Transformation Poll 1

“Now, if there are no further questions,” Jack purred, now a pale busty woman, her black hair in a short bob. Her sable dress was short with full sleeves and a shoulderline held straight by two winged shoulderpads. “we can move on to - “

“What. About. Transformations?!” Zoe snarled through gritted teeth.

“The transformations,” Jack finished with a sickly sweet smile. “Honestly Zoe, some patience would do you good.”

Zoe threw her hands up in frustration while Robin tried to stifle a nervous giggle.

“Transformations are a time-honored staple of Harem Hotel. Each round opens with a vote where the audience picks an…adjustment for each one of you.” Jack continued, her green eyes locked on Zoe. “These changes are fairly wide ranging, and can affect your body, your behavior, even your minds in some cases.”

Ulyssa let out a flat, disbelieving “What” while Ipheara’s feathery antennas twitched nervously. Nyx clenched her fists while Eleana held her enigmatic smile.

“Each of you will have three transformation paths,” Jack continued. “These paths serve as a rough ‘theme’ for your potential changes. Most of everyone’s paths are related to their current identity.”

“How can they be related to our current identity and transformational? Zoe challenged.

“Oh, you can always be a little more, don’t you think?” Jack replied, their smile growing toothy. They let the silence stretch just a second too long before continuing.

“This season we’re doing things a little differently. All the potential transformations have either been submitted by our lovely audience or our hard-working staff. Each round a transformation for each of your paths will be drawn from the submission pool at random.”

Jack slowly spun her hand and a flat circle appeared in her hand. She flicked her wrist and the circle popped out into a brightly colored felt top hat.

“But first I think a small demonstration is in order,” Jack said. “And who better than our very own Mastress? Robin Shepherd, please come forth.”

Robin looked around confusedly until Jack called them again, gesturing them forward. Robin slid out of the Mastress’ throne and gingerly stepped towards the Host who was wearing an oddly comforting smile.

“Robin,” Jack proclaimed once they were finally within arm’s reach. “Our Producers have seen fit to grace you with a transformation to start the season. It is: Binary Toggle: Robin has lived their whole life wishing they could appear more masculine or more feminine, yet was restrained by their primitive biology. This transformation grants them an adaptable physique capable of fulfilling those desires at will.”

Before Robin could react Jack gently cupped their chin, leaned forward, and kissed them on the forehead.

Warmth erupted from where Jack’s lips had met their skin and Robin couldn’t help but gasp. It flowed through them, the warmth cascading down like they were standing under a showerhead. It was an effusive feeling, pervasive, until they could feel it in each individual finger and toe.

Jack stepped back, looking Robin up and down as though she was admiring her handiwork.

“Now what?” Robin whispered, flexing their fingers. They gathered the courage to look down at themselves but couldn’t see anything different.

“Now it’s up to you.” Jack said. “You can now shift between a masculine or feminine form with a simple thought.”

“So all I have to do is…?” Robin pointed at their head and trailed off uncertainly while Jack gently nodded.

Well, here goes…

Robin closed their eyes to concentrate, because that seemed the right thing to do, and focused on becoming feminine.

Almost immediately they could feel it. Robin was tempted to open their eyes and watch, but they were worried it would break the spell and whatever was happening would stop. Instead they squeezed their eyes closed even tighter and tried to hold onto their thoughts as they felt their body begin to shift.

The first sensation was a gentle compression, a squeezing around their shoulders and waist, pushing down and tightening in. At first Robin was afraid they wouldn’t be able to breathe, but a couple long, steadying inhales/exhales reassured them.

Just as they were coming to terms with that feeling it was replaced with another; a subtle swelling, like their body was pushing out against itself. Robin could feel their jeans become tight around their widening hips and butt and they clenched their fists, fighting the urge to feel their body changing under their hands. Their nipples went rock hard as their sensitivity suddenly seemed to skyrocket. The swelling sensation moved there, and Robin couldn’t help but gasp as they felt two small, soft weights push out against their shirt.

Robin’s nipples weren’t the only thing hard now, yet as the moments ticked by their cock seemed to be pushing against the fabric of their underwear less and less even as it remained almost painfully erect. The intensity of their arousal wasn’t dissipating, it was being concentrated, condensed, to a small singular point. Robin couldn’t help but moan through gritted teeth as there was a sudden inversion and it felt like something was being pushed up through their crotch.

“Holy shit,” someone whispered. Robin thought it was Zoe.

Robin kept their eyes clenched shut but the changes seemed to have finally stopped. However a whole host of new sensations flooded their mind. Their nipples tingled with every small movement that pulled their shirt across them. The two small masses pulled against their chest that Robin knew what had to be but didn’t dare yet name. Lower still their arousal yet lingered, but it was different, aching, empty. It was warm and flushed and Robin was intensely aware of the dampness gathering between their thighs.

