Transformations Round 4

The stage was set. At long last Morgan’s new harem stood on the stage, ready to be forever transformed for her. Though the witch seemed bemused, by the display, there was a distracted quality to the way she watched the prooceedings, like her mind was elsewhere.

Wherever that was, couldn’t have been as exciting as the show before you now!

“The votes are in ladies! Whether you’ve been good or bad, your fate is seal, let’s see what the audience demands.”

“Here we go!” Cleopatra squealed and stepped forward, eager to get started.

Cleopatra

Queen of The Nile

"It's funny, I wanted the prize so bad, and the second I found out Erica, won, that all just vanished from me. For a bit there it was all I could think of, of course now I'm much more focused on all the yummy changes we'll be getting!"

Skylar gave her a bemused smile, it was safe to say Cleo wouldn’t be a problem anymore. One down, seven to go. “That’s what I like to hear. Cleopatra, the audience wants to let you in on our little secret, The Devil’s Database won handily.” She snapped.

“Woah.” Cleopatra wavered, as she looked at the other contestants, she suddenly was able to see what their traits, and points were, as easily identifiable to her as the color of their hair. As this knowledge flowed into her, she glanced over at Erica. A sick smile crept over her dark features. “Oh man.” He started giggling, then held her hand over her mouth, but it didn’t help. She took her free hand and squeezed her own tit, laughter breaking through her fingers. “Erica! Hahaha, we’re going to have so much fun!”

The young woman took a step back, clearly scared by what Cleopatra must have seen.

“What the hell is she so happy about?” Boudica grumbled.

Helen leaned in. “She can see what Erica’s hidden trait is, must be a doozy if they’d hide it from us.”

“Hmm.” Boudica looked to the queen of Egypt, almost drooling with lust for what she’d discovered. “This is bad.”

Helen agreed though she shook her head, miserably. "What have they done to her?" She knew, that Cleopatra had no more control over her compulsions, than Helen had on her slipping intellegence, still, this was hard to watch.

Skylar smirks. “I thought you’d like that, now let’s move on to our other winner, Helen the fans really enjoyed your performance and awarded you a transformation to match. I think your game just got a lot stronger with the addition of Puppy Dog Eyes!"

Helen took a step forward and posed for the crowd. There were the usual gasps of delight at the cameras captured her beauty.

"Part of me wants to veto this choice, I think the biting one is just delightfully chaotic, but I'm going to be using all my vetoes this round, so I don't want to waste them here. I think the audience has made it plenty clear they want their Helen sweet, and cuddly, so enjoy your victory."

Helen smiled, and rather than speaking simply flapped her eyelashes, and pouted at the camera. The audience greeted her sweet preening, with awws of adoration.

"Who could stay mad at a face like that?" Skylar walked further down her line of contestants. "Boudica, ready for a change?"

"I'd rather not if it's all the same to you."

Skylar frowned. "That's a tamed response from you. Don't tell me your fire has died down already! I know the brash ones usually break the fastest, but I thought you'd be different!"

"Why I ought ta!" Boudica lunged forward and tackled Skylar to the ground. "I got cha you snuggling foofie!"

At first what sounded like squeaks of pain and distress soon became obvious giggles. "There we go! I thought, we lost you. Now for your transformation." She raised her hand to snap, but Boudica grabbed the woman's hand, and intwined her fingers with the host. Skylar gasped suddenly unable to snap her fingers, She twitched her other hand as well, but Boudica was too fast. Hand in hand, Boudica had her helpless and captured.

The redhead grinned feeling victorious. "Since you like breakin' things so much, let's see what cracks first. Yer skull or mine!" Boudica reared her head back, fully ready to headbutt Skylar to ****. But before this could be done thorn covered vines grew out of the stage and wrapped around the red head's neck, pulled her back like the collar of a naughty dog.

The camera's turned to get a good shot of Morgan weaving magic. "I have need of her honored queen. Claim thee not her life, lest we all suffer."

Skylar sighed, and brushed herself off. "Did you really think that stopping me from snapping would make me powerless? I just snap for show."

