She heads into another disaster.

Phuong felt flushed. She really, desperately needed to fuck, but something told her that she shouldn't give in to those urges. Not as long as she was right here on stage. She didn't know where that knowledge came from, only that it was there. It had something to do with... before.

She listened to the nice music that declared the end of the sixth round. She barely had understood any of the questions. Yada, yada, something, something. Phuong had randomly pointed at answers, and, strangely, had gotten one answer right. That was... okay? Probably.

So she had to draw four more cards. She remembered that part of the game. And after that - final round. The round where she could transform her points into money. What she was here for. There was something she had planned to do with that money but she couldn't really remember. It didn't matter anyway, right? Money was money. Money was good. Almost as good as getting fucked.

"Well, Phuong, it looks as if Greek philosophers weren't exactly your cup of tea. But, still - you have collected 540,000 points from those six rounds. Quite a nice sum of money. Let's draw your last four transformation cards and then we'll see how you fare in the final!"

"Thank you, Frank!" Phuong replied in her thick Asian accent. "Me still so horny!" She absend mindedly sucked her middle finger. Frank smiled. "You're sure you don't wanna suck my cock?"

Phuong frowned. She wanted to. But somehow she knew that she shouldn't.

"Yes want but not do!" she tried to explain.

"Alright, your loss. Draw your cards!" Frank seemed genuinly confused and almost annoyed that she didn't react to his invitation. She bit her lips and reached for the cards.

DOUBLE HAIR EXTENSION.

Long hair. Nice, she thought.

SEMEN ADDICTION.

The audience reacted with joy and lewd approval. Phuong frowned again. That sounded... dangerous. But then again, actually not. She liked sex anyway, right?

"This one has developed into quite a fan favorite," Frank explained, looking into the camera. "Phuong here will just love the taste of cum. Which, of course, will turn her into an expert cock sucker - always eager to get more!"

"No time now!" countered Phoung. "Must win money first!"

More laughter from the crowd. Phuong drew another card.

SLUTIFICATION.

"Ah, how nice," commented Frank. "Phuong's clothes will become even more daring and slutty..." He talked as if she wasn't even in the room anymore, Phuong thought. Somehow he had talked differently before... before... something. Something had happened. Ah, well, it didn't matter.

SUBMISSIVENESS.

For a moment, the audience went silent. As if something really important had just happened. Phuong felt it, too. And there also was this weird feeling in her belly, just looking at that word.

"No, me not want. I change card," she exclaimed. Frank reacted with astonishment. For a moment, he seemed to loose his self control - then the moderator caught himself and his wolfish smile was back.

"But Phuong - do you even know what that word means?"

There was murmur and whispering from the crowd. Everybody in the room seemed excited and tense at the same time - not knowing what to expect from the turn of events.

"No. Do not know. But I know that is evil word. Want to change."

And somehow this was exactly what she knew. This was the word she had sacrificed a lot to avoid. This was the word that was responsible for how she talked, and for how her brain felt somehow fluffy and fuzzy. And given the rather grumpy reaction from Frank, it was exactly the right decision. He _wanted _her to take that card. There might be things Phuong did not understand and words that were too complicated - but this she knew. She felt it. She could read his reaction.

"Alright. Draw two other cards instead. Remember, you won't be able to change those..."

She took two more cards.

GOLDEN HAIR.

Some people in the crowd whisteled, but most seemed disappointed with that alternative.

PRETTY IN PINK.

"Like any decent bimbo," Frank explained into the camera, "Phuong here will love pink colours and not dare to dress anything else anymore - maybe except for some black fishnets, of course."

Phuong shrugged. People in the audience chuckled. But it didn't matter. She had avoided the evil word. And she was about to cash in on the money. Frank rose from his seat to guide her to the transformation chamber, but he didn't need to **** her. She knew that this was part of the rules, part of the game. She didn't fear any of the transformations.

The doors closed. Phuong cocked her head. The buzzing started. Her hair grew. The bun on her head became big and heavy. There was no mirror here but she could feel it.

The following buzz didn't change anything - except for her suddenly having a vision of delicious cum being pumped into her mouth. She was still horny, she remembered. Very much so. It was time to end this. Maybe there were some men in the audience she could suck off...

The nex buzz visibly changed her clothes. Her skirt shrank back even further until it barely covered her ass. She suddenly wore fishnet stockings - which left the whole area around her pussy as open as they exposed her buttocks. Her top also decreased into a piece of clothes that didn't even covered half of her impressive boobs - and left most of her arms and shoulders free. The bra underneath seemed almost transparent.

One more buzz. She reached for her hair to convince herself that it had turned completely blond. She was as fair-haired as a Scandinavian girl. A quick look into her now very easily accessible panties confirmed that this was the case for all of her body hair - probably including her eye brows.

And the last buzz. The colour of her clothes changed. Where had worn a rather modest dark red and deep dark violet before, she now spotted her microskirt in a light pink, her top in a flashy magenta and her bra and panties in another shade of darker pink. Her high heels had taken on the flamoyant shade of a barbie pink colour. It looked very pretty. Her whole outfit was downright stunning.

She walked outside the chamber to the roaring applause of the audience, smiling and waving at them, and showing off a little. Why not? She even shook her boobs for everyone to see. Then she teetered over to her seat, fanning herself some air.

"Whee, hot here, me still so horny!"

"You look stunning, little slut!" Frank beamed.

She smiled.

"Why don't you get down on your knees and suck me off?"

It did sound enticing. And she really wanted his cum. But there was something... something that told her...

"No, must win money first," she replied. And then, with a quizzical look at his pants. "Although I see you have big cock. Very nice cock."

The audience exploded with laughter and Frank's cheeks turned a shade of deep red - apparently from being rejected. Once more, he almost lost his temper and glared at her, furiously.

Phuong sat down. "Money first," she insisted. The moderator's face showed all kinds of emotion and finally settled on malicious expectation.

"Very well," Frank said. "Let's do this. If you're so eager to get your last cards... I can wait."

He cast her a glance that seemed full of hate and the lust to humiliate her...