Thinking "I can do better than that"

Nick awoke sandwiched between two brunettes with a lot of pleasant memories of the night shared with the both of them, and also feeling a little shaky, too.

He’d gone wild with Carly, that was obvious. But looking back on his behavior, he’d taken a few liberties with Vivian as well. With the benefit of hindsight he considered whether or not he should have been more hesitant given that she didn’t end up having sex with him and he hadn’t done anything with her until now, really, but seeing her sleeping beside him with a warm smile on her face looking gorgeous as ever, he decided that he’d made the right choice.

Just because she wasn’t ready to go all the way with him, that didn’t mean she would have regrets of the time they spent together. The night had gone great for all parties involved, and that was the important thing.

…At least, that’s what he thought, until he saw Dakota standing at the foot of his bed with an amused smirk on her lips.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she crooned, giving him a wave. “You have a nice night last night? The audience certainly thinks so.”

“Dakota, hey,” Nick said, sitting up and bringing the covers up to his waist. It wasn’t like his nudity was something the host had never seen before, but he still felt some desire to preserve his modesty.

With how much of his sex life was broadcast to total strangers on the daily, he had to take what moments of privacy he could get.

Dakota didn’t seem bothered- if anything, she was amused at the futility of the gesture. “I’ve gotta say, you’re quite lucky, with a beauty in each arm like this,” she said, walking around the bed to get closer to him as she eyed up Vivian and Carly. “Especially ones that have gotten a boost like this.”

She tapped her chin thoughtfully.

“…But we have some bookkeeping to do, so let’s wake them up, shall we?” She purred, waving her cane and summoning a bucket of water. “It was so fun the last time I did it with Gina, so I just couldn’t resist,” she explained, hoisting it up.

“Whoa, hang on there now. I didn’t sign up for this.”

Suddenly Vivian was awake; she sprung out of bed, covering her exposed chest with her arm and looking fiercely at Dakota. Normally she was a pretty good sport, but she clearly didn’t want to get drenched in water.

Carly snored blissfully away, ignorant as could be.

As Vivian moved out of the line of fire, Dakota changed her mind and sent the bucket away.

“You know, it’s not polite to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations,” she hypocritically chastised the woman she’d brought to a reality show where she would be observed 24/7 by otherworldly entities. “I would have thought a young lady of your breeding would know better.”

Vivian shrugged, smiling lopsidedly at the dark-haired woman.

“Just wanted to check if you and Nick would be talking about me, that’s all,” she replied. “Now, as for her…”

She glanced over at Carly, who was still fast asleep. Lying on her back was kind of necessary, given her massive breasts that hadn’t shrunk even a centimeter since last night.

Vivian couldn’t resist. She tugged the blanket off, and gave one of the mounds a nice poke.

Carly’s eyes snapped open and she turned her head, her expression hopeful. Then the hope drained from her face and she sighed.

“…Oh. I see. It’s only Vivian, then.”

“Only me?” Vivian frowned, a look of disappointment flashing across her face. “What do you mean by that?” She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

Carly’s eyes widened.

“Oh, no, nothing!” She said quickly, waving her hands. “Don’t worry. I just meant… well, I wanted…” She glanced furtively at Nick before turning back to Vivian, a cheeky smile on her face. “…You know.”

“She was probably hoping that Nick would give her boobs a nice squeeze,” Dakota informed the heiress, amused. “How coy of her. Lying there, looking so tantalizing, almost daring him to… …Well, I’m sure you get it, right?”

Vivian chuckled out a laugh. “Yep, I think I understand completely,” she said, winking playfully at Nick. He blushed and looked at Carly, who just gave him an unapologetic smile.

“I wanted to see what you’d do,” she replied bluntly. “A little disappointing, frankly…”

“You wanted me to grope you in your sleep?! I would never-!”

“But you could!” Carly replied. “I mean, I’m not free use like Gina, but I won’t mind if you want to sneak a feel. Come on- it’s worth it.”

She wiggled her shoulders, making her massive breasts bounce enticingly at him. Nick gulped, finding it really difficult to resist the temptation. But he held on out of dignity and shook his head, not ready to play that game.

“Carly-”

“Just a feel, come on. You know you want to! Everyone saw how much fun you were having with them last night.”

