ROYAL REWARD: Date or Doom! Part 3 (Expansion, Tentacles, Absorption/Body Part TF, Bleach)

The spotlight snapped on with a click, revealing the slender form of Princess Yuri, her eyes bright, her tail twitching, and her boobs practically popping out of her dress. “Welcome back to the Date-or-Doom!, everybody! If nyou’re just tuning in, congrats, because nyou’re here for the best part, nya! The finale!” She paused, soaking in the cheers as the crowd roared its approval. “Which is really good because if nyou’d waited any longer nyou would have missed it and the only part nyou’d get to watch is the advertisements, and they suck. …What do nyou mean I’m nyot supposed to say that?” 

As Yuri’s manager kindly explained the financial model of public television to her, Rukia and Orihime gripped their podiums tighter than ever. Red-faced, sweaty and really, really wet, neither of them wanted to guess what the show had in store for them next. Based on what they’d seen so far, it would probably involve a duel to the death. Or at least cunnilingus.

“Oh, I see,” said Yuri. “That makes so much sense, nya! Okay, I won’t say they suck anymore, nya. Get on with the show…? Oh! Right!” Giggling, she spun on the spot and turned to face the two of them. “How are nyou feeling, nya?” 

Orihime audibly whimpered. 

“How the hell do you think we’re feeling?” cried Rukia. “Look what you’ve done to us!” She stepped back, exposing her curvaceous new body, and promptly stepped forward again as she realized how Yuri was looking at it. 

“I know, right, nya? Nyou look good with a fat ass!” 

“That’s not the–!” With a groan, Rukia looked away.

Yuri giggled. “Anyway, let’s get to the fun part! It’s the finale, and nyou know what that means, nya!” She raised her microphone to the crowd, who were practically leaping out of their seats in excitement: 

“DoomBALLS! DoomBALLS! DoomBALLS!”

“Nyo, nyo, the other one,” said Yuri.

The crowd paused, mumbling among itself. Finally, someone found the right answer: “Doom-and-Dash! Doom-and-Dash!” 

Rukia grit her teeth. “Doom-and…?” 

Giggling, Yuri raised a hand and snapped her fingers, and with a titanic crash, the entire floor between the stage and the stands dropped out of existence, sinking straight into the void. Rukia and Orihime stumbled back with a squeak of terror.

From below came a great grinding of gears, and from the pit rose something even more terrifying:

“A-an obstacle course?” said Orihime. 

‘Obstacle course’ was not, in truth, a good way to describe it. Obstacle courses, after all, don’t typically come with so many tentacles.

Yuri giggled. “The rules of this final game are reeeeeeeeeally simple, nya. The two of nyou just have to race to the end. Whoever reaches it first gets to date me. Whoever reaches me last geeeeeets…” 

“DOOOMED!” cried the crowd.

Yuri laughed. “Nyeah! …Oh, hey, that’s the title of the show!” 

Rukia and Orihime simply stared at her, too exhausted to argue.

“Anyway,” said Yuri. “Let’s get started!” She snapped her fingers, and in a flash, Rukia and Orihime found themselves standing at the starting posts of the course. As they looked around in shock, Yuri herself teleported to the other side. “Alright!” she cried, voice booming from the studio’s speakers. “Get ready to run, nya! On the count of three…! One…!” 

“One!” cried the crowd. 

“Two!” 

“Two!” 

“Five! I mean, three! Go!” She fired a starting pistol, which killed an albatross.

Back on the starting line, Rukia and Orihime shared a terrified glance. What were they meant to do? Neither of them could win without dooming the other. How could they possibly compete, knowing they were dooming their friend like that? 

“Oh, and my manager wants me to say that if nyo one reaches the end in three minutes, nyou’re both doomed, nya. So nyou probably don’t wanna take too long tying nyour shoes over there or anything.” 

Orihime squeaked. Rukia jerked. They shared one last glance of fear and then, without further pause–

Rukia went first, lurching into a run. As she charged, she kept her eyes locked straight ahead, refusing to show Orihime the tears pouring from her eyes. Besides, the swinging of her fat new tits gave her plenty to focus on.

Orihime, on the other hand, took a second to realize what was happening. “R-Rukia? Rukia, wait!” When she finally set off, it was almost as if she were chasing after a friend who hadn’t seen her. That Rukia had abandoned her didn’t seem to have sunk in yet. 

The first obstacle in the queue was a series of colored tiles, half pink, half white. Intermittently, the colors would shift in a consistent pattern, hard to notice at first but easy to discern once you paid attention. 

Slamming to a stop at the edge, Rukia stared and bit her lip, trying to work it out. First that one changes, then that, then… She grimaced. Even if she could figure out how they were changing, she still didn’t know which ones were safe to step on. Was it pink or white?

Orihime, struggling to catch up, didn’t have time to stop and assess things. Or stop at all. Flailing her arms, she careened straight onto the grid, slamming her sole into one of the pink tiles in the process. 

With a boing, her boobs gained another ten or more centimeters. Hugging them, she leapt off the checkerboard with a squeak. 

White it is, thought Rukia. Taking a deep breath, she waited for the right part of the cycle and leapt nimbly across the grid. 

Halfway across, she heard Orihime call for her. “Rukia!” For the slightest instant, she froze, and as she did the tile her foot had been in the process of leaving turned pink. At once, a bomb went off in her chest, making her scream as her boobs strained to escape her top. Heart pounding, she leapt off the grid and slammed to a stop, fighting to regain her control. Behind her, Orihime struggled to cross. 

