Topic: The Resort
A commission for Demonman. Megumi Kerns, having trouble getting a job after graduating college, ends up as a Host in the exclusive Resort. When she arrives, Megumi finds out the Resort specializes in transformed guests and employees. In fact, as part of her employment she'll have to get transformed herself. Thus begins a young woman's foray into a world of sex and transformations.
Megumi closed the door to her tiny apartment behind her with a sigh. Her purse ended up tossed on the small table in the entryway while the woman herself collapsed on the couch. After all this time, she thought she's finally found the one. But no, this job interview was a dud just like the others. Six months of failure after her graduation last June. Back then Megumi had such big dreams about what she'd do with her degree in interpersonal relations. She could help make companies build more efficient workforces, or help them design products to appeal to customers. But after months of unanswered resumes and go nowhere interviews Megumi was at her wit's end. She'd broadened her job search so far Megumi was one step above asking people if they wanted fries with that for a living.
Blowing out a long burst of air, Megumi sat up. As much as she wanted to lay there and wallow in her misery, these were her good interview clothes. With her savings nearly depleted and her massive pile of student loan payments looming Megumi could barely afford rent, let alone dry cleaning.
Megumi pushed herself up off the couch and stumbled toward her small bedroom. Inside, she stripped off her jacket, blouse, and pants and hung them as neatly as possible on their respective hangers. In just her bra and panties Megumi walked over to the full length mirror that had been a dorm-warming present from her mother when she first started college.
The woman reflected there wasn't beautiful by most conventions of the word and her blatant misery wasn't helping. Megumi's Waoi heritage had left her barely bumping up against five feet without shoes. Her figure was so thin she often got mistaken for a teenager dressing up in her mother's clothes. Megumi's face was heart shaped with a prominent chin, a thick nose, and almond shaped green eyes.
Megumi's one redeeming feature was her thick black hair, which fell in waves almost down to her butt. She's been tempted to cut it for monetary reasons these past few months, but Megumi couldn't bring herself to do it. Her locks were her one point of pride apart from her degree. It was what had attracted her only boyfriend…at least until he confessed he was more into boys and moved away to join a transformed commune in the mountains.
Great, those thoughts were making her even more depressed. Maybe some food would serve as a distraction.
Not even bothering to put more clothes on, Megumi left the bedroom for her tiny kitchen. The building she was in was supposed to be able to climate control all the units individually. This worked better in theory than practice and her place was always too warm. Megumi blamed this on the building manager Ms. Salazar, who came from a desert region and thought anything below 75 degrees was jacket weather. At least the thermostat was included in her rent, so she wasn't getting charged extra.
One bowl of pasta later, Megumi returned to her bedroom and took a seat at her desk. She was sorely tempted to try and brighten up her miserable day with what was becoming her main hobby, masturbation. It was the only way she could relieve the stress of her job hunt that didn't dip into her scant reserve of cash. In fact Megumi still had a tab open from last night, when she'd frigged away her pre-interview jitters.
The titles on all the various tabs teased and propositioned her. Some were stories, some were art. There was even a video or two all loaded up and ready to go. When Megumi had started masturbating she'd kept it to pretty vanilla stuff. Boy and girl, maybe an interesting position to spice it up. Over time the strange had started to feel ordinary and she'd been forced to dig deeper and deeper to find the satisfaction she craved.
It started with two girls and a guy. Then just two girls. She'd tried two guys as well, but for some reason that never stuck with her. Then she'd stumbled onto a guy and a transformed woman. In a way it was very simple, very similar to what she'd started with. The pair were having missionary sex, only the woman had a second set of breasts.
It was only a small change, but it started the cycle all over again. Soon Megumi found herself only aroused when the porn contained at least one transformee. Once again it started small; men with twin cocks, bright green women, or transgender changes. It quickly grew from there; women with no heads, men with animalistic creatures, and individuals it was impossible to determine the sex of. Assuming the trend continued like before, if Megumi didn’t find a job by next month she'd be orgasming to gross porn.
The thought of that, both the contents and the fact she could find it enjoyable, was enough to put a damper on Megumi's horniness. Deflated, she minimized that browser and opened another one. It was time to start her job hunt all over again. Megumi still had a few bites of pasta left, perhaps she could get through her e-mail before returning to the drudgery.
Despite not checking it since yesterday, there were only a handful of messages. One from her mother, asking how the job search was going. Megumi closed that one quickly and marked it for going back to later. Two more messages were from school friends who were having wonderful times with their new careers. Those went in the trash quickly, lest they spoil her mood even further. The rest were borderline spam adverts for places Megumi had bought things from before. She selected them all and hovered over the delete button when the tag line of one of the messages caught her eye. The Resort. Maybe she had won a free trip or something. Megumi unselected it before consigning its fellows to the digital dustbin.
