The Metamorphosis Matrix

“Right!” Jocelyn declared, planting her hands on her hips. “We really should get settled now, everyone. It's time for the main event!”

“Sure, whatever—just get on with it,” Babs muttered, waving a hand dismissively. She was still lounging at the edge of the stage, arms crossed with a smirk glued to her face.

“I am ready to secure my victory!” Cassandra declared from center stage, thrusting her chest forward and planting her hands on her hips with theatrical confidence.

Her new body stood at a modest height, framed by wild, orange hair that puffed out in all directions like a fiery halo. Emerald green eyes sparkled beneath her bangs, and she wore a long, ankle-length brown dress, cinched tightly at the waist by a matching bodice that accentuated her hourglass figure.

“Oh Lord, thank you for this wonderful gift. I am but your unworthy servant. This is more than I ever deserved,” Eleanor whispered through tears, kneeling with her hands clasped in prayer — though her eyes never closed.

Her new body remained much the same: heavyset and matronly, with a pale, smooth complexion that bore the quiet signs of aging. Chestnut brown hair framed her worn but gentle face, and her soft grey eyes shimmered with restrained emotion. A plain cream dress wrapped modestly around her rounded figure.

…Esme remained silent, though even she couldn’t hide the shock plastered across her face.

Her hair was jet black, fading into vibrant purple tips, and her hazel eyes flicked across the room with cautious disbelief. Purple lipstick, matching eyeshadow, and nails completed the palette of her striking look.

She wore classic goth attire: a short, black latex dress that showcased an ample amount of cleavage, cinched tightly at the waist with a glossy black corset. Over her chest, shoulders, and arms stretched a sheer fishnet top, and her legs were wrapped in thigh-high leather boots that gleamed under the stage lights.

Thick straps adorned her neck, arms, and upper chest like an ornamental harness, and dangling silver earrings swung lightly from her ears, catching the light as she breathed in slowly, taking it all in.

“N-No way… it’s real. I—I’m me again.”

Tears welled up and spilled freely down Mika’s cheeks as she looked down at herself, slowly tracing her fingers over her own arms as if confirming her reality.

Her skin was a warm olive tone, glowing softly under the stage lights. Her eyes were a deep, soulful brown, almond-shaped, and shimmering with disbelief. Her pitch-black hair was cut into a sharp, practical pixie style, framing her face with clean lines that suited her perfectly.

Defined muscle lined her arms, the result of years of physical work, and her shoulders were broad and strong, proud proof of the woman she had once been… and now was again.

“Oh… it’s so warm…”

Tears streamed down her cheeks in uncontrollable torrents as she cradled her own body, overcome with joy. Her soft voice trembled with relief, pure and fragile.

She wore a pair of large, round glasses that framed her teary eyes, magnifying the emotion brimming within them. Her long, wavy blonde hair tumbled down past her shoulders in soft, shimmering curls. A cozy pink cardigan hung loosely over her small frame, and beneath it, a delicate white floral dress fluttered gently around her knees.

“Now now, girls, I know this must be super overwhelming,” Jocelyn chimed, hands clasped with giddy delight. “But before you get comfortable—let’s just whelm you even more!”

The girls sat at their stools in varying levels of attention (or lack thereof) as Jocelyn floated center stage, her cane twirling like a baton. With an exaggerated flourish, she pointed toward the massive screen behind her, which immediately lit up in a burst of magical fireworks.

“Here we have our very first set of transformations,” she announced, drawing out each word with flair. “And who’s the lucky girl? Why, it’s none other than our resident electrician… Mika Tanaka!”

The screen displayed three neatly arranged cards, each with a stylized image and description.

• One of the guys!: Mika will see herself as essentially ‘just one of the guys’, she will gain a greater level of bisexuality, and view leering at the other girls as an activity to share with Jason, she will also find a greater appreciation for spending ‘bro time’ with her master. [Tomboy]
• Closed-Circuit: A circuit turned on, stays on until switched off. And Mika will now be much the same; once she is aroused in any way, she can not decrease her level of arousal until she is fulfilled in some way. [Hard-worker]
• Fox Spirit: Mika is dead but not gone, in other words, a spirit, just like a kitsune. Mika will gain a set of adorable fox ears and a big fluffy tail to match. Further spiritual transformations may cause additional tails to sprout and potentially cause more fox-like traits! [Traditional]

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“Wait… one of these is supposed to happen to me?” Mika asked, eyeing the screen warily.

“Why yes, my dear,” Jocelyn said, her tone saccharine. “It’s all in the hands of our lovely audience now. But don’t be afraid to cast your own vote. First impressions are everything.”

Mika squinted at the choices, visibly unimpressed. “All of these sound crazy. Why would I want any of them?”

Jocelyn shrugged. “Well, it’s up to you whether you want to try and sway the audience or not. They tend to appreciate sincerity… I think…”

Mika muttered under her breath. “I don’t wanna be some leering creep like the assholes I used to work with, and I sure as hell don’t wanna be stuck too horny to think…” She sighed. “I guess I’ll take being the fox freak.”

“There’s no need for such negative language,” Jocelyn chided. “These are opportunities, my dear. Chances to grow!”

