Can't you see I've lost control?

Ella’s heart was pounding in her chest as she stood outside the doors of the Master’s Suite. She clenched her legs together tightly, feeling her panties dripping with her female juices. It just wasn’t fair… why did she have to deal with this stupid heat burning inside her?! Making her feel these feelings, things she never would normally…

And if that wasn’t bad enough…

Ella brought her trembling fingers to her wrist and snapped her rubber-band. “Thwap!”

Stay! Away! She mentally hissed at the aching pounding in the back of her head. I don’t need you right now! I can do this myself!

If it wasn’t bad enough that she was being barraged with these feelings, she was also being barraged with Cinder. Even though her alter obviously couldn’t hear her pleas, she prayed that she would get the message and just…

…Back off.

But no luck there, so much as it was. She could still feel the presence of her alter breathing down her shoulder. Like her other self was there, waiting in the wings, waiting for her to screw up.

So she could pounce.

A shiver ran down Ella’s spine, and she bristled, clutching her rubber-band again.

“Thwap! Thwap!”

…If she kept this up, she wouldn’t even need to knock. The sound of her rubber-band “Thwap”ing would be enough to signal to anyone inside the Master’s Suite.

Anyone… like Nick.

Ella gulped and her eyes bulged behind her bangs. Was he back yet? Was he inside? Were he and Dawn… doing things?

Dawn… the sweet, petite little cat girl who was one of the only people around who had been kind to Ella from the very start, and tried to get to know her. One of the people she liked most on the island. But right now, she and Nick were probably doing all manner of things, things that Ella never would get the chance to do with him.

Not that she wanted to do those things… did she? After all, she’d come here for the sake of developing a real love, but it still hadn’t happened yet. Not that she was putting much effort into it, though. All this romance stuff, it was so complicated… Oh, why couldn’t she just be able to sort out her own feelings? Why did being with Nick have to be such an ordeal?

Why couldn’t she just be normal?

A mental image of Nick and Dawn together in bed, playing with each other’s bodies and writhing on the sheets in pleasure began to play inside Ella’s mind. Her cheeks reddened and her heart began to pound even harder, and she wished more than anything that she could just run away, run and never look back and hide behind her sheets and-

…Why was she raising her hand to knock on the door?

Ella watched her own hand rise towards the door in shock, watching it shake with anticipation. She couldn’t believe it, was- was she actually about to-?

She didn’t even know what she was doing at this point, but she was already knocking on the door. She told herself that it was something about her transformation, that Dakota was compelling her to knock on the door and fulfill her obligation, but she knew that was a lie deep down in her heart because Dakota had never done that before.

No… this was all her.

The anticipation made her heart thrum with delight, and that dewy feeling between her legs returned as she squirmed, biting her lip.

When the door opened up a crack she nearly fell over, and practically retreated for Cinder then and there. But she rallied, and only managed to fall on her ass.

No, she did not appreciate the extra cushioning down there.

“Ella? Oh, you’re here early,” Mary said, blinking in surprise as she greeted the flustred latina. She extended her hand to help Ella up, but the maid scrambled to her feet unaided and brushed herself off frantically.

“I-I’m fine!” Ella said, practically pushing the redhead aside to rush into the Master’s Suite. “I just wanted to get it out of the way early, that’s all!”

Mary turned and followed her inside, confused. “Is that really how it works?” She highly doubted Dakota would give Ella the benefit of any “early hours” put in.

There were a few things that the redhead did pick up on, though. Like the fact Ella was looking around uncertainly, almost like she was antsy and nervous, which hadn’t happened since very early in the last round.

Oh, and she noticed that Ella had a much bigger butt than she remembered. But Mary was far too polite to comment on that, of course! It just wasn’t right!

“What’s with the big ass?” Holly blurted out from the couch, causing Ella to jump about ten feet into the air out of shock.

“It-it’s not big!” She wailed, covering her butt as best she could. But it was kind of pointless. Holly snickered at the flustered latina, and Mary glared at her.

