Time Flies When You're Busy

Olivia Booker

Olivia and Tomoko laughed for several minutes, each erupting into giggles just as the other was winding down, continuing their mirth. In truth, part of Olivia didn't want to stop, finding it therapeutic.

"Okay, fine, we can do oh-so heterosexual bonding if you're up for it?" Olivia asked.

"Sure, I can teach ya how. Want to do it now?" Tomoko offered.

Olivia could feel herself getting wet at the idea. Her hands inched to the bottom of her top, ready to pull it over her head, before stopping herself. "No, not today."

Tomoko raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised. "Oh?"

"If I regain my muscles now, they'll shrink before tomorrow's challenge. That defeats the purpose," Olivia explained. "It would be pointless, along with a waste of time, to do it now."

Tomoko couldn't help but feel slightly hurt when Olivia called her offer a 'waste of time,' but she managed to hide her offense. "I see."

Olivia nodded. "Right, the practical thing to do is to do so in the morning, right before the challenge, so I'm at full strength."

"Right, practical," Tomoko repeated, looking away. "I guess that works. Will you be okay until then?"

Olivia crossed her arms. "I've made it this far. I can take two more," she muttered bitterly.

Tomoko looked down at her sketchbook. "Okay, I can meet you tomorrow morning after my date."

"Right, the date." Olivia dug her nails into her arm. "Listen, I don't think you should sleep with him tonight."

"I already told ya, I'll do whatever it takes to save my son," Tomoko countered, irritated at having to repeat herself.

Olivia raised her hands. "I know. I'm just asking you to hold off tonight. Levi's curse might get downgraded at tomorrow's challenge."

"Or might get stronger," Tomoko reminded her.

"That's... well... uh..." Olivia mumbled as she stepped backward, struggling to find the words. Finally, she threw up her hands. "Damn it! It's none of my business; do what you want. I don't care." However, her tone of voice made it obvious she did care.

Tomoko let out a long sigh. "Fine, if it's that important to you."

'I'm not the one it should be important to,' Olivia thought, exasperated, though she kept it to herself.

Tomoko scratched her head through her purple hair, thinking, "I guess I can just give him a thigh job tonight or something." She looked Olivia square in the eye, "But after tomorrow, I ain't holding back, even if it gets a bajillion times worse, got it?"

Olivia nodded, "Thank you."

Tomoko winked but did not smile. Olivia nodded once more before opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. A quiet sigh escaped Tomoko's lips, heavy with mixed emotions, as she flopped back onto the bed. "You're welcome," she muttered, staring at the ceiling as she heard Olivia's footsteps fade away.

...and then heard the footsteps get closer.

Olivia burst back into the room, unable to contain herself. Tomoko leaned up, meeting Olivia's face, which came down to meet hers. Before Tomoko could realize what was happening, Olivia pressed her lips into hers, leaving the former totally taken aback and surprised by the sudden kiss.

Olivia Booker

• Kiss Contestant: +2 VP
• Mod: Yuri: +2 VP
• Mod: Straight on Gay: +1 VP
• Bonus: First Girl-on-Girl: +5 VP
• Mod: Master Uninvolved: -33%
• Total: +6 VP

Tomoko Nakaya

• Kiss Contestant: +2 VP
• Mod: Yuri: +2 VP
• Mod: Seducer: +3 VP
• Mod: Straight on Gay: +1 VP
• Bonus: First Girl-on-Girl: +5 VP
• Mod: Master Uninvolved: -33%
• Total: +8 VP

"Just... how heterosexuals say goodbye," Olivia joked as their lips parted. Then, without another word, she left again, leaving Tomoko to process.

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Nora Wolf

Nora sat quietly in the greenhouse, feet up and enveloped by the colors from the blooming flowers surrounding her. Between her lips was a lit joint, which she inhaled deeply from, savoring the rich smoke as it filled her lungs. It wasn't a particularly potent strain, especially compared to her homegrown plants, but they got the job done. The warmth spread through her, soothing her muscles and melting away the tension that had settled in her mind.

