The First Morning.

Sigrid woke up and, just as they were coming to consciousness, suddenly became aware of two incredibly heavy weights on their chest.

"Wha...?" Looking down, she saw two incalculably enormous tits. She could feel her own breathing laboured under the weight of the two giant masses on her chest. "What the fuck?"

Unsure how many times they'd grown overnight, Sigrid could only assume it was frequent given the 'you're going to have to order your bras custom' size of her tits. Just sitting up in bed was difficult. Almost immediately, Sigrid was grumpy. After all, with her first fully-formed thoughts of the day being 'Holy shit I didn't dream up being kidnapped by an interdimensional porn show' and 'Apparently this is going to be my morning every day now', she had a lot of reasons to be.

Unsure how to reset her tits she fumbled for her new phone beside the bed, unable to reach across her own chest anymore. Sure enough, she found an app with the same "Tit for Tatt" title as her transformation. It was truly a simple setup, with nothing more than a giant button that read "Reset Tits". Sigrid sighed, took a deep breath, and hit the button. She let out a low moan as the felt the nerve endings all through her breasts tingle and twitch as they receded, shrinking down to a size she hadn't been since she was in her early teens. Simultaneously, she felt a tingle on her forearm. Looking down, now without giant orbs of flesh in the way, she saw the first of the, likely, many tattoos she would be **** to receive. Sigrid was pleasantly surprised to see a pin-up of Trish from Devil May Cry; a tattoo she herself had often considered getting to honour her favourite character from her favourite video game. She'd thought about cosplaying her but, given the character's outfit and her own hang-ups about how much bulkier she was than the lithe demon hunter, she'd never been brave enough. Now, granted, Sigrid probably wouldn't have gotten a tattoo of Trish groping her tits with a visibly active hand down the front of her famous leather pants, but as far as sexually explicit tattoos go, this was absolutely on the better side of things.

Inspecting the rest of her body, Sigrid saw and finally realised her first mistake on the show, seeing the blue underwear she'd fallen asleep in. She flung them down her legs and shouted as she threw them at the opposite wall, then shouted again as the unfurled and ineffectually and unsatisfyingly landed in the middle of the room. Sigrid got up to find where she'd left her pants only to be pleasantly surprised by an open wardrobe door. Looking inside, she was quite pleased to discover a collection of basic black tees, jeans, and everything else she'd need to put an outfit together. Now, would Sigrid choose skinny jeans, thong panties or the slightly more fitted cuts of the t-shirts? No.

Was Sigrid relieved the outfits were more 'figure flattering' than 'figure flaunting'? Very much yes.

Mia was anxious upon seeing Sigrid, not Annie, walking down the stairs. Mia too had been relieved to see the clothing arrive in the morning. She'd been less excited to find it all matched the new fashion sense she'd been assigned. Not quite ready for the booty shorts provided to her, Mia had opted for another crop top/pleated skirt combo. Always an early riser, Mia had found her grumpiness chipped away at upon coming downstairs and seeing pancakes stacked up on the kitchen table. Helping herself, the other morning people of the group, Nat and River had joined her in breakfast. River seemed to be very, very frustrated. Apparently the plan to get some relief had, in fact, not worked and they looked frazzled and tired. Nat, on the other hand, looked perky and chipper, though the fact that she'd turned her tits down to a C to sleep comfortably and, subsequently, forgotten to turn them back up to normal size probably had a lot to do with that.

Mia still waved Sigrid over, but River had made a very pertinent comment that soured the sweet amber maple syrup Mia had been enjoying: where was Annie and what had Rahne done with her?

"You have no idea how much I need these this morning." Sigrid put their hair up in a very functional bun, with revealed their new ink thanks to her lifted arms.

"I think we've got at least one hint." River groaned over their coffee, pointing out the tattoo.

"Oh, yeah, last time I ever go to sleep in colourful underwear. Huge mistake thinking that didn't count." Sigrid pulled up to the table and started going for the pancakes, reaching out with their well calloused hands and going to town.

"I'm so sorry." Mia began playing with the pink side of their hair anxiously. She couldn't help but look around and feel guilty about being so upset about just a mild aesthetic change yesterday. Everyone at the table had it rougher than her. Wanting a way out of the situation, Mia turned to Nat.

