Wake up, get up, get out there

"I can't believe I am a porn character!" Bianca said, flabbergasted.

"Yup." Hyppolita responded through a mouthful of popcorn. "And I still don't know what an RPG is." She said, resigned to her lack of knowledge.

The pair had just finished rewatching the episode that aired the night before. They were in Bianca's room, sitting on the beds and Hyppolita had a gigantic bucket of popcorn on her lap.

"Well... now we know all that happened yesterday. And we were able to see it with a bit more detail this time around. What do you want to watch next?" Bianca asked. She was wearing a comfortable sweatshirt top that was cut right under her breasts to show her midriff, as well as some fluffy boy shorts made of the same material. All of it pink, of course. "I still can't believe I am a porn character!"

"I mean, your description that appeared onscreen said you were part of a harem. And that you had a master or something, right?"

"He's my owner, yes. And I guess I'm part of his harem..." She answered, deflated and blushing, like someone who has a very obvious mistake pointed out to them. Hyppolita just gave her a knowing look and stuffed her mouth with popcorn again.

"Damn, this popped corn really is good! And people on your world really eat this every time you see movies?!" The redhead exclaimed, still impressed by the treat. She was wearing leather adventuring pants and boots, but her upper body consisted only of a red bikini top and a pendant with a closed gauntlet symbol resting atop her breasts.

A couple popcorns escaped her hands and landed right next to the pendant, and the warrior picked them up quickly before they entered her cleavage for good. "Oops, almost lost you for a second there, little guys."

"That reminds me, why are you even wearing a bikini top? I thought Chrissi reverted that change?" Bianca asked as she browsed the show's library, looking for their next watch.

"Oh, I don't have any compulsion to wear these things anymore, but Chrissi didn't erase them from my wardrobe, she just put my clothes back too." The half-angel said, as she picked up the last of the fallen popcorns from her cleavage and from her lap. "And, truth be told, plate armor isn't that comfortable to wear in a relaxed environment. I was an adventurer on the road for the last couple years and before that I was the formal servant of a god of war, so my wardrobe is full of functional and ceremonial armors, but not much else beyond that. Though I have to say, it does feel weird leaving this much skin exposed, makes me feel ****." She shivered with a frown as she explained. "But we are just watching some episodes of the show, so I didn't feel like a full armor would be appropriate."

Bianca felt it better to change the subject rather than focus on her new friend's vulnerabilities, and she didn't want to have a talk about wardrobes any time soon, considering her own changes and the many ways she didn't want to talk about them. As much as she wanted to know about her friend's past, she filed that question in for later, then asked:

"What do you want to watch next? There are a billion seasons of this show." Even though their list was filtered by a host's first appearance, the list still seemed never-ending. She stopped the cursor on a random host's first season of the show. "What do you think of this one? 'The magic of love.' Sounds a bit generic."

"Sure, go for it."

As Bianca pressed play, both girls were greeted by a tall and lanky man standing in an expansive lawn. He had a slightly but notably oversized magician's suit with a coat tail grazing the grass, a big cartoony top hat and a ridiculous wand that he waved around. With a big nose, thin pointy mustache and annoyingly nasal voice, he began the introduction of the show.

"... compete for a Master's favor! And it will all be presented right here on this channel, by me: The Amazing Magnum Cock!" Thunder rolled in the sky as Bianca paused the program.

"Ok, this guy is cheesy as hell. No offense."

"None taken."

More popcorn.

"How many seasons do you even think this guy stays for -- Oh my god he has 11 seasons and counting!" The black woman was momentarily struck silent as she read the program's details.

"We might as well check him out." Hyppolita said with a glint of curiosity in her eye. "Someone as corny as him getting that many seasons? He must be doing something right and we have to be able to spot any similar traits on Chrissi and be prepared for what comes with them. That's what we came here to do anyway."

"You're right. That's what we came here to do. Oh god, he's going to be so insufferable isn't he?"

Hyppolita just shrugged, as she grabbed yet another fist full of popcorn.

And with a groan, Bianca pressed play on the show.

***

Sunny sat at a desk, surrounded by books, but staring intently at her phone. Shortly after waking up today, the young girl had snuck out of the contestant lodging area and asked her phone for a rather specific destination she had in mind. After getting a quick morning snack at a random pretzel stall, the brunette had finally arrived at her destination: the local library.

