Tamed, Friends, Wives, and Mothers

The four victims of Today's challenge kneeled on stage like a headsman was about to come their way and do his business. A sea of uneasiness rocked everyone present. From the host, to the contestants. Each had a reason for dread, though no more so than the losers of this week's challenge. The winners had been herded back into the audience, so they could see the ill fates of those they had defeated.

"First things first." Skylar smiled, as the polls all came rolling in. "Cleopatra, you're sticking around! What can I say? The audience loves a pervert."

Zheng pulled out her sword, and immediately dropped to the ground, and was dragged over with the other losers. "Sooooo not in the mood for that." Skylar huffed. "Before we get started let's go ahead and put Zheng's Eliminations up on the board for the audience."

Avarice Eliminations

Black Tar: Like many a fool who've pursued wealth heedless of others, Zheng's soul and body have been reduced to nothing else but a ruinous black tar. With concentration, Zheng can maintain a normal human appearance, but lust or excitement causes her to melt into her gooey form. She can enter into the bodies of others and control them for a brief time, or infect others with dark, corrupt desires should she wish. (Corruption)

Bronze Statue: When Zheng wakes up in the morning, she’ll go to her master or a fellow **** and ask for them to pose her. Once posed, she’ll become completely frozen in place and will not be able to move except at her master’s command. She will remain posed this way until bedtime, with an hour break during lunch and the evening. Being a statue will be a desirable and erotic state for Zheng, who will beg for it if not posed for a few days. (Golden Girl)

Pauper Goblin: Consumed by Avarice but forever destitute, Zheng will be transformed into a little green goblin. In this form, she’ll be a busty little cretin who lusts after the wealth of others. Tragically it’ll be forever out of her reach. She’ll only be able to wear clothing discarded by other slaves, and eat their table scraps. (Rich Bitch)

Sea Monster: What does a Whirlpool and A bimbo have in common? As a creature of the Sea Zheng will be most comfortable and horny when immersed in water, and will only be able to spend a few hours away from water before she becomes **** to wet her skin. Her hair will be replaced with a mass of tentacles, which are eager to please whoever it is she desires at the moment. (Pirate Captain)

"Well those suck!" Zheng called out from her spot.

"Oh come on! You said yourself you wanted to be a sea monster."

"Hmph." Zheng looked away, already seeing the votes for her fate, coming in.

"Now let's get things started." Skylar walked to the cutie pie Marie, and kneeled down to her. "Yours was a landslide victory, sweetie, and I'm very interested in it. It's kind of the only one that doesn't promise sex to the audience. At first I thought it's because your others were so weird, but stuffed animal got most of the rest of the votes, so that's not it. Maybe the audience just loves Erica so much that they want yet another person on her side? Who can tell?"

Marie scowled. "You are going to make me a loser?"

Skylar smiled. "At least it's not your head this time baby girl." Skylar looked at the camera a gleam in her eye. "Check this one out gang." She winked, then snapped her fingers.

Erica

Avatar of Joan of Arc

"I can't believe you guys brought Marie on this show to compete against me, it's sick you know that?"

"How do you know Marie?"

"Oh, we've been friends since forever, we met in kindergarten."

"That's sweet, can you tell us a little bit about her?"

"Oh, I love her, she's so much fun, but... I shouldn't say this... she's such a loser. Why did I say that? That was so mean!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"She just lives off her rich Dad, and doesn't do anything. She didn't even graduate high school. She just dropped out and smoked weed all day... I mean she was really nice for rooming with me in college, but I did all the work around her house. She just laid on the couch in her underwear, watching T.V. Then I'd come in from school, and I'd either have to clean up after her, or she'd drag me to some party so we'd get wasted. How you guys ever thought she'd win this is beyond me."

On stage was a pretty young woman, her blond hair was pinned in a messy bun with a big clip. She was crisscrossed on stage in an oversized t-shirt, soccer shorts, crew socks, and a pair of Birkenstocks. She had a joint dangling from her lips, and was tapping away at her phone. A fire coat of hair coated her exposed legs, and her shirt was wrinkled and stained.

"Marie darling, we're done with you."

The blonde looked up from her phone. "What?"

"You can have a seat in the audience, you're done."

"Whatever." She spindly girl got to her feet with a sigh. "How much longer is this? I'm horny as hell, and matched with like three guys." She waved her phone about.