They finally opened their eyes.

There stood Jack, grinning like a cat that had just caught a particularly plump bird. Beside her, suspended in mid-air, was a frameless full length mirror that must have materialized while Robin was focused on other matters.

“Ready to see?” Jack asked eagerly, cocking her head towards the mirror.

Robin wasn’t sure they would ever be ready, but they slowly stepped towards the mirror. Even without the mirror the difference was already apparent to them. The small sway in their hips, the slight jiggle in their chest with every footfall. The walk was instinctual, but noticeably different.

Robin kept their eyes on Jack until they were directly in front of the mirror. Only then did they finally turn to look.

Robin gasped.

The reflection was a stunning mix of the familiar and the new. Their face was still them, but not. Their green eyes were a little bigger, their nose a little smaller, their jaw a little softer. It was just enough to push them out of androgyny into girlish. Their black hair was just a few inches longer, now just past their chin instead of their ears and Robin unthinkingly found themselves pushing it behind one ear.

Further down, the changes were more dramatic. Robin could tell from the fit of their clothes that overall they were smaller. Their shirt was now too big across their shoulders and the hems of their jeans reached the floor. Their shoes felt loose on their feet and Robin couldn’t help but experimentally wiggle their toes in the empty space.

However while their clothing was looser in some places it was tighter in others.

Their jeans had gone from comfortable to slightly tight across their hips, butt, and thighs. As Robin examined themselves they realized not only had their hips widened, but their waist had narrowed. Together it was just enough to give them an hourglass shape that denied masculinity. Robin had been told that they had a cute butt before but when they turned to the side it was clearly even more so now. It had expanded from nice and tight, to a curved pert thing, with just enough to grab.

Still standing profile to the mirror, Robin finally, finally raised their eyes to their chest.

They had breasts.

They weren’t large, but to someone who had spent their entire life without up to that point the weight was undeniable. Robin tried to guess at the size - A cup? Maybe a small B? - before giving up. This was something they had never had to contextualize before and they lacked the necessary knowledge. What Robin did know is they were enough to push out their shirt in an undeniable way and that their now larger nipples were creating two visible dents in the fabric.

Having examined it piecemeal, Robin finally saw their reflection in the whole and the strangest thing of all was that it didn’t feel strange at all. It was new, it was different, but overall it felt like slipping into a fresh set of clothes for the first time. They felt comfortable in this body.

She felt comfortable in this body.

The word fell into her mind naturally and locked everything else in place. This body was undeniably female, and Robin would wear that label unashamedly. She was filled with a giddy, dizzying feeling at the sudden certainty as she ran a hand down her new form from her breasts down to her ass.

A small cough finally reminded her that she wasn’t alone.

Cheeks blushing Robin spun to face the other individuals in the amphitheater. The harem. Her harem.

Ipheara’s four hands were clutched tightly together but it was hard to read the emotions in her large black eyes. Beverly - still clad in Robin’s hoodie - was hunched behind the moth woman, her furless hackles raised. Itzel looked downright shocked while Ulyssa stood there with a cocked eyebrow and her mouth hanging open in a wordless question. Eleana still wore her weirdly serene smile, but her brow was lifted just enough to show she was interested in watching how this would unfold. Meanwhile Leanne’s eyes lazily but appreciatively traced Robin’s new curves.

Robin turned her attention to Nyx and Zoe and the difference could not be more stark.

While Leanne was looking with obvious interest, Nyx looked downright hungry. Her intense gaze swept up Robin’s body and back down in a way the new girl could almost feel. Robin was suddenly acutely aware of just how much taller Nyx was then her, especially now. It didn’t make her feel unsafe but it was sending odd sensations to the one part of her new anatomy she hadn’t dared thoroughly interrogate yet.

Zoe on the other hand looked thoroughly uncomfortable. Her eyes would find Robin’s before looking away at the amphitheater, her hands, the floor, and then repeat the whole motion again. Her lips were pulled tight and Robin could see the obvious tension she was trying to hide in her raised shoulders.

“As much as we are all enjoying the show,” Robin jumped as Jack suddenly broke the silence. The Host had materialized directly behind her at some point. “We do need to move things along.”

Robin nodded and decided to return to her original form for now; this day was already strange enough as it was. This time she kept her eyes open as the changes slowly reverted themselves. Feeling her shoulders pop and her spine extend were novel sensations, as was their cock gradually returning. They were still very erect and Robin desperately hoped no one would notice as they awkwardly slinked back to their throne.

“I must let you know,” Jack called after the retreating Mastress, “That you’ll be able to upgrade this transformation and both your forms as the season progresses.”

