heading back to the Master’s Suite yesterday.”

Nick’s face turned a variety of colors. First white. Then red. Then a strange color that couldn’t be observed on the known spectrum.

“That, uh…”

“Something about ‘sex **** wife’ I believe?” Kim clicked her tongue and shook her head. “I’m ashamed of you, Nick. I had no idea you thought of us that way!”

She was playing with him. With the counter between them it almost felt like old times, back when they flirted in the grocery store.

Yeah, this was the kind of interaction he wanted.

“Would you like something like that?” He teased back. “I mean, you’re certainly dressed the part. And is there really that big of a difference between a corporate wage **** and a sex ****, when you get right down to it?”

Kim giggled. “Fair enough,” she agreed. “But tell you what, give me some of those massages on a regular basis, and I’ll be whatever kind of **** you want.”

“Ooh, is that a promise?” Nick asked, raising his eyebrow. He wasn’t sure if Kim was joking around anymore or not. A week ago he’d have been certain it was a joke, but given the amount of strange things that were happening to the people around him, he couldn’t be sure.

“I’m just kidding,” Kim assured him. “…For now, anyway. Not sure if you pay enough.”

Nick’s jaw dropped in shock. “Are you serious?” He asked, shaking his head. He clicked his tongue in disbelief. “And here I thought Rose was the mercenary one.”

Kim nodded thoughtfully. “Good point… you better start pulling in some good money, if you want to support us both! Something tells me that girl’s a big spender.”

Rose was actually incredibly frugal, not that either of them would know.

“…You never did answer my question, you know,” Kim reminded him. “About why you came here. I’m curious, Nick. Tomorrow’s the big day. Shouldn’t you be relaxing? Not to mention your bachelor party tonight.”

She sighed. “I’d be with Mary right now planning her wedding, but Sylvia said no dice. It doesn’t help that I’m going to have to adjust my schedule around the wedding, too. That’s just ridiculous. Who’s even gonna buy?!”

Nick nodded in agreement. “That does sound rough… but that’s not why I’m here.”

“Then why are you here?” She asked curiously.

“…Boredom, mainly,” he explained. “And a little bit of loneliness, too.”

Kim was surprised. “…Loneliness? You were lonely without us? That’s rather sweet…”

Nick shrugged awkwardly. “Yesterday I passed the time with Gina; and I think you know what we were doing. But, well, right now… I guess I came here because I wanted to spend time with someone else I cared about, you know?”

“Oh, so I’m just your last resort?” Kim puffed up her cheeks in frustration. “That’s annoying. You sure don’t know how to sweettalk. How on earth did you manage to get a harem?”

“I didn’t do it on earth,” Nick pointed out. “It was on an island in a hell dimension.”

“…Nice climate though,” Kim nodded.

The two shared a laugh.

“Well, this was nice,” Nick said. “I’m reinvigorated. Hopefully Mary’s having just as much fun planning her wedding. But I’ll leave you alone.”

Kim grabbed his sleeve.

“You don’t have to!” She said, her cheeks flushing. It had taken a lot of courage to reach out to him like that. “I mean… I don’t mind you staying. My shift’s going to end soon anyway, after all.”

Nick nodded. “Well… okay then.”

While Nick and Kim were chatting and catching up, the other girls in Nick’s harem were busy with their own plans.

Particularly those on the wedding planning committee.

Without Dakota, Carly, and Marley, their numbers had thinned out significantly. That made things a bit more streamlined, and decisions were being made.

“No, Mary, you can’t bake your own wedding cake,” Sylvia said, shaking her head.

“Why not?” Mary pouted.

“Because it takes a lot of time and preparation to bake a wedding cake,” Sylvia pointed out. “Something you know all too well, given the last challenge. Tomorrow is going to be hectic enough as it is. I’ll just have the faeries do it.”

Mary huffed and shook her head.

“Can’t I just use that time room like before?” She whined.

“Good point,” Rose agreed. “Heck, why aren’t we doing all that planning in one of those rooms? That would make this a lot easier.”

“I have to agree,” Dawn nodded. “If you can bend time so liberally, then why not do that to make the wedding preparations that much smoother? We could spend as much time as we liked getting things ready. It’s only logical.”

Sylvia shook her head.

“It doesn’t work that way. You think I can just warp reality and time-space whenever I see fit?” She scowled. “No, I have to file a bunch of forms and reports and all sorts of things. That’s just not how it works. My powers are exceedingly limited when not involved in a challenge.”

Dawn raised her eyebrow and filed that information away for future use.

Sylvia didn’t like the look on her face.

“…Before you get any bright ideas, my power is still considerably greater than anything you puny humans could muster. So if you’re planning on making any bold moves again, just remember what happened last time, okay?”

She patted Dawn on the head, making sure to ruffle her fingers through the girl’s cat ears. Dawn winced, feeling a buildup of pleasure between her legs.