"Yer heartbeat said otherwise." Boudica rasped, feeling thorns poke her neck at all angles.

Torn between a smile and a frown Skylar crouched in front of Boudica. "No hard feelings." She snapped. “Once we’re done with you, you’re going to be a harmless giggling bimbo!”

“Woohoo!” Boudica cheered. She threw her hands up in the air. “Ow ow ow.” She gripped the thorns around her neck. Though until then she looked positively excited for what Skylar had proposed.

“Yeah.” Skylar cooed. “You’re exited to become a brainless pet for Morgan, didn’t Helen look like she was having fun?”

“I was having plenty of fun wrestlin’ with you.”

“Hmph.” Skylar crossed her arms and moved on. “Sometimes I get the feeling that you girls don’t appreciate me at all.” She landed before Blood Mary and gave her a lusty grin. “For you it’s going to be especially rough.”

“Do I look scared?” Mary licked her lips.

“Heh,” Skylar tilted her head, taking in the demon that stood before her. The weirdness from this episode had to be her. But Skylar sensed no magic, demonic or otherwise, she’d been cut off. “Well however you look, it’s not what the audience wants. They voted for you to have red skin with an amazing ratio of popularity. I’m honestly shocked, but pleased that our audience are such weirdos.”

She snapped, and as often happens a change began to occur. A blush rose from Mary’s body, at first making her look embarrassed, the sunburnt, then something else entirely. Her skin became a bright red from her head to her toes, it changed, giving her a striking look, more bizarre than any of the contestants so far. “It suits me.” She said casually, checking her pinkish cuticles.

“Whether it’s demon skin, or blood soaked, red, is red.” Skylar agrees. She hums a whimsical tune, as her eyes creep over Mary’s body, now radiant as a warning light. “Now This is your first, which will be replacing Diaochan’s Four Beauties trait.”

“Uh oh.” Eve looked down at her hands, but found them blessfully peachy.

“But the demon track is unique to Mary, so…” She shrugs. “Eve escapes again.”

Mary smirks. “Couldn’t have two tomato girls on the roll.”

“Quite so, in addition to your cherry complextion, the Audience has given you a little gift.” She produced a hand mirror from the liminal space known only to hosts. “Care to do the honors?”

Mary smirked. “Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the top choice of them all?”

There was a rumble tumble, five minutes it lasted, then the mirror said, ‘You are you conceded bastard.’

“Sick.”

Skylar sighed. “You wasted it on a joke?”

Mary squinted. “Are you calling Slick Rick a joke?”

“Aye yi yi.” Skylar shook her head. “Moving on.” She held the mirror out to Mary. “Care to do that thing you do?”

The Demon reached out to touch the mirror, and when she did it shattered into long nasty knives. With a grin Mary pulled one free and held it in her hand. She looked around the stage. “Which one of you sluts was in the lead again?”

Skylar giggled. “Maybe look again.”

May glaced over and saw that her shard of mirror had been replaced with… a tiny little anal dildo. For beginners. “Cute, what is this?” She tossed the dildo over her shoulder and reached out to another shard, which before her very eyes melted into a puddle of lube, and the next became a smooth jade egg, and another became a buzzing little rabbit. “Fuck.”

“Yes, the audience had decided they homicide isn’t a very big turn on for them. So any weapons that come into your possession will become sex toys instead. I hope that gives you a few new ideas?”

“Like beating a host to **** with a dildo?”

“Girls we really must get over this idea that **** is the solution to our problems. Anger is toxic to our souls.”

“Well I…”

“Don’t have a soul, yeah yeah, we’re losing viewer retention, Supermarket Sluts has Hayden Brocovich guest starting. Okay! Moving on! Bam bam bam, red skin, magic mirror, instant sex toys. We’re having fun so far, but you’re getting of a bit easy, aren’t cha? After all, you did lose, this round, didn’t you?”

“Alright bring it on. How many dicks do I have to suck?”

“No no, punishments don’t work quite like that around here. They work like this.” With a snap of her fingers, Mary cool and casual clothing was gone daddy gone. In their place was a short black dress, topped with a frilly white apron. A crown of lace sat upon her short hair. Her shapely red legs encased in sweet black stockings, and her feet were wedged into heels that she didn’t look like she had any business wearing.