Robin settled back into the Mastress throne with a squirm and nodded like Jack had just said something completely reasonable. The Host returned the acknowledgement before suddenly pulling her hands together in a single, sharp clap.

“Now that you’ve all had a demonstration, it’s time to discover what transformational opportunities await you all!” Jack declared with a sweep of her arm. “We’ll go by order of appearance, starting with our own moth madam!

Ipheara squeaked and wrung her four hands. Jack reached deep into the hat, deeper than she should have physically been able to. When her hand reappeared she held three small slips of paper.

“Ipheara Psycha, your transformation options for Round One are…!” Jack declared, unfolding one of the slips and reading it aloud.

Bug Zapper: A proper Harem member should find their Mastress captivating. Ipheara's body will be extremely sensitive to the touch of the Mastress' fingers and genitals. Additionally, the Mastress will be able to will a charge of erotically stimulating electricity directly during intimate contact. (NPC)

Farmer Physique: Ipheara gains more strength. Her shoulders become broader, and her legs are used to carrying heavy loads from the farm. (Farmer)

Doting Mother: Ipheara has always looked out for people who were younger than her and doted on the children of others. She now will dote on all the younger people in the harem. (Mother)

https://strawpoll.com/Qrgew59Njyp

“Do you have a preference among those three?” Jack asked, grinning a little too wide.

“You mean I get a say?” Ipheara asked hopefully.

“No!” Jack replied. “Not at all! But it’s fun for me and the audience.”

“I…I guess ‘Doting Mother?’ It doesn’t seem too bad…”

“Excellent choice! We'll have a moth mommy in no time!”

Jack bowled over Ipheara’s protests, moving on to-

“Itzel Ramirez!” Her arm plunged back into the hat, grabbing three new slips. “Let’s see what potential lies in wait for our resident alien!”

Child of the Stars: During the evening Itzel feels closer to her heritage and less melancholic. From sundown to sunup her senses are sharper than normal and she becomes more sensitive. (Star Citizen)

Whatever You Want: Others can ask Itzel for things, and she will be more inclined to fulfil these requests. She expects nothing in return, and this transformation suppresses any urgency in others to do or give anything in return. (Parasite)

Among Us: Itzel will be able to shift to her human form at will, but she'll have to orgasm to trigger the change. Her arousal will build as long as she’s in her human form and another orgasm is required to return to her alien form. (Weird Science.)

https://strawpoll.com/bVg8BOxDeyY

“Oh wow. The first one, definitely.” Itzel said. “It seems the least extreme.”

“‘Seems’ being the operative word.” Jack replied with a wink and a twirl of the hat. “Moving on to the queen of pies, Zoe Moretti!”

Flygande Jakob Pizza: This Swedish pizza with toppings akin to a casserole of the same name. The dish is basically a version of whatever remained in the creator's fridge, thrown together for a mixed result that has to be your thing. From now on, just like the dish that inspired this, Zoe will receive a mix of leftover transformations from two different contestants. (Pizza)

Romance Linguist: Zoe gains fluency in all Romance languages (Latin, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Catalan, and Romanian). When she uses one of those languages anyone who hears her grows more aroused. (Romantic)

There Is More Than Meets The Eye: Zoe's skateboard can transform into a tiny robot that will aid her in her pursuits whilst also making lewd suggestions each time they speak. (Skater Girl)

https://strawpoll.com/mpnb1jMDEy5

“What the hell kind of pizza is that? There’s no way that’s real.” Zoe grumbled. “And how is that last one related to skateboarding?”

“You’ll have to ask Avril Lavigne,” Jack shrugged. “Next contestant, the prodigal beaver, Beverly Perdue!”

Product Recall: Beverly gains knowledge on how to prepare and cook all products her family's company produces. She grows aroused anytime she uses this knowledge. (Heiress)

Dramatic Reenactment: Whenever Beverly hears about or finds evidence of a "crime" (anything sexual), she will feel the need to recreate it as best she can to help her understand exactly what happened. Others nearby may find themselves drawn in to make it more accurate. (Cold Case)

Scent Marking: Like any good beaver Beverly now has a castor sac which she uses to mark her territory. This scent is alluring to all who smell it. (Feral)

https://strawpoll.com/7MZ0kPwx1go

“Thoughts, Miss Perdue?”

Beverly cocked her head to one side before letting out a series of chirps and chitters.

“Well, that would certainly be interesting!” Jack replied, eyebrows raised.

Iphera attempted to translate: “She said -”

“Nyx Experia!” Jack interrupted. “Speaking of more than meets the eye. Let’s see what awaits.”

