Final Shots

Emily took a deep breath. She imagined the changes being made to herself. Five random ones from the list of comments she’d gotten. She was nervous. A little scared. But more than anything, she was excited for the change she was about to make to herself.

She shut her eyes and fired, willing herself to recognize the changes and the pithy comments that named them as it happened. And just to throw the audience a bone, as well as satisfy her own curiosity, she ordered a thematic twist on each of the changes as well. Everything went pink as she pulled the trigger, and then it went weird.

Large breast increase

­Pressure built in Emily's chest as it began to grow and expand, her modest breasts pushing against her bra and shirt. They pinched, painfully against the former, and she frantically found herself reaching for the bra to unfasten it. That proved difficult as they kept surging, and the bra quickly snapped and gave way under the pressure. Only then did they stop; as a pair of EEs that dominated her slim frame.

They were just large enough to strain her t-shirt to its limit, which was the twist on the curse. They would be just large enough to barely be contained by anything she wore, regardless of what that was.

Random Attraction

Nothing happened, apart from the words running through her mind. But she knew that as soon as she slept, and every time she slept until the curse ended, she'd be dreaming erotically of another contestant. Or Jake. Or Jake with another contestant. And whoever she dreamed of, she'd spend the next day fantasizing about and trying to please.

What a shame

Emily felt nothing, at least for now. A humiliation fetish had installed itself in her brain, and she knew it. Further, she would only find herself capable of cumming when someone causing the embarrassment gave her permission. Fortunately, she didn’t feel particularly embarrassed about anything at the moment. Or for a few seconds, anyway.

Godiva

The tight shirt was suddenly no longer an issue. It vanished, along with everything else she was wearing, including the tattered remnants of the bra. She was innately aware that she could no longer wear clothes at all. To protect her modesty, or at least something that resembled it, her hair exploded into a perfectly styled, gold and pink tidal wave that fell all the way to the top of her thighs. It draped over her breasts, pooled around her ass, and fell over her legs to cover her pussy.

"Oh my god..." She moaned, now enraptured by the changes taking place to her body and mind. She was stroking herself now, though that quickly proved to be an exercise in futility; her new curses ensured that could only stimulate rather than please, but the idea of being laid bare in front of an entire audience made her unspeakably horny.

Aura of Doormat

It was another situational change; one she couldn't feel yet, but would soon feel constantly. Anyone near her involved in the game (which, though she didn't yet know it, was everyone in the hotel) would now be compelled to acts of bossiness around her. They'd give her small orders, and be compelled to take a dominant position over her. They'd even find doing it appealing, sexually and otherwise.

She laid back breathing. In the space of a few seconds she'd gone from a normal girl with a submission kink to a permanently nude, humiliation fetishist with huge tits, stuck fantasizing about and getting bossed around by everyone around her. And as a cherry on top, Jake would get to pick one to keep. Brownie points for the audience, brownie points for the 'master'.

Emily had become a whole new woman; an utter footstool for the show, its audience, and its other players. And she loved it. In fact, she couldn't decide which of the changes thrilled her most. She collapsed on her bed, desperately aroused and utterly unable to hide it. Were cameras watching her like this? She found she no longer cared.

"Woah..." A voice called out in the room. "What happened to you?"

Emily jumped, looking up to see Hannah standing in the doorway in a pretty summer dress that accentuated her pear shaped form.

She gulped, suddenly acutely aware of both her nudity and how obvious it made her current state of arousal.

“I uh…the challenge,” She stammered.

Hannah entered, tossing her bag onto a sofa. She was wearing sunglasses, but Emily could feel the other woman’s eyes on her in spite of them.

“You look incredible, but what did you do to yourself?”

“Uhm…I sort of crowd sourced my changes,” Emily said, blushing furiously.

She moved to pull herself under the covers, but Hannah lifted a hand.

“You don’t have to hide under those. I’ve seen naked girls before.”

“Is that a request, or…” Emily asked shyly.

