Pile On

Ali watched in nervous anticipation as the changes rolled in. Eventually, the result was a three way tie at the top.

"Great," She complained. "I guess this means I get three changes instead of just two."

Jack smiled and shook his head.

"Sorry, you get four."

Her eyes widened,"

"What?! How? I'm supposed to get two changes for each round, right? That's a minimum."

"No, you misunderstand. It ensures you have to take two results each round." Jack explained, "And since three results tied, that only counts as a single result."

He shrugged.

"Sorry. I don't make the rules."

She rolled her eyes.

"It's your show, so you literally do. So this means I get...what, exactly?"

"Well, we'll start with If You've Got it. Your legs are great, so you'll be compelled to show them off at all times..."

As he explained this, Ali's jeans began to cut themselves off just below where the pockets ended. The rest melted away, leaving her long, toned legs exposed for the audience by a pair of cutoff denim short shorts.

"Which tied with Form Fitting..."

Now the shorts shrank even further, transforming into a pair of hotpants that were so tight that the audience could make out the exact curvature of her ass. They shrunk against it, too, revealing its bottom swell. At the same time, her t-shirt conformed tightly to her body, losing its sleeves as is rearranged itself into a gray tank top that looked almost painted onto her.

"...and Two Piece."

Now her bra and panties disappeared, along with her shoes and socks, which left her standing barefoot. Modest though her breasts were, it was now impossible not to notice that they were now bra-less, and she blushed as she realized there was nothing she could to about the areolas outlined stiffly against it.

"Okay...so that's the tie. Does that mean? Oh shit..."

Her feet arched up, putting her on her tip toes as though a pair of 4 inch pumps were strapped to them. It was wickedly uncomfortable to stand like this, but try as she might, she couldn't flatten her feet.

"Chrissi, darling," Jack beckoned. "Could you get Ali some help here?"

She giggled and walked offstage, returning with a bright pink, slightly trashy pair of 4 inch pumps.

"Thank you," Ali said.

Wearing them would make her height comparable to that of an NFL wide receiver, though she had the sinking suspicion that some future boxes had plans to rectify that. She was about to step into them, and the supportive relief they represented, when Jack stopped her with a tisking sound.

"I'd be careful about that if I were you." He cautioned.

Ali gave him a puzzled look, and then the horror began to set in.

"You're kidding me. These count as clothing?"

"Only one article for the pair," He said. "But yes. They do."

"Oh! I can like, help and stuff!" Chrissi said, bouncing offstage again.

She returned with a white cotton romper whose bottom looked no less revealing than her current shorts.

"You can like, change into this! We'll even turn the lights off and stuff!"

Ali sighed and took it. The light on her abruptly switched off, leaving her shrouded in darkness. Squirming out of the shorts with some difficulty, she tossed them and eventually the top aside before carefully zipping herself in the romper, uncomfortably aware that she was undressing in front of a studio audience, even if they could barely see her.

When the light turned back on again, it revealed her in a skin tight romper that flattened against every curve of her body. The heels accentuated her legs, and made her ass pop. And the tight, light fabric betrayed something else about the unlucky contestant; both in the way it clung to her stiff nipples and sat snug and wet against her lower lips. She was very, very horny.

Jack's eyebrow cocked at this.

"Enjoying herself?"

"No," Ali grumbled miserably. "This is embarrassing as fuck."

But the flush she wore clearly wasn't all humiliation, and they both knew it.

"Okay, fine! You know I fantasize about this stuff. Doesn't mean I wanted it to actually happen..."

Jack smiled.

"Well happening it is. And if you'd be so kind as to open box number 3..."

Ali nodded, then chose. It was a bimbo box, this one displaying the outline of the brain that represented intelligence changes. The options began to reveal themselves.

1. Prettiot - When it comes to things that make her pretty or show her off, Ali will be a savant, and capable of just about anything. Outside of that, she'll be a complete idiot.
2. Ignorance is Bliss - Ali will be pretty stupid following this change, but will be too bubbly and happy to care much.
3. Groupthink - With this change, Ali will actually radiate stupidity. Any woman in her immediate vicinity will gradually become dumber, to a random extent and for a random duration.
4. Four Eyes - Glasses won't just make Ali look smart. She'll be highly intelligent when she wears them and dumb again when she doesn't. Like her heels, though, they do count against her clothing limit.
5. Eye Candy - The obligatory **** change. This one will reduce Ali's intelligence so much that she won't be good for much more than fucking and looking pretty.

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Ali looked dismayed. Most times, a contestant had at least a few options that allowed them to keep their intellects, even when drawing the intelligence box. She might be able to if she'd caught only one change, but two? Not possible. Four eyes was potentially promising, but if it counted against her clothing limit, she'd have to choose between walking, thinking and decency.

"How are you feeling?" Jack asked her with one of his irritating grins.

"Well..." She admitted reluctantly, "At least, whatever happens, it'll be hot."

"That's the spirit! Now, let's see those results."