“Absolutely atrocious.” Mary pulled, and tugged at fabric that now held her prisoner. “You didn’t want to go with my more modest proposal? I found it in the costume closet and everything.”

“Hayden Brocovich, Mary! We can’t have your Victorian maid, floor length skirt, covering up those legs at a time like this. “Zoom in! Zoom in on these tasty red legs.”

The cameras did, and they were fantastic.

“Of course a simple uniform change, is for our middling changes, so how do we make this uniform a punishment?”

“By making me wear it?” Mary pulled her skirt down over her crotch as she noticed a camera trying to get a good upskirt.

“Oh you’ll wish you could wear it.” Skylar snickered to herself. “You see ladies, each morning Mary’s uniform for that day is going to get split up between the seven of you. And you can decide if you want to hand it over to Mary or not. Maybe she asks nicely, maybe she doesn’t. It’s up to you, I guess the audience thought you could use a way to make friends Red.”

Mary twitched, her eyebrow trembling angrily. “I have to beg these people to wear… THIS?”

“No of course not.” Skylar ruffled the short hair on the demon. “If you don’t want to ask, you don’t have to wear anything. The audience does’t mind. No one has complained about Eve yet, and she’s a total nudist.

“Mmmmmrm” Mary was growling, quite angry with the prospect of this change. “Fuck, can you give me something else?

“Sorry Charlie, this is what the audience wants. Red skin, sex toys, helpful hints, and a maid outfit.”

“What about those vetoes you were talking about.”

“Well I’m not going to use them on you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Fuck, alright, okay, thanks audience, I feel so welcomed.” She crossed her arms, and spat on the floor. Contempt was the prettiest word for the hatred she now held for this game.

“Over to our pride and joy, our indomitable giant, hello Olympias, ready to clown it up?”

The Amazon crossed her arms, intimidating as ever. Skylar loved her, now she was a get. Helen, Cleopatra, Nzinga we’re all competent beauties, and cheesecake but Olympias was a candidate Skylar had championed all through production. ‘She’s too old’ ‘not pretty enough’ ‘too scary’ but she’d defeated them all. “I suppose an act of defiance would be useless after those two gave you so much trouble.” Olympias gestured to Boudica still bound by thorns.

“Useless doesn’t mean it’s not fun.”

Olympias shook her head. “I’m in this game to the end, just give it to me.”

“Do you remember my promise?”

Olympias sighed. “It’s going to be something that will turn me on.”

“Yes indeed, now I really really really really really really wanted to put those big Amazon feet in a cute pair of socks. And aaaaaaaallmost used a veto on it too, but I’m just such a pushover and couldn’t do that to the audience, no matter how badly we need to pander to the foot lover demo.”

“I’m loving this long wind up Skylar.”

“Gosh I want to see you in socks so bad, The Audience chose Butt of The Joke, that means our pride is going to have the darnedest humiliation fetish from now on.”

While Boudica and Mary had had somewhat explosive reactions in their anger, Olympias was chill, utterly still, icy and unforgiving as the mountains she’d almost died on. “Well that would be a mistake wouldn’t it?”

A consummate professional well used to contestants trying to wiggle out of their transformations Skylar just giggled. “How do you mean?”

“I’m the harem supervisor, the future wife, how am I going to be pride if my sexual exploitation depends on me being a joke. It doesn’t work.”

The host hadn’t been expecting a debate. "Well the sins are more like guidelines. Wrath has the sadist path, **** against others, but also the masochistic, **** against self. So while yes your station as pride could be one path, another could be having your pride hurt."

"They're idiots. You're the host, this is your show give me the sock fetish and let's move on with our lives." Her being assigned to Pride hasn't been an accident, and the thought of humiliation being her new and only turn on was unacceptable. She thought of Cleopatra that pathetic dissapointment of a greek, and her drooling lust. Olympias didn't want that for herself.

"I'm sorry, Olympias I wish I could." She snapped and gave her a smile. "But since I'm so nice, I won't trigger it in front of everyone. I'll start you off small, and just let it sit there, waiting in the shadows for you to slip up."

