The Results Are In

The girls stood uneasily on stage, Skylar was beating the hell out of them in those confessionals. The whispering crowd gave a cool murmur of approval as the beautiful women passed by to their doom.

“The results are in everybody.” Skylar was now sitting on her Piano. Lounged like a cuddly cat. “Who wants to go first?”

Eve and Cleopatra both eagerly stepped forward. A reward a punishment, what did they care?

“Eve we’re going to save you for last, you’re going to be getting plenty of changes along the way, you eager beaver.”

“It’s me then.” Cleopatra caressed her body. “What will it be, what is my gift?”

Wonderfully game. “Tainted Tailoring won by a wide Margin!”

Tainted Tailoring: Greed's corruption does not just reside within her mind. Any clothing she wears, or puts on another person alters and transforms into a perverse version of its former self. (Corruption)

She snapped her fingers, and Cleopatra’s clothing began to crawl and wriggle like it was a mantaray. The hem on the left side of her skirt vanish until her full leg and panty line were exposed, the extra fabric went to the other side which lengthened to the ground. The fabric around her right tit and shoulder vanished, like the cut of a toga. Then a golden ring appeared around her bare tit, and constricted around it, until it bulged lewdly. Little golden straps the connected this golden ring to her dresss.

“Hmm.” Cleopatra held a cold hand to her taughtly held breast. “This seems… chilly.”

“Lots of warm places in hell, I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Divine, thank you everyone.” Cleopatra blew a kiss to her fans.

“But we’re not done yet. Eve may not wear clothes, but let’s see if we’ve got anything fun for her to play with.

Upgrade!

Tainted Tailor +

The clothing itself can no longer hide or control its perversions. Any clothing affected by this trait comes to life, teasing, torturing, pleasing and molesting its wearer.

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Helen

Princess of Troy

“What the heck?”

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Upgrade!

Tainted Tailoring ++

The **** of corruption awakens dark desires even in objects unconnected with greed. Greed needs only to touch an article of clothing to corrupt it to the fullest extent of this trait.

“Ohhhh, now I’m jealous of my own trait!” Cleopatra moaned and smiled. “Please give us an example Skylar, you can’t just tease us like this.” Cleopatra was eager to see her entire wardrobe transformed and perverted. No more hiding her freakish nature behind coats and sweaters.

This amused Skylar. “Eve, choose your victim.”

“Hmm.” The Demi god looked to her companions with a lustful eyes. “Elizabeth, your dress isn’t quite fitted to you anymore … let me help.”

“No! No!” Cried the vampire, but there was no escaping Eve, Queen of Predators. The blonde had the brunette In her clutches in a moment. She pressed her perfect fingers to the black fabric of the dress. The camera caught what looked like dark veins run through the dress. It made wet slurping sounds as the fabric shifted around.

A rip appeared on her belly, and like a smile it yawned open revealing her newly pudgy midsection. Then a series of teeth lined the mouth, and bit down, sinking its grinning image into her soft flesh. She gasped at this, and pulled at the clothing but it wasn’t done. It became a kind of one piece. The length of the skirt bundling up, and sliding between her crotch. “Ahh! Ohh!” She cried out tugging at the piece. “There’s something wriggling down there!” Even as she pulled at it, the fabric covering her top disintegrated. Lengths of black fabric whirled around like tentacles before they wrapped around her breasts in a spiral pattern. It was easy to see one of these ‘cups’ squeezing one breasts and then the other in a rhythmic and unending pattern. At the end of it, it looked like she’d been put into a corset. One that was constantly squeezing her breasts, and nibbling on her stomach.

Gluttony was bright red, and on her knees. She tried to cover herself but the whole outfit disgusted her so much she was afraid to touch it. “It’s licking meee!” She whined.

“Just don’t get it excited and you’ll be fine.” Skylar cooed.

“I love it!” Cleopatra was on her knees as well. Her new dress gave easy access to her steaming cooter, which she fearlessly fingered. She spotted mark Anthony back stage, and gave him a lustful wink. He was fixed on her, and Cleopatra could tell Skylar’s magic was straining to keep him impotent. Such was his lust for his wife.

The other contestants took a step away like Elizabeth and Eve were radioactive. That was a seriously messed up trait.

“How about our other winner?” All eyes were turned to Helen. She was wide eyed watching the crotch of Elizabeth’s outfit pulse and bulge.

“Wuh?” She looked away from the strange sight.