Well… Nick’s resolve could only go so far. Especially when Vivian was slotted behind him, whispering suggestive things into his ear.

“Come on… do it,” she purred to him.

He was only human, right? So he obliged, giving her breasts a nice, good squeeze, drawing a moan from Carly’s lips so loud it woke up Mary and Holly.

“Eh?!” Mary sprung up out of bed, her eyes wide. She’d snuck back into the room to go to sleep when all the sex was finished- and as the bags under her eyes indicated, that had been pretty late. Once she saw what was going on, though, she yawned and rubbed her eyes before climbing out of bed and getting started with breakfast.

Holly’s response was a little less accepting.

“What?! Did I miss something!?” She groaned, sensing the sexual tension in the air. When she saw Nick’s hand on Carly’s breast, she licked her lips. “Ooh… never mind, carry on!” She said coquettishly, batting her eyelashes. “I don’t mind.”

Nick almost felt compelled to keep going at this point, considering pretty much every woman in the room was egging him on.

Save for one of them- the most unlikely one of all!

“Ahem.”

Dakota cleared her throat loudly and Nick jumped, tearing his hand (regretfully) away from Carly’s breast.

“Now… I hate to ruin such a good time, Nick, but before you two get started on round six, we have some bookkeeping to account for.”

“Oh?” Vivian perked up when she heard that. “Bookkeeping? What do you mean by that?” She was curious what sort of “books” Dakota had for them.

“Have you all forgotten already?” Dakota looked around and smiled. “I’m talking about the reason you’re here, of course,” she said, looking pointedly at the heiress. “Instead of moaning in sexual denial in your room.”

Vivian put on a strong face, but her cheeks were still a little hot. Still, as flushed as she was, she certainly wouldn’t let anyone get the better of her, not even the host. She went into every negotiation from a position of strength, as a matter of course.

“Well, lay it on me then,” Vivian said coyly. “You’re talking about Carly’s transformation, right? The one where we get VP?”

She did a pretty good job of masking the disappointment in her voice, but Nick managed to pick up on it. So did Dakota, who found it quite amusing.

“That’s right,” she confirmed with a nod. “You and Carly were engaged in a little competition last night! At least- it was supposed to be a competition, anyway.”

She looked sharply at the heiress. “It’s hard to say if that really counts as one, given that you didn’t actually engage in sexual intercourse with Nick.”

“Hey, that shouldn’t matter though,” Nick pointed out. “What Vivian did, that was really… I mean… it was pretty hot.”

“I know, he really went all-out last night,” Carly giggled, fanning herself. “And I’m fairly certain he wasn’t only thinking of me when he was going so hard.”

Nick blushed and looked apologetically at Carly. “Sorry, I mean-”

“Not complaining- I liked it, actually,” Carly laughed. “I do expect a guy to have his focus on me when we’re going one on one, just to be clear. But in a threesome? Sometimes we want what we can’t have, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

She smiled to Vivian, showing that there were no hard feelings.

Nick felt a little guilty, but he was grateful that Carly was so understanding. The last thing he wanted to do was upset anyone. And it looked like they had all enjoyed last night, which was the most he could ask for.

Dakota was so happy to see everyone getting along! But business was business.

“Yes, well, while Vivian didn’t need to have sex with you- and I’ll agree, all that teasing and foreplay you two danced around was quite sizzling indeed- the audience seems to have a different perspective, I’m afraid.”

Vivian sighed and shrugged, offering only a rueful smile in her defense. “Can’t say I didn’t see this coming,” she replied. “What are you gonna do? Let me guess, she gets all the VP, right?”

Dakota nodded, barely trying to look apologetic. “It’s regrettable,” she said. “I had hoped that the results would be slightly less lopsided, because the way things stand, my explanation of how the points distribution works will come off as a little… shallow. I think I’m going to have to rework the whole thing, now that I’ve seen how high the threshold of VP acquisition can be.”

“What do you mean?” Carly questioned. “It’s not simply a vote about who the audience liked more?”

“Oh, no, that’s exactly what it is,” Dakota assured her. “It’s just how I’m going to be distributing the VP. You see, the audience voted who they liked more. Then, I was initially going to distribute it based on a very simple scale. For each 20% of the audience that voted for you, you’d get 1 VP. So, for example, if 40% of the audience thought Vivian did better, and 60% thought Carly did better, Vivian would get 2 VP and Carly would get 3 VP.”

