What does she choose to modify the game?

Reroll the changes!

Erica considered the choice before her. If she eliminated two cases she'd be closer to ending this whole humiliation, but the thought of getting stuck with her current changes scared her. Even if eliminating a punishment and a reward case kept her odds the same, she felt safer with more opportunities to pull all of the remaining rewards before the changes became permanent. Already she was struggling to remember what the other punishment options had been. She remembered the last few had been bad, especially the intelligence case, but her present situation was more than she could take already. Erica wasn't typically a gambler, but nothing about this show reflected her usual routine.

"Make me more changes..." she said hesitantly. "Talk is for me be good at sounding. Boobs so seen because I'm a big boob." (I'll take the new changes. I need to be able to talk normally. And I can't stand showing off these huge boobs!)

"Alright then, let's get started! Chrissi, collect the used cases for us would you?" Jacked ordered.

"Um, which numbers were they again? There were like a hundred of them!" Chrissi cried ditzily.

"Nevermind, it looks like the tech crew has created a new visual for us."

The voting screen now displayed the options for each punishment case Erica had drawn so far: clothing, body type, compulsion, breasts, intelligence, and hair/face. Seeing a list of the cases she had reminded her of some of the earlier possibilities and she was starting to wonder if taking a chance at a reroll had been the best idea. As before, her biggest concerns were intelligence, compulsion, and clothing changes. She thought she could handle the physical changes better than any that controlled her thoughts or actions. One by one the punishments lit up with a glowing pink light until each case had been rerolled.

Clothing - Mental Mixups

Body Type - Asstastic!

Compulsion - Copping a Feel

Breasts - Jello Jigglers & Reactive

Intelligence - The Village Idiot

Hair/Face - Totally Made-Up

Erica whimpered as she saw the familiar punishments appear on the board. For each change that would be undone, it seemed there was something just as bad or worse to replace it. She would get her speech back, but at the cost of her relative intelligence. And apparently rerolling her changes still gave her two breasts punishments to account for the tie earlier. Without warning the choker hummed to life and started applying the new changes.

Erica found herself disoriented for a moment, but nothing appeared to have changed. She looked down and still saw nothing wrong. Assuming they would proceed sequentially, she began to study the outfit she had on. Only then did she realize she couldn't tell the different pieces of fabric apart. Logically she knew that her shirt should cover her torso and she must be wearing a skirt over her lower half, but if she wasn't already wearing them, she didn't think she could tell which was which. She didn't have a bra on at the moment and as she tried to recall the shape of one, it was just a blank. Most likely she would see the full extent of this change when she eventually needed to change clothes.

Next she felt herself growing back to her previous size. Her original height of 5' 7" allowed her to feel slightly more proportional to her huge chest. As soon as her figure otherwise returned to normal, she felt her expansion continue solely in her backside. The tiny skirt she had put on earlier was helpless as her ass grew larger and larger. Each cheek shook with each surge in fat that continued to hit her. Her thighs swelled just enough that they didn't look so out of place with the rest of her lower half. Erica twisted as far as she could to look at the result of the change. What she saw was a shelf of jiggly skin that was in no way covered by the skirt she wore. Instead it lifted up to rest on top of her enormous fat butt.

The next burst from the choker was, once again, followed by an uneasy pause. She checked the board to see what was supposed to come next. After body type was... compulsion. Copping a Feel meant she would start randomly groping herself, but she wasn't... Shit! She looked down to find she had been kneading both of her G-cup tits with her hands without even realizing it. Her skimpy corset didn't have enough coverage to contain her chest throughout the heavy petting session and one boob had fallen out of her top completely. She quickly scooped it back into the cup and readjusted as best she could. She would have to watch her hands at all times or else they would probably return to feeling herself up.

