Sunrise and Surprises

Mona

Mona wakes up in a very different environment than she expected: it looks like a small bank vault. The floor she finds her bare feet resting on is cool. The walls and roof look like bare concrete; shelves line the walls, filled with coin. No windows. There is but one door, and what a door it is! It’s something straight out of a bank heist movie.

Mona also wakes up in a very different state than she expected. She’s naked; she doesn’t remember much after letting Andromeda go to town with her crazy sexy tongue, but she remembered still having her T-shirt on. And a bra. She’s also tied to a copy of her throne. Her arms lashed to the armrests, legs spread and tied to a couple of columns on the edge of the fancy chair. The ropes holding her torso to the back of the throne is tight enough to compress her tummy and push her breasts up; since she has to breathe with her chest, her boobies jiggle slightly.

“The fuck!” Mona shouts.

“Morning, Mistress. Welcome to Challenge Day,” Ophie greets, squatting on her haunches beside her.

“Morning, Ophie. The fuck?”

“You’re the challenge objective. Breakfast salad or overnight oats first?”

“Can I just have extra overnight oats, you know, to make up for the whole ‘I’m naked and tied to a chair in a strange place’ thing?”

“Just a sec.” Ophelia steps away and touches her ear. When she returns, she smiles, “Congrats! The Queen decided you did well enough on your diet and exercise plan this week that this is going to be somewhat of a cheat day! So, we’ll get you some extra overnight oats. Open wide!”

The Sumiku replica mug at the ready, Ophelia scoops some oats on a spoon. “The dragon is gliding in for a landing!” Mona opens up and lets Ophie jokingly feed her. It doesn’t taste salty like the Kevin milk version, but it’s still really good. She smiles.

“So, what happens if I need to pee?”

Gaia

Gaia expected to wake up in bed, not in a Mona throne room cuddle puddle with Andromeda and Tegan. She doesn’t mind the cuddle puddle. Andromeda’s boobs are just as nice as Tessa’s, as far as being a nice pillow.

“Gaia, get off me,” the arcanist android requests. “Also, where are we?”

Gaia rolls off the gamer girl and gets to check out her form for today. Ears that kind of look like Tegan, a meaty looking tail and a pouch on her belly? I rolled Kangaroo today! Fun! Gaia starts bouncing around.

Tegan grouses, “Why are you so chipper?” as she snuggles into Andromeda’s breast, before being caught. She abruptly stands up, snarling, “I was NOT enjoying Andromeda’s... breasts.”

The gamer girl nods and sits up, replying, “Thank you. Why am I here? Shouldn’t I be in Mona’s bed?”

Andromeda: +4 XP (Full Frontal Nudity [Kevin])

Confetti cannons go off as a banner unfurls: “Welcome to Challenge Day!”

Caoimhe and Tessa are already up. The former is in that one outfit she bought. The later is in a super sexy outfit, which is apparently her adventuring gear. I can see her boobies!

Tessa: +8 XP (Full Frontal Nudity [Kevin, Tegan])

The nice blasphemer Skye is here, wheeling in a breakfast buffet. The shopkeeper parrot-girl Airika is here, too. Skye greets, “Hi, everyone. Sorry for the change in format. Challenge days are always busy, so we wanted to make sure nobody was left behind. Breakfast is here. Get your gear from Airika. Oh, and if you haven’t got nudity points from everyone here, you might as well change in front of the others, unless, of course, you want to give up the indecency of clothes.”

Gaia shrugs and pulls her sleepware into her inventory. Then she returns to bouncing on her heels. She feels like bouncing. She sees Tegan take a longer look than a straight girl would give her.

Gaia: +3 XP (Full Frontal Nudity [Tegan, who already saw her crotch])

Gaia: +4 XP (Full Frontal Nudity [Kevin])

Tegan sneaks behind Mona’s throne, then comes out in her tracksuit, with a quiver strapped to her thigh and an unstrung bow in her hand.

Caoimhe is a little bashful, but she strips out of her outfit, then equips her chastity belt before switching over to Kevin.

Kevin: +3 XP (Full Frontal Nudity [Tegan, who already saw her boobs])

Kevin: +12 XP (Full Frontal Nudity [Andromeda, Gaia, Tessa])

Kevin grabs his armor, a big sword and a shield. He starts to put his gear on, then prepares spells. Andromeda grabs a wand, then starts to prepare her spells. Oh, I should do that, too!

“One whip, please!”

The belly pouch can hold the whip, as well as the spring of mistletoe Airika hands her for some reason. She can prepare all but one spell today; the eco-terrorist thinks about which one won’t be helpful. Since she can basically talk to animals already, not preparing that spell is an easy choice.

Everyone sits down for breakfast and starts to handle the last-minute plans. Gaia feels good about their chances. Time for us to win the challenge!

Craig

Craig wakes up with a massive headache. He finds that he is lying in what appears to be a hospital bed, both arms manacled to the bars in the headboard. He snarls and struggles. That lets him feel that he is both strapped down and manacled at his feet to the footboard. He growls, “Let me out of here, now!”