Hannah gave her an irritated wave of her hand and sat on her bed.

“Only if you want it to be.”

Emily pulled the blanket up to her naked chest anyway. Now that she was closer, Emily could see that Hannah was pretty turned on too. Probably by Emily herself, if she were any sort of judge. There was something else, too. She seemed to be doing a very thorough inspection of the floor in front of her bed.

“Are you feeling okay?” Emily asked her.

Hannah looked up at her as though she’d forgotten she was there, and nodded.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” She said, though Emily could clearly tell she wasn’t.

She also suspected she knew why.

“So how did your contest thingy go?” She asked.

Hannah shrugged.

“Who knows? I went out and transformed a bunch of strangers,” She said. “I have no idea what anyone else is doing for this, so I just kinda winged it.”

Emily bit her lip and turned to her, curiously.

“Strangers? What did you do?”

Hannah gave her an uncomfortable look, then sighed.

“Well, I guess you’re going to find out sooner or later anyway,” She said, and began to tell her.

*****

The dog walker that was her first victim (and though she had no way of knowing it, the first in the round) weighed on Hannah as she went about the rest of her challenge. It had been hot. It had been horrible. Those conflicting instincts wrestled in her thoughts as she tried to look for her next two targets; balancing that dark new voice in her mind with her more basic humanity.

And so she wandered the park. It was an enormous space; one that dwarfed Central Park both in its size, variety and its open endedness. Even crowded with tourists as it was, there was just so much room for everyone. But then again, everything in California had always struck Hannah as being open and free, compared to the generations of human build up that was New York.

She finally found her first truly tempting opportunity on the path up to the San Diego Zoo. There, a woman and a girl were bickering. The girl couldn’t have been more than 16 or 17. She had a warm, bronzy skin tone with long legs, full lips and dark, perfectly straight hair she’d tied into a twin pair of braids that hung over each shoulder. The woman was handsome. She’d never thought of that adjective to describe a woman, but it fit her; tall and full breasted with a face similar to the girls. It didn’t take a genius to see that they were related. They were both dressed nicely, the girl in a trendy top and strategically torn denim shorts, the woman in a classy blouse and a long skirt that clung to her hips.

“But Mom, we only come here once a year!” The girl complained. “I want to see the zoo! You know how much I love animals.”

“And you’ve seen animals,” Her mother objected. “In places that don’t cost $65 a head to enter.”

This had some potential. Hannah looked around. The path was fairly isolated. She hung back, pretending to study the map that marked their location.

“I know it’s expensive,” The daughter said, looking a little abashed. “But I hear it’s totally worth it. I’d be happy to pay you back some of it.”

“With what?” Her mother asked. “You’ve never held down a job. Even when I helped get you that internship. I wish you’d take more responsibility for things like money.”

“And I wish you could loosen up and enjoy yourself once and a while!”

Well if that wasn’t an invitation, Hannah didn’t know what was. She moved to the other side of the sign, crouching slightly. She peaked around the corner at the two and, when she was sure she could duck back out of sight, fired a single beam at the daughter. It struck her mid thigh.

She would switch bodies with her mother, and the two would be **** to live one another’s lives and experience the pressures they each had to live under. They’d need to communicate in order to successfully pull off the Freaky Friday switch they were undergoing. And in true movie fashion, they’d only switch back once they’d come to understand one another.

Both the mother and daughter looked confused for a moment, then broke into hysterics as they began to understand what had just happened to them. But Hannah didn’t stick around to watch. Time was drawing down, and she still had one more shot to use.

But she’d only just moved out of cover when a sharp, authoritative voice spoke up behind her.

“Hands up and turn around slowly.”

Hannah winced, but did as she was bid, slowly turning around to face a police officer. She was about Hannah’s height, and blonde, with sunglasses and a hat that made her exact features hard to point out.

“You wanna tell me what you just did to that girl over there?” The officer asked.