“But it’s never as simple as that,” Vivian pointed out.

Dakota shook her head. “No, you’re right, it’s not,” she agreed. “For example, if Carly got 65% of the vote and you got 35% of the vote, how unfair, right? A third of the audience is in agreement that you did the best you could, but you still only get 1 VP? Not exactly balanced. So I had to come up with a new implementation to make it seem a little less biased.”

“I got a third?” Vivian’s expression brightened.

Dakota looked at her. “…No. That was an example. You got far less.”

Vivian was even worse at hiding her disappointment than before. But she still **** a smile onto her lips and shrugged.

“I decided to alter things around a bit,” Dakota explained. “As long as you can manage to get 15% of the vote- that’s all you need, 15%- then you’ll get 1 VP. Sounds fair enough, right?”

“Yeah,” Carly agreed, nodding. “That seems way more fair if you ask me.”

“That sounds fair,” Nick agreed. “If they did enough where at least 15% of the audience thinks they deserve some VP, then they should get some.

“And then, we’ll institute a bracket of 20%,” Dakota continued. “So if you can manage to get 35% or higher, then you guarantee 2 VP for yourself! Does that work out for everyone?”

“I think I get it,” Vivian said, doing the math in her head. She wasn’t as sharp as Dawn in that regard, but she was still very good with numbers- it was a necessity in the business world. “So if Carly and I both get 15%, we both get 1 VP. If we both get 35%, we both get 2 VP. But that leaves 30% of the vote remaining, if I’m correct.”

“Wait, really? Is that how that works?” Carly squinted and tried to figure it out for herself. Unlike Vivian, she was not very good at numbers.

“Vivian’s math is correct,” Dakota confirmed. “And that last remaining 30% is how we’ll determine who gets the remaining VP. Whoever got a bigger share of that 30% of the vote- in other words, the overall winner- will get 3 VP.”

“And what if it’s a tie? What if we both get the exact same score?” Carly asked, already imagining a positive possibility.

Dakota shot her a withering look. “…Let’s not dwell on fantasies, please,” she replied. “Back to the matter at hand. The way this distribution works out is very simple. As long as you can get 15% of the vote, you’ll get 1 VP. But if you can’t even get that much, then you rightfully deserve nothing. And if all you can get is 15%- if you can’t break out into 35% of the vote- then of course, you’ll only get 1 VP, and the other contestant will get a whopping 4 VP. Pretty big swing, but fair is fair. I can’t bend the rules any further than that.”

“That does sound fair,” Vivian agreed. “So what? Did I get enough?” She wasn’t so cocky as to think she had actually met the 35% threshold. Might be able to get away with something, though.

Dakota smiled.

“You got… just enough,” she assured Vivian. “Just over 15%- 15.79%, to be exact.”

“Oh! That’s not so bad, then!” Vivian said with a smile.

“Way to go!” Carly cheered. “Ooh, and that means I did pretty good then, huh?”

“That’s right,” Dakota said with a nod. “You get the rest. In other words, we’ll be distributing the VP for last night like this.”

Carly: +4 VP

Vivian: +1 VP

Both girls got something, at least. That was a relief. Nick would have felt bad if Vivian didn’t get anything from her efforts last night, given how hard she’d worked and how much she’d turned him on.

He didn’t know math that well, but it sounded like Dakota had come through with a system that would work in the girls’ favor.

On the topic of math, that morning the resident genius awoke from her slumber, doing a lot of math in her head.

The math in question?

Cactus + Boobs – Flower = Angry Cat

“I can’t believe the flower wouldn’t grow until the morning,” Dawn grumbled, pulling herself out of bed.

It was hard doing. Her light frame wasn’t exactly used to two massive weights strapped to the front of it. Dawn felt like she was dragging a couple of bowling balls around with her!

“They’re sagging so much…” she grumbled, looking at her droopy breasts. She really hoped this wouldn’t permanently ruin her breasts when they returned to their normal size- It shouldn’t, right? Dawn had never been all that pleased with her original cup size, for several obvious reasons- not the least of which being the fact that her need of a bra at all was rather debatable.

