I wanna be the one unstoppable

“Nick, can we go to the Master’s Suite yet?” Morgana’s eyes were shining with anticipation. She was practically humping him as they walked down the hall, though Nick didn’t think it was intentional. From the way she was acting, it seemed like she didn’t even understand she was doing something wrong.

She’s probably not used to her new curves, he guessed. Maybe she’s not aware of what she’s doing.

“Um… Morgana… could you take, like, a step back, please?” He pleaded, moving away from her so her body wasn’t pressed up against his. “It’s a little hard to think when you’re clinging to me like that…”

Morgana blinked. “Huh? But… AH!”

She looked down at her new measurements, and realized what she was doing. While yes, she did want Nick to look at her new curves, and hoped to be able to arouse him, she was still a teenage girl with zero sexual experience. Her pale face heated up as she stumbled away, finally realizing just how she was dressed.

Sylvia had changed a lot of things for Morgana with her series of transformations. But she didn’t change the fact that the goth had the social awareness of a slug.

“I-I didn’t mean… err…” Morgana swallowed. Wait! That’s not right! That’s not what a powerful goth mistress would say!

Morgana put on what she figured was the most seductive smile in the world. “Oh… did you like wh-what you see?” She asked, jerking her chest forward to make her breasts bounce.

They bounced right out of her dress.

Showed Master her Boobs! +2 VP

Nick stared at her in shock as her boobs flopped into plain sight. Morgana’s face got progressively redder as her brain rebooted.

“H-HIIEEEEE!” Morgana screamed, struggling to cram her boobs back into her dress, before ultimately settling on covering them with her hands. “D-Don’t look!”

This girl is giving me way too many mixed messages! Nick screamed internally. He had no idea what she wanted at this point.

“Um…” Morgana looked at him, still trying to wear a seductive smile even though it looked like she was on the verge of tears. “Wh-What do y-you think? I’ve got some pretty sexy titties, r-right?”

Well, she definitely has spirit, can’t fault her for that one. Nick actually found her dedication to trying to be seductive rather charming, even if it was absurdly embarrassing to witness.

“Morgana, it’s way too early to go to the Master’s Suite,” Nick said. “It’s still the middle of the afternoon. Let’s do something else, okay?”

Morgana stared blankly at him. “But… the only stuff I like doing is in my bedroom.”

Nick went a little pale. “Uh… you mean…”

“Like updating my blogs, reading, practicing my spells, fun stuff like that!” She clarified, setting Nick’s worries at ease.

“…Oh. Okay, then.”

“Plus, the bedroom is where we get to do all the sex!” She added.

Of course.

“Before we get to any of that, let’s get you some new clothes, okay?” Nick suggested. “I mean, you’re practically falling out of that dress.”

“Oooh, are you distracted?” Morgana tried her hand at teasing. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite! I don’t mind if you sneak a peek…”

“Didn’t you just shout ‘don’t look’ like ten seconds ago?” Nick asked, raising his eyebrow. Morgana’s confident smile staggered but she did her best to push through.

“Th-That was because it was an accident! I’m ready to show off now!” She asserted. “Go ahead and look to your heart’s content!”

She shoved her boobs forward, but was still taking care to hide the nipples. Apparently, that was daring as she could get at the moment.

Nick was pretty sure she was counting on him getting flustered and looking away. But that would only affirm this behavior. If Morgana wanted to make him uncomfortable, well, two could play at that game. And he had a lot more familiarity with beautiful female bodies than he suspected she did at showing herself off.

So instead of looking away politely like she expected, he stared blatantly at her exposed chest, studying her boobs without saying a word. Just the occasional “hmm” and “ah” as he stroked his chin.

“O-Okay!” She wailed, turning away and pulling her cloak over her body. “Th-That’s fine! I-I have clearly teased you enough for one day, I don’t want to **** you with my feminine wiles too much now! L-Let’s go! To the clothing store!”

Morgana’s heart pounded wildly in her chest as her face burned scarlet. But inside, she was blazing with triumph! Nick had actually checked her out! This was an absolute win! Now if only she could calm down enough to capitalize on it!

