First Transformations

“Welcome back from our break” Genet proclaimed as she took her place back at the podium. “For those who are just joining us, this season stars Rhode Island congressman Richard Turner and eight women in his life. Before our break, I presented to our audience their options for what transformations our contestants would be starting with. Now that the results are in, it’s time for our girls to receive their gifts from the audience. She opened the first of a stack of envelopes on the podium next to her.

As I mentioned previously, I will not be describing to the room the exact details of a winning vote. That is ultimately their choice to reveal to each other, though some transformations the audience chose are certainly harder to hide than others. Instead, I will describe its effects and what I may be looking forward to from it. I will however, allow people to look at the transformation the audience fully rejected, as those will be available in our market starting tomorrow.“

She turned away from Richard and the stage, back toward the contestants she had arranged in their semicircle. “Luna, for both consistency and to test out the result, I’d like to start with you.” Luna tensed, dropping a hand to her quads and hoping that she’d avoided the worst of it. She didn’t know Richard well enough for her “wing woman” option, and she’d barely be able to walk if her sex drive tripled. “The audience clearly didn’t have much interest in your legs, as over half of them put Ready For the Cameras in last.” Luna’s stomach dropped down to the leg she’d been clutching.

“However, they couldn’t agree on much past that, as your other two options scored within a single percentage point of each other at 37.5% and 38.2%. In response to our first tie of the season, I’m choosing to combine the two that our audience could not decide between. Your connection with Richard and the arousal boost I am choosing to combine into Touch Base. The details of this will be displayed on both your own device and the screens of our audience at home as it begins.

Touch Base: Luna’s arousal will rise to match the master’s

Luna felt a slight tingling as she saw the explanation pop up on her phone and she noticed it activate. This isn’t that bad. She thought at first before realizing: He’ll have eight women that’re supposed to get his attention. How can I keep up with that? Even so, this would probably still be better than a raw tripling.

“Is there anything you’d like to respond with, to me or the voters?” Genet asked her.

Luna took a moment to respond. “I guess thank you for blunting it, and thank you for those that let it tie.”

“Thank you for that very diplomatic answer. I know you didn’t want either of these, but hopefully you’re still willing to thank me when we’re done for the night.” Genet said to her. “Now then, I’d like to do one more cheery one before going out of order to rip a bandage off. Ava, are you ready?” The black-haired woman nodded, still calm. Unlike Luna and most of the others, she hadn’t been offered anything she was worried about. “The audience managed to pull off a tie again for you too. If there had been another one among the rest of our contestants, I may have had to investigate for signs of voter fraud.” Genet paused, seeing Ava raise her hand.

“None of mine really combine very well. Do you have something prepared for how you’d fuse them like for Luna’s?” It almost seemed from Genet’s point of view that the group’s gauntlet master was more interested in the mechanics of the game than what the results would do to her.

“That’s true, what the audience liked doesn’t really have much overlap in effects. So instead of the fusion I offered Luna, you’ll just be getting both.

First, I‘ll give you the most situational of your options, though I trust you’ll find at least a few good uses out of it. With Energizer, you’ll always be able to keep going once you decide to start something. That could be running around the island, or keeping Richard on the edge for hours until he just can’t handle it anymore. I’d recommend trying at least one of those tomorrow.” She winked at Ava as she finished the explanation.

“The second is another situational one. Roid Rage makes you as strong as you think you can be. Between strength only bound by your expectations and enough stamina for any challenge no matter how big, hard, or pressing, this’ll let you be the olympian you’ve always wanted to be. With side effects of course. What do you think?”

Ava’s only answer was another question. “What sort of side effects should I expect?”

But the statuesque woman at the podium merely smirked at her. ”Spoiling that now would ruin the fun. I need to leave some things for the audience to look forward to after tonight. After all, ratings usually get a 22% bump on episodes when transformations get revealed. I would recommend that you test it multiple times, as many days as you can this round." After that she moved on, letting the athlete simmer in her words.

“Now then, let’s move to one of the votes I expect to give a stronger response. Helena, could you come a bit closer to the podium so I can show you something?” Helena nodded and walked over, looking up at Genet to get a better look at what she was holding. At 5’ 8” she was taller than most women she knew, but the heeled host was still holding the victory envelope too high for her to read.

“Thank you for coming over to the middle of the room. This makes it a lot easier to display On My Hands and Knees more easily.” As Genet spoke, Helena felt her knees give out and she thumped to the floor of the small auditorium. She barely caught herself with her hands to prevent herself from falling on her face.

