Time for a Change!

Obsidian reappears in the room with her usual flare. Looking at the women standing around staring at her she smirks.

“Alright wenches back to your seats now.”

With a snap of her fingers the collars force the girls to sit but they don’t silence them this time. Letting Roxie’s grumbles be heard. Obsidian then turns to Drew with the warm smile she always gives him.

“As for you my Master, if you will allow me, I will have your leftover food and drinks sent to your room, where they will be perfectly preserved, until you choose to indulge in them once more.”

Drew gives Obsidian a, slightly less hesitant than before, nod.

“That sounds good to me.”

Obsidian’s smile widens a little more, happy to see Drew getting more comfortable with saying what he wants. With another snap the food and drinks are re-sealed in their lava orbs as the table sinks into the ground before disappearing. She then addresses her children.

“Melty you stay here with me and the rest of you little cuties join the rest of your brothers and sisters across the island for the roles you have been assigned this season.”

Melty floats to his mama’s side with his usual enthusiasm while the rest of the lava imps fly up to her in a line. Each gives her a kiss on the cheek and an excited “Sea ya mama!”, all of them then wave enthusiastically at Drew before flying out the top of the volcano. Once her children have left, she turns to the cameras with a flourish of her arms as they all turn back on.

“Welcome back my lovely audience. It has been five days since we last saw each other, and all your votes have been tallied. But before we get to the results, I would just like to say thank you for all the wonderful feedback you have given the season so far, and I don’t just mean the ones that had nothing but praise and kind words either. The complimentary ones, the one’s with inquisitive questions, and even the ones with constructive criticisms, they all help me learn and grow even after all these years.”

Obsidian wipes a tear of lava from her eye with a fond smile, choosing to ignore Roxie’s gagging noises for now.

“Now with that said let’s see how our polls went, shall we. To start us off we have the “Worst” Girl poll, and I must say the results were somehow both predictable and surprising at the same time. First off, the one with the least number of points, and therefore also the winner of the title: “Best” of the Worst Girls, with an amazingly low 29 points, is Brianna.”

Brianna points at herself with a surprised look on her face.

“They think I’m the least bad?”

Roxie rolls her eyes next to her but keeps her insults to herself now that Obsidian is right in front of them. Obsidian giggles at Brianna’s shock.

“Yes, it seems the audience saw something in you that these other women severely lack. And since you ranked 6th in the first poll, you also get an extra prize. You get the normal 3000 BP prize for ranking 6th, but for “losing” the poll this round it will be doubled for a total of 6000 BP.”

Obsidian then turns from the still processing Brianna and smirks at the other girls down the line.

“As for the rest of you, there were some predictable results and one that was a… little surprising. And here they are.”

Obsidian slaps her hands together before spreading them apart as a surge of gleaming obsidian, rubies, and volcanic ash leaves her now open palms and forms the scoreboard.

“Worst” Girl Poll Results

1st Place: 114 Points - Roxie +500(x0) BP = 0 BP

2nd Place: 98 Points - Sarah +500(x2) BP = 1000 BP

3rd Place: 88 Points - Camila +500(x3) BP = 1500 BP

4th Place: 77 Points - Yuzhu +500(x4) BP = 2000 BP

5th Place: 44 Points - Catherine +500(x5) BP = 2500 BP

6th Place: 29 Points - Brianna +500(x12) BP = 6000 BP

Roxie’s vision goes red upon seeing the results.

“What the fuck is this bullshit?!”

Camila speaks up next.

“Yes, how on earth did we get ranked so high, but the one who ran Drew over, and in your words, would have killed him without your intervention get ranked so low?”

Catherine rolls her eyes with a huff at Camila’s stupid question.

“Because it was his fault for not getting out of the way, duh! And the audience totally got that, so the people at home were never going to name me the worst girl, obvi! Though I don’t why they didn’t say I was the best one!”

Catherine looks in a random direction where she thinks one of the hidden cameras might be and lets out a flirty giggle while giving a seductive wink.