This is your dream come true, girl! You’re in Nick Reynolds’ harem! The most poetic, brilliant, genius author of the century is actually interested in making YOU his goth sex queen! And he’s working with a demon to transform your body into looking sexy as hell to boot! This is perfect, absolutely perfect! Her heart practically leapt out of her chest.

Nick escorted her through the shopping district. Morgana was amazed to see so many shops around. “Do they have a Tropical Climate Topic?” She asked excitedly. “I could really use some makeup, too, and hair product, and… oh, is that the place?”

They rounded the corner to show the boutique. Nick thought that this would be the best place to start, to get Morgana some lingerie to accommodate her new proportions. Since her underwear definitely wouldn’t fit anymore, but her bulky robes might.

“After we get you some undergarments, we can see what they have for general clothes,” he suggested.

“Only if they have black, though,” Morgana asserted. “I only wear black clothes. Lighter colors affect the flow of my aura, making it difficult to properly practice my magic. But I could do a really dark red, too… yeah, that would be good! But I want black!”

“Sure, whatever you want,” Nick nodded, remembering how things went with Rose and Mimi the last time he was here. He doubted there would be a fashion montage this time. “One of the girls works here, actually, she’ll be able to get you what you need.”

When they entered the boutique, however, it wasn’t Kim he saw at the counter, but Dakota. And she wasn’t behind it, just leaning over it. She turned towards them with a coy smile on her face.

“Well, Nick, out for a date?” She cooed, slinking over to him with a pout on her face. “And here I thought I was your favorite pale-skinned, dark-haired babe?”

There was a playful tone in her voice, much to Nick’s relief. If Dakota fell into one of her jealous moods, things wouldn’t go well.

“You MAY have been his favorite before!” Morgana said, stepping defensively in front of Nick and placing her hands on her hips. “But I’m his favorite now, so back off!”

She pushed her chest out in defiance. Which caused her cloak to fall open, exposing her breasts again. She let out a tiny yip and pulled it closed, tying the fastener tighter this time. Then she returned her hands to her hips and her aggressive posture returned.

Dakota watched the entire show with an amused smirk on her face.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” She giggled, pinching Morgana on the cheek. “I could just eat you up!”

“Dakota…” Nick really hoped she was playing.

Morgana swatted her hand away. “Listen, you! I don’t know who you THINK you are, but you happen to be messing with Morgana, Accursed Witch Mistress of the Ebony Cauldron and Concubine of Nick Reynolds!”

Morgana had no idea who she was messing with. She’d received profiles of the other girls from the memory upload, but this last one, this Dakota, she was a complete mystery. But she knew that she didn’t like her. Who did she think she was, playing at being a goth while wearing those dorky overalls? They reminded Morgana of the ones she used to wear in middle school, before she found her true calling in the sisterhood of darkness. “I’m a powerful witch I’ll have you know, so you better mind yourself!”

“Oh, is that right?” Dakota’s eyes widened and she held her hand over her mouth. “I-I apologize, I had no idea!”

Morgana, satisfied that her foe had been properly cowed, continued to brag, “my magic is incomparable! Last year, Brittney Madison made fun of my acne, so you know what I did? I laid a hex on her! And then eight months later, guess what happened? She got crabs from her boyfriend! So yeah, my powers are no joke!”

“That’s so impressive!” Dakota nodded, speaking with the exact tone an adult would use to compliment a child’s Halloween costume. “You’re really something else!”

“That’s right, I am!” Morgana sniffed, smiling smugly. “So now that you know that you can’t hope to compete with my awesome witch powers, I suggest you back off and leave Nick to me!”

“Oh… I’m sorry, I can’t do that,” Dakota said, shaking her head. “You see, Nick is a very precious childhood friend of mine. We’ve been together since the day we were born…” She placed her hand over her heart and sighed melodramatically. “So even if you were to place a hex on me, I simply couldn’t bear to leave him.”

Morgana’s mouth fell open.

“W-Wait… Dakota… are you… no, that’s not possible!”

“Hm?” Dakota smiled innocently. Well, as innocently as someone could smile when they were looking at a delicious feast laid out before their eyes.

“You can’t be… Dakota Johnson, can you?” Morgana couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Dakota smirked. “Guilty as charged,” she nodded, slipping past the self-proclaimed witch and sliding her arm around Nick’s. “And I am also his honey.”