"Just a little bit longer," Skylar said patiently. "Go sit with Erica."

"Fine." The girl slunk off stage, and collapsed in the seat next to Erica. Our gothic girl twitched her nose at the familiar stink of weed and unwashed sweat she came to associate with her best friend. "This show freakin' sucks."

"You're telling me. At least you got off without getting transformed."

"I wish I got off." Marie giggled and handed her joint to Erica.

"No." Erica hissed, pushing the thing away.

"Come on, you look tense." Marie insisted. "You earned it, you won baby."

"Yeah cause you were such fierce competition."

"Ouch." Marie giggled, and took a hit, before handing it back to Erica. "Come on."

"Whatever." Erica caved, and took a big ol inhale, before coughing her lungs out.

Marie burst into hysterics!

"Man that's bad. It's like you're smoking grass clippings."

Marie laughed and rested her head on Erica's shoulder. "Once it kicks in, it all goes down smooth."

Erica reluctantly took another hit, and held down her body's rejection of the junk. "Can't believe you got wrapped up into this."

Back up on stage, Skylar was tabulating the next set of votes. She frowned. "There seems to be some kind of a mistake... It looks like most of you voted for making Atossa a cougar, and almost no one voted for making her a milky booby demon." She laughed. "That doesn't make any sense, that's so obviously the right choice. Here let me show you." She snapped her fingers.

Atossa stood naked before the crowd. Her breasts began to swell and sag against her chest, against her dark skin angry purple veins began to pulse and thicken within her tits. They sloshed noticeably as milk began to fill them up like balloons, both her nipples thicked and lengthed until they were about the size of thumbs, each crowned with a perfect drop of milk.

Then beneath herpair of breasts a second grew, and sloshed, and then a third, until six breasts weighed her body down. This was followed by her stomach inflating into a taut round drum, as it expanded into a very pregnant-looking dome, accented by stretch marks and veins, her bottom set of breasts rested on this stomach for support. The poor queen moaned, and rubbed her full-feeling stomach, and also her aching breasts. "Oooh." She moaned miserably. "I feel so bloated and achie."

Skylar had a blush like a chemical burn. "Isn't she perfect?" She gasped and dropped to her knees. "This is what you guys all really wanted, I don't know why our counters would lie like that." She nuzzled her face into the nape of Atossa's neck, and her hand began to rub her taught belly. "It's okay Mommy, we can help you." Skylar latched onto one of Atossa's nipples (She was spoiled for choice) and began to drain it dry. Another hand reached up, and grabbed a nipple, and began to squeeze and milk that teat as well. Jets of white milk shot across the stage, and Atossa moaned in a way that was almost a moo.

The audience began to boo and hiss Skylar, and she slurped away at the queen's tits. "We want a cougar! We want a cougar!" They chanted.

Skylar glared at them all. "I still get a veto!"

"Booooo!"

Skylar gasped. A boo? Her? She's never experienced anything so painful in all her life. She'd... displeased the audience!

This immediately brought her out of her milk-fueled revelry. "I'm... I'm sorry! I'll change her, I'm sorry! I'll fix this."

"Ooooh." Atossa moaned, squuezing the milk out of a middle teat. "Don't stop, please I feel so full. I need to be milked."

Skylar bit her lip. "I'm being tested." She closed her eyes and snapped her finger, not having the hear to watch this perfect vision of a woman vanish before her eyes.

Atossa was returned to her normal naked state. Happily, she rubbed her barren stomach. "That was awful."

"I know."Skylar nodded. She snapped her fingers again and induced Atossa's true transformation. "The audience has Chosen The sands of time, our Cougar options, rawr."

Hailing from the Hourglass branch of transformations, she body developed that telltale shape. Her waist cinched to an incredibly tight little stem, while her ass ballooned out into two large, perfect cheeks, her tits did the same blowing up into perfect round spheres each the size of her head. Then her long dark hair began to grey, and shorten into a shorter more refined-looking style for an older woman. This was helped along by the crows feet that extended from her eyes, and smile lines around her mouth. Age was really a meaningless thing to a woman as radiant as Atossa, and like a fine wine her added years only served to make her look refined, regal, almost intimidating, a beauty that simply would not fade, only shift into a new phase of its existence.

Which would have been no punishment at all.