The giant grumbled, but otherwise let the subject die. The cards were dealt, and now the fact that this thing was just waiting for her... was a little daunting. That is if Olympias was able to be daunted at all.

The host looked the giant up and down, and saw somewhat sadly, that there wasn't going to be a fight on this one. "On to the next then, she pranced towards Elizabeth, she stood rather confidently a hand on her hip, her body bent at a jaunty angle, totally game for what was to happen next. "You seem perky."

"Hell yeah skylar." She licked her lips. "Fatten me up, I'm ready for whatever you have to throw at me. I'm here to dominate, and I'm not going to let a bad round get in my way." She gripped the front of her dress and ripped it open, revealing her breasts. "If the audiences wishes for me to be punished, then here I am!"

Skylar was in love. "As you wish. By a landslide Big Titty Goth Girlfriend won first place." Skylar snapped, and Elizabeth's body follow it's orders. Just as Mary had turned red, very red, her skin did the opposite. The color was drained from her skin, until she was a milky white, perhaps better clown material than what Olympais had need up as. It gave her skin a cream, alabaster look. Then the good **** started to kick in and Elizabeth's breast started to sag away from her chest as they were filled with generous helpings of fat. Eve's were motherly, and Boudica's had the supernatural bounce of a bimbo, these were knockers, and would take a bra of considerable skill to keep them in place. She hefted one up in a hand, and hummed happily. "So far so good." She leaned over a bit so they could hang, and sway to the rhythm of her body. "What do you think audience, we could always go bigger huh? You like Morgan? I'm fifteen points behind, so I need you to **** the hell out of these tits this week."

The witch chuckled half amused. "What be thee, blushing rose, or thorny stem? I can not take account."

"Mystery mistress, only to be revealed as you motor boat me into a positive score."

"Temptress it is." Morgan cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

As she transformed a few curious eyes looked over to Eve, who was yet again unharmed. This trait too a result of a contestant's personal line of transformations.

Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

"Let me just get this straight. She loses, she gains ten points, and loses a transformation, rrrrrreal fair game we're playin' here folks!"

Skylar broke in. "That actually leads me into my next point. The audience picked on of Nzinga's old traits, The Finest Taste, which will make oral loads of fun for you."

"Sounds delicious."

"But I'm using my veto, we already saw that in play, and I want you to be something new and spicy, so I'm handing you one of your personal traits, Day and Night. Basically I'm bringing a little order to the poor scrambled head of yours." Skylar tapped the baroness' forehead. At dawn you will sweet and pure, but nightfall brings this rancid curr."

"Ouch, what a rude thing to say. I'm a noble woman, a person of dignity." She said, as she played with her large breasts like slinkies.

"Once dawn hits maybe, but not when you're out."

"Hmm... and um... do you happen to have the time?"

Skylar smiled, and snapped.

"Oh goodness!" Elizabeth screamed, and clutched her chest, trying to herd her breasts into some kind of order that resembled dignity. "What's happened, my dress!"

"You had a bit of an accident milady, and I was just about to tell you your third change."

"Third, what were the first two?"

"You'll figure them out. Your third trait... by way of demonstration..." Skylar produced a glass filled with an amber colored liquid. "Care for a drink, dear lady?"

Elizabeth eyed the thing. "Will something awful happen? Only awful things seem to happen on this show."

"No, no, I don't have any tricks for you on this one."

Whether it was sheer stupidity, or genuine good nature trust, Elizabeth took Skylar's word at face value, and indulged. "I suppose there's nothing wrong with a friendly drink..." And indeed there wasn't, the glass was full, and strong, but Elizabeth washed it down without much fuss, and soon was blessed with a slight buzz that made her feel like humming.

"Woah." Erica held her head, suddenly feeling a little out of sorts.

"Yep me too." Boudica closed her eyes. "This is about 6:15 PM on a week day 9:12 Am on the weekend."

"What?"

Mary snorted. "She got the rest of us drunk by drinking whatever was in that glass. We do the same thing with twins in hell, but you know... melting there skin, and stuff. Good shit, I wonder if it stacks, if I get drunk."