“Fuck!” She couldn’t stop herself from blurting out. The fucking bitch tricked me. She knelt on the floor, trying to resist the urge to take a swing at Genet and not willing to bear the indignity of crawling back to her seat. It was already bad enough that her ass was pointing in the air towards Hazel and Aubrey, she couldn’t bring herself to turn around and show it to her stepbrother.

Genet bent down, speaking to Helena. “Thank you for your word of wisdom. Is there anything else you’d like to say to the audience?” But Helena said nothing, trying to avoid giving Genet any more material to use for the show and audience.

“Genet!” At this point Richard had stood up again from his seat. “You have us here. You’ve made it clear what the point of this is. You want to create romance and lust. This is not romantic, and it's certainly not sexual. ” He gestured to Helena. “There’s no point in what you’re doing to her. Stop it now.”

Genet shook her and stood back up. “Unfortunately, there is a point to this. While I want to earn the trust of you all, I need to keep the trust of the audience. Even if I wanted to, you can fix this more easily than I can.”

“How?”

It wasn’t Genet that answered. She had been looking at Helena, trying to decide whether resolving the tension here was worth going back on her promise to keep the details secret. Helena’s pride was still holding her back from freeing herself. It was Hazel that spoke up. “Sir, if you just give her permission she’ll be able to stand up again.”

Richard’s left hand went to his tie, wrinkling it with his thumb. “I guess you can stand up and walk back to your seat.” Helenna felt the pressure at her knees melt away, as if she was allowed to be herself again now that Richard had given her permission. Once she was back to her seat, she quickly thanked Richard and Hazel before going silent to avoid giving Genet or the audience anything else to pick at.

“Now then, I’d like to move to what I’m sure much of our audience has been looking forward to. Felicia, are you ready?

“Am I allowed to say no?” Felicia asked, knowing the answer before she finished the question.

As expected, the host shook her head. “We need to change directions. Hopefully Richard is paying attention right now, as I’m hoping this’ll be a good way to refocus him. The audience should hopefully like this too, as it won with an overwhelming 87% of the first place results. Be prepared, because you May Experience Swelling.”

As Genet spoke, Felicia began to feel a tingling in her chest. She’d always been pretty much flat, but she knew that was likely about to change. She felt the flat of her chest shift, surge, and swell out and couldn’t stop herself from bringing her hands to her chest. She felt the new handfuls in her scrubs, the loose fabric starting to catch on her nipples that were protruding like they never had before.

But it was just starting. The improbable, impossible growth continued as her chest burgeoned out. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment. “Mmmmmh”. She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a moan. Seconds later, she heard another moan form elsewhere on stage. But for this moment, she didn’t care. The handfuls she had savored a moment ago were no longer mere handfuls, each were to the point that both her hands would be unable to cover one of her new breasts. After who knows how long she felt it starting to slow again and finally opened her eyes.

Well, I definitely won’t be able to go without a bra anymore. If not for the cord she used to tie her previously too loose scrubs, her shirt would have become a crop top and exposed her stomach. As it was, the cord had caused her shirt to become nearly skin tight, wrapping it around her chest. As she looked down, she managed to regain her sense of the scene around her and crossed her legs, trying to scowl.

Genet smiled at her from the podium. “Enjoy yourself dear?

“Obviously, but I would’ve appreciated any amount of privacy. I understand the audience sees everything and I need Richard to see things, but at least one of the others was enjoying the show a bit too much.” She snapped, then saw Luna lowering her head out of the corner of her eye. She’d been expecting someone else, one of the new people. She’d need to find a way to approach her about it. It might’ve been from her being the first to be transformed, and even if it wasn’t she couldn’t let this place tear the four of them apart. “Can you just move on at this point?”

“Of course, we’re only halfway done and it’s getting late. I think the audience has seen what they were hoping for anyways from you. Now that we’ve finished with you though, why don’t we just finish with your little group.” Ava and Felicia looked at Stella, worried about what the host might do to her.

“I was curious how this season’s audience would react to something like this. For most of our voting time, it was just barely in second place to something tried and true. But as the polls started to close, it approached a tie before shooting past your second place finisher. With 44% of the points, what the audience decided it wanted for you was Overstimulation. This is a clothing restriction, nearly every season has at least one, but rather than forcing you into an outfit or restricting you to a material I’d like to think of it as a puzzle for you to solve. You could preserve your modesty in that sweater and apron, but find yourself in tears at the lightest surprise or melting in Richard’s arms the next time he offers you a hug. Or you could swing things the other way. For the rest of the show, walk around in nothing but a string bikini and be the most stable, most happy you’ve been since culinary school. Now what do you think about it so far?” Genet looked over at the chef, waiting for her response.