Clicking on the message to open in, Megumi expected to have her hopes dashed by yet another piece of spam. Still, it was worth a look at least. But when Megumi saw the contents, her jaw dropped in shock.
We were made aware of your difficulties at finding a permanent position post-graduation by a friend. By this recommendation and your degree, we are willing to extend an interview to you for a position as one of our client Hosts. If you are interested, please be at the St. May hotel tomorrow at 10 AM sharp. Give your name to the front desk and they will tell you which room to go to. On the behalf of the staff of the Resort, we look forward to the chance to work with you.
General Manager, the Resort
It took two more reads before the contents of the message penetrated Megumi's brain. Not only did she have another interview, but they had come to her. Maybe this was the universe's way of finally making things up to her.
Rushing to her closet, Megumi checking on her interview clothes. They still looked wearable for another day, which was a relief. And speaking of relief, that was exactly what Megumi needed right now. Tossing her bra and panties on the bed, Megumi returned to her chair. She pulled on a set of headphones, no point in disturbing the neighbors, and re-opened her porn browser. Later, Megumi would need to make some decisions about tomorrow. But now, the hardest decision was what she wanted to watch first.
Megumi looked up from the sheet of paper in her hand to the building she was standing in the shade of and back. This was the place, according to her hastily printed directions. Yet it seemed far too fancy a place to hold something as simple as an interview. Megumi hadn't recognized the name the first time she'd read it, but after a bit of research she'd remembered the St. May was one of the oldest and most expensive hotels in the area. Cutting edge technology mixed with old school charm, according to their webpage.
Nervously, Megumi stepped through the glass front doors and into the St. May hotel. The interior was all dark woods and brass, looking even fancier than some of the posh rents she'd gone to parties at back in college. Megumi even recognized some of the art on the walls. While not especially famous pieces, they would certainly be at home in any museum.
Megumi stepped to the wide wood counter that bridged the gap between the twin staircases to the second floor. Behind it was a young man not much older than herself, dressed in a smart red bellman's uniform. "Good morning Ma'am. Here to check in, or can I be of some other service?"
Megumi couldn't remember the last time someone had called her Ma'am. Possibly never. Smiling to cover her nervousness she replied, "Hello. I'm Megumi Kerns. I was told to inquire at the front desk about my interview."
The desk boy's eyebrow rose for just a second before the light bulb dinged. "Ah yes, of course. Ms. Isfarzon mentioned this when she checked into one of our business suites yesterday. One moment." He tapped a few keys on his computer before handing over a small plastic card. "Ms. Isfarzon is staying on the fifth floor. Room 504 to be exact. If you put that key card into the slot by the elevator it will take you to the proper floor. Let's see, was there anything else I was supposed to pass along…oh yes, she asked me to tell you to knock before entering the room. That should be everything you need from me, unless there is anything else Ma'am?"
"No, I think that will be all."
"Good luck then." Megumi stepped away from the check in desk and over to the elevator on the left wall. She could feel the desk boy's eyes following her until they snapped to the front doors as they opened to admit another guest.
Megumi slid the little card into the slot by the elevator and the gleaming brass doors opened a moment later. She stepped inside to press the button for the fifth floor, only to find no buttons save a small red one for emergencies. Without her input, the doors closed and the elevator rose into the sky.
When it reached the fifth floor the doors opened and Megumi stepped out. This floor was decorated much like the lobby, with lots of dark wood and paintings worth as much as a year of her tuition. Following the signs, she came to the large door labeled 504. Taking a last, comforting breath Megumi lifted her hand and knocked.
"Enter." a deep voice boomed from inside, partly dampened by the thickness of the wood. Megumi slid her keycard into the slot on the door, waited until the little light turned green, and stepped inside.
Inside, the room was arranged like no hotel room Megumi had ever stayed in. There was no dominating bed and dresser with a TV on it, though those might have been hiding behind one of the closed doors on the back wall. Instead it was set up like a small office, with a desk on one side and a table with four chair before the window.
What caught Megumi's eye was the woman sitting behind the desk. Or possibly towering behind the desk, especially after she stood up. The woman was as tall as Megumi was short, easily a few inches over six feet. But that wasn't the eye catching part. That would go to her blue skin and ice white hair. In a way, she reminded Megumi of the ice giants she's read tales about as a small girl.
