The Games Begin

Harem Hotel

Hera

“Just a few minutes now, girls,” Hera said, interrupting the tension as the six contestants looked down at their new bodies. Undoubtedly, they were all blown away from the sheer genius of Hera and overflowing with gratitude. “‘til the games truly begin. You all be on your best behaviour, because very soon the scores will be unlocked and your lives will be on the line.”

“Wait, they weren’t already?” Ashara asked. The poor girl looked annoyed. She probably wanted to be strangling Orbita the whole time she had been here.

“Oh no. I wanted to make sure we got everyone up to speed before they started shooting themselves in the foot. First of all, your BP scores: ten BP each, plus two more for every rank above sixth in the polls.” Orbita explained, pointing to a screen reflecting their position and BP scores.

“And that score will decide who you’ll be staying with as well!” Hera announced, as the screen changed again.

“Staying with? I thought the rules stated we could leave.” Mary demanded. Idiot bitch probably wanted to ditch the Master at the first chance she got.

“Oh, you can head to your own worlds, sure, but you have to be back before curfew at eleven. Unless you’re on a date with your Master, of course.” Hera explained, her voice sickly sweet. “Roommates are a time-honoured tradition at Harem Hotel after all.”

Hera glanced at Alex and smiled. “And don’t worry, Alex, you’ll have the master’s suite. Though I doubt you’ll be using it much, visiting all these worlds.”

Alex whimpered. Bless him; so shy, so vulnerable. She smiled. She hoped it was encouraging. “In any case, the roommates will be decided based on your popularity scores. First with sixth, second with fifth and third with fourth. So…”

Another screen appeared showing their

1. Ashara & Mary
2. Alema & Orbita
3. Synergy and Vanite

“Wait, I’m bunking with her?!” Alema cried, looking over at Orbita with an expression of pure terror.

Orbita pushed a hand through her voluminous red mane and bared her fanged teeth. “Afraid I’ll bite?”

“Afraid you’ll kill me in my sleep!” Alema cried, waving her arms about in a panic.

“I won’t allow that!” Ashara shouted, stepping between them and drawing a sword. Poor girl, did they really think that Hera would let them die here? No, there’d be no easy escape.

“Now, now, girls. Let’s not fight.” Hera said, holding up her index finger and telekinetically guiding the girls away from her. “We can’t damage Master’s property before we begin, after all. But really, let’s focus on what’s really important.”

“And what’s that supposed to be?” Vanite asked, her eyes filled with icy fury. Poor bitch has never worked a day in her life.

Hera held up a palm and started counting down her fingers. “The full games are beginning in three…two…one…NOW! HAREM HOTEL HAS-YEOW!”

Hera was shoved; she didn’t see who from, but she was thrown onto her perfect rear, and the microphone was seized from her hands. Eye twitching and teeth grinding, Hera barely had avoided falling flat on her face. A blush of humiliation spread across her cheeks.

“Which one of you bitches… who dares attack me?” Hera eyes lit up with a burning golden flame as she got to her feet.

“That would be MEE!” Synergy screamed, her smile wide and the glint in her eye was so devilish that it would make a demon shiver. She was looking directly at the camera; the microphone was held tightly in her hands. There were a thousand things that Hera could do to stop Synergy right now, but curiosity stayed her hand.

"Listen up, you Justice Bitches! The game's on now, and I don't care what your names are! But I do know that things are going to change in Earth 372!” Synergy’s eyes were gleaming in mad delight, just like they had been when she’d first arrived. “Your fates are in my hands. I’m the one who plays this game, and I’m the one who decides if we stay sterilised or not. So listen up, I’ll be headed to the watchtower first chance I get. And if Power Girl, Storm, or any other of you bitches has a problem with that I’m going to throw this game!”

“Oh, I’m starting to like this girl,” Orbita said, her aqua eyes gleaming with malicious approval.

“Someone needs to shut her up.” Mary hissed. She was wrapping her arms around herself. Shrinking her bimbo body so that as few of her audience would see it as possible.

“And just to prove that I’m not bluffing… OI Alex!” She shouted, her eyes darting to glare at Alex with unabashed glee.

“Wha…what?” Alex gaped at Synergy. Not with lust (sadly), but confusion and awe at her boldness.