“You better give us some better last words, you’re about to be a doggy for a week.”

“Oh great, being brain dead wasn’t enough for all of you, now you want to turn me into a hhhhhhrn.” Helen bent over and clutched her womb.”

“Little discomfort for a second there, but look on the bright side. No more cramps.”

“Gee thanks.” Helen wheezed. She felt like she was on fire, burning up from the inside, but after a few minutes that heat, began to fade. Or at least the pain of it. She still felt hot, but it was like an itch. She hiked her fluffy skirt up and rubbed her pussy. “Ah, ah ohhhh.” It felt good, like relief.

“Helen!” Olympias snapped. “Not in front of everyone.”

“Awooo.” Helen husked feeling quite hot and lost in pleasure. “Feel good, arf.” Her knees were bending with pleasure, getting closer to the ground. “Ahh, ah touch arf good!” Then her hand were lifted up from her sex in front of her. They were dripping. Her legs gave out and she landed on her knees. “Awooooooo noooo no *bark* dog *bark* Helen…” she felt herself pulled onto the ground, onto her hands. She whined and looked around for help, everyone was looking at her, so she had plenty of eyes, wide, horrified interested eyes.

She tried to paw at her pussy, but her hands wouldn’t do it. Like they were bound from providing her satisfaction. She rolled on her butt, and bent over. Her panties were dark and seeping. She tentatively licked at them, but it didn’t feel as good. She growled and tried to rip the panties away with her teeth, but couldn’t manage the feat. Finally she gave up, got on all fours, buried her head in her hands, and started to wiggled her hips, whining pathetically as she did.

Then it hit them.like a freight train. A musk. A stank. Potent as spray paint. It went through their nose, and to their brains. It was pussy. Hot, wet, animalistic, hot hot hot pussy.

“Woah.” Erica held her hand to her nose, for a moment she thought she wet herself, her panties were just filled with moisture, but it was the same for everyone. That scent had awoken the Timberwolf within then all, and there were now salivating for Helen.

Cleopatra reached out to jerk a Cock that wasn’t there. She wanted her breeding tool nice and ready for the bitch.

Mary too felt the presence of a phantom member. A virile cum spewing manhood meant for breeding. She patted the front of her apron and dress trying to find it.

“She’s mine.” Olympias growled, shoving Boudica away as the red read took a step firaward.

“Oh ya want to try this a second time?” Boudica clenched her hands into fists.

“Okay settle down girls.” Skylar was grinning. “Save that for the week. Come here Helen.” She snapped her fingers, and the ladies felt their moods even out. Helen crawled to the Piano, where she mounted the bench and desperately rubbed herself against the leather seating.

Skylar took on a deep breath and sighed. “Smells like victory. Helen got her pet reward. She’ll be in heat for the next week. She’ll be stuck barking, walking on all fours, and desperately horny. As you’ve all noticed she’s got a bit of a musk about her. She needs to be bred, you see and the slightest whiff will drive you all to satisfy her. Speaking of hot wet honey pots, Boudica ready to go?”

The red head cleared her mind with a few breaths of fresh air.”bring it on. Head held high, hit me with it.”

“Gladly.” Skylar snapped and vanished Boudica’s outfit to the shadow realm. She then cracked her knuckles. “Camera B, you’re going to want to zoom in on this.”

“Yeah zoom in on this, it’s gonna be a right show.” Boudica snarked.

“The Audience gave you Bimbo Button, so let’s give that prudish little clit a makeover.

“Aah,” Boudica hissed as sensation erupted over her self.

“Use your words.”

“Ah, snuggle you. Use my word, kiss my tooshie fudge head. I can feel my heart beat in my clit.” Indeed with each pulse of the life **** her clit grew. Concealed her sex was by the Ruby forest, but beat after beat her clit grew. It emerged from its hood, split her lips open and shone wetly like the done of an advanced civilization in an alien jungle. “Are you kidding me with this fudge? Look at this.” She poked him bimbo button. “I’ve seen joy toy heads smaller than this.” It was as the trait promised the size of a gumball.

“It’s cute.” Skylar teased. “Very feminine. Give it a gentle little rub.”

Boudica felt her hand tenderly move south. “Agh, this is stupid. I’d rather be a dog than, ooooooh. Ooooh my.”

“Words Boudica.”

“Good, oh wow that’s good. That’s like, wow! It feels pink, and it makes me knees week. It’s like meh, whole body is gettin’ kissed. Cummies!” She cried out, orgasming for the crowd. “I’ve barely been touchin’ but it’s giving me cummies!”