"Ms. Kerns, right on time. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Kiera Isfarzon, but you can call me Kiera. Please have a seat." The giantess gestured to one of the chairs by the table and joined Megumi in taking a seat. "I'm sure this whole affair has seemed strange to you, but we have a very influential client list that we highly value the privacy of. Before we begin, can you tell me what you know about the Resort?"
"Practically nothing." Megumi admitted. "If you have a website I couldn't find it."
"We do, but it takes a special password to get in. Now if you'll bear with me, I'll give you a little overview of what we do and how you'd fit in."
What felt like hours later Megumi stepped out of room 504. Everything she'd been told was still a blur. Supposedly the Resort was a…resort for the rich where they could relax in style and not have to worry about reporters or other day to day inconveniences. It was located on a small private island off the coast, with the only way in by airship or the weekly supply runs by boat.
If Megumi had understood everything correctly, and she still wasn't sure she had, Megumi would be acting as a Host. This was a kind of personal concierge. She would stay with her clients through their trip and work to make the outing as smooth and relaxing as possible. Megumi was sure she could do that. Despite her insecurity about her looks she was very personable and liked meeting new people. During college she'd worked giving campus tours and Megumi saw this as a personalized evolution of that.
Megumi had liked the sound of the position so much that when Kiera offered her the job at the end of interview, she'd signed the paperwork then and there. Of course Megumi had been so excited by that point she wasn't exactly sure what she'd signed, but Kiera assured Megumi it was all necessary for the pre-employment phase of her job.
Now Megumi had a week to pack up her old life and get ready for her new one. Most of her possessions would get left in storage; according to Kiera the Resort provided room and board for their employees. Besides, by the sound of it the stuff she would be using would be far nicer than what she had right now.
Walking out of the hotel, Megumi made a note to stop off at the store for boxes and tape this afternoon. But right now, she was too wired to pack and had a better idea of how she wanted to celebrate.
Megumi stared out the window of the airship as it slowly drifted over the coastline of the island. She’d been riding one ship or another since early yesterday morning and it was already late afternoon. Below she could see a five story, gently arcing building that must be the Resort itself. There were a few other small outbuildings scattered around it, including the terminal the airship was drifting towards. A wide road led from the Resort to the coast, where there was a large boat dock. Megumi could see at least two yachts and what looked like a cargo vessel at anchor. Scattered further up and down the beach were little cabanas for guests that wanted more privacy.
“First time coming to the Resort?” A voice from behind startled Megumi and she whirled around. Standing there was a rather busty blond woman who looked to be in her late thirties. Despite wearing her interview clothes yet again, Megumi felt underdressed compared to the woman’s elaborate blue dress.
“Ye…yes.” Megumi squeaked, embarrassed. She tried to focus and find her center, she was supposed to be a Host to the guests coming here after all. What kind of guest would want a scared little girl to wait on them?
“Yes.” Megumi repeated, more confidently this time. “I just got hired on to work here.”
The woman’s eyes, the same blue as her outfit, sparkled as she scanned Megumi up and down. “Let me guess, as a Host?” Megumi nodded, unsure how the other woman guessed her job description. The woman turned and spotted someone across the airship’s viewing room. “Then I’ll have a chance to see you later. But for now, I have to return to my husband.”
And just like that she was gone, the woman disappearing as quickly as she appeared. Megumi spent the next few minutes watching the airship come in and land, disembarking with the rest of the passengers. There was a shuttle to take guests from the terminal to the hotel. At first Megumi wasn’t sure she should use it, but as no one complained she figured it was fine.
The shuttle zipped away from the terminal and toward the palace like Resort in the distance. Along the way they passed through a sturdy wall and gate, complete with gargoyles. There was something…off about the carved animals. Megumi swore she saw them move as the bus went past.
The shuttle pulled into the roundabout in front of the resort and guests slowly filed out. Megumi didn’t notice. Her eyes were caught on the statue in the center of the roundabout. It was composed of four stone female figures, but ones like Megumi had never seen before. At least, not in person, as someone would have to be living under a rock for the last century to miss the Realm’s greatest export.
In the center of the sculpture was a huge Freyan vaginawoman, a semi-spherical tube with a massive vagina on either end. One of these vaginas was filled by an erect cockwoman, her mighty shaft torso buried almost up to her hips. On the other side an anuswoman, little more than hand-feet arms and a butt, was using a spherical breastwoman as a sex toy to probe at the vaginawoman’s second pussy. It was a highly erotic piece and Megumi wondered what it was doing front and center at a classy place like this.
Megumi snapped out of her thoughts and realized she was the last person still on the shuttle. She grabbed her small travel bag and hurried out. Much like for her interview, Megumi’s instructions told her to report to the front desk. She scurried inside as quickly as possible while still looking presentable and froze as soon as she passed the front doors.