"That suit makes you look like a wimp. Which you are, by the way, but the suit also makes you look ugly." Synergy sneered, jabbing a finger at his outfit.

"Wh-what?" Alex repeated, whimpering as he looked down at his clothes. "It was for an interview..."

Insulted Master: -2VP

"And you're a coward by the way. Whimpering like a child, you've got six hot women surrounding you who need to jump your bones for your kingdom, and you're just shaking in your chair. Poor me! Poor me! AAHH!"

Insulted Master: -2VP

"I-I'm sorry..." Alex said, tears were forming in his eyes now. Which didn't help Synergy's score any further.

Made Master cry: -4VP

"And your dick is small too!" She made sure to draw this insult out as long as possible, every syllable carefully enunciated for maximum impact.

Insulted Master's dick: -15VP

"And...and-MPFF" And whatever came next would never be heard, as at that moment Ashara had rushed forward and clamped her metal gauntlet around Synergy's mouth.

"And that's enough out of you cur," Ashara growled, another hand wrestling around Synergy's stomach and dragging her away. "Give me some help here before she wipes her people out!"

Alema was the first to respond, quickly rushing to restrain Synergy's kicking legs. Vanite took one look at Synergy's dripping slime body, swallowed and moved forward. Together they wrestled Synergy away, throwing the microphone out of Synergy's hand and dragging her away from the stage.

"I REGRET NOTHING!"

With a sigh, a smile, and a simple wave of her hand, Hera was able to summon the microphone straight from the floor and back into her hand. Embarrassed but still excited by Synergy's recklessness, Hera was already plotting how she could use this to her advantage.

"Quite a risky move. It seems the people of Earth 372 better do some heavy lifting these next few days if they want to dig themselves out of this nineteen-point hole. Though perhaps this is a blessing in disguise for you, Alex. Now your favourite heroes will have extra incentive to submit to their Master. What do you think, Alex? Alex?” Hera whipped her head around to look at the throne and found it strangely empty.

“Now where did he go?” Hera asked, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

“Oh, he ran off when Synergy was being wrestled by those three,” Orbita answered calmly, jabbing a thumb over where Ashara, Vanite, and Alema were still wrestling with a squirming Synergy.

“WHAT?!” Hera shrieked, turning to the corridor. This was a disaster! She couldn’t be seen having her Master run off on her! She’d be a laughing stock!

And it just had to be one of the few versions of Harem Hotel he might actually be able to escape. Damn it!

“ZEUS! Get your damn ass over here!” Hera screamed. There was a flash of lightning and Hera’s servant appeared before her.

Zeus had been the king of the Olympians in the old Greek tales. Ironic, perhaps, then, that the Zeus before her served as nothing more than a servant. A maid in Hera's staff that Hera used to ensure that the Hotel stayed clean, that the food was well cooked, and the guests (especially the Master) were particularly pampered. Naturally, just like Aphrodite, Zeus was a dead-gorgeous woman with huge tits. This assistant had more of a glamorous matriarch look..

“You called, Mistress Hera?” She curtsied, her voice deep and throaty.

“Look after these bitches and give them the tour of the hotel whilst I hunt down Alex,” Hera grumbled, lifting her toga and chasing after Alex. That boy was going to be a Master, whether he wanted to or not.

United States

Kimberly

Kimberly was the one to open the door, only by a crack. She tried to keep her body hidden behind the door as she tried to keep her new bimbo body hidden. Kim felt too terrified to speak, like a snake had curled around her throat.

The Templars were the secret police of America. There to keep the sinful down, the communists out, and enforce the Christian values of the United States across the free land. They were ruthless and fanatical. Everyone remembered the times they would march down the streets, dragging the Jews, the Muslims, and the gays from their homes in order to rebuild Christian America.

“Good evening, Ms Adams. Let us in.” The man who spoke seemed deceptively plain. He, like all officers of the Templars, wore a reverend's collar around his neck. His uniform was impeccably white and black, with a cross on his shoulder to designate his authority. A military cap was placed on his head, and his face was stern but gentle.