Pants appeared on her legs, so tight they looked painted on, these pink hotpants were made of latex, and left nothing to the imagination, worse yet, they were too tight, and the tops of her perfect ass cheeks poked out of the top, revealed a leopard print thong, that was absolutely being devoured by her ass, and cunt if her cameltoe was anything to go by.

Her massive tits were likewise bound in by a too small wrap-around bra that sent tit-flesh bulging upwards and downwards, giving her cleavage on either side. This may have gone unseen if she wore a shirt, but she'd opted not to. Instead she just wore a big leopard print jacket that she petted like a cat.

Her nails lengthened into inch-long claws, painted pink. Her wrists were weighed down by big chunky bracelets and two dozen bangles between the two of them. Her feet were wedged into six-inch heels that she wobbled around like they were second nature.

Finally and perhaps most humiliatingly off all, her nose, which had been nothing of note before, kind of bent down like a beak, and though it didn't destroy her looks, it was distracting enough to draw away from them. "Mmmm mmmm mmmm." She purred, closing her eyes, and hugging her nice furry coat. "Mama feels like she just drank a whole bottle of whine." When she spoke, her voice was nasally. She paused. “Is that my voice, why am I talkin’ like this?”

Skylar beamed at the tacky mess of a woman. "Is that a good thing, drinking a whole bottle of wine."

Atossa gave a sultry little chuckle. "Oh honey, you can't even talk to me until I've had a glass." She snorted and slapped Skylar on the shoulder. “I sound like a frikkin’ alcoholic!”

“If the shoe fits!” Skylar smiled. “Atossa looks like you’ve lost the game, and are gonna be stuck on the bottom rung of the harem, how’s it feel?”

Atossa rolled her eyes. “Personally I don’t see how anyone couldn’t want a tasty tart like me, but oh well. I’m not too excited about serving a woman anyway, now if it was a tasty young man that would have been a different story. You know mama would have jumped his bones in a minute.” She stomped her ridiculous heels. “Stop this! This is no way for a queen to talk!”

“No queen here.” Skylar pinched Atossa’s cheek. “Just our loveable little cougar. Now, how about you wiggle on over to your seat so we can move on.”

“You got it sug.” Atossa grimaced and trotted off stage, keeping her hands above her waist like she was trying to keep her nails dry. On her way there, she passed Mark Anthony. Of its own volition, her hand grabbed his dick and gave it a squeeze. Then she leaned in and gave him a throaty growl. “I’ll be thinking of you little boy.”

She sauntered of, and let him admire her bubble butt and very visible thong.

On the stage, Skylar was arranging the wraths for their ultimate punishments. “Diaochan, you are the queen of ties. For a while there, it was looking like the audience wanted the four of you to get a little bit closer. Alas they swerved away from that and have got us at our current impasse. You’ve got a tie on your hands, dyke demon and stress toy are neck and neck. I’ve decided that I won’t put my thumb on the scale, and instead, I’m going to let this go to a run-off. We’re going to have a second vote for you, however…” she held her hand out to Wang.

The woman let out a scream as something rainbowy, and vaporous was pulled from her body. It was like her various essence was being pulled from her, and she began to fade as it was taken. Her soul coalesced in Skylar's hand, lengthen out, and became a leather riding crop, and after that Wang was gone.

The host swished the tool through the air letting it whistle as she did. "Now." She looked to the Xi and Yang. "Let's play. Option One for Yang's Transformation is a Dyke Demon, yick I hate saying a slur like that. My apologies. Xi, care to model this option?" She snapped her fingers.

Xi's body began to quake as her punishment swept over her. Gradually pounds were added to her body, and she became something of a fatty as the bulk was added. As a competitor, she'd had an enviable and fit body, but she was an f-tier **** now. . As she inflated into her new jiggling form, a purple hue began to spread over her skin like a bruise. It swept over her until she was a purple berry of fat. She rose up to her feet, her stomach hung over her crotch. Her nails sharpened into nawsty-looking claws, and two fangs , or maybe tustsk grew from her bottom set of teeth.

"There we go!" Skylar cheered and grabbed a handful of Xi's stomach in her hand before giving it a jiggle. "Finally got a bbw on the show!

Xi's nipples tightened up at the attention and grew in size each becoming the size of fists and covered in fleshy bumps. Her cunt seemed to grow in size too, becoming a dripping maw, with her clit poling out from her slit like a cocktail weenie. "I'm a fucking freak!" Xi cried, looking down at her drastically different body.

