Chapter 30 - xxx: ending and i

I was pulled through space, and pulled through glass till finally I felt myself return to my own body. My own mind slowly returning to me. I chuckled a little as I opened my eyes to admire my handiwork. Before me was my mirror, the vast thing spanned the entire wall of my bedroom. Subdivided into vertical rungs by thin gaps, it was frameless in a modern style. To most people it probably seemed somewhat tacky, or at least a little odd. But it served its purpose. Each section was a mental access way to a different pocket dimension. A meticulously crafted reality designed to do one thing and one thing alone. Keep a singular unique person in utmost pleasure for all eternity. It wasn’t a prison, they could leave at any time, but there hadn’t been a hint of any of them wanting too. Nor my latest additions. It seemed people just wanted what they wanted and we’re more than happy to get it.

Paris’s had been fairly obvious post curse. I had spent more than enough time in her head to know what she wanted out of life. After four days of cursing her desires were degenerate but pretty straight forward. She wanted to be sexy, not just attractive but radiantly attractive in a way that meant everyone would want to simultaneously be her and screw her. She wanted everyone to see her and most importantly she wanted pleasure. She wanted sex and to guzzle booze till she couldn’t stand. So, I gave her a reality with a perfect loop. The more people wanted her the more money she’d have. The more money she’d get the more she’d spent on food and beer. The more she drank the more she’d grow. The bigger she got the more they’d want her. A perfect cycle of hedonism and gratification.

Dakota’s had been if at all possible, even simpler. She wanted constant pleasure. To not have to do anything at all but experience the things that got her engine going. She didn’t even want to go to the trouble of thinking. So, I gave her a world where that’d be all she’d do. Be cared for and constantly filled from at least one hole but occasionally two. Getting knocked up, fed and milked in an endless straight line of pleasure. Making myself her personal career was a little bit of a self-insert of course. But we had been hitting it off up until she became a food obsessed bovine and I became a slutty maid. It wasn’t like she’d care so long as what she was looking at was easy on the eyes.

Tahiti’s was a little more difficult. Her actual desires were simple. I had been in her mind and bore witness to how they had changed. The only problem was how to make them work. She wanted infinite control. But it didn’t take a huge amount of thinking to know that omnipotence was often unsatisfying. So, I did the next big thing. Filled her with almost omnipotent power but made it fueled by fat and the sexual pleasures of other. Functioning as a game of sort where she’d have to entice others to sexual and food related activities to siphon off their power. Easy enough to bring her up to a size and to a satisfying power level while keep her preoccupied. Keeping her focused on escalating her power with more and more degenerate and calorie filled acts. I’ll admit of all the dreams I had granted that was my personal point of pride. Even if it was a little on the simple side compared to my later works.

I had kept the girls present in all three dreams for what I felt was a fairly good reason. They were all incredibly attractive. All hedonists who loved nothing more than pleasure. The ideal supporting casts for realities oriented around bringing constant gratification. They were all minds and bodies I was rather familiar with. Making new bodies and minds from scratch was dull and often unsatisfying. Especially when you have a perfect good template you could use instead. There was also the fact that they were designed for my amusement as well of course. It was hardly coincidental I was sexually active and bearing my trade mark curves in every reality. They would’ve hardly been much fun to visit if I was living a regular life unrelated to all the fun. As I ponded my thoughts, I found myself drifting over to the fourth panel. A bit of extra fun wouldn’t have been remiss. But before I could place my fingertip on the glass, I was interrupted by a buzzing on my bed stand.

I let out a sigh as my alarm began echoing behind me. I had been doing a bit of visiting for some pre work pleasure, but apparently It was already time. I could have just gotten myself off magically of course, but that sort of thing led to entire weeks of self-pleasure that would’ve been less than conducive to my busy schedule. A snap of my fingers sent my wardrobe flying open and a variety of outfits telekinetically flying out. They twirled around me as I went to select them but then paused to roll my eyes at myself. Exploring the degenerate dream worlds of my previous rivals was certainly sexy and entertaining but it really did leave me frazzled. I had completely forgotten the most important thing about choosing a look.