Jocelyn twirled her cane once more and floated over to Jason. “Ah, but what about you, Master Jay? Which transformation would you like to see for your lovely concubine here?”

Jason blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Uh—I mean… she said she wants the fox one, so… that one. I guess?”

Jocelyn narrowed her eyes, smiling thinly. “Wow. How decisive of you.”

Jason wilted a little under her gaze, but Jocelyn didn’t push further.

“No matter! We’ve got more transformations to reveal, and many more chances to win over our darling viewers. Onward!”

“Up next, we have our lovely biker gal, Barbara Dalton!”

• Who needs men?: In Amazonian tribes, lesbian relations were not only accepted but expected. Babs will now have the ability to be seen just as attractive to normally straight women as she is to lesbians and straight men. This will also boost her height by an inch, pushing her to six foot! [Amazon]
• Girly girl: Much to her chagrin, Barbara will no longer feel comfortable in her boyish clothes, and instead will be at her most content when wearing frilly dresses and matching underwear.Will have the added bonus of lengthening her hair and encouraging her to wear it down. [Daddy’s girl]
• More the Merrier!: When engaged in sexual relations, Barbara will feel corresponding pleasure to the number of participants and will, in general, feel a strong urge to cause sexual group encounters to occur. Her sexual skills will also increase greatly with the number of participants. [Promiscuous]

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“Well, Barbara, thoughts?”

Babs stared up at the screen wide-eyed. “Fuck that middle one, the other two seem great though, I'm happy with either,” she said with a smirk

“Oh, lovely to hear you are finally coming around! And what of your thoughts master Jay? Hm?"

"Well, the bottom one doesn't really do much unless she actually wants it to, so that one, I guess?"

"You really are picking these for the most boooring reasons, you know that Jay?"

He just shrugs in response

“No point focusing on it, up next! Sylvie Langford!”

• Self-Insert: Sylvie will gain a strong urge to write sexy fanfics about the other girls. When she gives in and does so, she takes on certain characteristics of the girl she writes about, from confidence to cup size! [writer]
• Dear Dirty Diary: Every time Sylvie has a sexual thought, she will feel compelled to write about it on her typewriter. At the end of the week, she will have to present all of her writing to the Master, and Sylvie will receive a sum of BP relative to how much she aroused Jason. [Repressed]
• BE Confident: Sylvie just needs a little help getting into the swing of things. Every time she has the urge to pursue something but gives in to her anxiety, her breasts will grow, increasing her confidence; this will also have the side effect of making her slightly more aroused with each boost. [Introvert]

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Sylvie squeaked and sank a little deeper into her oversized sleeves as the glowing cards shimmered into view. Each one pulsed with soft pastel hues.

Her eyes flicked nervously between them.

They’re all so… intense, she thought, I-I don’t hate them or anything, just…

Jocelyn swooped down with exaggerated poise, twirling her cane. “Sylvie, dearest! Which transformation would bring you the most joy?” she asked, sing-songing the last word.

“Uh–well–I–I don’t know–the um… the fanfic one…?”

Her voice trailed off like she was embarrassed to admit it.

“And you, Master?”

Jason scratched the back of his neck, looking as uncomfortable as Sylvie did. “Uh… I don’t—”

“Geez Louise,” Jocelyn cut in, rolling her eyes, “just pick one already, lover boy!”

“The confidence one!” Jason blurted, louder than he meant to.

Jocelyn’s eyebrows arched high. “Ohh? You wouldn't mind seeing flat little Sylvie pack on a bit of meat? Is that what you’re saying, Master?”

“No!” Jason practically shouted, face going red. He slapped a hand over his mouth, realizing far too late who he’d just yelled at.

“I mean—” he mumbled behind his fingers, “I think a little confidence wouldn’t hurt her.”

Jocelyn stared at him for a beat. Then she smiled widely. “Sure thing, Jay,” she said with a wink. “Time for Vote Number Four! Let’s see the options!”

With a flourish, she lifted her cane toward the hovering screen. It pulsed with soft light as the cards turned over one by one.

With a flourish, she lifted her cane toward the hovering screen. It pulsed with soft light as the cards turned over one by one.

• Stereotypes exist for a reason: Esmerelda’s massive ass currently overshadows her modest bust. This transformation brings her closer to the classic BTGG bombshell stereotype—her breasts will swell until they become her most prominent feature. Her purple highlights and gothic makeup will also become permanent, with no need to reapply [Goth]
• Fortune teller: once per round, Esme will be able to look into the future to predict the outcome of a particular choice she will make. This power doesn’t show a full alternate timeline—just enough to strongly influence her decision. [Spiritual]
• Siren’s call: Esmerelda’s voice becomes an instrument of temptation. The softer and breathier she speaks, the more it affects those who hear it. When used at close range, say, a slow whisper in someone’s ear, it can induce intense arousal and, if sustained, even climax. [Seductress]

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“The fortune one,” Esme said without hesitation, arms crossed, tone flat, she didn't even wait for Jocelyn to ask.