"Where's your remote Nat?"

"It's, like, totally beside my bed."

Mia stood up in response. "I'll go grab it for you."

"Oh my gosh, like thank you!" Nat paused as Mia began walking back upstairs before turning to the others. "Like, why do I need the remote?"

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Danni spun around at the intrusion. Standing there in the doorframe, averting her eyes, was Mia. Danni was in her underwear, slumped down in the walk-in robe, staring at the selection of outfits and feeling comfortable about none of them.

"Fuck," Danni wiped away the single stray tear they hadn't been able to hold back. "It's fine. Just this stupid fucking show."

Mia put two and two together "Ohh, I'm so sorry." There was an awkward pause in the room as two strangers stared at each other.

"No, look, if anyone was going to walk in on me right now, you're probably pretty high up on my list of people I'd prefer."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I mean, Pete Davidson might be the top of that list, but you're high up there." Danni was happy to commiserate with the other contestant with a radical stylistic change.

"Pete Davidson?" Mia chuckled.

"The guy is funny and has hooked up with some of the hottest women in the world. If anyone is going to be good in bed both physically and chemistry wise, it's him."

"Yeah, but, I mean..."

"He's a bit weird looking, sure, but in a cute way."

"His eyes are so weird!"

"I like them! They've got a... sad puppy vibe."

Mia walked over and reached out a hand. "Well, you can be wrong about men, but you still deserve clothing."

"Thanks." Danni let the newly crowned e-girl help her to her feet. "Let's put me in a stupid fucking dress."

"Let's put you in a stupid fucking dress." Mia smiled.

Danni stepped out of the elevator, having insisted to Mia she wouldn't do stairs in heels. The two of them walked out to see the others, now becoming a bit full of pancake.

Sigrid welcomed her to the table with a "Looking good Danni!"

"Uh, thanks." Danni, blushed a little. Mia and her had decided on the, long sleeve, knee length blue minidress they'd found. Honestly, it probably would have been something Danni would have considered wearing out if it weren't for the slit up the front of her thigh that she had to wear the high waisted thong with in order to not flash half her underwear to everyone. That and the mesh panel revealing everything from her cleavage upwards and all the way down to her wrists.

River caught themselves staring. Though, they also found themselves realising they were not thinking the usual thoughts that they would upon seeing an attractive woman. No, River was imagining Danni, on their knees, servicing a vague faceless master they were yet unable to identify. The blue-haired enby had definitely gone past needy and was moving towards ****, and had to stop themselves from grinding against the seat.

"So, who's sleeping in?" Danni asked as they lifted the top pancake in the pile to get to the warmer one underneath, none of her family here to chastise her pancake selection methods.

"Kate seemed passed out when I got up. Looks like she had a shower and went to bed late last night after scoring us the clothing, as promised." Mia replied. River felt their pussy throb remembering last night's events, though, now with the added desire for the same to happen again with whatever master was waiting for them.

"So, who does that leave?" Asked Nat, who had taken the remote and cranked her tit size up to a hoodie stretching G-Cup, savouring the intellect boost that gave her like it was the morning coffee.

"Oh shit." Sigrid looked up the open plan stairwell, past their new sleeping quarters up to the floor with Rahne's suite.

River let out an "Oh fuck" as they realised they'd forgotten to check on their friend. They then let out a much quieter, breathier one as they remembered that their date was the one causing Annie to sleep in this morning.

"Do... do we go get her?" Danni really wasn't feeling confrontation in her current outfit.

"I mean, we've got to, right?" The ever noble Sigrid looked to the others, implying a request for volunteers. "Who's coming to look for Annie?"

They all heard a ding and watched as Annie and Rahne stepped out of the elevator. Annie was blushing vibrantly as she scurried over, while Rahne strutted confidently towards them. "Good morning everyone!"

It would be hard to get a less enthusiastic chorus of "good morning" than the one received in return.