For this reason, she did not notice Sophia standing for a full minute before her until she cleared her throat. With a yelp, Nora hid the item behind her back. "Mrs. Moaulin! I was admiring the plant life!" she invented lamely.

Sophia chuckled , shaking her head. "It's okay; I'm in college and Canadian. I know what pot smells like," she reassured her. "Though I'm more curious how you got it."

"I smelled the leaf in the greenhouse and cut it up myself," Nora admitted, embarrassed. "I wasn't looking for it; I just couldn't stop smelling it. In fact, I can't stop smelling everything."

"Yeah, dog senses must be rough," Sophia observed, stroking her own tail. She briefly considered asking Nora if she would share the doobie but decided against it, preferring to keep her senses sharp. "I wanted to ask for your help. Azure might not have told you, but there's possibly a shop that's even better than Jezebel's."

"I actually haven't been to Jezebels," Nora admitted.

"You may want to. You have over 40 BP and..." Sophia shook her head, trying to get back on track. "Whatever. The point is, we think this secret shop might have a way to save one of the previous contestants."

Nora's tail drooped between her legs. "You mean Kaitlyn?"

"Wait, you know about that? You can say her name?"

Nora gazed at a group of nearby flowers. "Levi informed me she was punished. I admit I'm having trouble processing what that means. None of this seems real." She turned back to Sophia. All I know is that my student is in danger, and as her teacher, it is my responsibility to assist."

"Perfect," Sophia beamed. "Glad to have you."

"Happy to be had," Nora smiled back. "However, I see you are still wearing the hoodie. I think you would find that simply cutting out the midriff would greatly add to your sluttiness."

Sophia's smile faltered.

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Lauren-Zero

"Alison! Alison! Come back! Please!" The memory of Lauren shouted for the thousandth time. She stood alone outside the bathhouse in Alison's constructed world, screaming at the virtual sky.

"God damn it! Get your ass down here! Now!"

"You are remarkably vocal," Alison observed as the clouds parted to reveal her, sunbeams shining behind her like angels, though her bored expression broke the image somewhat.

"Finally! I've been calling for hours!" Lauren grumbled.

Alison landed before Lauren, though not bothering to look her in the eye. "As I heard. Are you finding issues with your accommodations?"

"You left me here without any food!" Lauren exclaimed, trying to showcase her usual assertiveness, but the impact was ruined by a frightened crack in her voice.

"You are a construct of a memory," Alison reminded her. "You don't experience hunger."

"I know! And it's freaking me out!" Lauren screamed, trembling. "Not to mention it's been sunset all day. This isn't natural!"

Alison turned her back, showing even less interest than before. "I fail to see the issue."

Lauren grabbed Alison's arm and pulled it close to get her attention. "You put me in a crystal, told me I wasn't real and left me all alone!"

"Is isolation the problem?" Alison asked. "Then perhaps I can construct men to serve you. Your files list several celebrities you have a sexual interest in, and I maintained the libido of your constructed form so you may better return to Harem Hotel if needed."

Lauren rolled her eyes. "I don't want your sex dolls! I want to know what the hell is going on!"

"You have questions," Alison observed.

"No shit, I have questions!" Lauren laughed. "What's the other Lauren doing? How's my sister? What's Azure doing to them?"

Alison finally made direct eye contact. "Such information would simply disturb you."

Lauren let out a hysterical cackle. "Are you joking? I'M ALREADY DISTURBED!"

"Your distress is within acceptable parameters," Alison noted, tilting her head. "My only concern is keeping you from a full mental break. Any comfort beyond that is irrelevant."

"I'm not a science experiment!" Lauren snapped, grabbing Alison by the shirt. "I demand you let me see my sister!"

In a single blink of Alison's eyes, she was vanished out of Lauren's grasp. The girl turned to find the maid right behind her instead. "You cannot survive outside of me without a body," Alison reminded her.

"So, you're just going to keep me here forever?!"

Alison shook her head. "No, I am only maintaining you in case I need you this season. Should I not by the end, I will delete you."

The color drained from Lauren's face as her blood went cold. She stumbled backward, her legs feeling unsteady beneath her pounding heart. "What? I... d-delete?" She fell to her knees and clutched at her long, flowing blonde locks, her fingers tangling in her hair as a wave of fear washed over her.

