Seventh round

Patricia did not fix her clothes upon returning to the panel, so her cleavage and almost entire legs remained exposed. She was too aroused to care and simply wanted to feel exposed and admired. The contestant was encouraged by recent lucky draws and the results of the transformations. She also remembered that Frank told her there were more attractive cards to draw. She felt tempted to make more mistakes than one, but some fear of risk remained and it helped her to restrain herself to just one incorrect answer.

Despite being the most abundant metal in Earth’s crust, this element was exceedingly difficult to extract and was more expensive than gold before the discovery of electrolytic Hall–Héroult process in 1886. Which metal is it? Aluminium. Correct. What is the chief ore of aluminium? Bauxite. Correct. Rose gold is alloy of gold and which other metal? Copper. What is the chief ore of zinc? Patricia was not sure about the answer, hesitating between two answers. She answered Chalcocite and it turned out to be WRONG. Fortunately for her the Roman gods have not abandoned her and the next question was incredibly easy. Which metal is the most conductive metal at room temperature? Silver. Correct.

“One mistake, Patricia,” the host announced, “did the audience once again get lucky?”

“Lucky how?” the contestant did not understand the hidden meaning immediately, “oh, you mean whether I realised too late what the correct answer was? I was hesitating between two possible choices, so I know the right one now. The audience did get lucky indeed.”

“Then draw one transformation card and find out whether YOU are lucky as well.”

“Fetish: Toys. Oh dear.”

“Are you going to let the audience decide again?”

“I’m not sure,” once more it could be seen that the contestant was pondering on the matter. This time she decided to say her inner monologue out loud, “this isn’t a neutral transformation, but a negative one. Using sex toys isn’t necessarily bad in itself, but making it a fetish is going too far. Not to mention that it certainly comes with a presentation. Discarding it creates a risk of drawing something even worse, despite your promises of a long ‘good’ list. I’m not superstitious, but I feel like I need every advantage I can get. I’ll let the audience decide again and hope that their choice brings good luck.”

“I’m sure they appreciate your decision and will reward you with all the luck they have.”

This time the voting was not a mere formality, because it turned out to be astonishingly close; the voting system had to be used. Ultimately 52% of the audience voted in favour of discaring; Patricia quietly sighed with relief.

“The people have spoken,” Frank announced, “draw two new cards.”

“Breast Perkiness and No Underwear. Oh-o,” the contestant grimaced.

“Why the ****?” the host asked, “by your own standards this is a win. Breast Perkiness is a rejuvenating transformation, which someone with your cup size should appreciate even more. While No Underwear is a minor wardrobe change,” Frank said the last part with a poker face.

“Ha!” the Dean laughed, “you dare to use my own spells against me? You’re a really good manipulator, Frank, but you don’t need me to tell you that. What you’re saying is technically correct, so it’d be pointless to argue against it. I’ll buy your narrative for the sake of the show and meet my fate with a smile on my face.”

“Who’s being poetic now?” the host winked,” I’m not sure whether I managed to convince you or you convinced yourself. But I’m glad that we agree, so into The Chamber you go.”

As she had promised Patricia had a smile on her face, when she walked to the device; and it was a genuine one. She was still amused by Frank’s argument about the ‘minor wardrobe change’. But she was also actually relieved by the two replacements of the initial fetish. Plus the host was correct about the perkiness being rejuvenating. The constant closed her eyes and so did The Chamber’s door. First she felt her breasts begin to sag, as the bra disappeared. So did her panties and she felt the urge to now fix the hiked up skirt, but managed to remain motionless. Almost immediately her breasts began to lift, but this time nothing was supporting them. Patricia thought that she could even feel how the skin on her whole chast was becoming young and firm. She wished she could take the shirt off and admire her own body in the mirror. As that thought ran through her mind the door of The Chamber opened. The Dean was self-conscious enough to fix her skirt before stepping out. She also buttoned-up her blouse, although only one of the two buttons, thus leaving quite a bit of cleavage exposed.