Skylar winked at the camera. “Guaranteed to make a bimbo with the press of a button every time. But let’s not stop there.” She snapped again.

The camera caught Boudica’s sex swelling up. Her lips fattened up, her inner lips bloomed and poked out like her whole sex had been sucked up under a pump for an hour. It looked, wet, and pink, and too precious to plow frankly. “Give a girl a minute.” Boudica hissed, still recovering from her clitty’s debut.

Against her will, her fingers wiggled past the plush welcoming entrance, and entered the warm welcoming embrace of her bimbo wonderland. She seemed to melt. She just absolutely drooped at the sensation and pleasure. It felt like silk, like velvet, like fur. She was jealous of every joytoy that would enter her from now on. Not that she was complaining, it was g-spot all the way down.

“My foofie feels grand! Stan you got to get in on this Boyo. Oooh, snuggle more cummies, I can feel them, this is wonderful, you cuddle brains finally did something right! Oooooh mama!”

Skylar was beaming. “I don’t think meeting your quota is going to be an issue any longer. Now that we see what our baby bimbo is working with, let's move to mommy.”

Upgrade!

Bimbo Button +

A real bimbo's cookie is so much sweeter than that of a normal woman. Everything is new and fresh when inside of Lust. Lust get's the first time bonus for any sex acts involving her foofie, or tooshie, even if it's already been performed by another contestant.

Upgrade!

Bimbo Button++

Once you go Bimbo you never go back. Lust's Foofie is so good and delicious that people have trouble going back to normal old foofies afterwards. Any sexual act previously performed by Lust involving her foofie, or tooshie, now only provide half the normal points to the other contestants to a minimum of 1. This debuff can be negated by any bodymod trait of a similar rank.

"Come the fuck on!" Mary cried how. "How are we supposed to beat her?"

Skylar smiled. "Calm down, the punishments will be here soon enough, what do you think Eve?"

The first woman, poked at the clit that poked up from her own bush. "I mean, you keep straying further and further away from perfection with these changes, but whatever makes the crowd happy. Can't wait to take it for a drive, vroom vroom master!"

Stan

Master

"I'm in trouble."

"How about you Mary? Ready to see what you got?"

The red woman grinned. “Are you going to whip me up a brand spanking new pussy too?”

"Almost as good, a new fetish."

"Oh fuck, that stupid maid trait?"

"I hardly saw you do any cleaning this week."

Mary rolled her eyes. "Then you clearly didn't see me do laundry after Elizabeth made me piss the bed."

Skylar cocked her eyebrow. "Oh yeah, you did laundry? Tell me about it."

"What? I gathered up the sheets and shit, took it to the laundry room. Stuffed it in the machine, took some of the soap..." She was breathing heavily. "Just pour a cup of the stuff in the machine, mmm I turned it on."

"Yeah, did you sit with it? Did you sit on that vibrating machine as it got your sheets nice and clean?”

"Ah." Mary was blushing, in her red little way. She thought about the machine erotically swishing her clothing about. "No, no I went and got breakfast before I um, I put them in the drier."

"What was it like, when you brought them out of the drier?"

"They um, fuck they were so warm, and smelled so good. Like flowers."

"Did you burry your face in your clean sheets, did you take a big slutty smell of that sweet laundry?”

"N-no, no I didn't."

"But you want to."

"Yes."

"And that's the trait everybody, on to the losers."

"Wait!" Mary stomped her foot, feeling flush, and foolish. "What the fuck did you do to me? I'm turned on my fucking laundry?"

Boudca stomped her high heel down on the stage, cracking a board. "Will you stop cursing so snugglin' much, it's making me ears bleed!"

"Yes Mary." Skylar pouted. "Our Boudica has such a sensitive disposition, please don't upset her. Of course you can relate, being turned on by everything clean, fresh and neat. A few more of the maid traits, and you'll be a blushing little demon."

"Fuck, you! Like you could ever!"

Ahh, such passion so late in the game it was nice to see. Boudica was starting to look something close to broken. It was good they switched the demon in. This was fun. "We'll talk again when you're laid out in a pile of laundry, rubbing yourself off with a pair of clean socks. But it's not just laundry, dusting, mopping, dishes, it's all good. You should thank the crowd, they're going to be the most eager maid there is."

Olympias curled an eyebrow. That gave her an idea. A few actually.

