Fifth round

“Thank you, Ciera,” said Frank, “you’re a natural. There’s a great hidden bimbo potential in you.”

“Let it stay hidden.”

“You’ll get a chance to keep it that way right now in round number five. Which category?”

“Swords.”

As what kind of sword is the Bastard classified? Ehm... hand-and-a-half sword. Correct. By whom was the Model 1913 Cavalry Saber designed. It was the last sword issued to U.S. cavalry which never saw the intended use. John J. Pershing WRONG. The German sword fighting technique Mordhau consisted of what kind of activity? Maybe striking while holding the two-handed sword with one hand for extra reach? WRONG. One of the sacred semi-legendary Imperial Regalia of Japan is a sword representing valour. It’s existence, location or appearance are not confirmed. What is its name? I have no idea. How about Nandaka? WRONG. The koncerz, a stabby 160 centimetres long sword, was used by which cavalry ****? Polish Winged Hussars. Correct.

“Three mistakes again,” announced Frank, “draw three transformation cards.”

“Slutification of Clothes, Body Hair Removal, Mental Drain. Shit!”

“Discarding something?” the host asked with a sly smile.

“Yeah! The audience's favourite.”

“Draw two new ones then.”

“Double Lips Enlargement, Double Breast Expansion. Eh…”

“Finally you’ll turn into a proper looking bimbo,” Frank commented with a grin.

“Yeah, right.”

“Into The Chamber you go! The audience can’t wait to see your huge boobs and cocksucking lips.”

Ciera was less enthusiastic this time, the transformations were becoming not so tolerable. He knew he would look silly, it could be hard to exercise authority with huge tits jiggling on his chest. Oh well, it would be just another obstacle to overcome. With his eyes closed Ciera managed to patiently withstand the changes that were being made to his body. He might not have been the most hairy of men, but the itching caused by the vanishing of the hair on his body was even stronger than the sensation of growing breasts. Finally it stopped and the door of the dreadful device opened.

Ciera gasped when he saw himself on the large screen. Not necessarily because of the scale of the changes, but because he did not look silly at all, as he had initially feared. Quite the opposite, he looked surprisingly good. The enlarged lips were natural and well-proportioned, they fit his pretty face perfectly and made him look rather sexy. He even forgot to remind himself that he was still a man. The masculinity itself did not remain forgotten though, because the feminine outfit failed to hide the raging erection; the lust induction had not gone away. The outfit itself was… not so bad either. Ciera did not want to admit to himself that he looked quite hot. The slutification included the feminisation of the clothes, but did not go too far. The outfit could not be called modest by any means, but also was not something Ciera’s girls would wear to ‘work’. The top was tight, red and quite fancy, it was tailored in such a way that it managed to give the contestant’s broad manly shoulders a feminine touch. There was nothing masculine about the D-cup breasts that stood firmly and proudly on the athletic chest, they were further enhanced by a push-up bra. The skirt was black, short and tight; it would be acceptable in normal society, but neither it nor the panties underneath could contain the rock hard penis. Its outline was clearly visible through the thin fabric. Ciera’s cock was only slightly above average, but in current circumstances it looked large. The contestant's legs were covered in sheer black pantyhose which, together with the high heels, gave them a feminine appearance, some might even call them sexy.