"How was everyone's first night?" Rahne walked up and pinched a blueberry. Rahne, this morning, was wearing black denim jeans and a matching blouse, unbuttoned so low you could see the bridge of the lingerie she was wearing. Annie had sat down, leaving Rahne with a lot of conversational power as the only one standing.

Danni looked around at the others, taking special note of River's deteriorating condition. "I mean, not great."

"Oh?" Rahne raised the question vaguely, like a good host, inspiring the question asker to divulge more.

"We went to bed not knowing what was going to happen today. I don't think anyone slept well."

"Well, you can all relax. Today, nothing is planned. Most seasons, the first week is committed to one on one dates with the Master, and the contestants all know at least one other person. With no Master, we're doing a short first week and you're getting some time to just get to know each other. Establish a dynamic and whatnot."

"Okay, so..." Nat looked at the others, hoping someone less immediately screwed over by the competition would ask the question she wanted to ask. When no-one inferred her intent, she sighed and continued. "So, if nothing's happening today, why come down here and talk like you have an announcement?"

"Great question, Nat! You're right, I'm in need of making an announcement!" With that, Rahne waved a hand and gestured towards the stairwell. Every contestant was unsure if the screen on every floor had always been there and they just hadn't noticed on their preliminary walk though, or if Rahne had just conjured them this morning. However, on cue from Rahne, they lit up:

STANDINGS AFTER NIGHT ONE:

1. Kate - 11 VP (Blowjob, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Group Sex - Foursome)
2. Annie - 9 VP (Blowjob, Titjob, Vaginal Sex, Cum on Face, Cum in Mouth, Cum on Tits, Creampie)
3. Danni - 2 VP (First Contestant Seen Naked by Another Contestant)
4. River - 1 VP (Masturbation in Front of Others)
5. Mia, Sigrid, Nat - 0 VP_

"Fuck!" River smacked their hands against the table. With Kate not present, all eyes immediately swivelled between River's outburst and Annie, the latter of whom blushed and furiously dug into her pancakes to have an excuse not to talk.

Rahne's voice cutting through pulled everyone's attention back to her. "So, as you can see, VP totals will be publicly visible to all at all stages! And, as earlier clarified, any significant enough sex act is worth points! Now, on this season, while diminishing returns on points are not active by default, they will kick in if a sex act is getting repetitive. So, no just sitting in your room and wanking your way to 100 VP with your roommate." Danni grumbled. Her immediate thought was getting Nat to just turn on bimbo mode and do exactly as Rahne had just qualified was against the rules.

"And, fair warning: no eliminations this week, but by week two, everyone will need a score above zero to avoid elimination. And I promise you, however bad you think your transformations are, elimination transformations are far, far worse."

This immediately killed the mood. Not even Raven, the chef, emerging with a second serve of pancakes could revive it.

"So, I'll leave you to your breakfast. Raven, can you bring something up to my room for me? Thanks."

With that, the group waited until the clacking of Rahne's heels had stopped and then a little longer to make sure the elevator door had closed before talking.

"I've got to go." River stood up.

"Hey, it's okay." Sigrid stood up to both intercept and comfort River. "We're here for you."

"Oh, sure, but tell me honestly you're all not dying to ask Annie what happened."

Everyone was silent and Annie went even redder.

"That's what I thought. And I'm totally okay with that, but if I hear what happened up there, I'm actually going to fucking explode with frustration."

Sigrid's vibe shifted to one of awkwardly being in the wrong place. River had enough of a point and it was an argument she was unprepared for. The tall blonde stepped to the side.

"Wait!" Annie called out, just as River was about to storm off.

River's eyes flutter shut. The tension was indescribable.

"I just..." Annie took a deep breath, trying to understand how to express their thought. "You don't owe me."

"What?" River was bewildered.

"You don't owe me the, yknow, thing."

River was already out of patience. "Fuck Annie, I can't take this talk around, just say it."

"I chose to make cum play permanent. Not threesomes."

River put two and two together, clenched their legs together and moaned thinking about what happened. Thinking about how hot Rahne would have looked painting River with their cum in that dress they wore last night. River balled their fists as the moan rolled into a shout.

"Fuck!" River turned and stormed off leaving everyone at the table now feeling too uncomfortable to talk to the already uncomfortable Annie.