Twister

As Jenny and Eric were on their date, four others were sitting in a small room watching Isla with a mixture of boredom and fear.

"Hello, dear friends." Isla began.

"Not your friends." Valerie interjected.

Isla gave her a stern look, then went back to smiling. "Hmm, as I was saying, friends, you must be wondering why I invited you here tonight."

"Invited? It sounded pretty much like an order." Valerie interrupted again.

"Nonsense. This event is totally optional. You can all go back to your rooms, or do whatever you were going to do tonight."

"Really? Ok, peace." Said Valerie as she started to leave. They were in a room off the great hall. The four of them, Valerie, Marcos, Stephanie and Beatriz, had been invited here on Jenny's date night by a member of the crew.

"Of course dear, I just thought you might be interested in winning some BP, since you four didn't get any in the popularity poll. Unless you'd prefer to spin the wheel like Marcos?

Valerie paused, she supposed it was worth finding out what this contest was.

"Very good. Now this is a very simple game. Hopefully you've all played Twister before. This is just like that, no 'twist' at all. Oh. Well just one tiny little twist. You must compete in an official Harem Hotel brand bikini. I've got one for each of you here." She gestured to a rack with bikinis hanging on it.

"I will spin for each of you and you'll make your moves one at a time. If you fall, you lose. No cheating, if you push someone else, you lose. Any questions?" Nobody spoke up so she continued. "Excellent. Ok so here is what you are playing for, 1st place gets 2000BP, 2nd place gets 1000BP, and all of you get to keep those sexy new bikinis." Isla finished with a grin.

"Fine, I'm in." Said Valerie. The others all agreed. Marcos was a bit worried about rubbing against everyone wearing a bikini, but felt he needed the BP and so it would be worth it.

"Excellent. There are changing rooms though there." pointing to another door.

Marcos felt very self conscious in this tiny bikini. It was bright yellow and he felt nearly naked. Still, he wanted those BPs, and his new body might actually be good at this.

Stephanie thought she owned this exact one at home, she felt totally confident in her body and thought her fitness level put her way ahead of her competition.

Beatriz sighed. She never wore bikini's. She didn't feel naturally curvy so she always relied on dressing up to impress. This left little to the imagination. She was tempted to just give up now. She lost nothing by refusing. She was the tallest one here, which meant the longest reach yes, but also took up the most space. Well, she thought, nothing ventured nothing gained and put it on.

Valerie cringed when she saw the bikini set aside for her. She loved showing off some skin, and her money, in designer bikinis. However, this felt like plastic, the stitching was terrible. It looked like it was from the dollar store. It even had a tacky HH logo which looked like it was about to peel off. Oh well, she thought, it's just for this one game.

With all the girls ready Isla began to call out. The game started off slowly with each girl trying to stay away from the others. As the calls kept coming it became harder to stay apart.

They had been playing for about ten minutes when Beatriz had her first issue. Isla called out left hand green but the closest greens were already taken. She really had to stretch and twist past the others to reach one, putting herself off balance.

Isla then called right leg red for Marcos. He couldn't reach just sticking his foot out, he had to twist his body around so his bum was in the air and then slide under Beatriz to reach it.

Then Valerie had to reach under Beatriz to touch a blue circle. She was feeling confident at this point. The giant was already getting tired and no way she'd lose to the puny Marcos. Stephanie seemed to be the real threat here.

Stephanie felt great. She could see Beatriz starting to shake, the downward dog position getting to hard for her. She was right above Marcos, so when Beatriz fell, Marcos would too. Even Valerie was at risk from Beatriz falling with her hand underneath her. With Stephanie's next move she could put some pressure on her. She was mindful not to cheat and push but she moved so that her chest was now pressing down on Valerie's back.

Stephanie had been right about Beatriz. Her arms were going to give out. She just needed Isla to give her a way out. Unfortunately the next call was left arm green again. Her only choice was to stretch even further. She knew if she fell she'd take Marcos down too. She didn't want to do that to him. She looked at the other two. If she fell just right….

Down she went, right past Marcos and into Stephanie and Valerie. The three went down in a heap.

"That's like totally not fair. She did that on purpose." Stephanie was the first one up and complained immediately.

"I fell, that's the game." Beatriz defended herself.

"She's right Stephanie. If she had just tired to push you I might agree, but she was reaching for that far circle, so it's fair play. Congratulations Marcos. You are the winner. Stephanie you get second place.