Megumi now realized how fitting the statue out front was. The inside of the hotel was full of transformees. A few steps away was a greeter, the woman’s head growing out of a pot like an odd flower. The woman pushing a trolley full of bags into the elevator had more muscles than a diet of pure steroids could produce, with the addition of her face growing out of a third breast between the other two. And at the check in desks, half the employees sported inhuman hairstyles or facial features.
It wasn’t just the staff that were transformed. As Megumi watched several of the guests shed coats or jackets to reveal hidden changes underneath. This ranged from extra arms and extra breasts to one woman who removed her entire veiled head, revealing the large pussy where her neck should have been. It could have been creepy, but instead there was a relaxed atmosphere. It was akin to people returning home from work and shedding their business suits for something more casual.
How had Megumi missed such an important detail as this? Surely Keira must have mentioned the Resort catered heavily to transformees? But as hard as she wracked her brain, Megumi couldn’t remember the topic coming up. Like it or not she was here now, so it was just one more part of the job she would need to deal with. Besides , a small, kinky part of her mind whispered, you’ve been fantasizing about these types of people for months. Now is your chance to interact with some.
That thought caused a crimson blush to spread across Megumi’s cheeks. She tried to hide it and pulled her thoughts back to the task at hand to make it go away. Spotting a free check in desk, Megumi strode in that direction. The desk appeared to be made of some sort of dark polished stone, obsidian perhaps, but when she touched the surface it felt warm and jiggled slightly.
“Hello Ma’am.” the woman behind the counter said cheerfully. She was dressed in a neat blouse and jacket of red and gold with Belinda in gothic script on a small badge. “I hope your trip out was enjoyable. Here to check in?”
“Um, yes, but not as a guest.” Megumi answered. “I was told to report here for starting my new job.”
The Belinda’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise and she grinned. “Working here is the best. They give us great little rooms, the perks are amazing, and the pay is way more than I’d get working at some other hotel.”
“If it’s so good then why is the turnover so high?” Megumi asked, remembering what Keira had offhandedly mentioned.
Belinda’s smile grew wider. “Let’s just say some of us get a little too much into our work.” She patted the desk before her happily. “Believe it or not Kelli here was the senior front desk worker when I arrived last year.”
Megumi stared openmouthed from the desk to Belinda and back. The desk used to be…a person? Seeing her shock Belinda continued, "It's one of the new pilot programs Tibula started after she took over the Resort five years ago. That woman is always looking for new ways to push the envelope, using transformations to improve guest experiences. The living front desks are her most recent foray."
Belinda gestured for Megumi to lean in and the startled woman did so. Leaning over the counter allowed Megumi to see that Belinda disappeared into her desk from the waist down. "These living front desks provide their users with everything they need, from food and water to sexual stimulation. I haven't had to leave the lobby for nearly a month."
"What about at night?" Megumi asked.
"I get pulled inside the desk all the way." Belinda's face took on a dreamy expression. "It allows Kelli to give me a some more personal training. Right now it's on doing my job better, but when my contract is up in six months I'm going to ask them to train me to become a front desk as well."
This woman is clearly insane , thought Megumi. And yet, despite this initial feeling she could see a bit of the appeal. Just not for her. Seeking to change the topic Megumi said, "I'd love to hear about this more later, but isn't there someone I should check in with to let them know I've arrived?"
"Oh, yes. That would be Tibula, the manager. She likes to meet with all new hires personally as they start. Let me give her a quick call."
After that, Belinda and Megumi chatted about some of the stranger transformees the former had seen while on duty. Belinda was in the middle of describing a gross porn star who had come and stripped off her false humanoid skin right before her desk when there was a polite cough from the side.
Megumi turned and, unusually for someone her size, actually had to look down at the new arrival. The creature trying to get her attention was a Freyan anuswoman, but she looked quite different than the one on the sculpture outside. For one thing, she was dressed like a brothel madam from one of the old tales. Thick black fishnet stockings on her legs and a red silk skirt with black edging that hid most of her thighs except for the tantalizing slit up the middle. Her two butt cheeks were exposed and held in separate cups like that of a corset. Most surprising of all was the blonde mass of hair poking out the woman's back like a horse's tail and falling to just below her knees.
As Megumi looked closer, she saw the clothes were actually part of the woman's body. The fishnets were more like tattoos on otherwise flawless white skin and there was no gap between the silk of the skirts and the skin of the anuswoman's cheeks. About the only thing that didn't seem permanently attached were the woman's heels. With both a platform and stiletto, they give her a lift of at least six inches. There were little slots for the anuswoman's fingers to slide into and a band around her wrist to keep the shoe close even when she needed her hand free.