“Holly!” She put her hands on her hips. “That was very impolite!”

“What? I’m just asking!” Holly whined. “I’ve been locked up here all day! And as much as I love confinement and abandonment play, my instincts are screaming at me that something really hot is happening downstairs! You saw Carly’s big boobs last night! And now there’s Ella with a big butt, too!? Come on, Mary!”

Mary sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Nick told you, he doesn’t want you worrying about the cactus.”

“Cactus?”

“Forget it.”

Ella sighed in relief. She was just glad that Mary and Holly had “forgotten” about it, and by it, she meant her.

Unfortunately, that didn’t last, because the redhead turned her piercing green eyes onto Ella again, and the maid stiffened like a board.

Then Mary smiled sweetly.

“Can we help you?” Mary asked. “Are you looking for Nick, perhaps?”

Ella flinched. “N-Nick?” She shook her head frantically, her eyes spinning in her head. “I-I- Why do you think I’m looking for him!?”

“Because your eyes have been landing on every corner of the room,” Holly pointed out. “It’s pretty clear that you’re looking for Nick, right?”

Ella winced. She bit her lip and looked down at the ground, wishing she could sink into the carpet and disappear.

But if she did that, Cinder would take over. And that was the last thing she wanted to have happen when her body was feeling all hot and uncomfortable like this. She clenched her thighs together and fought back moans as she felt another spike of arousal shoot through her body.

That was something else that Holly and Mary picked up on.

“Is everything okay?” Holly asked, approaching her. She tried to keep from grinning with desire as she eyed the other girl up and down like a ravenous wolf. “You’re acting a little…”

Ella stiffened again.

“I-!”

“Ella, you can tell us,” Mary said gently. “Is something the matter? You’ve been very strange ever since you came up here…”

Ella clenched her thighs together as she felt her juices leaking down her stained panties. They were absolutely ruined now, no doubt, and there was nothing she could do about it.

But she wasn’t sure what to say to the other girl.

“Ella?” Mary approached her gently.

“I…” Ella’s lip quivered and her eyes watered. “I’m… my body… It’s… Ooooh!”

A tiny, mini-orgasm burst from her lips and she nearly lost feeling in her legs. She stumbled over to the table and clutched onto the edge of it to keep herself upright. When the feelings finally passed, she looked up at the shocked faces of the two girls, and her own face burned with shame.

“I-I’m sorry!” Ella wailed. “It’s not my fault! It’s not!”

And then it all came pouring out. Everything that had happened today, and what she’d run away from before.

“So Morgana was experimenting with her new transformation…” Mary quietly worked things out for herself after hearing Ella’s explanation, and fixing the poor girl a nice cup of warm milk. “And she did all this to you?”

A shadow crossed over her face and she shook her head. “I knew that witchcraft was bad,” she muttered. “Doing things like this, it’s-”

“So hot!” Holly moaned out, squirming from her seat on the ground. She clenched her thighs together and her eyes rolled back into her head as she imagined what could happen to herself if she were subjected to those spells.

Mary rolled her eyes. Of course Holly would feel that way.

“E-ever since then, my body felt like this…” Ella looked shamefully down at her lower half. Everything about it just felt uncomfortable, even sitting on a comfortable couch like this one. Her butt was bigger than she liked, and she was just certain that her juices had completely ruined the golden upholstery. A wet spot was definitely beginning to form there.

“It’s so hot!” Holly moaned out.

“Holly!” Mary snapped at her.

“I’m sorry, but it is!” Holly whined. “Ella, I had no idea that you were into denial play like me! That’s so totally sexy!”

Ella stared at Holly like she was from Mars.

“…Denial…?”

Mary cradled her face in her hands. “Oh no…”

“Yes!” Holly was alight with joy. She nodded frantically. “You could fix one of your problems just by letting Nick take a big old bite out of your ass, but you won’t! And that spike of arousal, getting hotter and hotter and hotter, but refusing to touch yourself because you know you shouldn’t? Tell me, do you know how hot that is!?”