I gazed at my nude body for a little while, at its overflowing curves for a little while. Pondering before letting the warmth of my magical energy suffuse my frame. For the most part I channeled it everywhere except my overfilled top and bottom. Building adipose and lard everywhere else to create a more balanced figure. Slowly filling myself in till my figure was equally balanced throughout itself. I stared at that for a little while and jiggled myself a little. Wobbling my flabby middle and squeezing some arm fat. Something was missing. As I pondered on it was struck by a flash of inspiration. Fueled by my most recent visit. I let the magic centralize around my middle. Filling it out in a sudden tidal wave of lard that almost dragged me off my feet. I let it build and jiggle till It was the same size it had been when I was in Tahiti’s pocket dimension.

I wobbled it for a little while and I admired its mass. It would be a pain in my fattened ass when I wanted to get off later. But in the moment, it was exactly the look I needed. Now that I had a body type in mind the outfit seemed to form itself. Or rather it literally did. A second snap of my finger and the outfit I wanted formed out of the air. It shaped around my form a mix of leather and silk. With the addition of some uniform esque accessories and a rubber baton it’s look it was complete. After I popped some buttons off of it and ripped some seams in the right place. I was fairly sure I had matched the theme of Slutty Prison Warden pretty well.

With my outfit fully selected all that was left to do was make my way to breakfast. Teleportation was certainly an option, but I found the idea of waddling there far sexier. Besides it would make my entrance much better. I waddled my way down the glass spiral staircase into the lower sections of the building. Smiling at the various refurbishments I had worked into existence overnight. The walls looked concrete, modern and clean. Every window was barred up and every door had the visual effect of being reinforced. Leaving just enough errors for people to know it was for the sake of them enjoying the visuals. I smiled at one of the cameras as I passed. Everywhere except my bedroom was covered in them. Filming them at all times to find only the juiciest parts to make it into the broadcast.

But there was very little point in having camera’s without giving them a show to film. So, I hurried my front heavy waddle through the mansion. Arriving at what had once been the atrium. The room on the other side was much larger, its stage was much grander and the old breakfast table had been done away with. To fit with the months theme, each girl was waiting in small cells built into the walls of the atrium. Clad in zip up orange jump suits that were just a little too tight to be regulation. They were all waiting in ways which displayed their personalities which would make for great introductory footage. The Runway Model was checking herself out in her water bottle, playing with her hair all the while. The Pyro was pressing her boobs through the bar, whether for stimulation or to show off I couldn’t quite tell. The Thief was fiddling with the door using her hairpin, missing the fact it was only for show and not in fact locked. The Cheater was sitting quietly in a corner, wringing her hands a little. She was the most boring which I was hoping wouldn’t last past her first few changes.

But that couldn’t happen till I got the game started so I did. I waddled my way onto the stage and swayed my figure for a little, before snapping my finger and activating the many cameras in the room. “Welcome Back to the Cursed Competition, The World's Highest Rated XXX Reality TV show” I told the cameras in a show womans voice. “This year's theme will be punishment and crimes, since every one of our girls has done something they regret” I explained gesturing to the cells. “In fact, that’s this year's main prize, should they come out least affected by this year's themes of weight gain and expansion, the victor will be getting the chance to erase their mistake” I explained with a wide smile. “Or of course take the other winners' options” I added with cheeky grin.

The game was the ultimate pleasure tool for myself and others. I could use the mirror to feel any of the competitors curse related pleasures. Anyone watching could get the same experience through the show. The losers would be shunted into their perfect pleasure realties. The victor could get the seasonal reward, but they almost always chose the infinite pleasures of their own world. Their I could use them as a perfect source of amusement, while they themselves lived an eternity of bliss. Because while I may have won Whisky’s game, the competition and the pleasures it brought, would last me an eternity.