“I think not, Craig.”

The blue fuckin’ dyke! Of course she did something, didn’t she?

Craig strains to be polite. He might have succeeded, “Ma’am, if you will please unshackle me, I have an appointment with the Dungeon Mermaid that I can’t miss.”

The dyke chuckles, “Oh, that is an agenda item on this impromptu meeting, but not the first. You remember what happened last night?”

“I got enough XP to survive by killing a bunch of rat perverts?”

“Before we get to the results, any odd desires? You know, craving for cheese, urge to masturbate continuously, especially to fetish fuel most people find disgusting, like scat?”

The fuck? “No. Why?”

“The ratfink condition is both highly contagious and addictive. Also, it sometimes takes a bit for symptoms to manifest.”

Craig is pissed, even more so than he already was. He snaps, “You fucking bitch! You let me go fight those things, knowing they could have infected me with their fucking gross ratness? Fuck you! Now unlock me so I can get my levels and go qualify for the stupid fucking challenge in a couple of hours, you stuck-up worthless whore!”

He hears the notification ding and yowls in frustration. Even if he can’t check his phone, he knows what happened.

Craig: -1 XP (Stop it with the Slurs Already!)

“And, with that, you just officially disqualified yourself from the challenge even with this little gift.”

The blue dyke sets a little vial on the bedside end table. Craig sees the gold foil envelope. Probably fucking poison.

“Someone decided to bail you out. So, you got a choice. Either you drink that and be grateful somebody thought you were worth the mild inconvenience of saving you from yourself OR you can fume there and be eliminated when the challenge concludes. Choice is yours.”

The hand manacle nearest to the end table unlatches, and Craig thinks really, really hard about flipping the blue dyke off. Instead he opens the envelope awkwardly. There, in the same handwriting as that one dyke that wished he’d fail next round, is merely “Good luck.”

He downs the potion, flipping off the empty air. I’ll fucking get past this, then I’ll show all these bitches how much I “appreciate” them.

Craig: +5 XP (XP Potion)

Tegan

They are all standing in an atrium, waiting to be called forth. Tegan tries her best to keep her eyes focused on the doors, not at all of the ridiculous exposed cow-tits. Everyone but her is perversely dressed, their torsos completely naked, their asses and crotches bare. Kevin clanks as he shifts his weight; he at least has the decency to wear that perverted chastity belt thing. Tessa is in the same scandalous armor as yesterday. Andromeda is wearing nothing but some thigh-high socks and sneakers. Gaia is bouncing on her heels, completely naked, playing with her whip. At least Gaia’s breasts are of a respectable size.

Tegan is in her tracksuit, hip quiver, filled with broadhead tipped arrows, strapped to her thigh and unstrung bow held in her arm. Her arm guard is in position on her left forearm. Fingerguard and bowstrings sit in her pocket. Someone has to be dressed appropriately.

The blue freak calls out as the doors open, “Now, entering the throne room, is our intrepid band of heroes!”

The roar of the crowd nearly knocks Tegan off her feet. She flattens her ears to try and cut back on the **** of the cheers threatening to overwhelm her.

The party walks along the runner before the blue freak’s throne. There she sits, with that Scarlet girl in her lap, laying kisses along her obsidian-speckled skin, watching them approach. A bench sits near the throne, facing the runner. Tegan moves towards it, only for the cow-tittied bunny bimbo to appear and direct her to stay with the others. The sight of a particular man in the crowd with a sign reading “#Udders4Tegan” held high does a better job at turning her back. Gross pervert.

“Welcome, contestants, to your morning meeting before the first challenge!”

The crowd roars with excitement. The Host waits until they calm down. Then continues, “We have some things to handle before we set you off, so...”

The cow-tittied Andromeda interrupts, hand raised, “Where’s Mona?”

“Safely watching the proceedings. Generally, the Mistress has the role of observer, not participant, in the challenges. Any other interjections?”

“Where’s Craig?”

“In time out. He did not qualify. Shall I get to the leaderboard?”

The blue freak pauses, waiting for someone (likely Andromeda) to respond. Seeing none, she nods to the bunny bimbo and the illusionary screen appears with the current standings:

Mistress Mona currently has 595 BP! Good job!

• Gaia Level 3 71 XP +14 BP
• Kevin Level 3 71 XP +5 BP
• Tessa Level 3 49 XP +5 BP
• Andromeda Level 3 46 XP +135 BP
• Tegan Level 3 27 XP +105 BP
• Craig Level 1 12 XP +20 BP

Something feels a little off about my XP score, but I can’t tell what...

The blue freak starts to comment, “As you can see, Craig just missed qualifying for the challenge. So, assuming the party succeeds, he will be given a selection of punishment transformations for the audience to pick from when the vote occurs. If the party fails and needs to be bailed out by my lovely oread bride, well, Craig will be eliminated. Everyone else should be safe.”