"You must be Megumi Kerns." The anuswoman said it more as a statement than a question.
The anuswoman bobbed her cheeks in an approximation of a nod. "Good. My name is Tibula and I run this establishment. If you will follow me, we have a few things to discuss before you start your duties later tonight."
Belinda mouthed "see you later" as Megumi followed Tibula's swaying mane of hair through the hotel. The anuswoman stepped through a door marked "Employees Only" and into the corridor behind. A few minutes later Tibula led Megumi into her office. One wall had a window that overlooked a pool on the inner curve of the resort, another was covered in video monitors, and the other two were crowded with shelves of books and binders.
"Ms. Kerns." Tibula began, taking a seat in the odd looking chair behind her desk. It came up between her legs and provided extra support to allow the anuswoman to use her arms more easily. "What is your impression of my establishment so far?"
"It's very nice Ma'am. I'll admit it came as a bit of a shock to see so many transformees here. Keira…err Ms. Isfarzon never mentioned anything about it."
"There are reasons why she didn't. We find that some people feel uncomfortable around transformed individuals. That is one reason we use Ms. Isfarzon as a recruiter; her changes allow us to gauge potential employee reactions. But just to be sure, this won't be a problem for you, working here with transformees?"
"No Ma'am. Although, it might feel a bit strange being one of the few unmodified people here…" Megumi trailed off as Tibula's anus puckered. If it had been a human face, Megumi would have characterized it as a frown.
"Ms. Kerns, I'm not sure how you missed it up to this point, but to be an employee of this hotel, not to mention a highly sought after one such as a Host, you too will be a transformee."
"What…no…I don't want to…"
"This is a non-negotiable factor, Ms. Kerns. It was mentioned quite plainly in the paperwork you signed after your interview. As a condition of your employment you would receive a minimum number of transformations to integrate you better with our guests." Tibula sighed. "However, I am not a cruel woman. Harsh, but not cruel. If you truly do not wish to undergo these transformations, then I will not force you. However, it will result in immediate termination and a rescindment of your signing bonus, along with additional fees for your transport and relating to finding your replacement. A total that would be around…let's see…"
When Tibula told her the number, it was a good thing Megumi was already sitting. If she hadn't been, she would have fallen over. The sum was half as much Kriss as she'd spent in the last six months. If she walked away now, she'd be in an ever worse position than before. Add in the fact Megumi had already given up her apartment and put everything in storage, it looked like she had no other option but to undergo these transformations.
"I'll...do it." Megumi replied weakly.
"Chin up girl, it's not all bad. I guarantee you'll come to enjoy your changes over time. I know I have. Can you believe I used to be a boring old hotel manager from the Capitol? I went to the Realm on a much needed vacation and saw becoming an anuswoman as the jump start my life needed to head off in a new direction. I certainly never would have ended up running this place without it. Now, while we still have some time left let me explain to you what will be happening tonight…"
"And now we have a special treat for you all. A brand-new Host who will be joining our wonderful little family here tonight. Please welcome…Megumi."
Still nervous and blushing furiously, Megumi stepped out from behind the curtain and strode onstage. She was dressed in only a red kimono from the surprisingly well stocked prop room backstage. Anything else, Megumi was told, would just get in the way.
The stage ran along one of the long walls of the Resort's combination bar and lounge. There had to be over a hundred people out there watching her prance across the polished wooden floorboards, a fact that wasn't helping Megumi's nerves. Still, as Tibula had made clear it was far too late to back out now. Megumi stopped center stage beside the anuswoman and waved nervously to the crowd.
"For her transformation, Megumi has decided to take a run at the Wall of Vials." Tibula continued, balancing on one hand and gesturing to the wall behind her with the other.
Running the length of the wall at chest height was a glass partition. Every six inches or so was small glass vial in a holder. They ran a gambit from white to black, with plenty of pinks, reds, and blues. Some glowed, others seemed to writhe within their glass enclosures.
"As this is her first set of changes, we'll be doing them at random. Repeat guests might know what that means."
There were cheers from the crowd as the large, impossibly muscular woman Megumi had seen earlier in the lobby, whose name she learned was Teres, pushed in a large wire-frame contraption. In the central, spherical section there were a hundred fist sized spheres. Each tiny breast had a number on the areola where the nipple would normally be. Tibula had told Megumi earlier that the selector was an early patron of the hotel who so enjoyed the Wall of Vials she asked to be made a permanent part of the process.