Erica just sat there feeling a little buzzed, staring at the red skinned demon. "We're not friends."

Skylar smiled at the baroness. "There, that's not so bad is it? You get the share the joy of your drinks with the other contestants."

"No... I suppose it's not altogether disagreeable."

"Yeah, and it works the same with like food, drinks, you know, ****, whatever."

"Oh my, I would never do ****. A lady of my station?"

"Well the audience picked two routes for you, either party girl, or vampire. So I'd start thinking about what you'd rather digest." Elizabeth looked like she was going to be sick. It was nice to have some fresh horror, three rounds in and everyone starts to get a little bit numb to the whole ordeal. But Elizabeth's terror was fresh and wonderful. Supermarket Sluts could eat it! This was prime time television. "Now I did mention food, but I'm not sure it's going to be as easy as I was making it sound. Because you came in dead last in our little challenge."

"It's because your audience of leches, and sinners can't handle seeing a woman of grace and dignity stand before them, and demand she be torn down to their level!"

"I...well I can't argue with that. However I can't say your performance was a thing of grace, seeing that it involved you filling champagne flutes with pee." Elizabeth blushed. She didn't recall that happening, but she wouldn't put it past herself... her otherself that is. "But I still think you made a fine chef, a great one even. One of refined palette, with particular taste." Skylar then produced a tray of cheese on crackers. "A snack, perhaps? This one is a trick..."

"I'd... I'd rather not." Elizabeth held her hands to her chest, and squirmed away from the tray like it was radioactive.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist. This one was quite popular."

"Uh." Was Elizabeth's defeated noise, as the reached out for a cracker. She took a bite, then made a sour face. A lesser woman would have spat it out, but she held strong and swallowed it like it was mud.

"Not to your liking?"

"That was awful! Must I drink blood now?"

"Not quite yet, tell me, what would have made that cracker better? Your opinion as a chef."

The Baroness thought about this. "Well... both the cracker and cheese were rather bland, they needed something exciting to them... I bet if you slapped me in the face that would have helped." SMACK! "Ow! Why did you..."

"Cracker?" Skylar held another one out.

Despite herself Elizabeth took it. "Yes! Yes! That was just the flavor I was looking for, tremendous!" Giggling, she stuffed a few more in her mouth before she was able to regain her dignity. Though she looked rather cute, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, dripping with crumbs, a handprint blazing on the side.

"As you can see Elizabeth has developed some funny ideas when it comes to food, I just hope her cast mates are willing to help her with her culinary experimentation. It's hard to find a good Sous Chef. But alas, my innocent flower I must move on. Feel free to help yourself to the cheese, and let me just refill that glass for you. Ciao." Skylar took the final step to Eve. She stretched and wiped her brow. "Mommy, I have to do you first next time. I'm just tuckered out by the time I get to you."

"Just get on with it."

"Will you all quit saying that? We're trying to entertain people here, geez." She paused and pouted. "Aww, I didn't mean that I'm sorry." She pressed herself against Eve's chest. "Forgive me?"

Eve shoved her. "Off."

"Hmph." Skylar lay scattered on the floor. "Fine. Since all the changes today have been based on personal traits or occupations, you've got off scot-free as far as your first trait is concerned. Buuuut we finally get to give you another trait of your own. The audience has chosen, drum roll, please."

"Get on with it!" The audience and the girls all screamed in unison.

"Yikes, tough crowd. Okay, okay, it's done. Your transformation is a new rule. Each week you have to go on a little shopping trip into town and spend half your points on the precious girls in your harem, like a good mommy. Isn't that sweet, everyone?"

"Hmph." Even crossed her arms and closed her eyes. "Well, thank you for the opportunity."

“And she takes it was such Grace.” Skylar let out a monstrous yawn. "Alright folks we are done with transformation. It’s been a hell of a day, and now it’s time for the popularity poll. Vote for your favorite girls and give them some points to help them out, after all when we return Erica is going to sink her teeth into her fruit, and gain 100 points, you don’t want to miss it!”

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