Fourth round

The standard problems with the lack of knowledge were now joined by a new sensation - Taylor became slightly aroused; his nipples were the source. It was a pleasant feeling and not an overwhelming one, but it certainly did not help in giving correct answers. The category was similar to the previous one, although more difficult, because cities are smaller than countries. The contestant knew the general location of most of them, but pointing them precisely enough was a matter of pure luck. He was lucky enough with Venice and Genève, because they were located in characteristic, easy to find, places. He was not lucky enough with Frankfurt and Zagreb, although he knew where to look for them. He had no idea where Košice could be located.

“Three mistakes once again, Taylor,” the host announced, “it seems that you have found your golden ratio.”

“Too bad I won’t get much gold from that ratio,” the contestant replied with a sour expression.

“But you’ll get exciting transformations! Draw three transformation cards.”

“Double Breasts Expansion, Double Height Reduction, Catsuit. Oh dear.”

“Just like I said! Exciting, aren’t they?”

“That’s one way to put it. I’m wondering whether discarding any of them is worth the risk?”

“You don’t like them?” Frank asked innocently.

“Catsuit should be harmless. Double Height Reduction is awful, especially since I already had one. Boobs…” Taylor paused and pondered for a moment, “ahh, fuck it!” he finally said in a resigned voice, “at least I’ll be able to play with my own tits. I want to discard the Height Reduction.”

His announcement was rewarded with an applause; apparently the audience also enjoyed boob-play. Especially since it sounded like a really hot promise when said out in his cute voice.

“As you wish,” the host replied, when the clapping quieted down, “draw two new transformation cards.”

“Fetish: Chastity and Pretty in Pink. Oh, shit!”

“It seems that you’ll get something fun instead. The audience loves pink as well.”

“The colour doesn’t bother me, the fetish does.”

“You’ll learn to love it. Trust me. Now into The Chamber you go.”

Taylor was proud of his penis and aware of his libido. The prospect of having his large cock locked in a cage seemed grim. He found it hard to understand how someone could actually enjoy such a predicament. He suspected that he would find out sooner rather than later. He entered the device in a sour mood and closed his eyes. The Chamber began to work its magic almost instantly and the contestant clearly felt the changes being done to his body and his outfit. All of them, apart from the colour, were relatively serious, so it was impossible to miss them. Finally the process ended and the door opened, so Taylor could step out and check himself on the screen.

The audience was cheering loudly and the contestant quickly realised why. He was barely able to recognise himself. The person on the screen no longer looked like a man and, while he still had certain deficiencies of femininity, the sight was certainly hot. The contestant was wearing a tight pink latex catsuit which clung to his hairless skin perfectly. Its tightness was further enhanced by the corset which now also turned pink; so did the heels. Taylor might have lacked feminine curves, but the audience could now finally admire how long and shapely his legs looked. But the part which attracted the most attention was certainly his chest. Double Breast Expansion sounds big, but in his case it was growth from nothing, so he ended up having B-cups. His chest was not too broad though, so the new breasts looked proportionally sized, especially since the tight catsuit was tailored to flaunt them. Even the relatively short hair no longer created the impression of a tomboy. Taylor had never wanted to be that kind of hot, but the image turned him on nevertheless, which reminded him of the fourth, ‘hidden’ transformation. There was a sizable bulge at his crotch, hidden under latex, but clearly noticeable. It was not his large erect penis though, but the outline of his chastity cage. Taylor was becoming aroused and that feeling only increased his discomfort. But… it was an oddly pleasant kind of discomfort. The contestant wanted to be released and allowed to cum, but at the same time he craved to be kept locked, teased and denied.

The applause finally stopped, but the contestant kept admiring himself on the screen. Frank let him do that for a moment, before finally speaking.

“It seems that you like your new self as much as the audience does.”

“I’m… not so sure about it,” Taylor’s hesitation was genuine. He was slowly becoming overwhelmed by all the transformations and new erotic stimuli.

“You had promised us to play with your boobs,” the host said with a devious smile, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy that part even more than the audience.”

Taylor had not exactly promised to do that. He had merely stated the possibility of playing with his tits and not even necessarily during the show. But this was not the court of law and he was not in a mental shape to remember his exact words. Most importantly he actually WANTED to play with his new breasts. Just like every guy Taylor loved boobs and the fact that they were on his own chest was not discouraging at all. Without replying to Frank’s words the contestant raised his hands and gently grabbed his breasts. Even that gesture caused the audience to cheer loudly. But it was not their reaction that encouraged the contestant to continue; his nipples were. They were already erect because of his initial arousal, the soft touch through the latex fabric was enough to send jolts through his body; he needed more! Taylor squeezed his breasts lightly and moaned in pleasure at the sensation. The sound was highly erotic in his new high-pitched feminine voice. His grip became more decisive and soon he was groping his boobs possessively. His girly moans became louder, especially when he started rubbing his nipples through the catsuit. Self-groping naturally made the contestant a lot more aroused, which in turn prompted his penis to become erect. Or at last it tried, because chastity prevented that. The inability to get hard was uncomfortable, but nonetheless HOT, as odd as it may sound. The cock’s tender flesh straining against the cage also turned Taylor on, thus creating a feedback loop. He was quickly learning what it meant to have a love-hate relationship with a chastity fetish.

The contestant played with his breasts for quite a long time; not many women would allow a man to grope their boobs for so long. After the initial cheer the audience went silent, so they could enjoy Taylor’s moans. Eventually the contestant released his breasts and put his arms down; he was rewarded with an enthusiastic cheer.

“Thank you, Taylor,“ Frank said when the audience quieted down, “I told you you’d enjoy it even more than us,” the host grinned.

“You were right,” the contestant replied in a breathless voice, his face flushed with excitement.

“I’m glad to hear your confirmation. Are you ready for the fifth round?”

“No,” Taylor replied with a lustful smile.

“I don’t know what to do now. The contestants are supposed to give an affirmative answer,” Frank said and the audience laughed.

Taylor joined them in laughter, then replied:

“After all those transformations I don’t think I’ll ever be actually ready,” despite his words he managed to somewhat compose himself, “by that I mean fully comprehending the questions and giving correct answers,” it was quite impressive that the horny contestant managed to form such a long sensible sentence. But his bimbo voice took away most of its seriousness.

“That only means you’ll become an even better bimbo!”

The audience cheered at Frank’s remark.

“I’ve had enough already,” the contestant replied, “I hope for lucky answers and even luckier draws. Let’s try Eurovision.”