One by one they awoke. Sixteen beautiful young women in the prime of their lives, clad in a mix of loose robes, cutoff shorts, military garb, and more, but all with the toned physiques of professional athletes and bodybuilders. As they rose to their feet, taking in the strange elaborate banquet hall around them and wondering how they arrived, many panicked, clutching at their chests and hips, shocked by the sexy feminine bodies most of them had not previously sported, some grabbing for tablecloths as their newfound breasts were completely exposed by their standard garb.
Suddenly a booming voice thundered through the room, from a series of speakers hidden amongst the elaborate marble pillars and finely appointed tables. "Welcome warriors, to your new home!" it proclaimed. "As my powers have fully awakened, I find myself in need of servants and consorts, fit to the task of maintaining my home and... certain other interests. What better then than you, the world's most formidable champions?"
"What have you done to us!? To my glorious body!" shouted an impressively large and well muscled Russian woman, sporting a mohawk, red shorts and boots, crossing her arms over her bare chest for the moment, rather than cover herself like some of the others.
"Well you see, I have no need for butlers," the intercoms replied. "That most of you were once men was an annoyance easily solved with my new powers, but there are more changes yet to come! You see, I find myself in need of healthy young women for a variety of tasks. A secretary to manage the dull practicalities of ruling the world. A world class chef. A fastidious maid. A few exotic dancers to keep me entertained. An ample harem to... satisfy me with their variety. And of course, a proper wife and consort, to bear me a fitting heir, in time."
"In your dreams, pal!" shouted a defiant blonde, wearing a tank top, camo pants, combat boots, and mirror shades, with her hair gelled into a strange flat top. "Not one of us would ever lift a finger for a creep like you! We're getting out of here as soon as we kick your ass and you turn us back!"
"Yes yes, I'm sure you're all just itching to start throwing punches, aren't you? That's as fair a system as any to sort you to your proper roles, now isn't it? Why don't you all do what it is you do best, and organize yourselves a martial arts competition, hmm? Each time one of you beats another unconscious, I'll use my powers to further reshape you, body and mind, to suit your new tasks. And as a bit of an incentive, those who survive the longest shall have the positions carrying the most respect and dignity. The first half of you to fall will become my concubines, the next four my lovely little dancing girls, and so on, with the champion untouched save for becoming my new bride!"
"There's no way we're going to fight each other!" shouted a Japanese woman in a very loose white gi. Another blonde beside her in a matching red gi stood beside her in agreement. "That's right! None of us have any reason to fight each other when we could just team up on you!"
Across from them, a woman in a blue dress with astoundingly well-muscled thighs muttered under her breath, "I don't know if I'd say that," glancing angrily at a woman in dressed in a red uniform looking somewhere between a military general and some sort of supervillain, herself sporting quite a large grin as she felt herself up, apparently finding herself to have changed in quiet the agreeable manner.
"Cooperation? How dreary. Perhaps some further motivation then? Whichever of you stands undefeated once the rest have fallen, before being made my new bride, may engage me, personally, in single combat. Should you manage to defeat me, I'll release you. In fact, I may even restore you to your original forms, should you really wish. Otherwise, we'll get right on that heir making. Is that enough to motivate you all to hash out who stands where? If not, I could always simply bend you to my whims in a less sporting fashion."
The assembled women took a moment to weigh their options. Beyond those who had already spoken up, there were two more blondes. One in a one-piece swimsuit topped with a beret, the other in black pants, and an open shirt, with a ceramic mask hiding her face.
Two strikingly tall bald women in shorts, one with an eye patch and tape wrapped around her hands and ankles, the other looking quite emaciated, with a strange necklace of what looked like monkey skulls barely covering her chest.
Two who'd scrambled to cover themselves with tablecloth tops, having arrived shirtless. One black with gaudy parachute pants, one asian and looking quite stone-faced and serious, but not quite as grim as the tall figure with the fringed jacket and feathers in her hair.
A boxer, feeling lucky enough to at least have a robe over her shorts was already pounding her gloves together, sizing up the competition, with an eye on a weirdly feral looking woman with wild orange hair, wearing only a pair of shorts and seemingly not concerned with her lack of modesty.
The tension in the air was somewhat cut by the clattering of the silverware as the final woman present, having arrived almost entirely naked and with very ample curves to hide, abandoned her sumo fundoshi for a second tablecloth to wrap around her very wide hips after already wrapped the nearest around her quite ample breasts.