“P-please don’t do that,” she stammered, shying away from Sylvia’s touch. “I wasn’t thinking anything like that, I promise.”

Sylvia smiled. “Well, good then!”

“Can we get back to the planning already?” Holly asked, clearing her throat. “Mary, you still need to pick out a wedding dress!”

“I-I know,” Mary stammered, turning as red as her hair. “It’s hard, okay? The last dress I wore spoke to me, but, well…”

There was a vast selection of wedding dresses, stretching out as far as the eye could see. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much Mary could do about them.

If she tried any on, her transformation would immediately turn it into cowgirl attire. Not exactly the best transformation for a clothing montage.

“It’s a pity we don’t have a fashion expert in the harem yet,” Sylvia sighed, shaking her head. “But in the meantime, I suppose Rose will have to be the model.”

“Me?! Why?” Rose demanded.

“Because your body type is the closest to Mary’s, of course,” Sylvia said bluntly.

Rose looked at the others. Morgana’s curves were massive, even more than Mary’s were, thanks to the extra cushions of flesh. Mary might have had a nice ass to go with her milk-inflated tits, but even that farmgirl bubble butt couldn’t compare to Morgana’s gothicc badonkadonk. And as for Dawn and Holly, well…

…

“Come on, you’ve gotta be kidding…” She muttered, shaking her head.

“It… it’s okay!” Mary said frantically. “We don’t have to! It’s fine! I’ll just pick one out by sight!”

“That’s her way of saying that your boobs aren’t big enough,” Holly coughed.

Rose shot her a scathing look.

“And it’s because those meat sacs are filled with milk, that’s why!” Rose snapped, grabbing Holly by the ponytail and tugging hard. “If we’re talking about actual cup sizes, mine are bigger than hers!”

“I’m not sure if that’s really the case,” Dawn replied, adjusting her glasses. “I have a fairly good eye for human anatomy, you see. And while it’s true that your boobs are perkier than hers, Rose, I would say that, in their base form, Mary’s are slightly larger.”

Rose’s jaw hit the floor.

“Okay, that does it!” She snapped, grabbing the hem of her sweater. “Come on, Mary! We’re settling this right now! Milking time!”

“What?! No way!” Mary exclaimed indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m not going to let you milk me!”

“Why not? Having that much milk in your breasts certainly can’t be comfortable,” Dawn pointed out. “When lactating, pregnant mothers usually feel-”

“I’m not pregnant!” Mary exclaimed.

“Well, not yet, anyway,” Holly muttered under her breath.

Mary swatted at her a few times while the petite sex **** cackled with glee.

“Oh!” Morgana’s eyes widened. She’d finally figured it out. “So that’s it! You don’t want to be milked, because you want your boobs to be as big as possible for Nick, so that he’ll love having sex with you even more!”

Mary stared at her in shock. Her eyes bulged out of her head.

“WHAT?!”

“Oh, yeah, that actually makes sense,” Dawn said, her sharp brain analyzing that possibility. “If we consider how much your boobs inflate each day, then by tomorrow night-”

“NO, enough, STOP IT!” Mary’s face was as red as could be. She flailed around in frustration. “Don’t talk about my boobs anymore!”

Sylvia just sat back with a smirk on her face, greatly enjoying the chaos playing out before her eyes. Just the sort of thing she wanted as a host of Harem Hotel.

“Well, listen,” she said, walking over to Mary and patting her on the shoulder. “We don’t HAVE to talk about your boobs, you know. And if Rose is feeling inferior to your chest size, she doesn’t have to model your wedding dresses.”

“Hey! My boobs are in no way inferior!” Rose snapped. “Do you think getting this supple perkiness is possible for a normal set of boobs this size? I have to carefully watch my diet to make sure I-”

“Yeah, nobody cares. Heck, the next transformation might turn ‘em into a set of bimbo bolt-ons,” Sylvia scoffed, waving her hand dismissively.

“Errghk…” Rose winced, and scowled at her. “Are you serious?”

Sylvia just replied with a cold smile. Then her face brightened, as if she was an entirely different person. She turned to Mary.

“Now then! Shall we talk?”

Mary blinked. “…Talk?”

“You want to pick out a wedding dress, isn’t that right? Well… unfortunately, thanks to your transformation, you won’t be able to put one on… what a conundrum.”

“That’s already been settled though,” Dawn said. “Dakota is going to use her Cut/Paste transformation to take that one from Mary and give it to somebody else.”

Everyone was silent at that. Nobody knew for sure just who would be the one to receive the transformation, but they didn’t want it to be them. Everyone else would be wearing beautiful dresses, and they would be the one dressed like a farm hand? No thanks.

“Well, it won’t be me,” Holly boasted. “I’m not part of the harem anymore, remember? So Dakota’s transformation won’t work on me.”

“Indeed, that’s true,” Sylvia nodded. “Besides, the audience reacted very positively to Rose taking Mary’s transformation before, maybe a repeat performance?”