Ella looked aghast at the brunette.

“I… I don’t… it’s not ‘denial play’ I just… I don’t want-!” Ella wasn’t even sure what she should think at this point. She couldn’t help it, her body, it was just… it wasn’t the way she was meant to…

“Then I’m confused,” Holly said, scrunching up her face. “I mean, if the point isn’t for Nick to deny you your orgasms, then why can’t you just masturbate and get rid of the damn thing? That’s what I’d do. …Well, I mean, I wouldn’t, but-”

“That isn’t why!” Ella screeched, shaking her head wildly. “No, I just-! My body, I’m… I’m…”

“Holly, listen,” Mary said, practically grabbing her and trying to shake some sense into her. “It doesn’t have to be about that. Not everyone is as… open to exploring their bodies sexually as you are, that’s all. It doesn’t have to be… denial play.”

Holly looked at her, disappointment evident on her face.

“If you think so,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Ella, it’s just masturbation. It’s not some massive sin or anything like that.”

Mary blushed. “You’re right… I used to… you know. Be like that myself. Thinking that it was immoral. And even now… But Ella, I don’t think… are you?”

Ella shook her head. “It’s not about immorality!” She squeaked. She wasn’t some religious nutjob who thought touching herself was wrong.

It was just… embarrassing.

Rose’s words about confiding in Mary crossed her mind again, and she let out a tired sigh, slumping down onto the couch cushion.

Then she looked up at Mary.

“…I’m not sure I’m ready for a relationship like this,” she said, shaking her head somberly. “A… sexual relationship.”

Mary’s eyes widened in surprise and understanding. Holly rolled her eyes, but out of respect for the both of them remained thankfully silent.

“I see… you’re not ready, huh? Well… I know a little something about that.”

She looked down sadly and smiled a little. Then she raised her head to look Ella in the eye.

“Listen, Ella… back when I first came here, I was so, so afraid of everything. I was jumping at my own shadow. Because I was a shy girl who wasn’t comfortable with my sexuality either. I recoiled from the touch of men, I thought that the things I was feeling were sinful and wrong… even though I was with someone I loved.”

Ella’s eyes widened and she stared at the beautiful girl in amazement. “B-but… you’re so-!”

Mary looked amazing. Gorgeous and mature and sweet, full of nothing but love and compassion towards everyone around her. She came across like the perfect wife to Nick, the kind of woman she wished her father had married. The kind of woman she wished had become her stepmother.

That someone who seemed so put together and composed could ever feel the way Ella did… it sounded too hard to believe.

“She was super-repressed, trust me,” Holly said, crossing her arms over her chest and nodding. “You would be shocked.”

Mary looked at Holly and narrowed her eyes. “Oh, like you’re one to talk,” she scoffed, shaking her head.

“Hey, well… I’m not repressed anymore!” Holly protested.

“Yes, that’s exactly my point,” Mary said. “For so long, Holly and I thought our desires and urges were unnatural, that we were freaks because of how we felt. But eventually, we realized that these feelings, they’re not something to reject! They’re normal!”

She paused for a moment, while Holly nodded in agreement.

“…My feelings are normal!” Mary corrected herself, earning her a scandalized look from her best friend in response.

Ella sputtered out a shocked laugh, shaking in her seat. That had come out so bizarrely, and yet she couldn’t disagree. No one could call all of Holly’s fetishes “normal” with a straight face!

…But that was alright, in its own way. And the important thing was… these desires… they were normal desires. That was the point Mary was trying to make, and on some level, Ella understood that.

She may not have fully believed it herself, and she might still be scared of her body’s urges, but she wasn’t fully rejecting them the way she had before, either.

Ella let out a relieved sigh. “Maybe… you guys are right,” she admitted, glancing up at the two of them. A sheepish expression crossed her face as she looked from Mary’s face to Holly’s and back again.