Marcos 0 BP -> 2000BP

Stephanie 0 BP -> 1000 BP

Marcos couldn't believe it. Beatriz had given him the win, but now he had another issue. He had watched the three women crash into each other in those tiny bikinis, he'd seen their breasts bouncing and he started to get a bit excited. Then Valerie stood up, her bikini top had failed under the stress and was lying on the ground. She hadn't noticed yet and Marcos stared at her bare breasts. His arousal was building fast now. Valerie finally noticed and shrieked and covered herself. Marcos was in trouble. In his old body he would be at full mast now, but instead he felt his new pussy pulsing with need.

"Wait, where did my underwear go?" He heard Stephanie ask from the change room. The others checked and couldn't find theirs either. Marcos was too flustered to even look. He just grabbed his clothes in a pile and left, not bothering to get dressed.

Back in his room he ran straight to the shower and got in. He turned the water on cold and tried to calm himself down. It didn't work on course. Now he was freezing and he still felt the overwhelming need in his pussy. He slid off his bikini bottoms and tentatively stroked his labia. He hadn't touched himself yet. It felt wrong, like it was someone else's body. Except it wasn't, it was all him and his desire was burning him up. He plunged a finger into himself and started furiously rubbing trying to get off. He felt more pleasure than he ever felt from masturbation as a man but still could not orgasm. It was hard to think, he needed to cum so badly. He needed someone to help. He turned off the water and dried himself off. He went back to the room and tried to dress but there were no underwear in any of his drawers. He unconsciously started to touch himself again. There was a knock at the door. He pulled his hand away and wrapped the towel around himself and went to answer it.

Beatriz was there. "Marcos are you ok? You just ran away. You looked flushed, are you sick?" She asked with concern in her voice.

"No, I'm sorry. It's my temporary transformation. Got aroused. Can't cum. I'm so horny I can barely think."

Beatriz looked at him worried. She was afraid of this. In his old body this would have been easy, she'd already be on her knees taking care of him. But could she really help now?

"Ok, go lie on the bed. Let me help you." She said, guiding him to the bed. She pulled the towel off and stared at his naked body. She could see the moisture gleaming on his pussy. She closed her eyes and tried to will herself down, but she couldn't do it. She wasn't gay and just couldn't bring herself to do it. "I'm so sorry Marcos I can't do it." She started to cry.

"It's ok Bea. I get it. I wouldn't want to suck a cock either. It's just a few more days. I will just have to deal." He said, even as his hand found his clit and he started to rub again.

"Stay here, I have an idea. I'm going to get help." Beatriz got up and ran for the door. She ran all the way to Stephanie and Jenny's room. Jenny had mentioned a horde of sex toys.

She found Stephanie sitting in bed, lying much as Marcos had been, with her hand between her own legs, moaning in pleasure.

Beatriz stared at her, watching her chest heaving, unable to move.

Stephanie opened her eyes and saw Beatriz in the entryway. She screamed and grabbed the blanket and pulled it over herself. "Like, oh em gee, what are you doing? I'm totes busy." She yelled. That was weird, thought Stephanie, why is she talking that way?

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking. Your door just slides open and where to knock and oh my god I'm so sorry."

"Wuteva. Why are you here?" Stephanie huffed. She finally had the room to herself with Jenny away and she was so close when Beatriz interrupted. Now though she was concerned about her speech, what was going on?

"Marcos. His transformation. He needs to orgasm but can't do it himself. I tried but I couldn't do it. I thought maybe I could if I used a vibrator…."

Stephanie sighed. "Oh. Duh. Ya. Take whatever you need and like get out."

Beatriz stood outside the door, clutching a wand vibrator. Ok Bea, you can do this, she thought. For Marcos. She opened the door, Marcos was still lying in bed, eyes closed, fingers pumping.

She steeled herself and approached the bed. She held out the wand a flicked it on and heard it hum to life. Marcos didn't seem to notice her as she lowered the wand to his sex, but the moment it touched he screamed pure pleasure. She held it there and he started to cum again and again and again.

Orgasm +4VP

Orgasm +4VP (-1 for repeat performance)

Orgasm +4VP (-2 for repeat performance)

Orgasm +4VP (-3 for repeat performance

Orgasm +4VP (-4 for repeat performance)

Beatriz 0 -> 10 VP

When it was over Marcos lay in bed, soaked in sweat. He no longer felt any arousal, just an aches from his performance.

"Bea, thank you. Thank you so much." Marcos whispered.

Beatriz just nodded. She looked at the petit nude Asian woman and wondered, could she really continue their relationship?

That night as everyone else was sleeping Stephanie stood in the great hall. She was staring at the slot machine. Marco's transformation was manageable right? Besides If she got eliminated, who cared what transformations she got. It might be worth it. Then again, maybe she still had a chance another way. Eventually she made her way back to her own room, and went to sleep.