A breast comparison contest between all the females!

"As some of you already know, today marks the third year since we joined together to create this amazing community of powerful shapeshifters!" Alexander(Ekaterina) stated, speaking through the microphone.

Her words earned a general ovation from the whole venue.

"And we've already enjoyed many nights like this one, of course. However, this is the first time that we've decided to collectively take the shape of historical figures of our choice! Which has been an amazing idea! Thank you very much, Caroline."

He gestured to a tall man with Middle-Eastern features and a big onion-like turban, who nodded and smiled while the rest of the people cheered at him. It took Philip a moment to understand that that man was the 'Caroline' Ekaterina was referring to. Philip thought he had seen his image somewhere, but he couldn't quite remember his identity.

"But now, as a lifelong History enthusiast, there is stuff I've always wondered, things that History books never tell us about."

She leaned forward in Alexander's body with a bright smile.

"Of course, I'm talking about their bodies! Their exposed skins! Their private parts! Because, sure, drinking and singing while physically inhabiting the bodies of those famous figures we grew up hearing about is very nice. But we can't leave it at that, can we? We're all responsable adults here, so it would be a shame not to enjoy the moment like true adults, don't you agree?"

All the guests cheered on full agreement, while Philip, who was right in the middle of the crowd, kept staring at Alexander(Ekaterina) with a baffled expression. Was this really happening?
He could feel the pressure in his(Rasputin's) crotch more than ever. It was the first time in his life he'd felt like that from a simple erection. All of a sudden, he felt the desire to take the first good look at his new equipment, remembering the freaky experience he'd had that time he used the bathroom in his transformed body. But he was soft back then.

"I'm glad we're all on the same page!" Alexander(Ekaterina) happily exclaimed. "Now, while I do have some ideas of my own, I'd rather hear the opinion of our dear **Caroline! a.k.a Suleyman the Magnificent! You had the original idea for this party, so it's only fair to allow you to suggest the first game!**"

"A breast contest between all the 'ladies' present!" Suleyman(Caroline) decided after a short pause. "The one with the biggest chest wins and gets to decide the next game!"

"Oh! I like that idea!" The person transformed into Jane Austen said while proudly grabbing her plump chest.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Hatshepsut(Finn) protested while looking down at the Egyptian queen's rather modest bossom. But the laughter in her voice showed he wasn't so against it.

"Sure! Let's do that!" Said an ancient Roman lady with curly long hair and a white toga.

"Excellent! Then all the 'ladies', please step on the stage!" Alexander(Ekaterina) exclaimed, and more than half of the venue, which was those who had turned into females, got on the platform and immediately started undressing.

To Philip, this show of depravity was something he'd never even dreamed of witnessing. 17 women whose names and deeds were known all over the world, all of whom were long dead before Philip was even born, were getting naked right in front of him, exactly as they were in their prime.

His knees were shaking, and he had both hands clenched over his crotch to prevent a conspicuous tent from forming inside the cassock he was wearing.

"Well! What do you think of these?!" Jane Austen was the first to undress, and eagerly exhibited her huge udders in front of the public. They were large and a little saggy, with big aureolas on top of that. "I think I'm pretty much the winner here!"

"Not so fast!" A tall red-headed woman stepped forward, towering over the chubby Jane Austen. "What about Boudica's Celtic milkbags?! As I see it, they are clearly superior to Jane Austen's saggy lumps!"

She raised her toned arms above her head and allowed the public a full view of her impressive rach: two very pale and plump orbs of dark nipples and a few freckles on top. Philip found himself cheering for her alongside a good chunk of the other 'men'.

Two British women who lived 1700 years apart from each other competing for who had the biggest chest. There was nothing better than this.

"Bah! They are still smaller than mine." Jane Austen smirked at her counterpart, clearly sure of her victory.

"About that..." Alexander(Ekaterina) interrupted them to make a remark. "While the size should be the main focus, I think we should also judge the shape and general performance! What do you say, Caroline? I think it's only fair!"

"Sure." Caroline nodded with a smile while crossing Suleyman's long arms. There was a small tent forming at his crotch, which she wasn't even trying to hide.