Kimberly knew better than to hesitate. Her heart slammed in her chest as she scrambled to open the door with trembling fingers. As soon as it was open, Samantha and Cadance made sure to cover their bodies but Kim could not help but notice that the officer had flashed a nasty sneer at their outfits. Two soldiers followed behind them. Both were armed. One of them muttered what sounded like a nasty, lewd comment about their bodies under his breath, and Kim found herself covering herself as if she was naked.

“Officer.” Cadance greeted, but she had her hands on her skirt. “I…well… we didn’t ask to be like this.”

Kimberly noticed that the soldiers were adjusting their guns, and one was seemingly having a twitchy index finger. He looked at Kim like she was an unpleasant piece of dirt.

The officer also wrinkled his nose. “It’s been a countrywide event. The devil Hera has unleashed her plague upon our lands. Women across the Christian Lands have been affected. All thanks to your mother’s stubbornness.”

There was a sharpness in his voice, a distaste when he spoke of their mother. “Our mother was kidnapped! Kidnapped and forced to play this game!”

Cadance nodded. “Aren’t you going to get her back? Isn’t that why you’re here? To rescue her?”

“No.” The Templar said coldly. “No, that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to do my duty for God and country. Even if your mother seems to have forgotten it.”

“What–what do you mean?” Kimberly asked, angry at the injustice she was facing.

“Your mother seems to not be cooperating. She seems determined to doom God’s chosen people, the United States, to death. As such, the President has demanded that you accompany us to serve as motivation.” The officer said, nodding to the two guards who accompanied him. They stepped forward.

“Wait, stop.” Samantha cried, raising a hand in protest.

“Get your hands off me,” Kimberly growled, trying to fight her way out of the soldier’s grip. Beside her, Cadance did the same, but the soldiers were too strong.

“Rest assured, so long as your mother cooperates in these…games, you won’t be hurt.” The officer said, his voice gentle and yet sinister. One of the soldiers placed a bag over Kimberly’s face and darkness covered her vision. She could feel herself being dragged away. She lost all sense of direction, simply being swallowed by the darkness.

“What do we do with her?” A bored guard asked the officer.

“She’s not on the list. Just escort her home. Make sure she knows to keep her mouth shut. You can do that, sweetie, for America and God?” The officer’s voice was soft, like poisoned honey.

“Please don’t hurt them,” Samantha begged. Her voice sounded more distant now as they were dragged away.

"Samantha!" Cadance cried out.

"Help us!" Kimberly begged, her hand outstretched, until she was thrown into the back of some kind of van. She didn't hear Samantha but could feel Cadance to her side. She placed a hand onto hers and prayed to God that they'd make it through this all right.

Harem Hotel

Lady Vanite

Lady Vanite had a lot that she despised about Hera and Harem Hotel. The entire concept of the idea, for one, and how they took her wealth, her title, and her influence in the blink of an eye. She despised being treated as a servant and dressed in an outfit fit for a maid. She was a Vanite for Christ's sake! And then there was the disgusting entertainment they seemed to get from playing them around in a degrading fantasy. And then there was the worst part. That this ‘Harem Hotel’ was simply better than her own mansions.

“Down here we’re passing by the swimming pools. Naturally, you will find that the pool is fully heated, and we’ve also made sure to add plenty of different taps for bubble baths. So these pools can function both as warm baths to relax in as well as swimming pools to exercise in.” Zeus said casually as they walked around the swimming pool area. And yes, it was pools, as in plural. There were big pools for swimming laps, several smaller pools for relaxing or simply splashing around. A hundred different taps could be used to add bubble bath to the water, each with a different type. One made enormous bubbles the size of melons, another produced foam so thick you could walk on, and another (Vanite’s personal favourite) produced perfumed clouds the colour and smell of jasmine.

Even the King of England didn’t live like this.

“It might be worth learning to give massages yourself. I’m certain that your Master would appreciate it, especially of the sensual kind.” And that was another thing. No matter what the room, no matter how beautiful the decoration or how pampering the luxury, it all came back to how best they could serve as Alex’s sex slave. And Zeus was always clear to remind them of that fact.

“Here’s the gardens, we’ve made sure that the ground is smooth and won’t stain your bodies or clothes. Just in case any of you want to have a tumble in the grass.”

