The Elephant in the Room

Danica

Danica sat alone at one of the Hotel’s interior bars, hoping for a call and dreading it all the same. Mallory had found her sitting alone in this very stool, collapsing on herself at the weight of her circumstances and staring a hole through the medicine bag on the counter. As awful as the situation was, Mallory’s plan seemed like the sanest option in an insane world.

Sad that I needed Mallory to even come up with the plan. Michael and I walked and talked for hours, but we just danced around the real issue the whole time.

When the clock said it was time for him to return to his suite, Danica realized how much time she’d wasted. How much time she’d always been wasting.

I wanted to be with Michael not even two days ago. But now that I have to? It just feels wrong.

Danica asked Mallory to leave while she waited, and the girl politely demurred before doing so. Hard to believe that. Danica thought with a bitter chuckle. They did more to bring that girl in line than anything we did for years. And all I have to do is keep her completely drunk. All day. Forever.

The bartender approached and set a vintage model phone down in front of Danica, handing her the receiver.

“Honey?” Michael said from the other end of the line. And to think this was all I hoped for when I called him from work last night.

“Hello Michael.”

“Um… Not sure how to handle this. Janet is up here with me right now, and she says she’s got a way to save you from elimination.”

“Yeah… uh… Mallory told me about their plan.”

“Janet wouldn’t tell me any details, just that it was important that you come up here to talk about it in person.” Oh come on, Michael, don’t be thick. It’s hard enough having to do this without having to walk you through it too. “I guess I have to invite you up or you can’t reach the penthouse, so…” He adopted an overly formal tone. “Danica Clark, I invite you to my suite.”

“You make it sound like I just got invited to Buckingham Palace.”

“Ha. Stop. I’m having a tough time with everyone calling me Master, I don’t need you calling me King too.”

“Not a problem. I’ll be up soon.” He disconnected the call. Danica went to pay for the drinks, but the bartender refused.

“Drinks are always on the house for contestants.”

Of course they are.

Danica collected her bag as she left. She hadn’t taken her first dose yet, she was dreading that decision and putting it off as long as possible. But she felt the impending onset of her sickness as the sun was starting to rise, and now was the time to choose.

This is exactly the dilemma they were trying to **** me into. Either I take a pill that makes me accept this terrible place and sit there smiling while I lose my husband - or I take one that turns me into the exact kind of bimbo Al wants for his trophy wall.

Danica weighed her bad options on the walk to the elevator and even on the ride up. But, it was only standing in the hall outside Michael’s room that she was able to make her decision.

Danica pulled open the bag and removed the three bottles.

Assetifil- Will increase the size of the user’s posterior and breasts. Aroucin - Will increase the user’s sexual responses. Fukitol - Will relax the user and allow them to accept their situation. These names… They manage to **** you with every single detail. How much thought did they spend on it, and how much good could they do with this kind of power?

They can do what they will with my body, but as long as I can keep my mind then I win. Here goes nothing… Danica popped the top off of the first bottle and swallowed one of the white pills inside. Nothing happened at first. And then a couple things happened in quick succession. Danica’s B-cups swelled and strained against her modest bra, spilling out of the cups and pushing against her sweater. That was uncomfortable. Danica’s motherly ass, however, had no such place to expand in her jeans and that pressure was unbearable.

“Ow! Ow!!!” Danica yowled as the seams of her pants strained but refused to give way. Her cotton panties were no longer the proper size, and were pulled into her crack by her newly and thoroughly juicy booty. She ripped at the button fly of her pants, tearing it open and sliding it down her hips as fast as possible, barely sliding the denim to her knees. With the immediate crisis averted, she reached under her sweater and pulled her now enormous E-cups free from her bra. She closed her eyes and gave a sigh of relief. Note to self, dress properly first.

“...Danica?” Michael stood there in the open doorway of the suite, shocked at the half-dressed, all-bimbo curved vision before him. Danica’s cheeks, already red from sudden exertion, achieved a newer deeper shade of red than previously thought possible. Over his shoulder, Janet’s eyes were the size of dinner plates, but she squeaked and ducked out of view as Danica noticed her.

“I…uh…”

“You took one of the enhancement pills, I assume?”

“...Yeah.”

“Come on inside.” Danica hobbled inside with the pants around her knees. Michael helped her through the door and out of the jeans. She couldn’t help but notice he took a little longer than necessary to do so, taking an overlong gaze at her backside in the process.

Seriously?

