Christian Parker Week 2 Part 3: Interlude

Natalia took her pill in the morning, as she did every day. So far, Vivian’s pills had done nothing she had noticed. The shoe remained far from dropping.

As always, her second transformation was difficult to ignore. She understood the rules by now. Her breasts would expand to the most flattering look an outfit could hold. Her own comfort was a real but secondary concern. Her “D+” enhancement rarely irritated her skin, but it did press against tighter clothing. Sports bras had proven uncomfortable but made exercise possible. A bra that helped support her breasts against the weight of a top would be accepted. Less flattering bras burst within about fifteen seconds as the transformation tested size and shape.

If anything, this struck Natalia as useful, if patronizing. The problem was the sensitivity. She had found that anthropomorphizing the transformation helped her predict it. Her breasts would “get bored” easily and start shifting, particularly in sensitivity. It wasn’t just that they were more sensitive. Which parts were sensitive, and how intensely, would change to get her attention.

She rarely felt pain from the restless transformation. Occasional aches tended to dissolve once she noticed them. Reading was the hardest. Sitting down to stare at a book or screen led her breasts to expand slowly, until every small movement caused unexpected pleasure. Talking was easier. Her breasts wanted her turned on, but they seemed to like her talking to another girl in the harem. Surprisingly, Alan turned her on less than the other girls did. Chloe had proposed that it was because Alan wasn’t trying to turn her on, and being turned on by her own body, rather than by Alan, wouldn’t make him happy. It was a good theory.

The worst part was that her breasts had very specifically become an obstacle to orgasm. Alan’s explanation was worryingly precise: she was “supposed” to orgasm because of Alan. Starting a session was easy, but her normally perky, sensitive breasts started feeling like dead weight on her chest long before she got close. Hooking up with Alan was the obvious answer. Natalia was unsure it was the right strategy. Being a slut for the “target” was Laurel’s suggestion for popularity, but Natalia had enough experience with her reputation as a sex symbol to doubt the advice.

That made the current conversation with Ariadne important. Natalia had finished explaining all of this to the host, blushing, while the serpentine entity watched her impassively.

“Tess wrote the transformation. I don’t know the design details,” Ariadne said after a few seconds of silence. “I can make some good guesses. I don’t think hooking up with another girl in the harem would work.”

Natalia winced. “That’s surprising.”

“Alan was raised around lesbians. The threesome fantasy usually involves some distance from the women in question. For Alan, lesbian activity is a challenge to his possessiveness. I think Laurel would be your best bet, but it’s only fifty-fifty whether it would work.” Ariadne sounded amused rather than sympathetic.

“Does Alan really want to be a rapist?” Natalia winced as soon as she’d snapped it.

“I suspect parts of him do, but not the parts he wants to share or examine.” Ariadne made a coiling movement that resembled a shrug. “The institution of Harem Hotel is coercing both of you, anyway.”

“Fuck.” Natalia sighed.

“I can empathize, given my recent confinement to a baseline form. The difficulty of basic living is similar, though neither of my human forms has been as horny as yours.” Ariadne sounded mildly amused.

“It’s not like he’d fuck you like this.” Natalia gave in and snapped again.

The Crawler’s lips made a human smile. “Actually, he did. That’s why I didn’t have him change me back after I left his bed.”

“What?” Natalia looked at the Crawler for a while and tried to imagine it.

“We started with the new baseline form, and about half an hour in, he changed me over without my asking. He was less inhibited afterward. It seems he’s more of a monster fucker than the fandom expected.” Ariadne’s smile had turned into a shit-eating grin.

“Good for you.” Natalia wished her transformation hadn’t decided this was an excellent time to turn her on.