Towering: Nyx will always be two heads taller than the tallest person in the room and will dynamically change to ensure that. (Amazon)

Putting the Ass in Assassin: Nyx is a complete top and has no interest in ever being a bottom. So why have a hole? She will no longer need to use the restroom and her back door will disappear, being replaced with smooth skin. In addition, her butt and hips will grow quite noticeably; though the clap of her ass cheeks might alert the guards now. (Assassin)

Midnight Oil: Nyx can no longer sleep at night. Instead of falling asleep her conscious mind swaps with some other dreamer leaving each of them in control of the other’s body for the night. Better sleep in the day, or else get used to hearing about what your body did without you. (Nightlife)

https://strawpoll.com/ajnE1jbJBnW

“What the fuck?! The first one is the only one that’s not terrible, and I’m pretty sure I’m already the tallest person here.” Nyx’s challenging eyes swept the room. “Well, maybe besides the moth lady. Hey lady, how tall are you?”

“Leanne Powell! Let’s see what trouble you can drift into.” Jack continued.

Right Here on the Couch: Leanne will become embarrassed by the idea of having sex in private and much more comfortable doing it where someone else might see instead. It will be seen as normal behavior by anyone who catches Leanne and her partner(s) in the act. (Couch Surfer)

Pleasure Transceiver: Any pleasure felt by any of the other harem members is sent to Leanne at 1/2 strength. Conversely, any pleasure Leanne feels is sent to everyone else at 1/10 strength. (Hedonist)

Tip of My Tongue: Leanne's not great with names. From now on whenever she misnames someone she's talking to she'll feel the need to make it up to them using her tongue and/or mouth. (Scatterbrain)

https://strawpoll.com/e2naXp3BAyB

“Those are all so hot,” Leanne murmured. “But I think that second one. The other ones feel like too much work.”

Jack spun the hat around her finger and moved on to -

“Ulyssa Abbot! What’s waiting on your doorstep?”

Hecatoncheires: Ulyssa will become supernaturally skilled at using her hands to bring pleasure. She will also always find she has an extra hand available to help her out, even if she's already using ninety-nine of them. (Classical Roots)

Self Destruct: Ulyssa will begin to experience extreme sensations of lust when feeling anger, annoyance or hate. (Doors of Perception)

Four Job Fiesta!: By wearing a costume Ulyssa gains abilities themed to the outfit. The costume is permanently modified with added sex appeal. (Freelancer)

https://strawpoll.com/3RnYXz5GWye

Ulyssa's jaw tightened, but otherwise her face held steady.

“The first one,” She finally admitted through gritted teeth once she realized Jack wasn’t going to let this moment pass. “At least that one is under my control…”

Jack nodded but her face fell as she finally approached Eleana, who still wore her unassuming, bemused smile. Jack’s grin returned but it didn’t quite reach her eyes which were locked with Eleana’s own, like the Host was trying to look through the enigmatic layers surrounding this woman.

“Eleana Rosovich!” Jack finally said.

From Patron to Pet: A being of infinite power limiting herself for the sake of a Harem Hotel lark? Well, actions have consequences. Her immense eldritch power is transferred to the Mastress and Eleana shall be their first contracted witch. The more the Mastress understands the eldritch power, the more is available for Eleana via pact magick. The Mastress can gain that understanding by boring instruction or sexual osmosis. (Eldritch Being)

Tea Time: Eleana is given a tea set with which she can brew magical teas that affect those who consume them. Unfortunately since she's given up her magick for the show, it's going to take some trial and error to determine which brew does what. (Magick User)

Class is in Session: On Eleana's day with the Mastress, she will host a class for the whole Harem on the sexual arts. Each week will focus on a different sex act and end with a practical demonstration. (Substitute Teacher)

https://strawpoll.com/GJn44MNo7nz

“Oh dear, they all sound so interesting!” Eleana’s eyes twinkled as she hid her mouth with her hand coquettishly. “I just want the audience to surprise me with a good one!”

“Of course…” Jack muttered, her eyes narrowing. Eleana just stood there, still smiling, turning her palms out to the Host as though to show they were empty.

“Well there you have it folks!” The Host said, suddenly launching back into her showman’s spiel. “Your potential transformations for each contestant! A special thanks to all that dropped a suggestion in the pot and for those of you that just thought of something? Well, there’s always next round.”

Jack raised the hat in the air before letting it roll down her arm, across her shoulders, and catching it in her other hand. It vanished with a flick of her wrist.

“Remember: the second place transformation for each contestant will return next round and the path that receives the least votes will be dropped and replaced.”

“You also have the opportunity to vote in our ‘Best Contestant Poll!’ Which of our eight lovely contestants is your favorite thus far? Did their looks catch your eye? Do you like their personality? Did their feral chattering charm your heart? Whatever the reason, let us know your rankings. There’s BP on the line for the winner!”

Best Contestant: https://strawpoll.com/61gD9pqW5Zw

“Polls are now open!”