“That’s okay though, I know I can be pretty intimidating! Just make sure to vote me “best” next time instead of the ghetto slut, okay Daddies!”

Brianna was snapped out of her daze upon hearing Catherine.

“I swear to god you Barbie doll reject, if you call me ghetto one more time, I am going to throttle you!”

Catherine rolls her eyes at Brianna’s threat and Obsidian covers her mouth with a giggle.

“Alright you whores, settle down, remember to save your fighting for later so we can get past the intro. And to answer the question, while everyone agreed what she did was pretty deserving of the “worst” girl title most felt she was too braindead to hold entirely accountable. You know more like a snobby, but stupid, dog than a maliciously evil person."

Catherine’s eyes widen as she starts sputtering while Roxie and Yuzhu smirk and Brianna outright laughs.

“Br-braindead?!”

Obsidian nods with overtly fake sympathy, but before she can say anything Roxie jumps in again.

“Yeah, yeah people think she’s dumber than dirt. But more importantly, WHY DO I HAVE ZERO BP!”

Obsidian turns and gives Roxie a pitying look.

“Oh no, you’re brainless as well. Don’t you know basic math, anything multiplied by zero is still zero.”

Up on his throne Drew smiles a little at that as Roxie grunts in annoyance.

“I know the math! Why did I get a zero modifier instead of a one modifier?!”

Obsidian closes her eyes and puts her hand to her chin in mock thought for a second before opening her eyes with “realization” as she lowers her hand.

“Oh, silly me, did I forget to tell you all that the Worst Girl also gets no BP in the first round? Must have slipped my mind.”

Roxie growls but Obsidian presses on.

“Anyways we are starting to get a little distracted, so my last note for the “Worst” Girl poll is, that you are an INCREDIBLY lucky woman, Sarah. While you, Roxie, and Camila were always in the running for Worst Girl, YOU are the only one that took the first-place spot away from Roxie, even if it was only for a moment. So yes, while the audience absolutely despises Roxie the most, you are a very close second.”

Roxie starts mumbling under her breath about losers who don’t know greatness when they see it, while Sarah sits more rigidly coldly staring at the smiling host. Seeing that was all she was going to get out of the two, the host continues on.

“With all of that out of the way let’s get to the part I know everyone at home is dying for.”

Obsidian throws out her hands and the scoreboard changes from the “Worst” Girl poll to form the word “Transformation!”. Obsidian waves her hand again and below the newly formed word the name “Brianna Washington” forms as said woman reluctantly walks forward at Obsidian’s beckoning.

“We’ll start things off with our least worst girl and save our official Worst Girl of Round One for last. Brianna, I think you and the Master will be very happy with the result as 44.4% of the audience chose “Loose Lips Raise Ships” as your Transformation.”

1. Loose Lips Raise Ships: Brianna had trouble being honest with the Master, it led to their marriage failing and caused her to lash out and hurt him. So, we will fix that issue. With this TF Brianna will lose her ability to lie to her Master, when asked a question by the Master she will have to answer as honestly as possible. Let’s see if we can’t bring this sinking ship back to the surface. [Repressed]

The obsidian collar on Brianna sinks into her neck visibly disappearing as it merges with her. Brianna shudders a little as it does and instinctively touches her neck but otherwise feels unchanged. Seeing her look of confusion Obsidian turns to Drew with a smile.

“Well Master, would you like to test it?”

Brianna looks up at Drew with worry, scared of what he might make her say in front of the other women here, while up on the throne Drew is also worrying about this.

What should I ask? There are a lot of things I WANT to ask. “Why did you divorce me?” “Did you really sabotage my chances of being with anyone else because you still loved me?” or “Do you still love me?”.

Drew shakes his head quickly to clear away those thoughts as Obsidian waits with a patient smile.

But as much as I want to ask those types of questions I don’t want to ask her in front of the other women, I know this audience will still be watching but just… not them. So, I think I’ll ask.

“What was the most embarrassing thing, not trauma related, to ever happen to you?”

Obsidian giggles behind her hand while Brianna has a large blush as she knows exactly what’s about to leave her lips.