“I shot her with a magical laser pistol that switched her and her mother’s bodies.” Hannah admitted frankly.

The reaction was exactly what she’d hoped. The absurdist statement left the offer more puzzled than alarmed, and it gave Hannah just enough time to act. She tightened her grip on the gun. The officer went for her own service weapon, but with the time slowing effect, Hannah beat her to the punch.

She willed for the officer to forget about Hannah and what she’d said. But that wouldn’t be enough for her contest entry. She also decided that the woman should be a great deal more attractive, and that her uniform always look more like a tacky stripper’s version than its current one. Then she had a spark of inspiration, added one final twist, and fired.

The woman before her rapidly began to transform. The pants of her uniform shrank against her legs, then into a pair of hotpants. They revealed lengthening, shapely, well toned legs with stylized boots that came all the way up to her knees. Her butt grew out into an appealing heart shape whose bottom curve was visible beneath the tiny shorts. Her shirt retained most of its form, but shrank considerably, and was worn tie-top style around a large pair of DD breasts that Hannah was sure she didn’t possess just a minute ago. Her hair exploded out beneath the hat, and Hannah was fairly sure that if it were freed, it would drape nearly down to her ass. It had gone from sandy to platinum. Her lips were now puffy, and makeup impeccable.

She looked to all the world like a stripper dressed like an officer. But Hannah’s final change would be the one with really broad reaching implications. Any time this officer put on her uniform, it would change in a similar way, which she and everyone else would treat as a perfectly acceptable phenomenon. Furthermore, any other officer she interacted with from her department would undergo a similar transformation, becoming a hot, sexily dressed version of themselves with all the same curses. Hannah wondered how long it would take for the San Diego PD to be the hottest in the world.

The thought of an entire major city’s police department turning into a bunch of scantily clad hotties was enough to get Hannah going all over again. But it was, like her other two changes, one she wouldn’t see the full consequences of. That was at once a relief and a bit disappointing, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it.

She activated her watch, and in a few seconds, was back on the island again.

*****

“So that’s how I used my shots,” She said. “I’m kinda jealous of your idea. I bet the audience loves that they got to pick for someone.”

“I hope so,” Emily agreed. “It’s the best shot that I could think to take.”

Hannah studied her.

“It wasn’t just about that, though, was it?”

Emily both blushed in humiliation and felt a dizzying spell of arousal at the same time. She shook her head. She wanted to lie, but she was so turned on that she could barely think.

“Can I…go to the bathroom?” She asked. “And…y’know.”

Hannah arched her eyebrow.

“I don’t,” She said. “Care to spell it out for me?”

“Cum. I can’t do it without permission. It’s one of the thingies I just hit myself with.”

It was all she could do to get the words out. Even asking about this was humiliating.

Hannah watched, and Emily could tell just by her posture that she was just as aroused by all this as she was.

“No,” Hannah said. “But you can do it right here.”

It was cruel, but Emily was far too aroused to care. Leaning back, she began to finger herself, but had barely even grazed her own clit before she was gasping in relief. Her whole body rocked with the pent up tension, and she fell backward in a limp mess. Her breasts flopped freely, but the bliss was all she could think about for a moment.

“Why did I just do that?” Hannah asked. “Why did I make you do that? I’m not even…y’know, into that sort of thing.”

You weren’t, Emily thought dully, Now though…

“Not your fault…” She said aloud. “One of those curses makes people wanna do that. Makes them wanna order me around and stuff.”

“Jesus…you really did a number on yourself, huh?”

“I know…definitely went a little overboard.” Emily agreed.

“Yeah, that seems to be going around,” Hannah said, then sighed. “Me too. I’ll admit it. I am the one that went out and transformed a bunch of strangers just because I could.”

Emily turned to face her, but she was staring off toward the sea.

“Uhm…well, you had to do something, right?” She said. “Don’t beat yourself up too much for trying to win.”

Hannah shook her head.