Teres pushed the selector until it rested beside Megumi and Tibula. She cranked the handle on the edge, sending a tide of booblets spinning around, before opening the cage for Tibula to reach in.
"Number 21!" the anuswoman exclaimed, reading the number off the breast.
Megumi walked over to the wall and pressed the button under the proper vial. The glass protector slid away, allowing her to retrieve the vial and its stand. She brought it back and set it on the table beside Tibula. This process was repeated for vials 72 and 45.
"For the newer guests in the audience," Tibula explained as Megumi poured the three vials into a chalice, "Generally the higher the number the more extreme the change. This can vary based on a person's opinion of extreme. After all, as literally half the woman I used to be my point of view is a little skewed." This got a few laughs from the crowd. "Are you ready Megumi?"
The dark haired woman stared down at the chalice in her hand, the one that would change her life irrevocably. "As I'll ever be." Megumi said quietly to herself, before bringing the cup to her lips and swallowing the liquid within.
Megumi expected the potions to taste terrible, like medicine from a pharmacy. Instead it was rather tasteless, like drinking a cup of water. She could feel it going down; the liquid gave off a warmth that infused the tissues as it passed. Megumi could feel this warmth settle in her stomach far faster than any normal drink could travel. As it sat there and continued to heat her tissues Megumi began to feel bloated. The pressure was more disconcerting than uncomfortable, as if parts of her flesh were trying to escape away to greener pastures.
Partly out of her own curiosity and mostly to give the audience a good show Megumi undid the sash on her kimono and let it fall to the stage behind her. Megumi's hands drew back up to her chest, where she could feel some of the flesh trying to escape. Before this Megumi had been one of the girls passed over by the boob fairy during her puberty rounds. Now Megumi’s tiny mounds were finally seeing some much desired growth. It was hard to judge size looking down at your chest, but Megumi guessed them to be at least a solid C cup.
While the bigger boobs were welcome, Megumi knew the transformation was far from over. Tibula didn't strike her as a woman to pack such a mundane and simple change into her collection. Sure enough, as her breasts stabilized in size Megumi could feel the flesh pushing out beneath them. Shifting her breast out of the way Megumi found a second set of nipples poking out below the first.
How very fitting, Megumi thought as her second set of breasts grew in. A four breasted woman had been the first transformee she'd masturbated to, now Megumi was one herself.
The transformation was far from finished and next Megumi felt the pressure building up right above her butt. Demons, she thought, am I about to grow a second butt as well?
Teres helpful brought over a mirror and allowed Megumi to see that, to her relief, she would remain single assed. Instead something was poking out from her tailbone. A tail, obviously, one that grew to the size of Megumi's forearm and twice as thick. She gave it an experimental wag, a command that required previously unused parts of her psyche, and Megumi found she could control her new tail quite easily. Maybe not enough dexterity to write with it, but certainly enough to use her new appendage to grab things.
Two changes down, one to go. So far, Megumi hadn't received anything she couldn't live with. Lots of women sport extra breasts these days and her tail would be easily hideable under the right clothing. But as the pressure built up a final time, right below her stomach, Megumi wondered if her luck had run out.
As the pressure built to nearly painful levels Megumi felt something actually move within her. She could feel something sliding down her insides, her...vagina. With a gasp of horror Megumi had a pretty good idea of what was to come. She's seen something similar one night, masturbating to a video with a woman drinking a transformation potion.
Sure enough, as Megumi spread her legs to get a better view in the mirror something poked out from between her folds. A bright purple, bell shaped something. It was followed by a solid, blood filled column of flesh. It could be only one thing, a penis. Megumi watched as her new member pushed out a good six inches before she felt it lock into place. The pressure built up again and Megumi felt more things pushing their way out of her. A moment later her dick was joined by its luggage, a pair of testicles in a small pouch.
As Megumi stood there breathing heavily, staring at her newest addition with a mix of shock and arousal, the glowing heat of the transformation faded away. She reached down a tentative hand and touched the tip, jumping in shock as the unfamiliar sensations reached her brain with the subtlety of a battering ram.
"It seems Megumi is enjoying her new additions." The crowd gave appreciative cheers at this. "And she'll get a chance to find out how pleasurable they can be soon. The bidding will start at 10,000 Kriss…"
Megumi missed most of this, still trapped admiring…and fearing her new changes. It wasn't until a familiar voice spoke that she snapped out of it. "Hello Megumi. I told you I would see you again."
Megumi snapped around to see the woman from the airship, the one with the blue dress, striding toward her. Beside her was a man, of the same age but with short sandy brown hair and an athletic build. The woman circled around Megumi, admiring her like a new car on the showroom floor. "Oh yes, this will be a fun night. She looks marvelous, doesn't she Marc?"
