Chihiro gives Celestia a pair of big changes.

Chihiro watched Celestia noiselessly stomp her bare feet towards the changing room, then pause in front of the door. She seemed to have suddenly been hit with a new consideration, and she didn't look pleased about it. That reflected on her face for only a moment before she corrected it to a passive frown and disappeared through the door.

While he could simply use this opportunity to give Celestia the slip, this seemed to have worked as a good way to get her off of the topic of blowing the whistle. Now, she seemed determined to have him call her sexy, just like he'd programmed. If he escaped now, she'd just get more irritated: she probably wouldn't stop trying to find him until she got what she wanted... Well, what he'd wanted her to want, anyway.

He heard the sounds of Celestia removing her elaborate outfit behind the door of her changing room. He tried to imagine what Celestia would look like in that racy flag bikini that had been the punishment from their game, but found that he couldn't... He couldn't at all.

He remembered Celestia's face when she entered the room. Then, realizing the sounds of clothes changing had slowed to a stop, he held his breath so he could listen in closely. He heard a quiet clicking of teeth, and with it, he finished putting the picture together. "Oh, right! There's no way Celestia is going to successfully put on the bikini, not like that. Did she... r-really not think about it?" It felt hard to imagine the careful and crafty gambler wouldn't... Then again, she'd already revealed how stirred up she was.

Chihiro imagined that there might be some guys using this app who'd get a kick out of seeing a humiliated Celestia cornered into a situation where she had to try and present herself as 'sexy' in this situation, but that wasn't quite what he had in mind. Instead... he'd seen something in the available purchases before. There was an option that ought to satisfy both of them. "Yeah!" He thought to himself, smiling shakily and trying to psych himself up. "Th-this one's a no brainer, right?! Any manly man would want this anyway! I'm sure Mondo would be... really proud of what I'm about to do." He gulped, then tapped through the screen to make his new purchase. This one should only put him back 2 gems, so it ought to be worth it.

Carefully, he put his ear to the door to listen in. He didn't expect to hear a gasp or anything: after all, the awareness of this change was turned off, so Celestia shouldn't be any wiser to what Chihiro had just done. However, after a bit of time passed with no audible movement at all, he began to get concerned. "Getting this right without seeing her might be harder than I thought... Maybe just the base purchase isn't doing much? I probably need to check in with her..."

Before she'd even closed the door behind her, Celestia knew she'd made a mistake. She glanced down at the garish garment furtively, trying not to reveal her concern to Chihiro, then finished entering the changing room and started taking off her clothes. "At least there are hangers. One thing separating us from our primitive ancestors, I suppose. Although, is there truly no place to safely store them in this hut? Are we expected to carry them all the way to our rooms, or else leave even our unmentionables here for others to sort through as they like?!" It was hard to imagine no one had planned for this, but it seemed to check out: she could spot clothes that clearly belonged to some of the more ridiculous and careless fellow students were still hanging in this room.

This situation wouldn't get any better if she stalled, so she did what she'd come in to do. In no time, she was staring back at herself in the mirror, a pale, flawless figure clad in her preferred undergarments (black, white, and frilled as all things, even unseen unmentionables, must be). She still had her huge drill ponytails fixed to either side of her head, which meant she was still wearing the elaborate white ribbons and headband that kept them in place. Technically, the terms of her wager with Chihiro had been that she should wear only the bikini, but that very lucky lesbian would be changing Celestia's iconic hairstyle over her dead body.

The elegant white ribbons would hardly match the red-white-and-blue monstrosity she was being **** into, but that was the least of Celestia's worries. She could already tell just looking at herself in her underwear, but as she sourly finished removing her familiar bra, set it aside, then raised her new top in front of her quite modest breasts, she racked her brains for a solution to her problem. As skimpy as the bikini top was, it was large in another way: it was clearly designed for a woman with a preposterous cup size. If Celestia was to put it on, it'd basically be swinging free and revealing her bare tits. There was no way she could pad it, either. With this little fabric, preparing proper pads that wouldn't show would take time, material, and skills she doubted she had.

More than anything, she couldn't reveal her slip-up to Chihiro. She wanted to get the other woman to call her 'sexy,' after all, and Chihiro doubted she could count on "bumbling buffoon in ill-fitting clothes" as an exciting makeover.

She clicked her teeth. "I just need to... somehow make this work..." Celestia thought to herself. "Maybe if I go out in something else it'll pass, as long as it's still what she considers sexy? The only one dumb enough to leave her clothes in here, though, was Akane... Ugh! They smell like a locker room! Out of the question. I've simply have to somehow make this work." Since she couldn't come up with an idea right away, she turned her attention elsewhere, finishing stripping her panties off so she could put on the new bottom. This revealed her neatly trimmed lower hair (trimmed only for her own benefit, of course), visible in her reflection.

