Hot Stuff

Becky let out a breath as the voting finished. Though the results were close, she was ultimately stuck with a tie between Girls, Girls, Girls and The Right Place.

She felt the buzz in her head as her perception shifted. She found her eyes drawn to Chrissi's breasts as she moved between cases, fixated on the bouncing breasts, her angelic face and her beautiful tumble of blonde hair. At the same time, she could see an attractive Latina woman in the audience, obviously a bit of a fitness freak, and couldn't help but fantasize about her toned thighs wrapping around her hips. She let out a soft moan just thinking about.

"Having trouble focusing?" Jack asked.

It snapped her out of it.

"I...no!" She lied. It sounded unconvincing even to her.

"Well, good. I imagine this is a pretty dramatic change for a woman who'd always been as straight as an arrow," He said with a shrug. "But on the bright side, you should find your husband's new body more pleasant to look at...along with everyone else in your family."

It confirmed what she'd already suspected, and simply hadn't wanted to think about. She tried to think back to the options, and her tall, strong husband. Suddenly the idea of him wrapping his arms around her young new body seemed decidedly unappealing. But the thought of him stuck as a teenage girl, or a curvy milf sent a guilty flush through her body; both at the thought of what Rob might look like now, and the process by which she'd changed into it.

She wondered what each of them had gotten instead of her.

*****

"Hell yeah!" Rob chirped as she watched her wife stand and declare her defiance and intention to win. "That's my baby."

As strange as it was to hear her father talk like this, particularly in the petite teenage form she was stuck in, Amanda couldn't help but agree. She found herself smiling, too, at the changes being presented, as she was almost certain that she'd end up with Any Way You Want It. It was just too perfectly synergistic with her other changes. And in truth, as much as she hated how much older she'd gotten, she was enjoying her new found empowerment.

But then something happened; a buzz in her mind that signified the change. Somehow, rather than feeling dominant, she knew that she'd become some sort of communal sex toy. Anyone who wanted to do anything with her could simply ask, and she'd be compelled to. It went against her confident, bossy new nature. She was compelled to push other people around, but at the same time, would be a total kitten in the bedroom (or anywhere else someone wanted her, for that matter).

She turned to face Rob, who was looking up at her curious.

"I think I just got the free use thing," Rob stated mildly.

"There's no way. I just got that," Amanda said. "Not a doubt in my mind."

Rob shrugged her small bare shoulder.

"I dunno. I'm pretty sure too," She said. "Maybe we both did."

Amanda thought that over. She supposed it was true. Hadn't Rob gotten two on the last round? She supposed there was no reason why they couldn't have received the same change this time.

"Well...fuck," She swore. "I really hate that."

"It's fine," Rob said. "I already look like kind of a fuck toy. Might as well be one in practice."

The complacency was infuriating.

"Stop being so laid back about all this!" Amanda snapped.

Suddenly, Rob's eyes went wide, and looked a little scared. Amanda immediately felt bad...but felt something else, too.

"No, you're right. What's wrong with me?" Her father-turned-younger-sister asked. Her big brown eyes looked on the verge of tears. "I...we...look at us!"

"Jesus, nevermind! Calm down again!"

And just like that, Rob slipped right back into her 'anything goes' new spirit. That 'something else' Amanda felt became more obvious; a flush of arousal at the way the girl instantly did as she told her to.

"Hmm...looks like Mom wasn't the only one who got a twofer," She said, stroking Rob's hair idly as she sat above her. "It looks like I'm going to get off on bossing people around, and get treated like a public sex toy. I don't know what the hell kind of combo that's supposed to be."

"Sounds like someone wants to mess with you," Rob said, meeting Amanda's gaze over her shoulder. "Did you figure that by telling me what to do just now?"

It was a question that would have embarrassed her before all this. But she was rapidly becoming a different woman now.

"Oh yeah," She admitted. "But I won't **** it, don't worry."

"Sure you will," Rob said with a girlish little giggle, "It's kinda fucked up, but you're totally gonna get used to it."

Amanda thought that over in silence...and decided, with rising arousal, that she was probably right.

*****

Eric held her breath as her Mom's new changes were doled out. Having gained a sense of the sick logic this game seemed to run on, she had a sneaking suspicion about which of the changes she'd gotten.

She looked over to Travis, again to find him looking back at her. She felt mad urge to flirt again; to contort her body so that he could see as much of it as possible. But this time, instead of being interested in teasing for its own sake, she found herself wanting him for much more than just his attention. She suddenly imagined his hands running through her hair, over her breasts; of him pushing her against the bed and letting all of their building tension explode like a bottle rocket until he ravished her.

His eyes met hers. Apparently she'd been staring him down pretty intently. She tore them away.

"You okay there?" He asked her.

"Totally," She said.

But it was a lie and they both knew it. Hell, there was no way he couldn't. With her dress nakedness beneath her tight dress, it was impossible not to notice the way her nipples has stiffened or her hips had tightened. God, she wasn't even fully able to think of herself as a woman, and here she was nearly ready to beg her best friend to take her like one.

Get a-fucking-hold of yourself! She swore internally. She was going to scare him off.

But as Eric settled herself down, she thought about it. Anyway you want it meant that her sexuality would mirror the person she was with. And if she was wanting him this badly...that probably meant he wanted her just as much.

****

Kevin and Lindsey had given up watching the game. She was too busy putting on a show for him. At the moment, she was across the room mixing drinks, something she'd assigned herself to do after he'd informed her of Tifa Lockhart's background as a bartender.

"I'm kinda glad I changed," She said, making moon eyes at him over the bar as she worked. "This is way better than being some teenage thief or whatever."

Suddenly, Kevin felt himself drifting as he watched her. He'd always loved his fiance, but now, in this new form, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He was almost transfixed.

"Whatcha starin at?" Lindsey asked, cocking her hip curiously.

"Just you." He said, sliding out of bed.

He crossed the room to join her, putting his hands on her hips.

"Stoop!" She protested weakly, "I'm trying to act out a bit for you."

But suddenly overwhelmed by her, Kevin wasn't in the mood to wait on a show. Though neither of them knew it, but she'd just become the new standard of beauty of anyone who looked on her.