But compared to what she was dealing with now, she would have given anything to get her little mosquito bites back!

I wanted bigger boobs, but not like this!

Marley and Sylvia had reassured her a dozen times over that the effects were reversible, as soon as the cactus sprouted its flowers.

Well, it better be. Because if she had to go another day like this…

And it’s might night with Nick tonight, as well! What’s he going to say if I’m still dragging around these things, huh!? Dawn wanted to punch somebody. Which was shocking because she was the kind of person who preferred to settle her quarrels with words, not with ****.

But given who was responsible for her current predicament, maybe a little bit of **** would be warranted.

She looked down at her roommate, Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, who was lying still in bed. Not snoring, not even moving, heck- she was barely breathing as far as Dawn could tell!

Dawn had seen a lot of cadavers in medical school, and aside from the rosy complexion of the assassin’s cheeks, she was doing a disturbingly good impression of one.

I suppose that’s just in her nature as an artificial human. She was created to be an assassin, it makes sense that she would be capable of staying perfectly still even in her sleep, until she was activated, Dawn reasoned.

She’d read a lot of science-fiction with ideas like that, as unnerving as they were.

But Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin was definitely alive. Which was good!

Because Dawn wanted to be the one to kill her.

This is all your fault! Dawn wanted to scream. How dare Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin slumber away looking as content as a baby, when she was the whole reason Dawn had gotten caught up in this mess in the first place?! If you hadn’t used that cactus on Marley, she wouldn’t have bought the damn thing for the flowers! And I wouldn’t have-!

Dawn took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Personal responsibility, Dawn, personal responsibility, she reminded herself as she carefully climbed out of bed so as not to wake up the assassin snoozing beside her. (No easy task given her enhanced figure.) Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin may have gotten the ball rolling, but you chose to touch that cactus all on your own. You wanted bigger boobs, and you definitely got what you wanted.

The words “be careful what you wish for” rattled around unhelpfully in Dawn’s brain as she struggled to make her way over to the door. She didn’t even bother getting changed, because she doubted any of her clothes would fit over her breasts anyway. She’d already worn out one shirt. Why bother ruining another one?

Sneaky as a cat with a pair of massive breasts attached to it, Dawn scurried out of the room, beelining across the lounge to get where she needed to go.

That fucking flower better have bloomed by now, or she would… get really angry and indignant!

…So Dawn wasn’t the best when it came to follow-through. Big whoop.

She had a lot of anger at least, which served her well as she slammed her fist on the door of the Garden Suite like the girls inside owed her money.

“Come on you two!” She shouted, knocking even harder. “Wake up already, come on!”

The door cracked open and Sylvia’s mischievous eyeball appeared through the gap. Dawn could see the faint line of a smirk.

“What’s the password?” The former host chirped, clearly relishing the sight of a diminutive cat girl with breasts that dangled down to her belly button.

“The password is ‘Open this door before I give Nick a thorough presentation of all the reasons why you’re technically a minor and he shouldn’t have sex with you for another 16 years’,” Dawn growled, not at all interested in humoring the other girl.

…

“…Whattya know, that’s it exactly!” Sylvia said, sweating a little as she flung the door open and let Dawn inside. “Come on in!”

Dawn rolled her eyes and shuffled into the room, feeling her breasts bounce and clap against themselves. For so long Dawn had wondered what it would be like to have boobs big enough to actually bounce of her chest when she walked, and while several incidents with temporary transformations had given her some help in that area, this was definitely the one that made her wish she’d never dreamed of such a thing.

“Dawn, uh, hey,” Marley said, waving at her from the bed. She was just as chesty as Dawn, but being practically a foot taller than her meant she could carry her enhanced curves much better.

“…Hi,” Dawn said awkwardly, not upset with Marley but finding it a little weird to be facing her like this. “So… the cactus, has it…?” She didn’t even bother hiding the desperation in her voice.

Marley and Sylvia glanced at each other. The look they shared wasn’t exactly reassuring. Dawn started to panic as Marley turned back to her with a tense smile on her lips.

“Yeah… Dawn… see… the thing is, well…” Marley scratched her head sheepishly and looked down. “About the cactus…”

Dawn’s heart sunk as the horrible thought of another date night with Nick completely messed up by these twisted transformations flashed through her skull.