Alison considered the cowering girl beneath her. "It would appear I have disturbed you," she noted.

"YOU THINK?!" Lauren shrieked hysterically. "Oh god! Oh god!"

Alison looked closer at Lauren, noticing that the very edges of her body were fading, the earliest signs of the construct unraveling itself.

"I will provide you with food," Alison declared. "Along with sexual and emotional relief." With this promise, she turned her gaze toward the bathhouse, causing a transformation to unfold. The sturdy walls began to expand, stretching upward, while the roof reshaped itself, rising to form a second story and new rooms.

"You will find a kitchen, food storage, and dining room," Alison explained. "And now for your companion."

She looked down at a single pebble, which quickly grew into a bolder. The stone cracked and shifted, reconstructing itself into a stone statue of a brawny man. With a resounding snap, the stone shell burst apart, revealing a powerful, muscular man standing boldly in its place. He was shirtless, revealing his chiseled pecs and six-pack. His only clothing was exceptionally tight boxers, which did nothing to hide how well-equipped he was. The newly formed figure grinned at Lauren, flexing his body, every sinew echoing strength and vitality.

"Hello, Mistress Peterson," he purred. "You're wish is my command!"

"He will obey your every order, including cooking and coitus," Alison explained. "You may name him whatever you like."

"I told you, I don't want..."

"I'm needed elsewhere," Alison interrupted. Looking up at the sky, she took off like a rocket.

"YOU BITCH! GET BACK HERE!" Lauren wailed. However, only silence answered her back. She fell to her knees, pounding the grass with her fist. 'I thought you saved me. That you were better than the others,' she thought. 'What did I do to deserve this?'

Her introspection was interrupted by the still-flexing man. "You want something to eat, baby? Or if you're stressed, I can eat you out instead. My tongue is trained in over 300 techniques."

"Shut up Manwhore!" Lauren snarled. "Go make me a strawberry smoothy!"

The newly named Manwhore happily ran up to the kitchen.

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Tomoko Nakaya

Tomoko paced through the locker room, looking at her outfits and debating what to wear for her date. Usually, she would default to one of her skimpy party dresses or clubbing gear for a date, but this wasn't just a one-night stand. It was important, and she wanted to dress accordingly.

She opened the locker to her fancier attire. Should she go for the elegant red dress that hugged her curves or the playful sundress that danced with every movement? "Nah, neither of these are right," she told herself, closing it. She desired to do something special, something she had never experienced before.

Her wish was answered as she opened the last locker. Inside was a piece of clothing she had completely forgotten about, having long been hidden within the deepest parts of her closet: a pink kimono.

Memories flooded back. Tomoko received the garment years ago from her aunt, but she had never worn it. In fact, Tomoko had not worn any traditional Japanese clothing since she lived with her parents. It had been nearly eight years since she touched a yukata, mech less a kimono.

She took the fabric out of the locker and examined it. Having never traveled outside the US, her heritage always felt secondary. It was something that her parents tried to make important to her or that she leaned into at formal parties, but she was indifferent to. Yet, at this moment, it felt right.

"Let's see if I can still remember how to put this on."

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Azure

The host sat back and watched the footage of Lauren, Sophia, Elena, and Ms. Wolf as they meticulously searched for the entrance to the secret shop. With each passing hour, her interest faded further, and the boredom had become unbearable by the time they reached the sixth hour of searching.

"Good Lord, are they still looking? This is such a waste of footage," Azure complained.

She thought the investigation could have been more engaging if it were at least exciting. She imagined the group analyzing clues like in a mystery show—or even better, having their search disrupted by infighting and interpersonal conflict. Instead, the four women moved from room to room, splitting up and searching for anything resembling a key or door with no fanfare. Even the usually vocal Lauren remained silent the entire time.

"You already walked past the entrance four hours ago, you morons!" Azure yelled at the screen, feeling like she was watching a remarkably oblivious Let's Player. "For god sake! Stop looking behind bookshelves! IT'S NOT BEHIND A FUCKING BOOKSHELF!"

