ROYAL REWARD: Perverse Poolrooms, Part 4 (Commercialization, Catgirlification, Expansion)

You flow through the labyrinth like a ghostly, sticky tidal wave, leaving the tiles of the floor and the walls coated in the ectoplasm of your form. It’d be kinda gross, if not for the fact it’s, well, you, now. When you think about it, it’s no worse than getting dust on you, really. 

Pouring out of the corridor, you slide with speed into the next poolroom, determined to get your next transformation over and done with. You’ve decided you’re not going to hesitate any longer–there’s only one route open to you, and you’re going to take it, no matter what the price is. You’re getting out of here as fast as possible! 

The next pool is bright yellow, with a deep, metallic sheen that reminds you of molten gold. Like a lava flow pouring into the ocean, you throw your gigantic, slimy body straight into it, and on impact, your fluid new form contracts, compacting and hardening in an attempt to preserve itself. At the same time, you bubble, frothing violently, as whatever magical substance serves these pools as water reacts with you. What effect will it have this time? For all your new courage, you’re not certain you want to find out. 

Mustering all your strength, you grab the far side of the pool and, with much effort, manage to haul yourself out of it. As you emerge from the waters, like a primordial fishman clambering out of the swamp, your body releases itself, melting back into a far less solid form. It takes some effort to keep the puddle of your feet from spilling into the pool. 

As in the previous poolrooms, there is a mirror waiting for you to inspect your altered body in. Bending down, you squish your giant breasts against the floor as you struggle to peer into it. You can’t see anything happening yet, but that doesn’t necessary mean anything, does it? Some of the changes so far have been incredibly subtle… 

No. Wait. You think you do see something. What exactly is…? 

Pulling back, you stand upright, head squishing against the ceiling, and look down at yourself in concern. What exactly is your body doing now?  

Through your trembling, slimy facsimiles of eyes, you watch as your sloppy green figure starts to tighten, as it did when you were underwater. Squeezed into a smaller, harder form, you assume a consistent shape with a far more recognizable silhouette. You move around a little, just to check, but no matter how your body shifts, it always seems to end up looking a little like a curvaceous female figure. It’s like it doesn’t want anyone to mistake it for anything else. 

A second wave of changes, even stranger than the first, rolls through you. First, you lose a little of your transparency, gaining a clearer green tone, less vivid and more healthy than your previous. Secondly, you shrink a little, and your eyes grow larger, as if to ensure that not only can people see them, but to guarantee that you appear as cute as possible. Soon enough, you look like a ridiculous chibi. 

Thirdly, as if they aren’t already generous enough, your boobs and your butt grown even larger, swelling till your figure is a recognizable hourglass. Finally, your hip burns, and when you look down you find something has tattooed itself on it. Closer inspection reveals it’s a barcode. 

You feel like a cheap toy sitting on a shelf in the supermarket, just waiting for someone to pick you up and run you through the checkout. It’s almost more humiliating than the rest of the changes you’ve been forced through.  

Sighing, you gather yourself up and trudge your ridiculous new body through the corridor into the next room, trying to ignore the urge to come up with a marketable new catchphrase. 

The next pool you encounter brims with bright pink fluid, sticky somehow, as if the entire pool has been filled with bubblegum. You hover over it for a second or two, your previous caution returning with force. Finally, after a second of thought, you gather your courage and throw yourself forward. It can hardly be worse than anything else you’ve endured. 

You strike the water with a splash, throwing out great pink waves, and as ever your slimy body begins to contract, giving you more solid limbs to swim with. Taking a deep breath, you begin to do so, frontcrawling fast for the far side of the pool, even as the bubblegum water peaks and froths around you, reacting in unknown ways with your new form. 

Pulling yourself out of the water, you stretch tall and shake yourself off, throwing thick blobs of slime from your gloopy form as your legs melt back into a thick puddle beneath you. Now, what’s going to happen to you this time? 

You find the obligatory mirror nearby, positioned above a sink this time–the Labyrinth’s strange mash-up of pool and changing room features continues to baffle you. Bending down, you stare into the glass and wait, squinting for whatever’s going to happen to you. And you know something is–you can feel the tingling. This time, it feels especially intense in your tailbone and your–

With a pop, your ears vanish into your head, sinking like the Titanic. Automatically, your hands go to the spot, rubbing it. What the hell is happening to you this time? Is the pool trying to deafen you? 

You get your answer a second later, when a new pair of ears pop out of the top of your head. These two are taller, triangular, their slime shaped less to imply flesh and more to imply fur. Two tufts of the slimy equivalent of fluff poke from inside them.

Pinching one, you pluck it and stretch. Are these…? Are they cat ears? 

As if to confirm your suspicious, your face trembles, and from the sides of your nose sprout a fine array of thick, slimy whiskers, flexing as you stare. “Nya?” 