“In High School I really wanted to wear these cute pair of jeans that were way past fitting me anymore. I finally got my ass in them and went to school, I was walking into class when my beltloop got caught on the door handle and my barely holding on pants completely ripped, exposing me and my panties to the entire class.”

Yuzhu and Catherine laugh at the story, making Brianna’s face redder as Roxie groans in annoyance.

“Really, you can make her admit to anything and like a limp dick lo- Mmph! Hurk!”

Roxie is cut off as the tentacle gag covers her mouth and invades her throat. Everyone’s eyes turn to a sweetly smiling Obsidian.

“That’s enough out of you. Alright, sit back down Brianna, you did your part. Catherine, get up here or I will make you.”

Brianna sits back down as Catherine gets up with a roll of her eyes, once Catherine is by Obsidian the host carries on.

“Now originally “SugaryBaby” was the front runner in your poll, but then, despite their low opinion on your intelligence, they had decided that you had the right idea for your TF. That’s right the winning pick was “My Actions Have Consequences?” with 50% of the vote.”

2. My Actions Have Consequences?: Catherine was never taught about personal responsibility or consequences. So, what if she suddenly starts holding herself accountable. With this TF every time Catherine wrongs someone, she will start to feel an immense sense of guilt. The guilt will consume her more and more until she feels she has properly repented. How much she has to do to repent will be based around how wronged the injured party actually feels. Like say, Catherine hitting someone with her car, a hit that technically would have killed him had we not intervened, would require something BIG to repent. [Regret]

Catherine gains a smug grin on her face.

“Obviously, cause the handsome men at home understand I am beauty AND brains!”

Obsidian gives the girl a patronizing smile.

“Of course they do. But before I apply this Transformation, a quick disclaimer. This TF will only affect her in terms of things she has done and will do to the Master and other contestants. I clarify this because it would cause some problems if it caused her to spiral for people that are not even here for her to repent to. Because if the audience thinks she is braindead now, they should see what three days of constantly growing guilt from this TF, for all her harmful actions in life, does to a person.”

Next to her Melty morphs his body into a Catherine’s head, but instead of normal like the others he has changed into, this one is twitching, with glassy eyes, messy hair, with a trail of drool coming out of the corner of her mouth. The horrifying copy of Catherine’s visage is muttering “I’m sorry” repeatedly in a broken voice. Melty stays like this for a few more quiet seconds before morphing back with a mischievous giggle that Obsidian smiles at before pointing at him.

“That is what it does to a person.”

Catherine shakes off her bout of fear and confidently says.

“Well, that wouldn’t happen to me anyway because I’ve never done anything to say sorry for, so there!”

Obsidian rolls her eyes and snaps her fingers and Catherine’s collar merges into her body. The room is silent as they wait to see how it affects Catherine, for a second nothing happens when suddenly a spark of realization is seen in the girl’s eyes. Slowly her face contorts into one of panic, and she grabs her hair with both hands.

“Oh God. Oh God! OH GOD! I hit you with my car; I fucking hit you with my car! If she didn’t save you, you would be dead! You would be dead because, I KILLED you!”

Catherine’s head snaps up with tears running down her face, ruining her makeup in the process.

“PLEASE! How can I make it up to you?! I’ll do anything you want! ANYTHI-!”

Catherine’s rants are cut off as she enters a mindless state and marches back to her seat and sits in it calmly while Obsidian wipes her hands.

“That’s enough of that.”

An uncomfortable silence lingers in the room for a second before Brianna breaks it, with Camila, Sarah, and Yuzhu jumping in immediately after her.

“What the fuck was that?!”

“I thought you said the guilt would grow!”

“If it can grow beyond that you’re going to break the girl faster than three days!”

“If you messed up applying an easy mental change like the bimbo’s, how badly are you going to fuck up applying mine?!”

“Hey?”

Hearing Drew trying to speak over the noise Obsidian silences the still yelling women to make sure he can be properly heard. She then turns her full attention to him.

“You have a question, Master?”