Still feeling the effects of her own man-handling, her chest began to feel increasingly sensitive. Luckily, they decreased in size until they had shrunk a couple sizes. These would be more manageable at least. She shifted her corset again to fit her new breast size. However, even after tightening the corset to fit, her boobs jiggled with exaggerated motion. She had forgotten when they shrunk the real focus of this change. Any movement at all seemed to affect her soft breasts in disproportionate ways. Just standing still was impossible. Each breath in and out caused them to keep them in constant rhythm. She hated to think what would happen if she tried to walk at a brisk pace.

Intelligence was next. Wasn't it? Intelligence, intelli- Int- Intajence? What was the word? It was the thing in her brain. When was it going to zap her brain? Erica looked at Jack expectantly. Why was he smiling? She looked Chrissi standing next to Jack. OMG! Chrissi was so pretty! She wanted to be pretty like that! She saw one of the worker guys wheel a shiny silver wall over from off stage. She went over to get a better look at it. It was so shiny!

When she got closer she saw a woman standing inside the shiny wall. Wow, the woman had a big butt! You could see the curve of her bottom heavy figure from the front. And big boobs too! The woman was squishing her boobies together, making them slap each other without a care in the world. As she tore her gaze away from the woman's body she saw a stunning face that was the picture of perfection. Her lips were covered in a bright pink gloss and her eyes had masterfully applied eyeliner and shadow done like she was going out. Her hair was styled in flawless wavy tresses that reached down just past her shoulders.

"She's pretty!" Erica yelled. "Huh?"

The woman was pointing back at her and had dropped a boob that slapped back against her chest. Erica looked back down to find her outfit looked the same as the woman in the wall. She waved at the woman and found that she waved back. She was so stupid!

"That stupid girl is copying me!" Erica whined. "Jack make her stop!"

"I have a better idea. Chrissi, why don't you head to your dressing room and take a break for a while. We'll have someone come get you in a little bit, ok?"

"Ok!" Chrissi giggled, her heels click-clacking as she walked backstage.

Only then did Erica come to the obvious conclusion. A mirror. It was a mirror, and the woman in the mirror was her. She still felt as if her thinking was limited compared to her original intelligence, but she knew enough that she had basic comprehension. This was The Village Idiot working against her. God forbid she ever hang out with Chrissi again. The thought of being the stupider of the two was horrifying to her. Based on the audience that found this show entertaining, she was probably still below average intelligence at the moment.

"Now that you're back with us, what would you say? Are you satisfied with your decision to reroll?" Jack asked her.

"I dunno, I think it might be worse..." she said sullenly. "I used to be smarter than this. My boobs are still big and now I can't stop touching them! Uh... What else? My clothes are confusing and my makeup is all slutty! I think this might be worse."

"Well you know what they say about hindsight..."

"What?" Erica asked, not really understanding.

"Doesn't matter. How about picking another case already? With all the new changes we might as well add another on top of it. We can have a stagehand fill in for Chrissi for a few cases at least."

"I'll take case six."

"You already chose case six, remember? Pick again." Jack corrected her.

"Oh, um, thirteen?"

The case was opened to reveal a thermometer icon. The sexuality case was another mental change with the added curse of physical sensation that came with it. Erica knew she was almost out of punishment cases to open before she was stuck with all her new changes. How many were left again? 2? 3? 4? It was something like that.

Inferiority Complex - Erica gets turned on by feeling outdone by others. If someone is better at something, smarter, more attractive, or otherwise outclassing her, she'll find that person more alluring than anyone else.
Self-Love - Erica has one person who she finds more attractive than any other: herself. She can't get enough of her own body and face. She just so, so fucking hot!
Edgelord - Erica feels intense arousal edging herself, but finally reaching an orgasm is a major mood-killer. The feeling leaves her feeling empty and mildly uncomfortable for a short period of time.
Show-Off - Erica gains an exhibitionism fetish that gives her intense pleasure the more skin she shows. The more public the display, the greater the feeling.
One Fuck after Another - Erica will always be left wanting more. Her craving will be difficult to control and her libido will never fall below a 10.