“This show’s changing me. All of us, probably,” She said. “It’s scary.”

Emily bit her lip, then sat up, reached across the space between their beds and put a hand on Hannah’s.

“You’re not going through it alone, you know,” She said. “We’re all in the same boat, and if you need to talk…well, I’m sure I’m not your first candidate, but that doesn’t mean the door isn’t open.”

“Thanks,” Hannah said, removing her hand. “But I’m alright.”

It had sounded lame even to Emily’s own ears; so much empty comfort in light of what they were facing. But suddenly, a thought did occur to her.

“By the way…” She said, “I know this is probably like, the farthest thing from your mind or whatever, but I was snooping around on Jake’s Spotify and I found your podcast. I thought it was really cool. I actually had Jake help me set up a retirement fund because of your advice.”

Hannah’s head snapped up. She stared at Emily for a long moment.

“You listened to my home and finance podcast.”

Emily nodded.

“I totally redid my living room off of what you said about drapes too,” She said. “They’re like, a centerpiece now.”

Hannah gave her another searching look, the scoffed and shook her head.

“Goddamnit. You’re really hard to hate, you know that?” She said. “I want to, but…fuck it. I can see why Jake likes you.”

“Thanks,” Emily said, tucking an incredibly long strand of hair behind her ear. The act exposed her chest, but by this point, Hannah had already gotten more than an eyeful. “I…”

She was cut off by the room’s telephone, which began to ring. It was so loud it was hard to think about anything else.

“Jesus,” Hannah winced, walking over to it to answer with an impatient. “Hello?”

Emily watched her listen for a moment, clutching the blanket back up to her chest.

“Oh? Alright. We’ll get headed that way.”

She hung up the phone.

“That was the Mistress of Ceremony. Looks like we’re being summoned to the pool again.”

“Oh?” Emily asked, suddenly dreading the thought of appearing before all of them like this, and what that was inevitably going to do to her. “What for?”

“End of the round,” She said. “Apparently we’re only waiting on one of us now, and she’s about to get teleported back whether she’s finished or not.”

“Oh. Gosh, has it been four hours already?” Emily asked. “I wonder who’s left?”

Hannah snorted a laugh.

“Who do you think?”

*****

Lindsey was in a shitty mood. Her talk with Ryan had gone bad, and the fares she’d gotten after it had been worse. She got a few of the judgemental types, like her first rider, but didn’t bother transforming them. Nobody likes a rerun.

The problem was that all her subsequent fairs were just boring. Nobody did more than eye her dirtily, and her look made it extremely difficult to actually engage in any conversation. Now she had two shots left, she was running out of time, and she’d had to stop to jill herself so much that she was starting to get kind of sore.

*Fuck it. I’ll take like, two more and then call it a day.*

She would only have to take one.

As she rounded 5th avenue, she got another ride and drove to the destination to find a couple waiting on the curbside. They were talking so excitedly that it took a moment for them to notice she’d pulled up.

The pair both looked about her own age. The girl was slender with dark hair and a cute, navy polka dot dress and wide hips. The boy was a handsome brunette with thick, but messy hair, a tall, somewhat gangly build and striking green eyes.

As they spotted her, the girl pointed excitedly, then half dragged the boy to it as he poked around at his phone. He finally shoved it into his pocket before following her in, pinching her butt as he did. She giggled and slapped his hand away, but made it very clear her heart wasn’t really in the gesture.

“Are you Benny?” Lindsey asked.

“Yup. Are you Lindsey?”

“Last I checked. May I ask who my second passenger is?”

Benny put a hand on his partner’s thigh.

“This is my lovely girlfriend, Rinoa.”

“Excuse me, sir!” The girl countered with feigned indignation. “I’m your lovely *wife* Rinoa!”

Benny brought a hand to his forehead.

“I’m sorry. Damn is that going to take some getting used to.”

Lindsey smiled. They were perfect. She pulled the car into traffic. It was a ride with two stops, the first being a pizza place, the second a hotel.