Drew hesitates for a second, wondering if this will get a bad reaction from the host, still not fully trusting that her patience and kindness towards him wasn’t conditional.

“Is she going to be okay? That was a lot and I don’t want her doing anything too drastic.”

Obsidian smiles warmly at the question, this is why she prefers kind Masters that have a strong dark side to them as opposed to purely evil and purely good Masters. Once you unlock their darker urges, they can be the kindest Master to their slaves that earn it, while being the harshest to the slaves that need reminding of their place. Would picking purely evil Masters make it easier to achieve the perfect endings to her brand of seasons and have prevented her recent string of failed seasons? Sure, but that would negate the purpose of her seasons. Turning the most beaten down powerless people into the ultimate Masters and bringing down those despicable people that played a part in beating them down.

“She will be fine Master; she will still feel a strong sense of guilt when she awakens but won’t be in immediate hysterics. That was just the result of someone who has never felt an ounce of guilt once in her life being assaulted with the level of guilt most people would feel having run someone over. Now do keep in mind she can eventually reach that level again if she feels as if she has made no progress on repenting for her sins.”

Drew relaxes a little knowing she won’t immediately do something she can’t take back upon waking up. Seeing Drew calmer again Obsidian pushes on.

“Next up is everyone’s favorite Nepo bitch, Yuzhu.”

Yuzhu is forced to march forward to stand next to Obsidian.

“Now before I give you and the other girls their voices back, are you ready to behave again?”

Yuzhu and the others nod, including Roxie, who has been breathing through her nose after calming down. With a smirk Obsidian returns their voices, but much to a Roxie’s anger, leaves the gag on her.

“Now Yuzhu your poll was an especially tight race; in fact, your last place TF was only about 11% less than your winning TFs.”

Yuzhu takes a second to process Obsidian’s words before her red eyes widen causing Obsidian to giggle and continue talking before Yuzhu can say anything.

“That’s right, with both gaining 37% of the vote, “Demoted to Secretary” and “Riches to Rags” won the vote. And before you ask there is no redoing the vote, you just get both.”

1. Demoted to Secretary: Yuzhu loved that she got to rub the promotion, that she stole, in the face of the Master by ordering him around like a lowly grunt. Well, we think it’s time the Master got the promotion he deserved and every CEO needs a good secretary. With this TF Yuzhu will become the personal secretary for the Master. She will always wake up one hour before him and be forced to make a daily schedule for him. She will also prepare him a cup of coffee that she will patiently wait outside his door to give him. After that she will be at his beck and call with a cellphone, that she can’t get rid of, that only has the Master’s number. When the Master calls she will drop everything to do it right away, even leave the shower nude to save time on getting there. Anytime her work is unsatisfactory to the Master, she will instinctively know it and will feel a growing sense of anxiety until she apologizes and does the job to his satisfaction. [Servant]

2. Riches to Rags: All of Yuzhu’s behavior can’t blamed on her entirely, her parents did her no favors by spoiling her and teaching her to treat “The Poors” like less than trash. Well do we have a solution! With this TF we won’t change Yuzhu’s past, instead she’ll gain a second set of memories from her life in another timeline. This second version of her grew up well below the poverty line. This version of her learned kindness, compassion, and a good work ethic from life and her parents. These two sides will fight in her head for dominance, the rich version being stronger between 5 am and 2 pm, with the poor version being stronger between 2 pm and 11 pm. [Poverty]

Yuzhu’s face pales like a ghost before turning beet red as her anger beats out her shock.

“Of all the stupid, immature shit! I won’t stand for this you hear me!”

Obsidian looks at the fuming girl with an amused smile as she snaps her fingers and the collar on Yuzhu’s neck merges into her skin and the girl goes rigid. All her expensive jewelry starts disappearing off her, her black designer purse is replaced with a cheaper tan one, her expensive makeup changes to a more affordable brand and is applied lighter than it was before. To top it off her tailor-made suit, that cost her more than most make in their lifetime, is changed into a white button-down blouse while the pants change into a black miniskirt.