“This is the library. You can find all kinds of books here. Naturally, you can find the porn from all your worlds here if you wish to do research.”

“This is the arcade. You ought to know that our Master is autistic and a big fan of video games. The way into his heart is through his interests. It might also be worth researching a few video game babes to cosplay whilst he fucks you."

"And here we are at the gym. Rest assured that we have plenty of skin-tight gym wear for you to use whilst doing yoga and weights. We've even taken the liberty to ensure that your Master has secret cameras all over the place." Zeus went so far as to change her outfit and demonstrate this herself with a bit of yoga.

"This is the perfect spot for your Master to get the absolute best view of your ass. Be sure to work up a sweat if you can and angle it juuust right for that premium jerk-off material."

Zeus had given this advice with a cheerful smile and a helpful attitude. She seemed to have no awareness of the situation or the vile debasement she seemed to be expecting of them. What Lady Vanite found particularly disturbing was that this ‘helpfulness’ seemed sincere, and even an act of kindness in her mind.

“And here we are on the top floor. Your bedrooms are here.” Zeus said, gesturing to three separate rooms. “The showers are here. Whilst you will have your own toilets, the showers will be shared so if any of you want some steamy lesbian sex, it’ll be easy. And of course you should know your Master has cameras here for you to earn VP points.”

“Is there anywhere where he won’t be spying?” Mary demanded, eyes like narrowed slits.

“Well.” Zeus tapped her chin in thought. "Sadly, he won't be able to spy on you in your home civilisations. If he had received the All-seeing eye transformation, he would have been able to, and it would have been much easier for your transformations to rack up points. So you'll most likely have to return to the hotel in order to score VP."

"Great." Mary snarled, her every syllable dripping with sarcasm. "When can we leave?"

"Tonight, Mistress Hera has graciously allowed you to return home to your civilisations so as to better coordinate on how best to serve your Master. Though some nights you will be expected to stay." Zeus's eyes glinted with joy. "After all, interactions between roommates have always been a staple of Harem Hotel, but with the civilisation edition being the core theme here, we wish to ensure you can coordinate with your own civilisations on how best to serve your Master as soon as possible."

"Like hell to that. As soon as I can, I'm leaving this place and never coming back!" Mary snarled, her fists clenched at her sides in defiance.

Declared intent to abandon Master: -10VP

Zeus's smile slipped from her face, her eyes narrowed. She did not completely abandon her cheerful attitude, but she seemed to regard Mary like a petulant toddler. "Ungrateful slave. You will be back to serve Alex, one way or another. I would advise that you learn that quickly."

Mary opened her mouth to speak, a finger raised, but Lady Vanite seized her by the arm. "Ignore her. Do not test her patience. Simply wait for the best opportunity to leave."

Aided contestant in abandoning Master: -5VP

It was enough to make Lady Vanite wince. She could practically feel the VP being lost like she had slipped whilst climbing a cliff. She was in the negatives now, and hanging by a thread. Mercifully, Mary got the message and shut her trap.

"So what would be the best way to earn VP points?” Ashara asked, forcing her voice to be as sweet as possible.

“Just know that it’s all about pleasing your Master Alex. So if he doesn’t experience the fruits of your service, you won’t earn any points.” Zeus’s sweet smile returned to her voice as she spoke.

So Lady Vanite would have to find Alex to earn any VP score? That would be frustrating, but at least she would have the time. Unlike the others, she was in no hurry to return home. She didn’t even want to think of what kind of shack she now lived in due to her small chest.

“How cruel, it’s so easy to lose points at any time, but you must beg for your Master's attention to earn them?" Orbita said, but she seemed more intrigued than anything else. Curious. Almost approving. "You have engineered this game quite well."

"Why thank you." Zeus beamed. She missed the sarcasm, or at least the implications.

"You must be very impressed, mustn't you? Happen to be taking notes?" Ashara scowled, her blue eyes darting at Orbita with distrust.

The evil Queen rolled her eyes at her enemy. “Poor, stupid Ashara. Perhaps I am. Has the Blue Wizard never taught you the value of learning from your foes?”

“Oh, I’ve learned plenty from you, Orbita. You might not be so glad that I did.” Ashara growled, arms folding over her chest.