Speaking of her reflection... It was, actually, a little funny. Celestia had come in here thinking this was a hopeless task. After all, she was about as flat as Chihiro herself seemed to be... But, hadn't she underestimated herself a bit? Glancing at her reflection again again, the void between the peaks of her breasts and the garment they had to fill didn't seem too big. Maybe, if she could somehow-

"Is everything, um, okay in there, Celestia? Is everything... f-fitting fine?" Chihiro's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Yes, naturally! No need to get impatient," she replied as calmly as she could.

"Okay! I just think you should, um... if it doesn't fit, let me know, all right?"

"It fits like a glove," Celestia replied, aware this was a claim she was going to have to somehow back up but feeling unable to back down. Was there anything less sexy than a pitiful woman? She didn't think so. Besides, the situation really wasn't as bad as she'd thought. After all, as she looked at her reflection again, Celestia figured she was on par with some of the more well-endowed women in the class. Her impressive chest filled the garment out just fine. What had she been so worried about? She tried a test pose, leaning in towards the mirror, cupping her hands at either side to press her chest out and show off her nice valley of cleavage. It was a pose that hardly suited the great and dignified Ultimate Gambler, but she thought it would be enough to **** the word she wanted out of her hapless opponent-

"Celestia! Are you still okay? Is everything-"

"Didn't I tell you to wait?!" Celestia snapped back, finding herself shocked out of her pose. After all, even if she'd always imagined she could turn on feminine wiles and do this sort of thing if she needed to, she never thought she'd have to, especially with stakes this low. She'd never practiced doing it, and being reminded there was only a door and a short distance between her half-naked harlot-like preening and someone who might see it was enough to bring some color to her ordinarily pale face.

"Still no good, huh?" she heard Chihiro mutter to herself.

"No, everything's quite good!" Celestia continued hastily. It was bothering her that she'd so misjudged the size of her own chest. After all, her breasts were.. pretty enormous! For a woman as otherwise dainty as her, she had to admit she was tremendously stacked in that department. Her ordinarily sharp, controlled eyes went a bit wide as she realized the shoulder strings of the bikini were tightly taut, the flimsy garment struggling against the bodacious body of the Academy's most well-endowed student.

... Something wasn't adding up. She was sure that when she entered this dressing room moments ago, she had been worried about this top not fitting. Why was that? If anything, she was one of the few women in all the Academy it would fit. Although, "fit" was a bit of a stretch... Maybe that was why she'd been worried about it? The thing was both tight and skimpy, hardly the tailor-made fit she was used to. Still... it was on, and it looked just as filthy on her glorious body as she figured that dirty-minded lesbian outside her room could want. There was no reason to delay things any longer. She wiggled the bikini bottom up her slender hips, feeling a tight, somehow exciting pinch as the band indented itself into her pale skin. Then, she pat herself on either side of her face as though massaging her scowl back into a sultry smile. Finally, she gave a small giggle. "I can tell you were excited, but the wait is finally over. I'm coming out, Chihiro...~"

Chihiro watched the door swing open as teasingly slowly as Celestia seemed to be going for. He could tell from the way the gambler had just spoken to him that she must be satisfied with the fit after all, or else had come up with some other kind of plan. He'd heard a couple of twangy "snaps" that sounded encouraging, in terms of a tight swimsuit being fit in place. It had cost him his remaining 10 gems after he'd been **** to upgrade it a couple of times, but he was sure it had probably been worth it to make sure Celestia fit the swimsuit...

To make sure... Celestia... fit the swimsuit...

The words he'd said in his head sounded like a joke to him as Celestia began to appear before him. Actually, it was a specific part of her that first appeared: the shelf of her breasts was visible in the doorway ahead of the rest of her, since she'd been standing in side profile. The woman greeting him was more or less a different person, both in appearance and in mannerisms. Although she wore her usual graceful smile, measuring him with her usual sharp red eyes framed by her usual huge ponytails, the effect of seeing her massive tits, easily the largest of anyone Chihiro knew, on her otherwise slender body, would have already blown his mind. Pair that with the fact that she was posing for him with her arms behind her head, turning and thrusting her chest forward in spite of the dangerous creak of her straps, wearing gaudy triangles of fabric peaked by the clearly puffy nipples they were tasked with containing... Chihiro's brown eyes had gone wide as dinner plates. Needless to say, there was nowhere for them to look besides where Celestia was commanding.

"Well?" Celestia asked him, shifting to place her arms below her eye-catching endowments and wearing a preemptively victorious, almost pitying smile. She bounced them a couple of times for his benefit. "They're a bit bigger than they look when I'm wearing something classy and conservative, hm? I have to presume this locks with your primitive, nigh-adolescent and disturbingly masculine view of what a 'sexy' woman is. Are you willing to use the word now?"