Danica slipped her useless bra out from under the sweatshirt and discarded it with the jeans. Janet had disappeared somewhere while Danica and Michael fumbled with her clothes.

“Can we send her downstairs?” Danica asked.

“I tried earlier, before I called you up. She can’t pass through the hall door. She’s stuck in here for another eight hours. I guess they don’t want to deprive her of her winner’s prize.” Michael looked sheepish. “Soooo… what’s the plan?”

“Michael, you weren’t there when they handed out the points for the first round. They took points from me for attacking Vivian… and the things I said to you yesterday.”

“Ok, well that’s easy enough. I forgive you. I know Vivian can be a bitch, but I’m sure she’d say the same if she knew the stakes.”

“I don’t think it works that way.” Danica touched his arms. He’s gonna make me say it. “Other than the challenges, the only way to earn points is to be intimate - with you.”

Michael did not look surprised. “I worried that might be the case. I kinda remember that being a rule. I’ll do what I can to help.”

“My hero.” Danica joked. “Remember it from what?”

Now he looked sheepish. “From watching the old seasons.”

“Wait, why were you watching old seasons? When?”

“I didn’t sleep last night, I just ordered some up from the front desk and… watched. I was looking…” He trailed off, unwilling to finish what he had started.

He was looking for her. “Please don’t talk about her right now.” Michael just nodded. “Well, what else did you learn?”

“I saw what happens when they eliminate a girl. It’s awful, Danica. The lucky ones don’t have to remember who they were.” But the unlucky ones…

Danica’s stomach clutched. Just get through this and I’ll be out of the red.

But now, having decided to do… this, Danica suddenly wasn’t sure what to do. She’d been with Michael for years, but now she felt like an embarrassed teenager. And based on his face, Michael was feeling the same kind of way.

“So, um, what do you want to do?” She asked. She couldn’t decide what to do with her hands, went to put them in her pockets, then remembered she’d shed her pants at the door.

“Let’s just sit on the couch, I guess.” Michael directed her to the love seat while he went to the minibar. “Drink?”

“Sure, surprise me.” Danica looked around the room. Where did it happen? Danica tried to banish thoughts of Michael with her, but … she couldn’t. Not totally. He passed Danica an Old Fashioned before taking a seat next to her on the couch. Did he make one for her too? Ok, enough, drop it Danica.

“It’s good.” She said after the first sip.

“They have really high-end stuff here.” Michael said. “I guess I never really appreciated quality liquor.”

“Me either.” That’s not true, Greg and I loved sampling bourbon. Why can’t I keep these thoughts out of my head? Danica briefly regretted passing on the relaxation pill, but no. She was right not to take those. Danica took a longer drink, letting the whiskey sit in her stomach and relax her. She wondered if these **** interacted with ****, but now wasn’t really the time to interrogate that. Michael sat in silence, the weight of it was oppressing the room. It’s just me and Michael. Don’t think about the cameras, don’t think about the scoreboard, don’t think about her. Just get through this. Danica noticed Michael casting furtive glances at her breasts, which were prominent even under the sweater. She set down the drink and pulled the sweatshirt over her head, giving Michael license to stare.

“See anything you like?” Danica **** a smile and gave them a shake. Michael did see something he liked, and now with permission he couldn’t look away. “Come here, honey, it’s been too long.” She opened her arms and he slid down the couch into her embrace.

Showed Master her bare breasts +5

Seen it all -4

For a time, it was wonderful. She kissed him like she missed him, and he responded in kind. She pushed him backwards to lay back against the arm rest, and she slid on top of him, leaving his hands free and her tits available. His hands roamed over her, kneading and toying with her new tits like he’d never held a pair before. Danica broke the kiss, and coquettishly bit her lip. She gently pushed her chest forward, letting Michael kiss and suckle at her nipples. Danica arched her back to push them deeper into his mouth. Danica rolled her hips on Michael’s, feeling him rise to meet her down below.

“Michael…” She moaned his name as she ground her hips on his. He tried to say something in response, but his voice was muffled by her left tit. She slid down his body, making sure to drag her boobs along his chest, ultimately sliding off the couch until she was kneeling between his legs.

“I’ve never tried this before…” Danica said with a wink as she popped his erection free of his trousers. She swallowed his shaft in her boobs and massaged his cock with them. These aren’t so bad after all. Michael ran his hands through her hair and gently stroked her cheeks with his hands, looking down at her with love in his eyes. I don’t need to win him. I have him.