“Sorry, dear.” Orbita laughed, a mirthless laugh designed to anger. “But I find that hard to believe.”

“Might I ask a question, Ms Zeus?” Lady Vanite simply didn’t know what the proper way to address this woman was.

“Just Zeus, please. No titles necessary for me.” Zeus said, her grin wide and toothy.

“I was under the impression that in classic mythology Zeus was the King of the Gods and a male Olympian, but you are-“

“A sexy bitch?” Zeus asked, placing her hands on her hips. “Well, I try my best.”

“I was going to say a Queen.” Lady Vanite snapped, blushing heavily.

“Oh no, not a Queen. I serve Hera. She is my Queen.” Zeus said, shaking her magnificent head. “But a woman? Yes, I am.” She posed seductively, leaning her head back and thrusting her chest forwards. “As for those old tales? They're not about us. They simply served as inspiration for us."

The answer perplexed Lady Vanite. "Inspired how?"

"Names are for mortals, Sweetie. We, immortals, don't really use them. But when Hera had the idea to start this show, naturally we needed to come up with names since we would be streaming to a mortal audience."

"Wait..." Alema squinted at Zeus. "You mean you lot are just LARPers?"

"In a way, yes. Like humans wearing costumes of ants and beetles. Hera liked the whole Olympian vibe, and she liked the idea of our names as Olympians as we deliver your civilisations to Alex as his slave kingdoms. Much as Hera offered Paris all of Asia and Europe, so too will Hera give Alex your nations." Zeus shrugged. "So the name seemed appropriate. As for myself, since I take care of the Hotel, I took the name of the God of Hospitality. Zeus, if you didn't guess already."

"And Aphrodite?" Ashara asked, a little more curious than expected.

"She's a unique case, voted upon by the viewers. All your BP vendors took their names from the old Greek mythology, but Aphrodite is from a transformation. Just means that you'll get a few freebies from her. But rest assured, your BP vendors are all on your side." Zeus said brightly. The twinkle in her eye was genuine, and that remained the most disgusting part.

"Forgive me if I don't take your word for it." Lady Vanite grunted, arms folded over her nearly completely exposed chest. And her non-existent chest, some part of her noted bitterly. "Speaking of which, where are the Bonus Points vendors?"

"Oh, they'll be there when you need them," Zeus said unhelpfully.

"That's helpful." Lady Vanite stroked a hand through her hair. She had nothing to gain by standing around. She would have to explore the Hotel further. Either she would find Alex or her BP vendor, whichever came first. "I must bid you adieu, my Ladies. I'm going to stretch my legs, and I do hope you'll forgive me."

"Let us know if you find Alex," Alema suggested, timidly. "We need his help to gain VP points."

"Actually, we should all search for him," Ashara noted, eyes furrowed in thoughtful concentration. "No point standing around, and we're wasting time."

Zeus gave them a beatific smile. "A wise move, my dears. I'm sure you'll find him soon. After all, Hera will make sure of it.”

Harem Hotel

Alex

Which way did this lead? Alex had no idea. He had no idea where he was going, what he was doing, or what he was thinking. He just knew that he had to get out of here. He needed to wait until the dream–no, the nightmare ended. Any moment now.

Alex felt dirty. Mary was right. He was a degenerate. He had done this. He had agreed to that damn email, and he had condemned those poor girls to their fate. He needed to fix this. But he couldn’t fix this. He was useless.

Useless, useless, useless.

He had run through the halls with neither plan nor reason. He simply took turns at random, a left here, a right there. When there were stairs that led downwards, he tended to take them. Until he was in the basement, and then he started looking for stairs back up. He never backtracked, but often went in circles. He feared that someone was chasing him. Some invisible monster just out of earshot.

But he heard nothing. He saw nothing. And it unnerved him more than footsteps. A chase would give him some feeling of perspective. Some sense of whether he was gaining ground or being caught.

He pushed another door open and charged through. Big mistake. He was suddenly at the very top of the hotel, standing over a balcony and about to trip over to certain death. His arms swayed in massive circles, trying to steady himself.

“WHOA!”

“Careful there.” A familiar egocentric voice said. “Wouldn’t want you getting hurt. Resurrections are such tedious amounts of paperwork and tend to reflect poorly on my reputation.”