She tossed a handful of pencils across the office and leaned back in her chair, her face buried in her hands. She was so disappointed in everyone. The day would end without anyone trying to seduce Levi at this rate. Were these girls brain-dead?

"Tomoko, you better not mess tonight up," Azure seethed.

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Olivia Booker

Olivia glared at the clock, her bare foot tapping rhythmically against the tiled floor as her unease rose. The minute hand hovered shy of 5:00, meaning she would shrink again any moment.

"This is temporary. You have a way to reverse it now," Olivia reminded herself as she paced across her room, clad only in her top and underwear. "You just need to get through two more of these."

She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. 'You got this.'

As the breath slowly escaped her lungs, a shiver coursed through her body, sending a ripple of suspense. The transformation had begun, and she could feel it awakening deep within her.

His waist constricted, drawing nearer to her ribcage, creating a striking silhouette. At the same time, her hips and ass expanded, curving outward and making her hourglass figure pronounced to almost cartoonish degrees. Her black locks gradually became a chestnut brown before lightening to a stunning golden blonde. Finally, her already heavy makeup became even more pronounced, her eyeshadow taking on a purple hue.

"Fuck!" she swore as she walked towards the mirror, yet her usually harsh tone couldn't go beyond a high-pitched coo. As she saw her reflection, she swore once more.

"It's getting faster."

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Levi Summers

Levi sat alone in the dimly lit theater of his tower, his finger hovering uncertainly over the remote. He had returned to his sanctuary after being unable to find any of the other contestants, which concerned him after so many hours. He, in particular, wanted to talk to Sophia again.

He clutched the remote in his hand, aware that it held the power to reveal their exact whereabouts. Azure had demonstrated on his first day that he had a nonstop camera feed of all of his girls, which he could access from this theater.

It was only now, after returning to his tower, that he hesitated. 'This is a slippery slope,' he thought, realizing how easily he could exploit this never-ending surveillance. How long until he began watching them in the shower or whenever they pleasured themselves? The show had already made him the center of their universes. At the very least, they deserved privacy when they could get it.

'Isn't it a bit late to worry about their privacy?' his internal monologue asked. 'Didn't you already watch Ms. Wolf's DVD?'

He gazed at the AV equipment in the back of the theater, where he knew his old teacher's media still resided. "That was different. That DVD was about my own history. She was just a part of it," he said aloud.

As he considered this, a new curiosity about the other videos consumed him. Experiencing an entirely alternate version of his life had been indescribable. What other universes existed? Did he truly want to know? Perhaps, but he knew that there was one universe above all the others he needed to explore. Yet, another part of him knew it was not a good idea.

'Do I need more reason to hate Ji-Woo?' he thought, fury surging at the idea. He had barely been able to control himself with Ji-Woo earlier. The slightest extra fuel might make him go over the edge on her.

"You're fucking lucky Sophia is here, you bitch!" he muttered.

He leaned back in his chair, letting the seat cradle him as he closed his eyes to find peace. He only noticed now how quiet the theater was, a welcome reprieve from the nonstop noise of the past week. The darkness enveloped him like a blanket, soothing his racing mind and quieting his thoughts. He slowly sank deeper into relaxation, oblivious that he was drifting off to sleep.

DING DONG

Levi jolted awake, confused by the sound of the doorbell. Who would be here for him? His date wasn't until...

He jumped to his feet, realizing what had happened. He ran up the aisle and out of the theater into the Towers' main hall. With a sense of dread, he saw on the clock that it was 7:00, his date time.

The boy wasn't ready, still in his T-shirt and jeans. He considered whether he should change before a second ring of the doorbell made him dismiss that option.

Levi sprinted down the stairs into the living room and swung the door open. "I'm so sorry, I completely lost track of time," he apologized. However, before he could offer more excuses, his brain stopped dead at the sight in front of him.

A Japanese goddess of beauty stood before him, gracefully wrapped in a flowing kimono adorned with intricate layers. Her warm smile radiated kindness and allure, capturing his attention entirely.

"Hi, dude," Tomoko greeted.

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