“That’s right! That would be great!” Holly giggled. “Rose would look just great as a farmgirl again, let’s go with that!”

“You slutty little pixie, shut your mouth!” Rose snapped, digging her knuckles into both sides of the other girl’s head. “Not on your lascivious life!”

“…Well, we can discuss that later,” Sylvia scoffed. “In the meantime, Mary, I think some terms can be negotiated here.”

Mary eyed Sylvia suspiciously. She was wary of making deals, especially deals with people she didn’t trust.

And out of everyone Mary didn’t trust, she didn’t trust Sylvia the most.

“…What kind of terms?” She asked.

“The terms are simple,” Sylvia said. “Now, I don’t usually make deals like this, but I can suspend your transformation for a little while.”

“Wait, what?!” Mary’s eyes widened. That changed everything.

“Let’s say… two hours,” Sylvia said, holding up two fingers. “Does that sound fair, my girl?”

“You can just… suspend a transformation?” Dawn asked, surprised.

Sylvia stared at her with an incredulous look. “…Yeah. Did you really think I couldn’t? Of course I can.” She twirled her cane.

“And what would I have to do for that?” Mary asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Well… I have a few people that I would like to invite… but it’s not really my place to extend those invitations. Weddings are a private affair, after all. I would need permission.”

“So you’ll suspend my transformation, in exchange for me giving you the okay to invite some shady people to my wedding?” Mary was seriously considering the offer.

“Of course!” Sylvia chirped. “It would be great! Doesn’t it sound perfect? You get two hours today to try on as many wedding dresses as you like! Sounds like a bargain if you ask me!”

Mary considered it seriously.

“Well…”

“Think about this,” Dawn said. “You have no idea what sort of freaks and monsters she might invite!”

“She also said something about Nick’s mom before,” Holly reminded her. “He said he didn’t want to ask her to come, but with your okay, she might be there anyway.”

“That could be troubling,” Morgana said, frowning. “After all, his mom is a pretty high-class woman. She’s a noble, who works as a teacher in a women’s finishing school in the EU. She even lives in a castle. Talk about a great pedigree!”

Everyone stared at her in shock. How did Morgana of all people know about that?

“Wait, so Nick is of royal blood?” Rose asked, shocked. “I didn’t know he was part British. He doesn’t have an accent or anything like that.”

“That does explain things, though,” Dawn said. “I remember seeing his mom a few times, when we were in school together. She’s beautiful and young, so I thought there was no way… but she did have a British accent.”

Dawn could picture Amelia as clear as day. She hadn’t thought of her before, but she knew exactly who they were talking about.

“Technically, she’s his step-mother,” Morgana corrected. “She married his father when he was only 9 years old. She was 19 at the time.”

“S-so young… I had no idea Nick had a step-mother that young… he never talked about his family…” Holly was shocked that there was something she didn’t know about him.

“Yeah, that adds up,” Dawn nodded. “No wonder she was so young.”

“But how do YOU know all this?” Rose asked, turning to Morgana. “That’s the kind of stuff I would have expected to hear from Dakota, not from you.”

Morgana gave her a blank look.

“I’m the one who wrote his Wikipedia page,” she said simply. “I had to do all that research myself. He’s my favorite author, after all.”

Holly approached Morgana and placed her hand on the other girl’s shoulder. She lowered her head in a sign of respect.

“I am in awe of your stalking capabilities. You are indeed far superior.”

Morgana didn’t know if she should be proud of that or not. But being praised certainly felt good. She couldn’t help but smile.

“Um... thank you, I guess?” She said, shrugging. “But wow, Nick’s step-mom sounds like a really harsh lady, though. Apparently, she’s a real battle-axe who whips her students into line. I can understand why Nick might not want to bring her to a place like this. She might rebuke him quite a lot.”

Morgana was coloring her words with her own experiences a little, but just a little. She knew how difficult it could be in Nick’s position, to have a stern, disapproving mother.

It was effective, though.

An awkward silence fell over the room. They were all thinking

“So Mary, that’s something, huh…” Rose turned to the bride-to-be with a wary look on her face. “You sure you’re prepared for that? Having a mother-in-law like her?”

Mary swallowed her doubts and held her head up high. “Yeah, I’m prepared,” she assured the other women. “She might be strict… but that’s fine! I’m going to work hard, and live up to her expectations! I’ll do my best!”

Rose shied away from Mary’s penetrating pure aura. Even Sylvia found herself daunted by the amount of faith Mary had in herself.

“Besides… she’s someone important to Nick,” Mary continued. “I’m sure she’s a lovely lady deep down, right?”

Sylvia just smirked.

“So… what is your answer, my girl? Do we have a bargain? In exchange for inviting anyone I like to the wedding, I’ll give you a stay on your transformation for the next two hours, so we can find the perfect wedding dress for you! …Heck, I’ll even let you do some of the food preparation yourself, like the wedding cake! I’m sure I can swing it with the producers!”

She held out her hand.

“…Do we have a deal?”