But what was she supposed to do about those feelings now? Just start touching herself in the middle of the Master’s Suite or something!?

“If you want, we could, um, give you some privacy?” Mary said, scratching her head. “These things are best handled by yourself.”

Holly made a farting noise with her mouth, earning her a thump on the head from Mary.

“I-I… I would… appreciate that…”

Ella couldn’t even look them in the eyes anymore. She just stared at her lap, feeling the oozing feeling between her panties and it made her feel just a little… blegh.

She swallowed and shook her head.

“But… privacy, yes, that would be-”

Before Ella could finish her sentence, the door opened, and she nearly threw herself off the couch in her scrambled panic to right herself.

“We’re back,” Nick called as he entered the Master’s Suite with a very gorgeous and intoxicated Dawn on his arm. He looked a little exhausted.

“Hehe… honeeeey, I’m hooooome!” Dawn sang cheerfully, her glasses hanging askew on her face.

Mary stared at the both of them, aghast. “What… what’s going on?” She asked, looking to Nick first for an explanation. All he could offer her was an awkward shrug.

“It… it was… it was a really fancy restaurant, so she got a fancy dress for the evening,” he answered. As if that explained anything besides her outfit.

Mary wasn’t accepting that non-answer.

“…She wanted to try the wine list,” Nick finally admitted. “And now she’s super drunk.”

“Hey!” Dawn snapped, placing her hands on her hips. “I am NOT drunk! I only had, um… three glasses!” She held up two fingers. “…Heh. Glasses.” She stood up straight and adjusted her glasses to prove a point, smirking.

Nick sighed. Mary sighed. Holly had hearts in her eyes.

“Oh, Nick, if you wanted to violate a drunk girl, you could have just-”

“I’m not going to violate her!” Nick exclaimed.

“What? Oh, boo.” Holly puffed up her cheeks into a pout.

“Plus, we already did, like, soooooo much stuff,” Dawn giggled. She was pacing circles on the carpet. “Besides, like I said! Not drunk! Look! I’m still just as balanced as always!”

“Unbalanced is more like it,” Mary muttered under her breath.

Dawn scowled. “Watch! I can do a handstand and everything!” She crouched down and placed her palms flat on the carpet. Nick had to stop her before she did something that she would end up regretting. As he helped Dawn to her feet, he realized that there was someone else.

“Oh… Ella.”

Ella froze halfway across the room. She whirled around, eyes wide behind her bangs.

“I-I’m not running away!” She blurted out. “I just thought I should really get to cleaning the bathroom, that’s all! …For, um, an hour.”

“Ella!” Dawn brightened, and waved at the latina. “Hey! You’re here too?”

“Um, yeah, I- Every night, you know that.”

Dawn nodded. “Right, right,” she said, her ears twitching. “That’s right… so you’re not here to compete with me, then… oh well.”

She looked disappointed. Ella was just confused.

“Compete? Compete… how?”

“Uh, the hotdogging contest? Obviously?” Dawn crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Mary’s eyes widened. “Hotdogging contest?” She stammered. “But you already ate! I-I suppose I could go make some hotdogs, but if you’ve already had your dinner…”

She started fretting while Holly pulled her aside. A few hushed whispers later, and-

“WHAT?!”

“Yep, that’s what it means. You’d be good at it, too, given your… well, you know,” she said, gesturing to Mary’s own pronounced assets. “That booty of yours is practically the only thing left that’s natural, after all!”

Mary glared at her best friend.

“For your information, these freckles are 100% genuine!” She snapped. “And hotdogs are for EATING not for… doing those sorts of things to!”

Holly sighed. So she wasn’t getting it.

“No, you’re not supposed to put hotdogs there, it’s just a phrasing,” Holly clarified. “What you’re actually supposed to do…”

As Holly explained things even more clearly, and Mary began fretting again, Nick just stood awkwardly in the middle of the room with an intoxicated Dawn in his arms, and shared an uncomfortable silence with Ella.

Nobody really knew what to say right now.