Before Yuzhu has a chance to adjust to this change the second Transformation kicks in. Her mind feels like it’s tearing itself apart as the memories of this second version of her makes room for itself in her head. When it finally slots itself in Yuzhu blinks as awareness returns to her.

“What just happened?”

Yuzhu pauses at the unfamiliar textures touching her skin. Looking down at herself she lets out a shriek.

“What the fuck am I wearing?! Do you know how much that all cost?! I could buy every single person in this room twice over! And this skirt, I look like a trashy porn parody of a secretary!”

Obsidian stares at the girl yelling, with amusement.

“Well, I figured all those expensive things were a little beyond your means now that you are Master’s secretary. Also, as fun as it is to listen to you screech, I would like to show the Master and the audience what it looks like when the other you is the one driving the car.”

Before Yuzhu can say anything, else Obsidian snaps her fingers and Yuzhu’s entire demeanor changes. She gains a more worried and timid look as her body language shifts to match.

“Wh-Where am I? What’s happening?”

Yuzhu looks up and sees a familiar face up on a throne looking uneasy. Upon seeing Drew, the fear in her eyes lessens a little as if him just being here is source of minor comfort.

“Mr. Mason? Is that you, do-do you know where we are and what’s going on? I was just in my family’s store; we got a shipment of that soda you really like so I was setting some aside for you and now I’m here.”

Yuzhu than freezes up as she finally notices Obsidian off to the side of her, she starts to let out a shriek of fear when she’s frozen in place by Obsidian.

“Don’t worry Master, this was just a preview, by time you see this side of her again both versions of her will have had time to adjust to the new memories.”

Drew looks at Yuzhu’s frozen expression of fear and can’t help but think how out of place it looks on her face from all his memories of her. He does have a question he needs answered though.

“Um, she seemed to know me still, and she looked like she felt a little safer once she saw I was here. What type of relationship do I have with this other version of Yuzhu?”

Obsidian smiles pleasantly at the Master and shakes her head in amusement.

“With infinite universes and infinite timelines, we simply found a version of her that was sweet, kindhearted, and financially poor, but also knew you. As for exactly what type of relationship you two have, well that is something I would prefer you ask her. Spoilers do tend to suck the fun out of things, isn’t that right Master?”

Drew nods absentmindedly.

I guess it wouldn’t be very polite to pry into the life of a Yuzhu who hasn’t done anything to me.

Obsidian accepts the conversation is over and places the frozen Yuzhu in her seat. Before she unfreezes her, she makes sure to let the rich Yuzhu take back control since it is still pretty early in the morning in this dimension. Though she also makes sure to mute her since Rich Yuzhu was still mid-shriek. Obsidian was proven right to do so as Yuzhu immediately starts silently screaming and ranting upon being unfrozen. Obsidian forces a glaring Camila to stand by her.

“Alright let’s keep this show going, shall we. Next up is everyone’s least favorite officer of the law, Camila.”

Camila growls at the last comment.

“Just get on with it already.”

Obsidian leans down and whispers in Camila’s ear.

“Oh, I will, trust me.”

Standing back to her full height like nothing happened the host continues.

“Well with a solid 44% of the vote, “Cops and Robbers” was the clear winner.”

2. Cops and Robbers: Camila has spent her entire career as an officer arresting people for the smallest infractions so she could feel powerful. Well now she will be the one on the run from the law. With this TF anytime she does something that hurts or inconveniences the Master, the two nearest harem members will go into Cop Mode. They will hunt Camila down until they catch her or curfew hits, upon catching her they will restrain her and drag her to the Master. Once they do that, they won’t let her go until she serves the “sentence” the Master gives her. (Additional note: The harem members in Cop Mode will be teleported to their rooms at curfew and avoid punishment. Camila will still be punished if she remains outside of her room at curfew.) [Criminal]

Camila lets out a mild sigh of relief, seeing it wasn’t the option she truly despised. Her moment of relief fades when she sees the large saccharine smile on Obsidian’s face.

“But you see, I decided I just couldn’t deny you the kids you always dreamed of, so I’m using my veto to ADD “Dad Who Stepped Up” to you this round.”