"Oooh I see you scheming something." Skylar called from her Piano. "What's the great plotter got in mind?”

"Wait and see."

Skylar smiled at the camera. "At least she knows how to build suspense. Let's see if I can match her blow for blow. What punishment await a loser like Pride? Will the audience **** her onto an exacting schedule of sexual perversion, demanding not the slightest deviation? A true and hard working Mistress? No. Do they want to keep on humiliating you, forcing you to live with a constant choir of ugly noises to ruin your psyche? No. The audience has decided that your sour personality, and freakishly tone body will never be enough to satisfy them on it's own. So they've decided to stick you with a partner, or partners, as it were."

"My sexuality has shifted so many times this week, it's hardly a horror to me at this point."

"If anything it's a boone. You'll get more points if you bring another partner in, of course so will they. Hope you can find someone you can trust." Skylar cast a not so subtle look to the blonde humping her bench a few feet away.

"You're disgusting, Helen is like a daughter to me."

"Really?" Skylar giggled. "Then I wonder where she got all those points yesterday. Seven points is a little more than motherly love."

Olympias had no dialogue to shoot back to that. She only had a furious face, red eyes, a terrifying sight for any mortal. Of course they were among gods and demons.

"Don't take it so harshly. I've made real mothers fuck their daughters, in fact it's kind of my passion. So you shouldn't feel bad about yourself. Real mothers cry when they do it for the first time. They're so ashamed, their little girls, whether they loathed or loved them, suddenly became their lovers. All those instincts were still there for them, but that tender need to care for and support, was warped, by me. Tend to them sexually, care for their needs, sexually. They're ashamed, not that they did the act, but how exciting it was. How passionate, how much they loved it. It's a beautiful thing, but you didn't cry Olympias. She's your treasure, you get to use her however you want. There's no shame in the way you made her tongue dance along your folds."

Olympias had had enough, she shouted the host down in a harsh cursing tone. "Fiend. Before the gods and the whole world I thought I would never hate anything so much as I hated my husband, but lo. Here you are now, vile and black. Skylar I hate thee more than the pox in my sons body, more than all the slaves in Persia, more than Phillip of Macedonia. I _hate _ye!"

"Good." Skylar winked at her. "Use all that rage, to win first place three times, and then maybe it will amount to something. Otherwise I'd start looking for someone to love the master with." Skylar snapped. and Olympias' sexuality was altered. From now only she'll only be able to gain satisfaction from two or more partners. Even a humiliating afternoon with Grace at the asylum, won't get her to the finish line. Which to Olympias now seemed farther than ever.

The next victim was on her back, still trying to rip her leotard off, as it lapped away lazily at her cunt. "Nnnah, ah!" She moaned, and kicked, trying to get herself free.

"You know there's a zipper right?" Skylar smirked, and snapped the outfit away. "A little too distracting for when it's your turn. But be sure to talk to Eve if you ever want a new outfit, I'm sure she'll be eager to agree."

Elizabeth was panting, some kind of lube was dripping from her well licked pussy. "Ugh, when will the humilations end?"

"Three weeks from now, for you probably sooner, if you don't impress the audience soon. Ready for your punishment?"

"Punishment for what?"

"The sin above all, being boring." Skylar snapped her fingers.

Immedialty a ringing erupted in Elizabeth's ears. The lights on stage were so intense they brought tears to her eyes. "Aaaah, what is this?"

"Ouchie, ouch!" Eve also cried out, covering her eyes.

With a snap a shot of something brown appeared in their hands. "Here take this, it's got a little kick to it."

The two knocked the drink down, and the whole line staggered for a second thanks to Elizabeth's trait. She sighed in relief, the ringing stopped, the lights faded, and she felt more like herself. "That was awful." She set the shot glass down on the floor.

"That, was called sober. That's what it feels like for you now."

"What?" Eliziabeth laid down, and covered her eyes. "I can't be sober anymore?"

"Calm down." Skylar scoffed, with a smile. "Honestly you're all so dramatic. You feel fine now, a shot every few hours is enough to keep the hangover away. It's just a little something to keep our party girl, rolling and fun."

"At least it works with my other trait."

"Exactly, the audience was looking out for you. You'll never be alone, just a little buzzed."

"Until my kidneys give out."

"Again with the dramatics. News flash, all of our girls never age, and have perfect health."

"That's actually kind of nice." Erica said aloud.

"Yeah, I mean, what master would want to have sex with a cancer patient?"|

"And there it is." Erica sighed.