A tremble from behind you snatches your attention back. Staring, you see a spot above your butt bubbling, as if something is about to–

–burst! In this case, it’s as long, thick, slimy green cat’s tail, already rising in tune with your surprise. “Nya?!” Of all the things this pool could have turned you into, a weird cat-slime hybrid wasn’t at the top of your expectations. Is there any end to the kinds of embarrassment this place can inflict on you?

Hissing in annoyance, you slide away from the middle and haul your strangely-feline new body through the corridor and into the next room. At this point, you’re done speculating–you just want to swim through the next pool and get out of this place as soon as possible. Even if it leaves you completely unrecognizable! 

You enter the next poolroom with a splatter of shifting slime. This pool is a bright blue, clear as the morning sky, though whether that’s a good thing, you don’t care to speculate. What if it turns you into a bird? Would that be ironic or appropriate, given your current feline traits? 

With a deep sigh, you suck in a breath and dive, throwing yourself straight into the center. It’s a little disorienting, like lying on your back and imagining the sky as the ground. 

You sink a little, the waters frothing and bubbling around you as if you’re made of pure lithium. Summoning your strength, you force yourself back to the surface and start to paddle, fast, for the far side. 

By the time you emerge from the water, you’re tingling and quivering all over, though the sensation is at its strongest in the gigantic clumps of slime that represent your boobs and buttcheeks. Slithering over to the mirror–it’s a full-length one this time, perfect for you to examine your entire body in–you pull yourself up and cup your breasts, shivering at the pang of pleasure this strikes you with. You suppose it’s no surprise the pools would eventually do something so erotic. 

As you study yourself in the glass, your breasts pulse, emitting a sound like the blorp of a deep sea creature. And without further pause, they start to swell, fast, growing like they’ve no intention of ever slowing. In seconds, they’re twice their previous size, large as your already enormous head and still growing, thickening into a pair of giant, slimy boulders. 

“H-hey! Slow down!” Even as you start to panic, another pang of pleasure from your butt drags your attention backward. Looking past your tail, you squeak to see your buttcheeks swelling as well, inflating like a pair of gum bubbles. In seconds, they’ve doubled as well, leaving you so well-endowed you’ll never struggle to sit comfortably again. You might have some difficultly finding a chair that fits you, however. 

Shivering, you turn back to the mirror, and watch in a mix of fascination and horror as your body bloats into a monstrosity of curves, boobs and buttocks blown far beyond any reasonable size. Combined with your already enormous stature, it doesn’t take long for them to become truly titanic: in half a minute, you could fill the average bus with the mass of your bust alone, never mind your rear. And they just keep growing larger! 

By the time your figure finally stops its absurd assault on your sanity, you look like a gigantic fertility idol, all buttocks and hips and plump, swollen buttocks. When you move from side to side, there’s an audible sloshing sound, distinct even from the noise of your slime shifting. You don’t care to speculate about why that might be. 

Sliding back, you study yourself and sigh in despair. You’re a gigantic green slime girl with a cat’s ears and tail, semi-translucent, and blessed with assets far exceeding even the most well-endowed pornstar. How are you possibly supposed to continue your life once you get out of here? Half your changes could be reverted, and you’d still be the biggest freak to ever live! 

Your new body doesn’t have a heart, but you’re certain you can still feel it pounding as you slither as fast as you possibly can through the exit corridor. That’s it–no more waiting around and exploring yourself! You want out of here asap! Even if it means you have to ignore your sloshing new curves to get it. Oh, gosh, they’re more erogenous than you ever could have imagined. 

This next corridor stretches on for far longer than any of the previous. After a minute of sludging down it, you actually begin to feel a mote of panic. What’s happening now? Have you finally found the exit, or have you just entered another terrible circle of torment? Perhaps it might be safest just to stop where you are and never take another step. 

Despite your fear, you find yourself trudging on. And eventually, after what feels like an hour, the corridor comes abruptly to an end, revealing nothing more than a plain, ordinary…

‘FIRE ESCAPE,’ reads the sign over the emergency door. 

Pausing, panting, you extend a tendril and place it on the bar. It depresses with a clunk, and with a squeak from the hinges, the door slides slowly, slowly open, revealing a rectangle of endless, infinite light.

For several long seconds, you simply stand there staring into this brilliant abyss, your entire form shimmering with the light emanating from its depths. This is it, your exit. It has to be.

The only question is… do you take it? 

Your heart pounds; you swallow uncomfortably. You suppose it’s only fitting the Poolrooms ask you to take one last dive. 

For almost a full minute, you stand there and prevaricate, sliding back and forth and side to side, until at last you can take it no more. Sucking in a deep breath, you slide through the door.

The light washes over you like chlorinated water.