Danica dropped to sit on her heels, bringing his dick to her lips. Her thicker ass changed the angle somewhat, but it was still her best move. Danica never told anyone about this, but she took pride in her oral skills. Long and slow, drag it out, make him feel every swirl and touch. Make him putty in her hands. She really did love it, and she closed her eyes to concentrate.

Wrong idea. As soon as she had, all the thoughts that she’d pushed to the side crashed right back in. Michael fucked her. Michael fucked her. Today. Danica just imagined her sitting in the room, watching with a smug look as Danica fellated the same cock that had been inside her just hours ago. Danica could almost taste her on him and the thought made her ill.

She pulled off of him, grabbing at the cocktail and taking a deep swig to wash the phantom taste out of her mouth. Michael looked up, confused.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t, I can’t.” Danica pushed herself up onto the couch and buried her face in her hands. She couldn’t bear to let him see her cry, and that was before she remembered all the viewers. Every one of them is laughing at me. The tears came regardless.

“Danica…” Michael tried to pull her into a hug, but Danica shrugged his arms off. “If this is about Ro-”

“Don’t.”

“Ok, ok.” He slid away down the couch and tucked himself away, the mood thoroughly broken. “Let’s just take a minute and go slow. It’s a stressful situation for all of us.”

“Well, Michael, luckily you have seven **** girls to take the edge off.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Isn’t it, though? You said you wanted to ‘play along’ and you sure did. Not even a full day and you’re sleeping with… her!”

“This situation is kind of unprecedented, Danica! I haven’t seen her in 16 years and I didn’t even know she was missing!” Michael retreated to the bar and poured himself another drink, using the time to decide on his next response. “I don’t need permission to sleep with my own wife, Danica,” he said softly, still with his back to her. He turned to lean against the bar, not attempting to bridge the distance either physically or emotionally. “Least of all from you. Lest we forget, you threw me out and didn’t speak to me for months. I gave you the space you wanted and signed the papers you asked.”

“I never filed them.”

“I know. Why?” The question pierced her and burned all the way through to the exit wound. Why? Because I didn’t want to. Because I still love him and I wanted him back. But Danica noted that her first thoughts were in the past tense. Did she still love him? Would it matter, if she was bound to him in this awful harem? Danica paused to grapple with that, and Michael took her silence as her answer. “Ok then. I’m gonna get some sleep. We can try again before the time is up, but right now I think you should go.”

High and Dry - Left the Master unsatisfied -3

“Michael, I-” Danica started in, but suddenly felt the same tugging at her wrists as the night of the premiere. They dragged her by the arms to the door of the suite, which swung open of its own accord. The magic pulled her into the hallway, dressed only in her ill-fitting panties.

“Stop!” Michael called, following her. “Stop dragging her, I give her permission to return.” The invisible bouncers didn’t seem to care. Michael tried to grab at her arm to stop them, but that only stretched and hurt her worse. Danica was hauled bodily into the elevator, and a spectral hand pressed the number for the contestant’s floor. Just as the door closed on a horrified Michael, the three pill bottles shot through the gap and rattled on the floor.

The door opened onto the contestants' suite to find Danica slumped against the back wall, with a defeated look on her tear-streaked face. Except for Sarah and Janet, the others sat around the island eating and talking. Mallory jumped up and raced over to help, while Ronnie took the cue to make herself scarce in the team Al bedroom.

“Mom! What happened?” Mallory helped her to her feet and collected the pills. She looked agog at her Mother’s new body, but kept her comments to herself. None of the others looked, sparing her dignity somewhat. “The leaderboard still says you have negative points!” Danica checked and there she was, now with a -5. Her vision went red as she saw Janet had broken the tie, and was now alone at the top above Ronnie. Her too?! That little tramp!

“Michael and I had a disagreement.”

“Mom, there’s no time for that! You’ve got to make up and get some points in, like, nine hours!”

“Michael knows the stakes and he made his decision. We’ll talk tomorrow, but tonight I do not want to see his face.” Danica shrugged off Mallory’s help and pushed into her room. Sarah was lying in bed under the covers, and shot up as Danica surged in. “Sorry, nothing to worry about Sarah, go back to sleep.” Danica pulled a loose dress off her clothing rack, something she hoped would contain her new body. She stormed back out past the shocked faces of the other contestants, not looking back in case she saw the fear in Mallory’s eyes.

The rest of the cast slept despite the sun being high in the sky. Danica didn’t watch the clock. Or the staff playing their parts as tourists frolicking by the pool in the heat. She simply stared up at the balcony to the Master’s suite.

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