Camila looks at Obsidian with panic in her eyes.

“You can’t do that! And wouldn’t making me love him make it so I never activate the cop TF?! I thought you said you don’t use your veto to overrule the audience; you might as well be if you choose to do this! I me-!”

Camila’s voice is stolen from her once more as Obsidian looms over her.

“Now who said I was overruling the audience? I’m certainly not, in fact I’m using some criticism this one received to make it fit with the one they voted for.”

3. Dad Who Stepped Up%20%5BWife%5D) : Addendum for audience eyes only: Many weren’t happy with how fast it altered Camila from supreme bitch to doting wife, so let’s fix that! Similar to “Riches to Rags” this will create a separate set of memories of the life mentioned in this TF. However, instead of growing stronger the later the day gets, this one will be affected by “Cops and Robbers”. The second set of memories will start small, so small that Camila won’t notice them at first, but every time she is apprehended by the “Cops” the memories will grow stronger. By time the memories are strong enough for Camila to notice, well, that’s when the REAL fun begins.

Obsidian then snaps her fingers and the collar merges into Camila’s skin, she then dismisses the still muted woman, who is forced back to her seat. Obsidian looks up at Drew with a playful smile.

“It will be a surprise for you too my Master. Though I could tell you now if you really want to know, but I was really hoping to let it be like a Christmas or birthday gift, where unwrapping it is half the fun.”

Drew thinks for a moment before giving a small nod.

“I’m okay with waiting.”

Obsidian’s smile widens.

“Thank you for granting my request Master, I know you will love the surprise."

She then brings up Sarah next who maintains an aura of indifference.

“Let’s just do this. I won’t give you whatever reaction you are hoping for, so you can save the theatrics.”

Obsidian puts a hand up to her cheek and looks at Sarah with a condescending smile.

“Look at you acting like a big girl, well let’s see how long you hold onto that feeling. Because just like you wanted you’re about to be the perfect teacher’s pet with “I Really Need An A” with a solid 47% of the vote.”

2. I Really Need An A: Sarah’s always taken pride in earning the good grades she got in school. But that’s no fun! With this TF Sarah will soon find a need to do anything to make the Master like her. Not because of a compulsion though. Because at the end of the round, before final VP calculation, the Master will grade Sarah’s performance during the entire round. Said grade will determine how much VP she loses or gains. Meaning a failing grade could leave her in the negatives at the end of the round. This TF will also de age Sarah by 34 years, to really sell the student teacher dynamic. She will also only be able to refer to the Master with titles like Sir, Mister, Professor, and Doctor. [Student]

As the collar merges into Sarah’s body, she begins to change. She shrinks a few inches and loses some of her tummy fat. The gray streaks in her hair fade away leaving pure blond strands, as the wrinkles on her face smooth out.

Inspecting her new de-aged body, she looks at the host with a single raised eyebrow, her face still blank.

“I had stopped growing before my 20’s so making me shorter seems like a weird choice. I also noticed that while you got rid of the leftover pregnancy weight in my stomach you decided to keep the extra weight I got from it in my breasts and butt.”

Obsidian giggles behind her hand at Sarah’s unimpressed look.

“Well even if you were being de-aged, I felt it would be a shame to lose all those wonderful curves that said age gifted you with. Honestly, you should thank me, without your curves I’m not sure what you could provide the Master with to earn your passing grade, seeing as your personality is such a dud.”

Sarah scoffs at that and begins walking back to her seat of her own volition. Obsidian turns to see if the Master has any comments about the change. He shakes his head at her, so she turns to the still gagged Roxie with a smirk.

“And now we move onto our official Worst Girl for the last contestant TF this round. Come on up here Roxie.”

Roxie grumbles around the gag and stands up, shivering as the tentacle in her throat got extra wiggly when she rose to her feet. Stomping over to the smirking Obsidian she stops a few feet from her. After a second of silence Obsidian giggles.

“What’s the matter Roxie, you’re not being your usual talkative self, octopus got your tongue.”