"Okay." Elizabeth sat up. "I can take this. It's just like remembering to drink water. I can do this."

"Oh, no. Never drink water." Skylar warned. "Don't want to chase the buzz away." She then smiled at Eve. "I will say it gets a bit harder if you upgrade the trait though..."

Upgrade!

Hair O' The Dog +

That delicious first drink to drive away the demons of the day, is the best and most precious. The first alchoholic drink of the day now drives Gluttony straight to drunk. In addition to this it also leave them completely bathed, their hair combed, makeup applied, and fully dressed. Glutton also feel slightly hungover when buzzed, only feeling fully themselves when tipsy or beyond.

Upgrade!

Hair O' The Dog++

A stiff drink is better than coffee. Not only does the first drink of the day clear Gluttony up from the night before, but it also clears them of all status effects applied to them the day before. Gluttony will now feel hungover when tipsy, only feeling like their normal self when drunk, operating more or less with the same degree of competency as their formerly sober self. However when blackout drunk Gluttony does experience a brief burst of **** competence before Passing out.

Eve

Mother of Humanity

"We'll... that's upsetting."

"That's what we call a game ender ladies and gentlemen."

"Um, can I get another one of these?" Eve held up the empty shot glass.

Erica thought back to NayNay at the club. A dazed permanently high bimbo wander through life half aware. What a curse.

"Sure thing." Skylar cooed, and snapped her fingers. Goodness it felt good to have her powers back. "Big boobs, and an alcoholic? You become a better mommy every week."

Sad.

Eve greedily guzzled down the shot, and let the poison sink into her. "Haha." She giggled, and shook her head. "This is bad. Can't you do the veto thingy?"

"Sorry Eve." Skylar pouted. "The audience has spoken. At this point I would show off your transformation to the world, and close things out. But unfortunately tonight is your night with the master. So I've got nothing to show off. We'll just have to surprise the audience tomorrow, when you're paired with Elizabeth."

"Mmm." Eve whimpered. "Soz I got the cycle thingy?"

"That's right. Every day you're going to be paired up with a new girl... it'll be easier for you to experience than for me to explain things, but I think it'll be educational."

"Mkay." Eve spun the shot glass on the tip of her finger. "Are transformations over then?"

"Yes they are. As our winner Erica stays how she is, she walks away with the bonus." Skylar was sure the little goth would have preferred to walk away with her toilet training intact instead, too bad.

"Cool, I want to use my trait then."

"What trait?" Olympias gulped.

Cleo answered. "She can downgrade any of our traits she wants, as the mother of sin. I've been fantasizing about what she will do all week." The goddess laughed. "She hadn't used it yet, so I thought she was being nice. Now I see she just wanted to see where the chips fell for this round."

Skylar was stomping on the keys of her piano, making all sorts of horrific noises. She could hardly contain her glee! "Okay Eve, the choice is yours. Any trait in the game. Is yours to downgrade."The camera zoomed in on her face. "I love this show! Now for those of you who are just tuning in, a downgrade is the opposite of an upgrade. Where an upgrade will make the trait more intense, but usually offer a benefit, even if it's a punishment, a downgrade is all downside. She can knock a trait down from being + down it's base form or ++ to just a +. Buuuuut she can also more a normal trait down to a -, which is where things start to get nasty. Eve, do you know what you're going to choose?"

Eve nodded, the ringing in her ears settling down to a gentle slosh. "Helen," The blonde girl growled from her cunt drenched benched. "I'm downgrading The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships."

Downgrade!

The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships -

Maybe Helen isn't all that hot afterall. In fact she's a real dog! You'd have to pay a person to have sex with her. Whenever Helen sleeps with another contestant, that contestant gains points as if they had been with the master, and not Helen.

"Arf! Arf!" Helen managed to drag her pussy away from the bench long enough to cuss Eve out.

Eve shrugged. She was fluent in the language of the animals. "You're the biggest threat." Then she giggled. "'sides! Nowz everyone is really gonna want to breed ya. I made you sooo much more popular."

Skylar loved this show. Drama packed into every, nook. With more to come. Just on the otherside of that popularity poll was a whole new show. And three precious weeks inwhich to get all of these women to love the actual devil. Skylar had her work cut out for her. "So how are we feeling everybody? Ashamed, devastated, disgusted, and horny? Good good good, after this break we'll hand out Bonus points, give Erica her big reward, and send you all out into another week of paradise. Won't that be fun?"