Alex turned around and, sure enough, Hera was there. She was leaning across the wall, with an all-too-cocky smirk on her face. “Enjoying the view?”

Alex looked to the door and realised that it wasn’t leading to the same corridor he had run through before. Instead, it was a bedroom, and not just any bedroom, but the bedroom of his dreams. Unimaginable opulence, the finest luxuries, the softest beds and kept to the finest climate.

“I see you’ve managed to find your quarters on your own. What a responsible Master," Hera teased. Her teasing lacked the malice that she seemed to direct at the other girls. It was softer, friendlier, more like the gentle ribbing that friends would share with each other. Or at least that's what Alex assumed, having no friends of his own to compare it to.

"H-how did I get here?" Alex stammered. He felt dizzy, like he'd been spun like a top a thousand times.

"Oh, that? Simple teleportation spell. Wanted to get you alone where we wouldn't be distracted." Hera said, placing one hand on Alex's shoulder. It was enough to make him jump.

"P-please..." He gasped. He didn't know what to say. Should he jump? Would the girls go back home if he died? Could he-

Alex let out a gasp as he felt strong arms pull him into a hug. And though Alex was keenly aware of Hera's 'unbelievably sexy' body (and particularly her massive tits) he found himself feeling comforted. Perhaps despite himself, he was calming down, and perhaps grateful. Hera smelled like the finest perfumes, and her breasts were as soft as pillows.

"Shhh...shhh... don't worry, Alex, I'm here for you." Hera purred. Her voice sounded alien in how gentle it was. He knew he shouldn't trust her, but he could feel his panic calm down. As if by some spell. "I think we got off on the wrong foot."

He snapped out of it and pushed her away. A single spark of adrenaline, which quickly became one of terror as it occurred to him that he’d just attacked a goddess who could smite him with a wave of her finger. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I…I…”

Hera smiled. “It’s okay, Alex, really, it’s okay. Come on, let’s sit down. The view of your kingdom is splendid, but it’s a little bit overwhelming, isn’t it?”

Alex glanced over at the view of ‘his kingdom’ from the balcony. With a sinking feeling in his gut, he realised that he was on an island, surrounded by crystal blue seas as far as the eye could see. He wasn't on Earth anymore. He realised that quickly. There could be no island like this, not with the skies and oceans so polluted. It was beautiful, and it was magnificent. Only in Alex's wildest fantasies did he imagine owning something like this. A vast mansion, with estates of perfect gardens stretching over the island, several outdoor pools, and beaches filled with crisp and soft sands.

There’s no way off. There’s nowhere to go.

“Come back from there, Alex. Let us take a seat together. Assuming, of course, you’re not appreciating the view from your seat of power.” Hera purred, walking away with a sway to her ass.

Alex spared another glance at the balcony and followed her. Inside, he found the penthouse of the island, with a vast living area, halls that led to different rooms, each the size of an apartment. A bedroom, a private kitchen, a home cinema.

There were seven statues. He noticed the one on the right was Aphrodite. As beautiful as the Goddess that had appeared before Ashara. Upon the central table there was one of Hera. Made of gold, reflecting her ego, no doubt.

Hera sat on the sofa, a soft and luxurious leather one where she had her arms spread across the top. Alex took the seat across from her, his hands folded in his lap.

“I can’t do this.” He blurted out before Hera could utter a word. He blushed as if he’d just yelled at the teacher. He felt like he was being tested.

“Oh, and why not?” Hera asked, her smile no longer sadistic and cruel, but comforting and caring.

Alex found it scarier than her sadism. “I can’t make six women fall for me. I can’t even make a friend. I can’t rule these civilisations, I can’t even get a job. What made you think I was the one to be given this responsibility? I’m completely in over my head here!”

Hera threw back her head and chuckled. “You poor, sweet boy. You think this is your responsibility? You have no responsibilities. You need only enjoy yourself.”

“But-“ How could he? That would be a death sentence. Not just to his ‘harem’ but to the world as well. “Why are you doing this?”

Hera studied Alex closely, her golden eyes looking at him with an emotion he didn’t recognise. She held up two fingers and a card appeared in her hand. She threw it, and it glided into Alex’s hand.