Roxie glares up unamused by Obsidian’s comments. Obsidian giggles again and then snaps her fingers causing the gag to disappear. As soon as it’s gone Roxie leans forward, putting her hands on her bent knees to steady herself and begins coughing up quite a bit of her own saliva mixed with tentacle slime. Once her throat is cleared, she takes a few big gasps of air before looking up at Obsidian with a cold fury.

“You’re a real bitch you know that?”

Obsidian’s smirk never leaves her face as she replies.

“Oh, I’ve been called MUCH worse, by people that mattered to me more than you could ever hope to. Regardless, if you haven’t forgotten, as the Worst Girl you get TWO TFs, so let’s get started right away. We’ll get your second-place TF out of the way so we can get to the one that the vast majority wanted you to have. For a single glorious day of voting, it looked like both of your least chosen TFs would tie for second place and you would end up with all three. But alas one managed to grab the silver medal for themselves, and that would be “Taking Orders” with 27% of the vote.”

3. Taking Orders: Roxie has been the top dog of The Venomous Pit Viper gang, barking out orders for years now. But we think it’s time she starts taking orders instead. With this TF Roxie will be forced to obey any orders given to her by the Master but also any harem member with more VP than her. [Bitch]

Roxie lets out a grunt of annoyance.

Goddamnit, I’m only getting this one because the little worms watching voted me “The Worst” causing me to end up with two. Which means even if I didn’t win the stupid popularity contest I was still going to get one I hate, all because those little shit stains watching this are a bunch of fucking babies and think I’m a “big meanie”.

Roxie rolls her shoulders to get some tension that she gained from all this annoying bullshit.

“Weird pervs who watch this stuff always drool over muscle mommies. So, they probably want me to also be afraid of the bitch on the throne to turn me into some submissive bodyguard or something, right?”

Roxie looks up at Obsidian and sees the widest grin she has seen on the host’s face since being here, Obsidian looks at her like the cat that ate the canary, making Roxie’s eyes widen a little. Obsidian raises her hand and snaps her fingers.

“Oh, you have got to be fuckin-!”

In that moment, as the collar merges into Roxie’s body, Obsidian throws her arms out in excitement and exclaims.

“That’s right my lovely audience, with a STRONG 59% of the vote, the winner is “Muscle Be Gone” so please enjoy the show, as we strip this bitch of everything she took pride in!”

2. Muscle Be Gone: Roxie has always taken pride in her muscles and the strength to harm others that they grant her. Well, we will put a stop to that! With this TF all of Roxie’s hard muscles will be replaced with soft curves. This will make her ass pillow out and increase her cup size. She will also have no way to restore her muscles as she will now struggle to run for more than 20 seconds and lifting a 15-pound weight will always feel like trying to lift a mountain. [Softening]

As Obsidian was saying all this, the mental change subtly applied itself before the physical transformation tears through her body. First, she feels her muscle definition fade away, years spent working out and fighting gone in an instant. Next her body starts filling out with soft cushiony fat, her cheekbones disappear under rounder cheeks, her stomach starts filling out as her arms and legs start softening. Then it happens, her thighs explode, her pants barley holding on, as her new massive tits, each probably as big as her head, explode out of her shirt, shredding it completely as they do. As the tattered remains of her shirt falls to the ground she tries to hide her chest, but her arms betray her and fold under them, lifting them up for people to see better. All she can do glare with an angry and embarrassed blush.

Presented Tits to Master: +7 VP

Forced by Host to do it Because She Annoyed Her: -7 VP

Roxie’s glare gets harder as her blush gets bigger as those alerts flash in everyone’s minds.

“What the fuck! First, you give me these fucking useless sacks of fat before making me show them to the bitch and I don’t even get any points from it! This shit is rigged!”

Obsidian leans down to get in Roxie’s face with her calmer smile back on her face.

“Well obviously it’s rigged, but whenever I force you to do something humiliating to punish you, it wouldn’t be much of a punishment if you also got points for it. And to answer the next question I see in your eyes, this was for all those gagging sounds when I was thanking the audience.”