“Oh? Not even tempted by the allure of magically enhanced boobs or brain-melting seductive vocals?” Jocelyn teased with a raised brow.

“Nope”

Jocelyn grinned widely with amusement. “Very well, and what about you, Jason?”

Jason gave a small shrug. “Yeah, the fortune-telling one seems useful,” he said, glancing her way. He’d be lying if the thought of this bombshell of a woman growing larger breasts didnt at all entice him, but he wasn’t about to announce that right here.

Esme smirked at him, her expression unreadable but definitely smug, then turned back to face the screen, arms still crossed but chin a little higher than before.

“Okay, next up—our penultimate vote!” Jocelyn flourished her cane and threw her other hand dramatically toward the spotlight.

“Contestant Cassandra Byrne!”

The screen behind her flashed, and three cards flew into view, all a shimmering red:

• Eye of Newt: Cassandra will now be able to brew her own potions in her brand new witch's cauldron! Every week, she can brew up to 3 potions, but she must find the ingredients herself, whether from shops or around the hotel. Potions can have various effects, from physical to mental to nothing! [Witch]
• Building Heat: Hearing others speak untruths will cause a small amount of arousal for Cassandra. The more lies she hears, the more the pleasure builds; she can only come down from her pleasure high by speaking a truth herself, at which point the release could cause her to orgasm if left too long. [???]
• Follow Me to Depravity: Cassandra claims to have loved having fun with other’s husbands during her short life. With this transformation, others will enjoy her enjoying the master. Whenever Cassandra does something sexual with Jason, anybody else present will find this arousing. Any jealousy replaced with excitement. [Flamboyance]

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Cassandra barely glanced at the board. “I am satisfied with the cauldron. I’ll take that one immediately.”

Jocelyn wagged a finger in mock chastisement. “Ah-ah! That’s not how this works, darling. You may be magic, but the audience decides your fate.”

Cassandra turned toward the invisible audience, struck a confident pose with her hands on her hips, and lifted her chin. “Then I expect my cauldron shortly. It’s unwise to deny a witch her tools.”

“But now let’s hear from our Master! Jason, which of Cassandra’s little blessings catches your eye?”

Jason hesitated, eyeing the options. “Uh… maybe the truth one? Then nobody could lie to her, and that could be helpful, I guess.”

Jocelyn's eyes sparkled. “Awh, isn’t that sweet! He’s thinking about you Cassie! Or maybe he just wants to watch you writhing with built-up lust after hearing one too many fibs.”

“Wha—!?”

“Next!” Jocelyn spun dramatically in place and flung her arm toward the curtains. “Time for our final transformation vote!”

“Eleanor Whitmore!”

The screen pulsed as the previous cards dissolved into sparks. Three beige-tinted cards glided in from the sides,

• Rewind the clock: Eleanor will retain her mature curves and lived-in body, but will appear as if she aged flawlessly—no wrinkles, no sag, no aches. She will look like a woman who lived a gentle, stress-free life… even if that wasn’t the case. [MILF]
• Wedding Vows: A Wife should serve her husband, and Eleanor should serve her Master. Whenever Jason makes a request of her, she will be compelled to obey; she can resist this, but it will take a large amount of mental resolve. [Trophy Wife]
• From Adam’s Rib: As Eve was made from Adam, Eleanor will share a special connection with Jason. Whenever he is aroused, she will know and feel a corresponding level of arousal. If she is sleeping, she will receive visions of the cause of said arousal. [Faith]

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Jocelyn floated back into centre stage, twirling her cane like a baton. “Now, Eleanor? You've been rather quiet since you arrived. Any thoughts on these little gifts?”

Eleanor’s eyes flicked upward, just enough to meet Jocelyn’s. Her voice was quiet, reverent.

“I do not deserve the first. That is not a gift I deserve.” She lowered her gaze again.

“I would like the second. A life of service is… fitting.”

Jocelyn blinked once. “Oh wow. Very... not depressing response.” She gave a dramatic thumbs-up to the camera. “Cool! Cool cool cool.”

She turned with a swish of her tail. “And our final vote, dear Mr. Master. What does your heart desire for our blessed matron?”

Jason furrowed his brow. “The, uh… the clock one? It just seems…pretty objectively good?”

Jocelyn clapped her hands, grinning. “A sensible vote! How very you, Jason.” She winked.

The cards on screen disappeared one by one in puffs of smoke as Jocelyn returned to center stage once more, arms spread wide as stage lights flared behind her.

“And with that—every vote is cast, every body is claimed, and every transformation has been teased!”

She spread her arms wide, the lights flaring dramatically.

“But don’t think for even a second that you are off the hook, dear viewers.”

She leaned forward, voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“Because before we say goodnight, there’s one very special vote left—and it’s all up to you.”

With a snap of her fingers, the screen behind her lit up with glittering gold text:

Best Girl Poll

Who made you smile? Who made you squirm? Who made your jaw drop?

Vote now for your favourite contestant, because every rank means extra Bonus Points!

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Jocelyn gave a deep, theatrical bow, one hand sweeping her hat from her head.

“We’ll see you in the next episode, darlings. Until then: vote well.”

She winked at the camera as the screen faded to black.

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