"I'm certainly looking forward to getting to know her better dear."
The woman took one of Megumi's arms, her husband the other. "Come with us little one, and we will show you so many pleasures."
And that was how Megumi found herself up in one of the Resort's suites on the fourth floor. She nervously watched the couple undress, torn between fear and excitement at what she knew was coming. She'd almost quit when Tibula explained this part of the job to her, but what was prostitution compared to changing her body?
"Don't be frightened little one." the woman, who Megumi learned was named Sam, said as she strode over. Megumi tried not to stare but couldn't help it, the slight bob of the woman's large breasts was hypnotic. "We're not going to hurt you." Sam slid around Megumi, pressing her breasts into the Host's back and leaning in to smell her hair. "What we're going to do will be pleasurable for all three of us. Tell me, have you ever felt the touch of a woman before?"
"N...no." Megumi squeaked. "Nor a man either." she admitted, hanging her head slightly.
"Ooh, a virgin. We certainly caught ourselves a prize tonight." Sam lifted Megumi's face and leaned in for a long, lingering kiss. The Host was unsure of the action at first, but as their lips connected there was almost an electrical spark within her. Soon she intertwining tongues with Sam, trying to taste the other woman.
"I see you two started without me." Marc chuckled as he strode into the room. Megumi extricated herself from Sam and turned to examine her other bedmate for the night. Before coming here, Megumi would have been excited to share a bed with such an amazing specimen. Marc wasn't muscular in the way of a bodybuilder, but everything was well defined sleekness. His body hair was sparse except at the crotch and armpits, the former having no chance at hiding the large penis and balls hanging from his crotch. Marc looked to be only half erect and yet was already bigger than Megumi's new organ.
"I was just getting her ready for you husband. Come Megumi, lay back on the bed."
The Host did as directed and Sam crawled up to straddled her face. It was hard to see, but by the heat against her thighs Marc had taken up position between her legs. "Here is how this is going to go Megumi." Sam explained. "My husband is going to give you an excellent lesson on the art of blowjobs. He's been trained by the best and is quite skilled. Meanwhile I expect you to show some enthusiasm while licking my kitten." Sam ran a finger down one of her labial lips. "Together we'll work you right to the edge and keep you there as long as we can. After that we'll swap. You can show Marc how good of a student you are, while I can finally show you how pleasurable having a dick can be." Sam lowered her crotch ever more, until Megumi's nose was right on her clit. "Now, lick!"
The dream was going so well. Megumi was balls deep in Sam's pretty face, while Marc pumped into her from behind. They were going back and forth, faster and faster, until…
Megumi sat up with a start as she felt warm liquid on her leg. Megumi blinked and it took her a moment to realize where she was. The Resort. Megumi had started her new job at the Resort, had changed herself in front of so many people, had allowed herself to be bought for the night like a common whore, had lost her virginity to Sam and Marc…
Megumi wanted to curl up into a ball and be swallowed up by the earth. But then some of the better parts of the night came back. About how caring Sam and Marc were. About how good they had made her feel; a freely chosen bed partner instead of a bought toy. About the sheer amount of pleasure her new organ was capable of producing. An organ that, even now, was starting to harden again. Did normal males have to deal with such a problem? If so, Megumi had underestimated the control of the male half of Assiah.
Looking around the room, Megumi spotted a note on one of the bedside tables. She unfolded it and read the flowering script.
Marc and I had a wonderful time last night. I hope you did as well. Sorry to sneak out on you this morning, but we had an early boat ride/aquatic orgy planned with a friend. We'll be gone tonight, but will be back at the hotel tomorrow. If you're free and willing, we'd love to arrange another night of your companionship.
Megumi barely had time to finish reading the note before there was a knock at the suite's door. This sent Megumi into a panic. Here she was; naked, covered with every liquid the human body is capable of producing, and smelling like a bordello on orgy night. She'd die of shame if anyone saw her like this.
But fate was not to be denied, as whoever was at the door had a key card. The door swung open and a voice called out, "Megumi, are you still in here?"
Through a crack in the bedroom door, Megumi could see the woman standing in the suite's main room. She didn't appear to be much older than Megumi and was sporting a few changes of her own. At first Megumi thought she was wearing a strange fur bikini, then realized it was the exact shame shade at the woman's auburn hair. An unless Megumi was mistaken, she caught the hint of something moving behind the curls at the woman's crotch. "Come on Megumi, Tibula sent me to fetch you. I'm supposed to give you your tour."