“Newlyweds, I take it?” Lindsey asked.

Rinoa nodded vigorously, and held up a hand to show off the gold ring on it.

“Just last weekend,” She said. “It kinda surprised everyone. We sort of skipped the engagement part.”

“Fuck it,” Benny said. “I’ve been dating you since high school. They had to have guessed it was gonna happen.”

“I suppose. That didn’t seem to make the folks very pleased with it.”

Benny was dismissive.

“Eh, they like me. They’ll come around.”

Lindsey smiled. She liked them already.

“So is this a honeymoon I’m witnessing? You two here from out of town?”

“Half right,” Benny confirmed. “We are on a honeymoon, but we’re from town.”

“We couldn’t really afford to go anywhere,” Rinoa chimed in. “But we thought it’d be cute to spend the week sightseeing like we were tourists or something.”

“You thought it would be cute,” He said. “I’m just looking forward to pizza and the hotel room.”

Rinoa slapped his shin.

“Benny!” She whined. “Can you pretend we’re in polite company for a change?”

“C’mon?” He said, raising a hand toward Lindsey. “You think she’s the type who minds?”

“Rude!” Lindsey teased. “I mean, I’m not. Like, even a little. But hey, dude, asses and umptions.”

“I’m so sorry,” Rinoa said in mock exasperation. “I do my best to civilize him, but everyone has their limits.”

“Eh. You’re fine,” Lindsey said. “Tell you the truth, I could use a little civilizing myself.”

“How about you? What do you do?” Benny asked.

“Oh, you know. Student. Gig economy ****. Reality TV star. The usual,” Lindsey said.

“Oh yeah? What show were you on?” Rinoa asked.

“You’ve…probably never heard of it.”

Mercifully, they were pulling up to the first stop before she was **** to elaborate. Benny checked his phone.

“And they’re ready just before we pulled up. Am I a wizard, or what?” He asked.

“Alright. I’ll give you this one,” Rinoa agreed, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

“I shall return with tonight’s pret-a-porter,” He said.

Rinoa sighed.

“You speak three languages. How are none of them French?”

“Esprit de l'escalier, mademoiselle!" Benny countered as he stepped out of the car, then said something else in French as he shut the door and walked toward the restaurant.

“That…absolutely does not mean whatever he thought it did,” Rinoa said.

Lindsey looked in her rear view mirror to see her shaking her head, but the smile on her face was unmistakable.

“You two are pretty cute. How long you been together?”

“Since I was 16 and he was 17. So…six years, now,” Rinoa said.

“Good for you,” Lindsey said, and meant it. “Just felt like the right time to commit?”

Rinoa nodded.

“We don’t have anything to our name, really. I only just graduated last spring and he’s starting at his first job,” She said. “But I love the big, cute idiot. It’s kinda stupid and reckless to do this now, but I just can’t ever see myself with anyone else.”

She looked up and met Lindsey’s eyes in the mirror.

“You know what I mean?”

She sounded like she wanted reassurance, but Lindsey couldn’t honestly give it to her.

“Nah. I don’t,” She said. “But fuck it. I’m happy for you two.”

More than happy. She wasn’t exactly the type to get all gushy about this kind of thing, but she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

“Listen, I'm not real into the whole settle down and marry thing," Lindsey said. " But I’m going to give you a little wedding gift, anyway."

Rinoa cocked her head, curious. She didn’t even see the barren of the gun pointing around the seat before Lindsey pulled the trigger. When the pink glow subsided, she blinked in confusion.

“What just happened?” She asked.

“I transformed you. Don’t ask,” Lindsey said. “Basically when you and your new hubby start to get intimate tonight, you’re going to turn into a genie for him.”

“A…genie? What are you talking about?” Rinoa asked.

“A genie. Like the kind that grants wishes. He’ll get three,” Lindsey explained. “Then when that’s over, he’ll turn into one for you, and you’ll get three. Then you’ll go back to normal.”