The next obstacle consisted of two walls of punching fists that thrust themselves out of their little holes every other second, with only a thin ledge in front to allow you to cross. Approaching it, Rukia slowed to a stop and swallowed. This one didn’t seem too bad. So long as she could avoid it striking any of her enhanced assets. Taking a deep breath, she set off, trying not to look at the tentacles squirming below.

She’d barely set off than she realized her mistake. When the fists flew from the wall, they didn’t shoot straight as she’d expected: instead, they curved at malicious angles, spread their fingers, and slammed into her buttcheeks and breasts, groping her tits, pinching her nipples, and squeezing her ass till she wanted to moan. “Nnn~! Let go!” 

From the other side of the course came a squeal of pleasure as Orihime took a fist up the ass. 

Swallowing, Rukia took a deep breath and hurried on, struggling to block out the crash of so many fingers into her curves. Even when two of them slipped between her legs, she only froze for a second before she managed to move on. Orihime, on the other hand, was busy taking a pounding (in both senses of the word).

Finally, Rukia arrived, sweating and leaking and panting, at the feet of the third and final obstacle: a wall of lascivious tentacles ten or more meters in height. Looking up at this awful tower of squirming handholds, she swallowed in disbelief. How was she even meant to get to the top without…?

Behind her, Orihime leapt from the wall of fists with a gasp. Steeling herself, Rukia took a deep breath and ran, grabbing the first tentacle she could and tugging herself up, even as its siblings lapped at her lower body. She had to close her eyes and go by touch, biting her tongue to keep herself from screaming. In seconds, they were working her all over.

It wasn’t long before Orihime, redder and sweatier than ever, reached the base of the wall as well. Rukia heard her first moan of pleasure as she started to climb, and, forcing herself to ignore it, climbed even faster. 

The higher she rose, digging her hand into tentacle after throbbing tentacle and tugging on them like she wanted to rip them off, the harder it became for Rukia to block out her friend’s moaning. By the time she was nearing the top, it was almost impossible to continue. Each move she took brought a fresh scream from the ginger below. 

Rukia… Rukia, you’ve got to do it! Keep going–you can’t stop! There’s nothing you can do to save her…! 

As her fingers reached the top, however, she realized there was one way she could. For a moment, she froze. Orihime, I’m–

“I-I did it! I did it!” 

Eyes snapping open, Rukia turned and found Orihime at the top of the wall next to Yuri, her enormous boobs bouncing as she jumped for joy. 

“It looks like we have our winner!” cried the Princess, raising Orihime’s hand. The crowd cheered.

“E-eh?” A bead of sweat dripped from Rukia’s brow. “When did she–? Huh?! W-wait! I wasn’t actually going to let her win! Wait!”  

Before she could say anything more, the tentacle she was holding onto snapped back into the wall, along with all the others, and before Rukia knew what was happening, she was falling fast. “Waaaaaait! Best two out of–!” 

The tentacle pit below caught her like a pit of giant sausages, and as she struggled to climb out, promptly stuck one in all of her holes. In the end, it was down to Yuri to flick her wand and lift her bedraggled, slime-coated body out of the morass. 

Planting Rukia at her feet, she lowered her mic to her mouth. “Well, we got our date, and nyou know what that means…” 

“DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!” cried the crowd, licking their lips and stroking their penises.

Yuri giggled. “Nyeah! The second part of the title. What do nyou guys think I should do with her?” 

The crowd roared its suggestions. “Turn her into an onahole!” “Nyo, a sexdoll!” “Make her into nyour boobs, nya!” “Turn her into a casserole!” 

Yuri cocked her head, tapping her chin with her wand in thought. “Nyou know, I think I have an idea… I’m meant to take her on a date, right, nya?” She flicked a glance at Orihime. “Well, as much as I like the idea of scissoring her, what I’m really in the mood for right nyow is a nyice hard cock.” 

She raised her wand. Rukia barely had an instant to react. “Wh-what do you–?”

The bolt of lightning crashed into her chest, lifting her screaming to her feet as her clothing caught flame and disintegrated. Exposed, her curvaceous new body glinted and jiggled as she thrashed in the spell, screaming with each fresh wave of energy that coursed through her.

Glistening like a candle under a blowtorch, she slammed her legs together, her arms into her sides, and moaned as her body thickened into a fat, throbbing rod, riddled with veins. Her feet bloated into balls, her head swelled into a mushroom-like stub, and she started to hack as something very thick and very salty filled her throat. 

A flick of Yuri’s wand, and she slammed straight into Orihime’s crotch, earning a scream from her former friend as she stuck to her like glue. “Nnn~! Ah! Ah! R-Rukia!” 

“Purrfect,” said Yuri. Approaching, she gave Rukia a quick stroke that left her hard up, shaking, and coughing up globs of cum. 

Stepping back with a smirk, Yuri spun back to the crowd. “Well, that’s all for tonyight folks! Turn in nyext in time for anyother exciting episode of Date-or-Date! …Or stay right where nyou are if you wanna see me ride this big fat cock like a cowgirl! Hehe.” Straddling Rukia’s length, she gave her a stroke that left both Orihime and her penis trembling. “...After a quick commercial break, anyway. Ugh, why do we even have to have those stupid th–?”  

With a crackle of static, the TV snapped off.