As she entered it, it had taken her a not insignificant amount of time to avert her gaze from the all female staff, what with their cute glasses and sexy librarian style uniforms that emphasized their massive assets. After dragging enough processing power away from the “disaster lesbian” part of her brain to function, the nerd had asked one of the sexy librarians for a couple books on certain topics, and the woman, with an impressive mixture of upbeat yet quiet energy, had helped her gather everything she had been searching for. Along the way, Sunny couldn’t help but notice most of the books on display on the shelves were sex-related and ended up picking some of those as well.

And so, here she was, sitting at a table all by herself, surrounded by books on the most random themes, such as game show winning strategies, interdimensional travel, both fictional and theorized, hypnosis, psychology, astronomy, some fictional books she hadn’t managed to finish before coming here and, of course, a couple books detailing sexual positions, mostly for lesbians, but some for straight couples as well. These last ones were at the bottom of the pile, furthest away from her.

But Sunny wasn’t looking at any of them. She had a theoretical physics book laid open in front of her, but the woman only had eyes for the phone screen on top of it. You see, shortly after she began reading, the nerdy girl had an inkling in the back of her mind. She was in first place, she had the most points out of all the girls. That had to be worth something, right? She had taken her phone out and started browsing the shopping options and had quickly decided that most objects and transformations were not for her. Except for one so far. She was the only contestant that could afford it, not to mention the only one able to buy it, but it would take almost all her points at once, 25 out of the 30. An upgrade to her transformation that seemed almost too good to be true, if she were smart about using it. One on one, she would be unstoppable. Was this worth it? Worth the risk and worth the points?

“Hey Sunny.”

The nerd’s blood ran cold. Ariadne had snuck up on her and was sitting at the other side of the table, with her chair turned around and arms crossed over the back of it.

“Before you say anything, I wanted to apologize for yesterday.” Her tone was apologetic and soft, almost tender. “Cornering you on your door wasn't nice and I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

That startled the shy girl. The last thing she expected was an apology and, alongside the surprise of the rogue just _being _there, it had stunned her. The only thing she managed to meek out was:

“Ok… I’m saying I’m sorry.” Then she noticed what she actually had said. “I mean, you're saying you’re sorry. And I also said I’m sorry. For some reason. But you are…”

Ariadne laughed. Sunny thought it was a cute laugh.

“It’s ok, don’t worry about it.” Her smile managed to put the nerdy girl at ease. It even managed to make her blush a little bit. “There’s just one thing I wanted to ask you, though.”

“S-Sure, what is it?” How did she manage to do this? Going from startling me to being so sweet. The girl was impressed. And maybe something else too.

“I want to know what your powers are. And I want to know how I can use them to win this game.” Ariadne adopted a more serious tone now. She grabbed a book and began spinning it on the table. “Hypnosis huh? Can you control other people? It sure would have made some terrible irony for Chrissi to give you a transformation that **** you to obey others, wouldn’t it?”

“L-Look, I don’t want to talk about this, ok?” The shaking in her voice wasn’t from her awkwardness anymore, she was afraid of what the woman across from her might do, and she wouldn’t have a protector coming out of the shadows to save her this time. Since she didn’t tell anyone where she was going. Way to go, Sunny.

“An irony that could be used by anyone.” Ariadne just went on, seemingly unbothered by the other girl’s answer. “Anyone could tell you to do anything, and you’d quickly be a helpless pool of pleasure in their hands.” She shot Sunny a direct, intense look. “Let’s try this one more time.”

“No.” Sunny picked up her phone and shot up to her feet. Ariadne did the same just as fast, throwing her a threatening look. Sunny looked at her phone screen and clicked the ‘purchase’ button.

“Trying to call someone? They won’t reach you in time.” Ariadne threatened.

“Just stay away from me!” Sunny pushed the table into the rogue and bolted into a sprint towards the exit. The Arab woman reacted just as fast, but when she turned a corner to follow the girl, she hit one of the librarians head on, and both women fell to the ground, the rogue with her face buried in the other’s bosom.

“Shh! You two are making too much noise!” The librarian hissed.

Ariadne motioned to get up and restart her chase, the annoyance at her transformation taking a backseat. But she started to feel a tingling sensation all through her body, a feeling of pleasure that increased by the second. She didn’t need to follow Sunny, she felt just fine staying here, being away from her. And for the fraction of a second it had taken her to formulate that thought, the pleasure had increased a lot. She felt more relaxed than she had been in years, the more time passed, the better she felt. Ariadne just rested her head on the librarian’s breasts and let out a long, relaxed sigh that might have turned into a moan.