"Don't come in, I'm not dressed yet." Megumi frantically scanned around for something to wear, but short of pulling the sheets off the bed there were no other options.
"Don't be silly, I'm sure you look fine." Megumi had to resist the urge to dive under the covers as the woman stepped into the room. "Besides, I'm not wearing any clothes either. Well, not except my collar, but I really don't consider that clothing."
Megumi's eyes followed the woman's hand to her throat, which was encircled by a band of black leather. The name Evelin was spelled out in glittering crystals, while hanging from it was a two-inch-tall letter H. "But…but…what will people think if they see me walking around naked?"
"Once they see your collar, it will be either one of two things. Either they'll be jealous of the people who rocked your world last night, or counting their money to see if they can afford you tonight." The woman, Evelin, held out something to Megumi. It was a collar identical to her own, save the name Megumi was spelled out in the crystals instead. "Now crawl over here so I can put this on you. The locks are always a pain to line up properly."
"Your collar is locked on? You can't take it off?" Megumi asked, horrified for both Evelin and for herself.
Evelin snorted. "I can take it off whenever I want. I just have to go see Tibula for the key. The locks are more to prevent clients trying to take it, or me, home as a souvenir. You might think I’m joking, but our clients can get very attached. Not that I'd want to take it off, after two months here I find the steady pressure comforting. And you should see the way people's eyes light up when they find out you're a Host."
Reluctantly, Megumi crawled to the edge of the bed and let Evelin wrap the collar around her neck. Megumi looked down as far as possible and could see the H resting just above her top cleavage.
"See, it looks perfect on you. Now come on, I have a lot of hotel to show you and not enough time to do it. Especially if we want to hit the 2 o'clock orgy in the fluids room."
"Ok, ok. Give me a moment to try and make myself presentable."
"Nope, you're coming with me as is. Think of it as our way of hazing the new girl. Tomorrow you can get as prettied up as you like, can hide all your changes. But today, you're going au natural." With that Evelin grabbed Megumi's arm and tugged her out of the room.
The rest of the morning and afternoon flew by in a blur. Megumi could remember little snippets of it, like the living outdoor Jacuzzi that looked like a giant set of lips. The inside was encircled with row after row of breasts with the occasional tentacle hiding between them. Megumi had wanted to slip inside as it would allow her to wash off the cum stains and ruins of her make-up, but Evelin insisted they come back later.
There was the Green Room, a greenhouse like structure of plants and lounges to let guests relax in the sun without feeling the biting chill of winter. Many of the plants were alchemical creations and a few even used to be people, Evelin had explained. She pointed out one as an example, a green bell shape that rose almost to the Green Room's ceiling. Around its edges were a half dozen pitchers, roughly condom shaped growths big enough for a person to fit in. As they watched a woman with green hair shed her clothing and walked over to the plant, which helpfully wrapped her in vinelike tentacles and deposited her into one of the pitchers. The condom went flat as the air was sucked out, perfectly outlining the woman's body, before it refilled with some sort of dark liquid.
"She'll have a nonstop stream of orgasms for the next twelve hours or so while the plant implants a seed." Evelin explained. "She'll look moderately pregnant when she steps out tomorrow, that and green. The latter will fade after she drops the seed in a month or so, but she'll be left with an urge to sunbathe and a vegetarian diet. That woman's done it at least once before, you can tell by the hair. If she does it too many more time, she might end up a permanent resident of this room instead."
And of course, no high end private hotel would be complete without a casino. The employees running this section of the resort were all faceless and androgynous, so as not to give away any details. Some achieved this with rubber suits, while others had alchemically changed their flesh. The workers went about their jobs with robotic efficiency and Megumi realized a few of the dealers were growing out of their tables much like Belinda in the lobby.
While most of the games in the casino were conventional, a few had a transformed twist. One slot machine Megumi remembered looked like a woman bound to a frame. The male guest using her put a token in her vagina mouth and pulled her phallic right arm. The woman had three breasts with little windows instead of areola and Megumi stopped to watch the spinning reels inside. The slot machine woman began to moan as the first wheel stopped on a big O. She got louder as a second O appeared in the next window. Her squeals turned orgasmic as a third O appeared and the woman shook in her bonds. A spray of tokens fell like a waterfall from the vagina between her legs and cascaded into a bowl. The man shouted at his good fortune while the slot woman sagged back in post orgasmic bliss.
"So, what did you think about your first full day at the Resort?" Evelin asked, breaking Megumi from her reverie. The pair were sitting in the employee cafeteria, slurping down some soup to replenish lost fluids.
"You know what…" Megumi replied, another video segment of earlier today flashing across her mind, "I think I'm going to like it here."