“B-But that’s impossible!” Morgana stuttered, pointing at her. “You died! You drowned! It said so in the ‘about the author’ section! Nick, you… he… he wrote that novel using inspiration from the pain of your ****!”

“Yep. But now I’m back,” Dakota said, shrugging. “Magic.”

While Morgana was trying to process this, Nick found himself very interested by that revelation. Dakota’s transformation should have rewrote history to make it so that she never died, and as proof of that, nearly everyone in his harem had two slates of memories, one where Dakota was dead, one where she was alive.

But Morgana had no such memories. She only remembered the real story, Dakota’s ****.

That’s really interesting, he thought. So that means history isn’t retroactively corrected for everyone, then, just the people on the island at the time of the transformation. Even if someone from Earth is brought here later, they won’t get new memories of Dakota.

He filed that under “interesting facts” and didn’t think too much more on it. But it would be something to keep in mind for any future “reality altering” transformations.

“Dakota…” Morgana took a shaky step towards her, eyes wide behind her bangs.

“GODDESS!”

She threw herself to the ground at Dakota’s feet, startling both her and Nick.

“Uh… come again?” Seeing Dakota confused was certainly a rarity. But it seemed even she didn’t know how to respond to Morgana’s sudden display of fealty.

“I-I’m so sorry!” Morgana buried her face in the tile, squashing her breasts against the floor. “I had no intention of showing you such rudeness! To think that you, the great one, the icon of Nick’s fantasies, desires, and dreams, would be resurrected by the power of magic… truly I am unworthy to be in your presence as a mere witch! I beg for your favor, and offer my life to you and the master in humble servitude, that I may worship him as you desire!”

Nick sighed. Well, she’s not talking about becoming my ebony goth witch queen or whatever, so I guess this is progress…?

Dakota nudged him in the side and smirked. “I’m a goddess now,” she boasted.

Nick rolled his eyes.

Dakota turned to her newly-christened simp, and stroked her chin thoughtfully.

“You said your name was Morgana, right?”

“Yes!” Morgana’s head shot up and she stared at Dakota like a lost little puppy. “That you would remember my name, truly there can be no higher honor! How may I serve you and the master, oh magnificent one?! Simply ask, and I will take my own life in service of yours! Would you like me to lick the dirt off the sole of your shoes?”

Dakota stared icily at her, and felt a chill go down her spine. She turned and ducked around the corner.

“Goddess?!” Morgana’s jaw dropped.

“Dakota, what’s the matter?” Nick asked.

“She’s frigging creepy, that’s what’s the matter!” Dakota exclaimed. “Not even Holly was this bad! Calling me ‘goddess’ and shit, it’s weird!”

Well, someone who Dakota wasn’t good with. Would wonders never cease?

“Hey, uh… you don’t have to kneel on the floor,” Nick said, offering Morgana his hand. “And could you lay off the whole ‘goddess’ thing? Dakota’s right, it’s a little creepy.”

“But…” Morgana glanced at Dakota, who shivered.

“She’s not a goddess,” Nick assured her, helping the goth to her feet. “She’s just a normal woman like anyone else.”

“But she rose from the dead!” Morgana pointed out.

Yeah… yeah, she did do that.

“Still, she’s human,” Nick assured her. “…Well, mostly.”

“HEY!” Dakota flung a rolled-up bra at him.

“I understand, master,” Morgana nodded. “I will refrain from acting in a way that brings discomfort to the goddess.”

She was still looking at Dakota with those sparkling eyes, though, so Dakota didn’t step out of her hiding place.

“And while we’re at it, you don’t have to call me master, either,” Nick said. He’d given up on correcting Holly at this point, but he still had the chance of cutting that off with Morgana.

Morgana had other thoughts.

“But you are my master!” She asserted. “After all, this is your harem, and my duty to you is to serve you as the perfect goth waifu in the world!”

She took Nick by the hands and squeezed. “I promise, every waking moment of my time spent with you will be devoted to showing you all the pleasures you could ever want!” With every word, her voice grew more confident. “I will do things to you that will completely rock your world, the kind of sexual acts that can only be dreamed of… and by the time this little harem game has ended, you’ll know that there’s only one woman who can be your demonic sexual fantasy!”