"Sure are. What do you think gang? Want to see a second one of these lezzing out with Xi here?"

"Mmmm lez." Xi moaned.

"How are you feeling, Xi?"

"Better now that I'm looking at you baby." Xi licked her lips with a long slimy tongue."Oh man, what's coming over me? I'm so horny, looking at all these delicious looking bitches.'" She grinned and moved forward to Skylar. "Hey sweetie, let me smell your hair and make you feel good. I know what you like."

"Down girl." Skylar flicked her riding crop across Xi's cheek. "You can look, but you can't touch."

Xi shuddered, that smack felt surprisingly good. "But I want to touch."

"Hmph." Skylar held the crop back out to her. "You watch it." She faced the audience. "That's option number one, I think she's pretty sexy, but let's see if Yang can sell her transformation."

Skylar snapped her fingers, and the transformation kicked off. It wasn't too dissimilar from what happened to Empress Wu. Her skin took on a purplish sheen, like latex, her fingers formed together into a kind of mitt, and her toes did the same. Her hair fell out of in clumps until her scalp was bald and latex shiny. Her face looked like a latex hood had been pulled over it, her features vanished, no eyes, nose, ears, just a vague impression that a human face used to be there. All except her lips which inflated into a big latex O that seemed to be permanetely open. A posture collar appeared on her neck and ran up to her chin keeping her face looking straight ahead. Her tongue was pulled out of her mouth, and the audience could see a tiny gauge in it, an invisible **** pulled her tongue down to her chin and clipped it into the collar to where it was stuck there, her mouth open and ****.

"Waah, uuuh!" Yang cried, prodding her body in disbelief. Her hands seemed to sink into her body like she was squishy. She ran her hands over her face, and then waved her hand in front of her eyes. It appeared that she could see even though her face was either covered... or gone? "Uuuh!"

"Oh what's the matter, you don't like it? You'd rather be a fat rapey demon?" Skylar smirked and brought her crop across Yang's tit. "You ingrate! You should be thanking me for turning you into such a fun toy for your mistress!" She let loose a few more hits.

Yang moaned and writhed on the ground, a red blush taking over her purple skin.

"Uuuuh! Uuuuh!" She cried in what was obviously pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.

Bloody Mary

Queen of England

"That'll be fun. I'll take two."

Skylar went on beating Yang a little longer than she had intended. Wang's riding crop fueled her sadistic stream, and it's just so fun to hurt someone that cums from it. But the audience did not mind. When she was finally finished she was panting and red, and so was Yang, who sat in a puddle of her own juices. "Sorry, folks. got a little distracted there. But these are your choices. Will you give the harem a second toy to beat and relieve their tensions, or will Xi be getting a butch beast of a girlfriend to play with? It's up to you."

Skylar waved her hands, and the two of them began to walk into the audience. Marie's loser persona had been far less shocking than these two, neither of whom were human anymore. Yang found a seat next to Elizabeth, who looked rather worried about the whole affair. Elizabeth watched queasily the drool slipping from Yang's mouth. Cautiously the baroness reached out and unclipped the girl's tongue from the collar. Yang slurped it back in and sighed.

"Thank you so much "I feared I would never speak again." Yang panted

"Are you okay?"

"You must be joking."

"Sorry." Elizabeth sighed. "I did not mean that as cruelty. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Slap me! No, don't, I didn't mean that. Hurt me! Punch me, bite me. Bend me in half, break me. I'm an awful, dirty tory for Mistress and her slaves. I..."

Elizabeth reached out, grabbed Yang's tongue, and clipped it back to her collar. "Okay, that's quite enough of that."

Meanwhile, Cleopatra was hardly containing her lusty looks at the butch demon sitting next to her.

"See something you like Cleo?" Xi was more than receptive of a few dirty looks, and felt her large cunt juicing up and wetting her chair.

"Oh yes." Cleo nodded and bit her lip. "Just look at you. You're gorgeous."

"You're not bad on the eyes either, cooze. why don't you crawl between my legs and show me how hot you think I am?"

Cleo licked her lips, suddenly very curious about what a demon pussy tasted like. "Why's a lesbian need such a big cunt?"

"Let me shove my fist up your cunt, and you'll see."

"Mmmm tempting, if I sleep with you, I'll become like you too, isn't that the deal?"