Stella just whimpered until Ava took her in her arms again.

Genet's momentum stuttered, the woman's despair throwing her off track. “Right, maybe now wasn’t the best time to ask. You don’t have to do it Ava, but I’d recommend trying to get the apron off of her at the very least.” Genet looked Stella up and down again. Just from what she could see, the young woman was wearing a thick sweater and sweatpants combination that already would’ve tested the limits of the transformation, and the apron may have been overloading her to the point where she couldn’t even make a show of it or complain for the audience.

“I’ll come visit in the morning to try and help you figure things out, but for now I need to move on to the only contestant who got exactly what she asked for. Dr.Petrov, I hope you’ll be pleased to know the audience was more interested in changing your body than your mind. Why don’t we see what your Mom Bod looks like”

Maeve had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Even good news could only be delivered as another dig. But as her patient finished her sentence, Maeve started to hear television static in the back of her head. She looked around and no one else seemed to be reacting to it. As she looked at Richard for any reaction, the static started to reach from her ears to her eyes until she was no longer able to see or hear anyone. She was sealed off from the world, her only sense left what her hands could feel. So she reached around with her hands, feeling for clues as to what was happening. Her skirt felt nearly twice as wide at her thighs as she pressed her fingers into muscle and fat that hadn’t been there before the static started. Her hips had flared even further, and she felt like if she moved her legs the wrong way the skirt was likely to rip. She moved further along her body and found… oh. She'd need to explore that more later. Her bum had clearly received the best boost from her patient’s blessing. It was full and round, big enough that she could feel herself sitting higher on the seat than she had been a moment ago. She eventually pulled her hand away and continued upwards. She found that her blouse had been pushed out by a newly abundant bosom. It was as though she’d been reshaped into a teenager’s fantasy.

It was only once she finished feeling her changes with her hands that the static in the rest of her senses began to leave. Her vision returned and it was clear that everyone had been watching her feel herself up. Genet was standing there, obviously looking for a good time to take the focus back.

“Do you feel like you made the right choice with what you asked the audience for?” Her patient asked. She appeared so much more confident here than back in the office. Maeve would just assume that the story in the office had been a lie, but Maeve had seen her nervous even here. Helena and Richard’s friend had been given more threatening changes, and Genet hadn’t reveled in them like she had Felicia’s or Maeve’s own transformation. Luna and Ava’s changes had engaged her, she spoke with the same excitement she did when she had asked whether she could keep both of the men in her life. Dr.Petrov needed to speak with her more, to learn what was real about Genet and whether her patient really needed help.

“I do. While I wasn’t expecting something this ****, I certainly can’t complain.”

Her patient smiled, seeming almost relieved, before turning to Aubrey. “For a while, your result was at risk of another tie. But one ended up winning with a 3% lead. I couldn’t get you what you voted for, but I think this may be better for everyone. When you need him, or he needs you, you can be there to be each others' Security Blanket.”

Aubrey had seen enough at this point to know that it was the host finishing her sentence like that, with a resonance in her final words, that triggered the change. But she felt nothing. “Should I be feeling more?”

Genet shook her head. “I wouldn’t expect it at this point. Some situational transformations have come up earlier. Just like then, I’m telling you to look for situations to test them. Anything else before we try to finish?” Aubrey shook her head. The faster she can get off this stage, the better.

“Our last transformation of the night is of course for Hazel Singh. Hazel, you’ve continued to act as a problem solver for the Turners. The winner of this vote, with 69% of the points, will allow you to help anyone with their problems if they simply ask you ‘Hey, can you Hold This for Me?”

Hazel felt an emptiness, like a holster had been placed next to her soul, ready to be filled. This would be an issue. She didn’t even know how bad this was yet, since Genet had insisted on leaving the details of most of the transformations vague. Hopefully people assumed that hers was as vague and didn’t figure out how to trigger it immediately. Miss Soto’s and Miss Conners' sounded helpful, but that meant they’d be the least likely to actually give them to her.

“Any questions before we move on to the popularity poll and distribute people’s starting points?”

Any questions would just expose her before she was ready to offer it herself. “No ma’am”

“Then in that case, we have one more poll of the night. This was testing the audience’s interest and fondness for each of you. I’ll display the results of the poll on the scoreboard, and offer a small bonus to those who did well. At the same time, I’ll tack on the bonuses I promised during your intros” She pointed at the scoreboard again, and the contestant’s names shuffled around.

"While you're all looking at that, I'd like to start explaining how the rest of our round should go."