• A Master Always Knows: For the duration of this conversation, Alex can always tell when his host is lying. (Freebie, Temporary)

“For the record Alex,” Hera said, taking a sip of water. “A host can lie about a lot of things. But not really a transformation. It’s a big no-no.”

Alex knew she was telling the truth. Just like with the email earlier, it was like an angel was whispering in his ear, carefully filtering truth from lie and finding no doubt that it was somehow all indisputably true.

“And now that we understand each other, I want to tell you something.” Hera placed a hand and locked her golden eyes with Alex's. Alex didn't know if it was a magical force or simply the natural charisma that brought his gaze to her eyes, but he was shocked by the sincerity within them.

"I pity you."

"Wha-what?" Hera suddenly seemed like an entirely different woman. Alien to the woman who'd inflicted all those transformations.

"The world you live in is unfair. Cruel. All because of you being who you are." Hera said. Her voice was like a whisper, equal parts comforting and seductive.

"That's not..." Alex gripped the fabric of his trousers. “I’m not sure if it’s true? Some people say that my ADHD is to blame for my laziness, but I don’t know if it’s true. What does laziness even look like to normal people?”

If he hoped for an answer from Hera, he was sure to be disappointed. “Oh no. Not that. No, what I despise is how people hate how weak you are.”

“Huh?”

“Your parents, your brother Franklin, the people you ask for help. Aren’t they sick of how weak you are? How you don’t have a spine?” Hera said all this, and Alex knew it to be true. He suspected all along, but the transformation made it all too clear it was true.

He hung his head in shame. “I can’t blame them. If I wasn’t-“

“I can,” Hera said sharply, and Alex’s gaze snapped back to hers. “I can absolutely blame them. And between you and me, Alex, I know what it’s like to have the world hate your weakness more than the wicked. To treat you as if not having a spine is some kind of crime.”

“No you-“ But she did. How?

“And I know how unfair it is. I know what it’s like to be you. And I’ve studied you, Alex. I know how you crave power even if it’s overshadowed by your fear of responsibility. I’ve seen your fantasies after all.” She said coquettishly.

“They’re just fetishes. Wanting is better than having.” He said timidly. “And I don’t want what you’re doing.”

“All of you? No. Only part of you doesn’t want it, the part of you that cares about doing the right thing. That part makes you weak, Alex.” Hera’s nostrils flared. “And that’s the part of you the world hates. You’re baggage that they don’t want to have to bother carrying. But that’s going to change, Alex.”

Hera got to her feet and dusted off her toga. “Now you’re going to be the most powerful man in your world. In any world. You’re going to have armies that defy the boundaries of genre, and a harem to match. You fear that destiny, but Alex, when you have it. You’ll never go back.”

She walked to the door. “If you’re feeling kind, find your harem and help them earn some VP.. But really, Alex, it’s up to you. You don’t owe them a thing. I know I didn’t.”

She left the room, leaving Alex alone with his thoughts as the transformation burned up in his hand. Its purpose fulfilled.

A/N: Several major things I need to mention in the author’s notes this chapter. First of all, as you might have noticed, the background images of the swimming pool, hotel and penthouse were done with ChatGPT instead of ComfyUI. I can’t use ChatGPT as a replacement since it doesn’t do NSFW, so all characters are still done with ComfyUI.

I wanted to ask if it’s too much of a clash? ComfyUI seems to struggle with background shots (or at least the model I’m using does). Are people okay with me mixing and matching?

Should I mix ChatGPT images with comfyui?

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Second of all, I’ve replaced the busty bounty suggestion document with Google Forms, as the Google doc was causing issues for some people. No need to repost, but there are some clarifications I wish to add, which are on the form.

Busty Bounties Suggestions

Speaking of Google Forms, I’ve created one for transformation suggestions. Ideally, suggest your TF on the Discord server so I can give my input, but don't let that stop you from adding to the poll.

Transformation Suggestions

Special thanks to OnAndOn_Anon and PandaPalace for proofreading.

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Also have a bonus image for you, courtesy of RoyalGambler for making this on the Discord. But I wrote the article titles so the typos are my fault.