Obsidian’s smile widens as she closes her eyes and tilts her head to side, the aura of dread she had made filling the space around the two again, causing Roxie to involuntarily shiver despite the sudden spike in the temperature as the lava that makes Obsidian’s hair glow hotter.

“Did you think I didn’t notice the disrespect you showed to my viewers and me during a genuine moment? Or did you think by not immediately responding I was letting it slide? You can insult me, the audience, and the Master all you want, you’re only hurting yourself by doing that. But interrupting a moment of sincerity between me and ANYONE, that won’t be tolerated, do you understand me?”

At the last part Obsidian’s eyes snap open, but instead of her normal eyes that look like a warm bonfire, they are deep searing white flames with flickers of black. Roxie’s breath hitches and she can’t help but feel like she’s staring directly into a growing supernova or the pits of Hell as she stares into the host’s eyes. Feeling that if she even breathes wrong, the flames will consume her. Roxie gulps, and nods nervously. Seeing her nod submissively Obsidian snaps back to a standing position, her eyes back to their normal color and her calm warm smile back on her face. As soon as she does Roxie feels her breathing returning to normal as the aura disappears and the temperature drops back to normal.

“Good! I’m glad we could come to an understanding.”

As Roxie catches her breath, she looks around the room and realizes none of the other people in the room are looking at Obsidian with fear. No, instead they were looking at her oddly as if they didn’t see what just happened.

Holy shit! Did she actually manage to keep all that power focused on me? I never felt so afraid in my life and no one else looks like they even felt that. I think I underestimated the level of power she possesses.

As Obsidian dismisses her back to her seat Roxie can’t help but lick her lips hungrily.

Now I KNOW I need this power for myself. I WILL have this power for myself!

Obsidian makes her way up to Drew on his throne with the usual warm look she gives him

“Now, as fun as it’s been punishing the horrid witches, I think it’s time we reward our Master.”

She reaches Drew, kneeling to be closer to his eye level and runs her hand through his hair comfortingly.

“Now Master, the audience has decided you need a way to punish AND reward your slaves, well reward the good ones at least. That’s right, with 51% of the vote “Carrot and Stick” is our winner.”

3. Carrot and Stick: We here on HH: Sins of the Father understand the effectiveness of the stick in dominating a slave. But we also know the occasional carrot works wonders too. With this TF the Master will be given nine cards at the start of the round that he can never lose. Six of these cards will be Punishment Cards, with the three remaining being Boon Cards. Once a round, the Master may apply a single one of these cards to the contestants, which they will keep until the start of the next round. The Master must assign a card to each contestant before the end of the round or one card will be randomly assigned to a contestant based on their VP level, for the entirety of the next round.

The crown on Drew’s head merges with his body, disappearing into his skull, as it does, he feels an added weight in one of his suit’s pockets. Reaching in he pulls out a small deck of nine cards; the back of the top card is black with a single ruby gem in the center. The cards are incredibly glossy, to the point that if he wasn’t holding them, he would think the card was made of real obsidian and rubies. He starts to draw the first card when Obsidian puts her hand on top of his. Looking up he sees her smiling down at him, the smile for a brief moment almost feels… motherly before he shakes that thought away.

“I know you must be excited to look at your new toys Master, but I would prefer you look through them in your room. Speaking of which.”

Obsidian stands back to her full height and makes her next announcement.

“It’s time to show you all where you will be staying, and in the case of you cunts, who you will be rooming with!”

The women, sans Catherine still in her mindless state., turn to look at each other before looking back up at the smiling host. While most of the women tiredly accept this, the still muted Yuzhu tries to yell about sharing a room with the riff raff, Obsidian promptly ignores her.

“You all will be paired up by your placement in the “Worst” girl poll, so these are the pairings.”

Brianna and Catherine

Yuzhu and Camila

Sarah and Roxie

“And since I’m not interested in any idiotic questions you might have about your room let’s get going.”

Obsidian than snaps her fingers and everyone in the room disappears in a flash of fire and ash.