"Hey, don't forget about me!" The Roman lady stood next to the duo while proudly displaying her pale and delicate body that looked like a perfect model for those statues from the Renaissance. "Even though Agrippina can't compete with these northern cows, she can't leave without having a say in this matter."

"Oh dear Isis..." Hatshepsut(Finn) said while placing her delicate hands over her little caramel breasts. "There really is no hope for me. You're such a bunch of modern bullies."

"Modern?" Boudica and Agrippina asked almost in unison while staring at the naked Egyptian queen.

"You and me are like 1500 years apart. So yeah, modern." The Egyptian queen reiterated with her chin held high.

The 'contest', which was less of an actual contest and more of a lighthearted display of horny perverts (most of the participants were just transformed men), kept going for a while, until there was only one remaining woman who still hasn't undressed.

Joan d'Arc(Matt) had been observing the show from the side with crossed arms.

"Hey, Matt! Are you participating or not?!" Finn exclaimed while waving at him with Hatshepsut's slender arm.

Joan(Matt) sighed and took a hesitant step forward.

"I guess I have no other option..." She carefully started taking off her breastplate and shoulder pads while most of the other women were still talking between them, groping each other and playing around.

When the armor pieces were on the floor, Joan(Matt) slowly took off her sweater and shirt underneath. At first, it looked like her chest wasn't anything special. The bulge looked rather small, to the point that Philip would've deemed it to be a B-cup at best.
However, when she finally took off her inner shirt and revealed a thick bandage wrapped around her chest, Philip had to rethink his estimations.

At that point, Joan(Matt) had the full attention of the whole venue. Men and women, they were all silent and staring at him and his bossom.
Then, he started talking.

"You know... in order to join the army and fight off the enemies of France, Joan d'Arc had to go to great lengths in order to appear as masculine as she possibly could." She explained while slowly unwrapping the bandages. "It was a hard time for her, and she had to think of clever ways to hide the... full extent, of her feminine attributes."

Once the bandages were loosened enough, Joan(Matt) pressed them back over her chest with both arms, keeping her bossom still hidden from view.

"Overall, the Hundred Years War was a rough time for the French, who greatly relied on their armored knights to win their battles. And they were losing most of the time. However... at the end, they managed to turn the tables. Do you know how?" Joan(Matt) smiled at the crowd. He really had a talent for drama. "It wasn't thanks to their knights they won the war. It was thanks to their Heavy Artillery!"

Joan(Matt) extended her slender arms to both sides, allowing the loose bandages to fall and offering the crowd a full view of a pair of breasts whose size and perkyness put those of every other participant to shame.

The whole venue turned crazy almost immediately, regardless of if they were below or over the stage, everybody enthusiastically cheered on Matt, clearly impressed and excited by such a brutal display.
Philip couldn't believe his eyes, and found himself laughing hysterically at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Poor peasant chick my ass!" Hatshepsut(Finn) yelled while grabbing his brother's humongous assets with an incredulous face. "There's no fucking way she ever lacked food if she managed to grow these absurd things!"

"Come on, don't be so jealous of my French cannons." Joan(Matt) giggled at the Egyptian queen while proudly tapping her breasts from above as if they were a pair of bongos. "I might even let you suck on them later if you're a good girl."

"Fuck! You make me so mad!" Finn exclaimed.

"Me too!" Jane Austen said.

"Me three!" Agrippina added.

"I propose we twist her nipples until she begs for mercy." Boudica proposed.

"Great idea!" Said a beautiful East-Asian lady.

"Well, well!" Alexander(Ekaterina)'s booming voice interrupted the bickering. "It looks like we have a winner! Everyone, give the 'noble' Joan d'Arc a round of applause!"

Every guest clapped enthusiastically while Joan(Matt) bowed to the public.
Philip was almost too distracted to clap, his eyes fully fixated on her heavy breasts, which were bouncing chaotically due to the quick bowing motion.

"Now Matt, I believe you now have the right to choose the next game for us!" The organizer announced. "So, do you have something in mind?"

Joan(Matt) smiled deviously and stared at Philip.