“Wishes? I’m sorry, do you have any idea how crazy you sound?”

“More than you could possibly know,” She said with a sigh. “But you believe me anyway.”

Rinoa blinked.

“Oh my god. I really do,” She said. “Why do I believe you?”

“Because I’m transforming you,” Lindsey said with a sigh. “Sweetie, if you keep making me repeat myself, I’ll never get through the rules before Benny gets back.”

“What happens when Benny gets back?”

“You forget this conversation ever happened, least until it’s time.” Lindsey said. “Trust me, it’ll be way more fun when it surprises you.”

“I…how does this work?” Her passenger stammered.

Good question. Important question. This whole thing had been more of an impulse than a plan, really.

“So let’s say you get one wish that you absolutely want, and he gets one he does. You can take more than that if you wanna, but we’ll set that as a baseline,” She said. “Oh, and you can only wish for stuff about each other and your lives. No…IDK, changing the world or whatever.”

“But…what if he wishes something bad? What if he…Gosh, this sounds so intimidating.”

Lindsey shrugged. It yanked her nipple chain against the seatbelt, which made her shudder as her tits swelled again.

“Think of it as a combination,” She said with a groan. “You're starting your marriage with a lotto ticket, but you've gotta do a trust fall to get it.”

Rinoa opened her mouth to say something, but Lindsey held up a hand and made some noises to shush her.

“Here he comes. Trust me, it’ll be great!"

The car door opened as Rinoa’s gaze went glassy and distant.

“Lyin’ bastards,” He grumbled as he maneuvered his body and an oversized pizza box back into the car. “They said it was ready but then I had to wait ten minutes. I’m really sorry, ma’am.”

“Eh, no worries,” Lindsey said, checking the clock. “You guys are my last ride today anyway. And I enjoyed talking to your old lad, here.”

“Oh yeah?” Benny said with a smile. “What’d you two talk about?”

It seemed to take Rinoa a second to collect her mind again. Lindsey almost felt bad about that, but she knew it would be for the best for the couple to discover all this on their own rather than freaking out on the way to their hotel.

“Helloooo….earth to Riri.”

‘Riri’ finally blinked back to awareness then, and suddenly looked cross.

“I hate when you call me that!”

Yeah. They were gonna be alright.

After dropping the couple off, she stowed the car off a side street near the hotel. She was reasonably sure the car wouldn’t get towed here. As she made her way around the building, she checked her watch. She’d made it with only 10 minutes to spare.

Then she caught a whiff of cigarette smoke. She turned to find a pair of hotel maids on their smoke break; one a pretty young Hispanic girl, the other an older, heavy set woman.

“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The latter said to her in an accent Lindsey thought might be Polish. “What are you, some kind of hooker or something?”

And welcome to the game, contestant number three! She thought.

“Hey. What have you always wanted to look like?” Lindsey asked. “Like, what’s your dream body look like.”

The woman furrowed her brow.

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?”

Lindsey looked down at her once-again-oversized tits. They were big enough to be straining the chain’s limits again.

“Trust me, I’m planning on it.” She said. “Although this shit needs to end 'cause it's starting to hurt.”

The woman barked a laugh at that.

“You’re funny. I’ll give you that,” She said, taking a drag off her smoke, then looked contemplative. “If I could look like anything, it’d be Julia Roberts. Like Pretty Woman.”

“Done!” Lindsey said, quickdrawing from her purse.

Her last shot struck the woman between the breasts, and a moment later she was replaced by a duplicate of the starlet from her prime. Her uniform had been adjusted to fit her new form, and to show it off more than regulation. Lindsey even made sure that everyone would recognize her in spite of the changes.

The other maid, silent until now, let out a scream while the transformed woman dropped her cigarette and padded her own body down.

“What the fuck?” She said in a new voice, but with the same accent.

Lindsey started to answer. But before she could, the timer went out, and she was whisked back away to the hotel.