"That's what I heard, cooze."

"So hot, but I have to pass. If you're an elimination, that seems like a bad way to earn my prize, sorry."

"Oh you'll come around. I think being a demon is going to give me quite the advantage."

"Last up." Skylar smiled and turned to Nzinga, crop still in hand. "Any last words, my king?"

Nzinga scowled and shook her head. "Just get it over with."

"Ah." Skylar smiled. "Perhaps you're right, we're all a bit cranky. Let's do this! Your elimination was Dear Demon, from powerful warrior queen to simpering little housewife. This one is going to be fun." Skylar snapped.

Nzinga's dark skin quickly became a shade of violet, bright as a tulip. "Lots of purples." Nzinga tsked. "It's going to get boring around here." Feeling Skylar's magic release her, she got to her feet and observed herself. "Am I going to become a plump housewife? Gluttony and all that?" As an answer, a girdle appeared around Nzinga's stomach and sinched her tight. "Ah!"

"And give you the pleasure of letting yourself go? Oh heavens no, a proper wife must always fret and worry about her figure for her husband... I mean wife"

"Ah!" Nzinga stumbled, and it felt like her feet were suddenly shoved into a pair of heels, however, when she looked down her feet were now a pair of cloven hooves. "What the hell?" She tapped the hard material of the hoof against the stage. "Rrrrrrreal sexy." She sighed. Even as her complaint hung in the air, a spaded devil's tail began to slink it's way out from her spine. This serpentine tail grew until it was nearly two meters in length, and it waved around playfully behind her. "Woah." She stared at the thing and found, like her tongue, she could control it with a bit of thought, a new pair of muscles already wired into her brain knew how to do it, and she was able to twist her tail into a heart. Her canines sharpened into fangs, her eyes became reptilian slits, and two small horns grew out of her forehead and curved upwards.

"Now that's sexy." Skylar beamed.

"Ugh." Nzinga felt her body, half disgusted with the animalistic changes that'd come over here. "Am I done?"

"Come now." Skylar admonished and snapped her fingers again.

Clothing came next. Besides the girdle strapped around her waist, more things were added on. A pair of stockings started at the edge of her hoofs and roll their nylon length all the way up to her thighs, which were held up held up by garters and belt. A pair of poofy white blooms appeared as well to protect her modesty, and Nzinga's purple skin blushed. "Oh my, everyone looking at my intimates!" She gritted her teeth. "Like that's anything new to me, stop messing with my fucking mind... oh fiddle sticks, what a potty mouth I have, I'll need my lovely wife to wash my mouth out with soap!"

Skylar smiled. "I do think this show would be better without all the swearing, right Boudica?"

"Snuggle off!"

Nzinga's breasts were snuggled into a bullet bra, an archaic device that gave her breasts roughly the look of traffic cones. Once her undergarments were all set, a slip appeared over her, followed by a layer of petite coats, and finally, a sinched waisted house dress printed juicy-looking grapes. Cute little gloves appeared on her hands, and an enviable length of pearls appeared around her neck, and two larger pearls dangled from her ears. Finally, her curly hair grew in length and lost those wonderful waves. It swirled and rose upward until she was balancing a shiny beehive hairdo atop her head, with gorgeous tendrils of the dark hair cascading down her ears. "Oh dear, look what you've done to me." Her voice was soft and nervous, a far shot from the confident warrior queen.

"So cute!" Skylar laughed herself forward and rubbed her cheek lovingly against Nzinga's. "Cute cute cute, what a lady muwah!" She planted to kiss on the demon's cheek.

"Oh stop it you, I'm a married woman, tehehe!"

Skylar pouted. "Oh you tease, well there's the lucky lady over there!" Skylar pointed towards Morgan at the judge's table. "Be a good girl and take care of her."

Nzinga looked demurely up to the witch, a small smile daring its way onto her face. "Happily." She trodded off, her hooves clanking as she went.

"And we're not even done folks!" The camera zoomed in on Skylar. "We've still got three left to go, and you've got a role to play in that. Step one! Pick Zheng's transformation, and be nasty about it will you? Step 2, settle this darn tie for Diaochan, will she beomce a total lex, or a total machochist, up to you. Finally, we got lonely Lilith up there on stage, just waiting to see what kind of monster you all turn her into. Get... creative, and we'll see you after the break! Buh-bye!"

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