Meanwhile, Sunny desperately ran through the halls of the space station, hoping that she could find somewhere even more isolated than the library, praying that she didn’t find any of the other contestants. Her white knuckled hand was holding her phone, a phone whose screen showed a single message.

Successful purchase!

Upgrade: Mirror Master+ The window of time to reflect the effect(s) is extended. Additionally, the contestant can now induce her transformation on other harem members whenever she wants, but if she does so unprovoked, all harem members will grow a compulsion to activate her transformations for a short period of time, and they will be immune to Mirror Master while they do so.

***

Chrissi awoke with a yawn and stretched her arms out as much as she could. There was something she had to do. Something important. She opened her eyes and looked down at herself, her impressive boobs taking much of the view. She started massaging one of her nipples as her other hand went beneath the covers to pleasure her pussy… but that wasn’t it. One of her favorite bimbo things to do, masturbate in bed, wasn’t doing it for her. So what was it then?

She looked to her side, seeing her partner on the bed. A sleeping woman, almost a girl, really. Small in her size, but with tits and ass that could rival hers, and a cock so large it could keep her full for days. She moved to start sucking it… but that wasn’t it either. How could sucking cock feel so wrong?! She thought. It’s my favorite bimbo thing to do! And it solves almost all my problems too!

Even then, she had to do something quickly, and it wasn’t masturbation or sucking cock. What could it possibly be?!

She looked around her room. The big window showed the Earth bathed in sunlight, it was so pretty. Then her vision was pulled to a corner of the empty room. A tiara was thrown on the ground, with the light of the sun sparkling on its silver exterior. The shining sapphire at its center reflected the golden light, it mesmerized Chrissi, it called to her. She knew that was what she had to do. A couple words pulsed in her mind.

The headband of intellect. Put it on.

The bimbo lifted her covers and moved straight for the tiara. It was super important for her to put it on, she just knew it. Her naked bouncing body ran over to pick it up and, without waiting another second, immediately shoved it on top of her hair.

A pinging sensation covered her head as the headband took its effect. The woman groaned with pain and frustration at her rapidly expanding intellect. They really aren’t wrong when they say ignorance is bliss. Now she’s in charge, but annoyed all the time. It was still worth it, though, she was never going to risk her entire existence ever again, and the temporary annoyance and headaches were a small price to pay, but they were still there.

She sat on the chair and marveled at the view out her window as she waited for the headache to subside. She still couldn’t believe how lucky she had been to stumble upon this item while scouting one of many different worlds for contestants. It had been on Hyppolita’s world, on a rich man’s private collection, and like most things she had done, for as long as she could remember, Chrissi had slept with him for it. Well, technically not “for” it, she had taken it while he slept and bamfed out of there the minute she understood what it did. And it had been worth every single thing she had done a hundred times over.

Before that little incident, she honestly had been floundering. She had sucked countless dicks and licked countless pussies to escape her fate when she eventually found out she’d be replaced as assistant on Bimbo or Billionaire. In her tiny sex addled, distorted little brain, this alternative had sounded like the pinnacle of existence at the time: “a host of her own show!” Going from mere dumb assistant to presenter in front of the cameras, it had seemed so exciting. Of course, that was all before she found this tiny tiara and truly understood what she was getting into. Funny, now that she thought about it, the response to try and please all the producers as much as she could, just to receive the privilege of creating another season of television for them was probably just giving them exactly what they wanted. Maybe it had even been implanted in her head, in a way. Well, not anymore, she was her own master now.

She had bet her entire existence as an intelligent being into the success of this season. She bet most producers and other hosts had laughed at her expense behind her back. Some of the more cruel ones, like Yuki, had laughed in front of her. They probably all thought this was going to be a surefire dumpster fire and they’d get yet another **** for the eternal breeding stocks, or another living blowup doll, if she got lucky.

Well, the joke was on them, there was no way in hell she was going to let this chance at full autonomy slip away again. She was sorry for the girls, she truly was, she had been a contestant like them once, but they would go back to the Master’s world, they’d get to live lives. If she failed? Being part of a harem would look like a damn good reward in comparison.

Great, she was annoyed at herself again, but at least the headache had passed. She took some time to reapply the glyph that made her put on the tiara every morning and to erase the sleeping Susie’s memories of last night. The host returned the short woman’s body to normal proportions, as well as gave her some clothes. There, she wouldn’t remember a thing about their hook up and would think she just masturbated herself to sleep once she got to her bedroom.

Now, to the tasks of the day.