You mean there are worse transformations than the ones we got initially? I hate this...

“Next on the agenda, the audience have finally started to buy some gifts. I have a few to deliver. First, Andromeda. Approach the throne.”

The cow-tittied robot got a gift? Why? Andromeda approaches. The Scarlet freak gets out of the Host’s lap; the blue freak herself stands.

“Aurelia felt like you needed to better resemble one of the cards in your deck. Enjoy.”

The blue freak waves her hand and Andromeda opens her mouth. Pinching on the tip of the arcanist android’s tongue with thumb and forefinger, she gently pulls until the wet silicone former muscle reaches her knees. The whole tongue glows blue and dark purple for a few moments, then fades. Andromeda looks confused.

The display updates to reflect what just happened:

Fear the Frog - +1 Dex. Andromeda gains a dexterous elongated retractable tongue. In addition, she can do the following as a bonus action:

• Andromeda can remove 1 or more Levels of spells from her prepared spell list. She gains +1d6 damage to all attacks and 1d6 temporary hit points for the next minute for each Level removed.
• Andromeda can remove 3 Levels of spells from her prepared spell list. She gains a fly speed equal to its walking speed for the next minute.

Once Andromeda reads the description, she realizes what just happened. She retracts her tongue, then calmly notes, “Thank you, Aurelia. I am sure Mona will be overjoyed with me having a more tentacle-like tongue and I can see the practical applications of the rest.”

“Our other gift for this meeting is for Tegan. Come on up.”

Someone brought me something? I hope it isn’t as perverted as what she just got...

When Tegan hits the appropriate spot, the blue freak suggests, “You may want to take off your top for this. And the three bras you are wearing.”

Tegan is indignant, “I will certainly not! I am not some degenerate!”

The blue freak sighs, “Very well. Shar wants you to know that she has gifted you this in Susan’s name.”

Who’s Susan? Then the blue freak touches Tegan’s sternum. A sudden tightness strikes her in her chest. She looks down and wants to scream, but she’s having difficulty breathing right now. Her respectable breasts are... larger, and growing. They are rapidly becoming disgusting cow-tits. The zipper on her tracksuit is straining. Going to pass out...

Suddenly, she can breathe again. She looks down. Her top is gone and she has mostly filled in her bras. Yet they continue to grow. The pressure is increasing on her developing giant cow-tits.

“Please... make it stop!”

“Almost there. You really should take off those bras.”

Tegan is in tears, but she shunts the bras into her inventory. The embarrassment nearly kills her as she tries to cover them with her arms. The blonde bimbo summons the words describing her newest curse:

Vulpine Accentuating Spell Tanks - +1 Charisma. Tegan is granted an additional SP for every tail she has. In addition, Tegan now stores her SP in her chest; she’s permanently given a couple of cups boost so she has something to store SP into. Her cup size increases by her current SP divided by her tier level (currently: 4 cups at max SP). Every SP spent reduces her cup size by an appropriate amount, until she reaches her base cup size (currently: C cup). If she does not spend the SP granted by this feat by the end of a long rest, her base cup size increases by the total SP left unspent divided by her tier level, to a maximum of one cup size below the Mistress (Mona's current size: F cup).

Tegan looks down at her gargantuan cow-tits in anger and disgust. “I don’t know who you are, Shar and Susan, but you just made the list. I swear to you that I will get my **** for this disgusting act!”

The blue freak dared to point out, “Free SP isn’t a bad thing, Tegan. All you have to do to shrink down to something reasonable is to use your magic.”

Tegan snarls at the Host, “Oh, you mean that I need to just run around exposing these stupidly huge things like a pervert so I can get my breasts temporarily back to a respectable size? Such a lovely gift! I’ll be sure to find an appropriate present in return. Perhaps something like an arrow in her eye?”

“Please don’t threaten the audience, Tegan.”

“If the audience didn’t want to be threatened, they shouldn’t curse people with their perversions.”

The blue freak rolls her eyes as she sarcastically notes. “Thank you for sharing, now, the challenge. Your party shall sally forth to the basement level of the Hotel. There, you will find a fun little simulation. Unlike in the training areas, damage will be real but, if you cannot continue, you will be teleported to a recovery room where your wounds will be healed and snacks will be had. Don’t worry, Daphne did not pick all of the snacks. Secure the objective and escape. Simple enough, right?”

The cow-tittied android already has her hand up. “What’s the objective?”

“Part of the quest is to figure it out.”

The fiancée stealer Kevin interrupts, too, “There is a basement level to the Hotel? How do we get there?”

Scarlet shrugs and starts to saunter out of the throne room. “Follow me. I’ll show you.”

The others start to follow. Tegan has a jog, hating every second of how her breasts bounce off rhythm to her steps. How do people tolerate this terrible curse?

Tegan: +4 XP (Bare One’s Ogle-Worthy Breasts for Another Contestant [4 instances])