She shook his hands so vigorously, her cloak fell open. With a shriek she quickly pulled it closed, crouching down to avoid showing as much skin as she possibly could.

Nick sighed and slapped his palm agianst his face, shaking his head. Dakota resisted the urge to snicker. She finally came out from behind the corner, and approached Nick with a smile on her face.

“Well, looks like you found a real keeper there, ‘master’,” Dakota laughed.

Nick rolled his eyes. “Don’t you start.”

“Aww…” She pouted in mock frustration.

“Anyway, where’s Kim? Or the faerie who runs this place?” Nick looked around but he could only see walls and walls of lingerie, and Dakota standing in the center of them. “We came here to buy some underwear for Morgana.”

Then he had a realization. “Wait, did you use your Cut/Paste transformation to free Kim from her job?” He remembered when Rose did that, and felt a swell of appreciation for her actions.

Dakota shook her head. “Nah. Because then I’D have to work.”

Right. Dakota wasn’t that selfless.

“Kim is just… getting changed.”

Nick stared at Dakota, not sure what she meant by that.

“Huh?”

Dakota turned towards the changing rooms. “Okay, he’s here! You can come out now!”

“Really? Awesome!” The door swung open and a girl burst out with a beautiful smile on her face, crossing the room in a flash. Nick was blown away by the stranger. She had short black hair, almond-shaped brown eyes, a toned figure…

“K-Kim!?” He finally recognized some of her features. Kim still was no great beauty, but she had taken her plainness in another direction, looking positively adorable with her little button-nosed smile, which had always been her best feature.

Aside from her face, her body had gone through a bit of a transformation as well. It wasn’t that her boobs had gotten bigger, though, or even her ass, no, the physical changes to her slender frame had given her some musculature and tone. Not to the extent of Dani’s previous muscled physique, but she had the build of a girl who kept in shape, taking care of her body and had probably been in athletic clubs when she was in school. To accentuate her new tomboyish figure she wore a black sports bra and very short shorts, which may have fit the lingerie store’s definition of underwear but looked more like she had just come back for a run.

“What do you think?” She put her hand on her hip and posed for him. “Do you like me this way?”

Nick couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. “What… what did you do?” He asked, not sure what to make of this. “I thought you didn’t get a transformation this time around, because you came in first in the challenge?”

“Yeah, this isn’t a transformation,” Kim clarified. She was playing with the short fringes of her hair, getting used to not having long trailing locks behind her. “Well I mean, it is, but it’s not a normal one, you know? I bought a temporary transformation for 24 hours, and this is what it gave me!”

“She looks a little like me, I think,” Dakota mused, studying Kim appreciatively. “Perhaps the transformation people could sense your fetish for short-haired tomboys?”

“I don’t have a fetish for short-haired tomboys!” Nick exclaimed, whining like the uncultured piece of shit he was.

“Sure you don’t,” Dakota smirked.

“Anyway, I’m so glad you dropped by!” Kim hugged Nick’s arm to her chest, shocking him with how forward she was. “See, I thought I would have to wait until I got off my shift before I could come show you my new look? But then you CAME! This is so awesome!”

“Kim, uh, what are you doing?” Nick tried to pull himself free, but she had a surprisingly-tight grasp on his arm.

“Yeah, about that, see, her transformation isn’t just a physical one,” Dakota said, trying not to laugh. “Apparently these temporary transformations are pretty ****, since they only last a day. She got a tomboy body mod, but her mind received a few adjustments here and there as well.”

“R-Really?” Nick was aghast at the thought that Kim had been brainwashed somehow.

“No!” Kim protested, shaking her head. “Dakota’s making it sound way worse than it is. I’m still me! It’s just… I feel lighter somehow, like I don’t have to worry as much! I’m totally free to do whatever I want now, that kind of feeling!”

She narrowed her eyes and her lips curled into a sultry smirk.

“Like this.”

Before Nick could stop her, she leaned in and planted a wet kiss on his mouth, practically jamming her tongue down his throat.

Morgana stared at the two of them make out, her eyes wide and her jaw dropped.

“Th-That’s too forward!” She exclaimed, pointing a shaking finger at Kim. “You can’t do something like open-mouth kissing in public!”