When she exited The Chamber the contestant raised her head to look at the screen. The camera was obviously focused on her chest and the sight was truly impressive. Her huge breasts stood up proudly without any support. They filled out the tight shirt perfectly and through the deep cleavage one could even see how they raised and fell as the Dean breathed. The sensitive nipples were there too, still erect and poking through the fabric, making sure that she remained aroused. Patricia had to fight the urge to lift her hands and fondle her own breasts; just to check how firm they were. The camera could not see the lack of panties, but the Dean could sense it. Her pantyhose were still in place, but she had a feeling that they became even thinner. Maybe it was just her imagination, but she thought that she could feel the air on her crotch even through the nylon.

“Welcome back, Patricia,” the host greeted her and interrupted the naughty thoughts, “are you ready to agree with my earlier assessment?” he asked with a wink.

“And there I thought you were above the I-told-you-so’s,” she was feeling playful and had to remind herself not to show him her tongue.

“I’ll take it as a ‘yes’,” Frank replied with a straight face, then continued, “you had already walked the catwalk and participated in a photoshoot. How about we try a bit of both this time?”

“A brilliant idea, Frank! I might even forgive you for being so smug,” she added with a grin.

“The stage is yours,” the host bowed deeply in a mocking gesture.

His behaviour amused the contestant, but soon her thoughts returned to the task at hand.

The stage was empty and waited for Patricia to parade across it once more. With a spring to her step she began to walk to its edge. The supermodel stride again caused her breasts to bounce, but now without the bra it was even more prominent. The opened button threatened, or promised, depending on the perspective, that the huge boobs might escape from the confinement of the shirt. The Dean once again had to fight the urge to grab them; not to fondle them this time, but simply to hold in place. She managed to maintain a proper posture though and made two lengths across the stage; the epic bounding hypnotised the audience the entire time. That was not the end of the spectacle just yet, even though the audience was cheering enthusiastically already. While the clapping went on a technician prepared the stage for the photoshoot, although this time he brought only a single chair. Patrick was already waiting and with a courteous gesture invited the contestant to join him; she eagerly accepted the invitation.

“Sit down, darling,” he pointed towards the chair.

The Dean obliged, she sat down, rested her back against the back of the chair and crossed her legs. Almost absentmindedly she pushed her chest forward. The photographer continued:

“We’re going to reenact a famous movie scene. I’m sure you’ve seen it and will know exactly what I want you to do.”

Patricia certainly did and she would have blushed, if that had not happened already. Just like Catherine Tramell she was not wearing panties. She had pantyhose on, but considering how sheer they were, they would not truly cover anything. Not that such exposure would stop the Dean from performing at this point. Patrick instructed her how exactly to assume the pose and they were ready to go. The audience held its breath as the contestant slowly uncrossed her legs, then crossed them the other way.

“That’s right, darling,” the photographer encouraged her, “nice and slow.”

He was squatting right in front of her, aiming his camera right between her legs. This went beyond mere eroticism, but the contestant did not feel violated. Quite the opposite, this form of exhibitionism turned her on. Patrick seemed to be reading her thoughts.

“Show them what a naughty girl you are, darling,” he purred, “do it again, the other way.”

He stepped aside to give the live audience and the video camera a chance to peek between Patricia’s legs. She repeated the motion two more times. She was trying to be careful, but the short skirt made an upskirt inevitable. She was certain that everyone saw her nylon-covered crotch. That caused the Dean to do more than just blush, she could feel that she was getting moist. She feared that if Patrick told her to spread her legs, so he could put his camera there, she would not be able to oppose him.

“Gorgeous, darling,” the photographer praised her in a sweet voice, “you’re the queen of teasing. Now let’s try something else. Something that Cathrine Tramell wasn’t equipped to do.”

The audience remained silent, not wanting to spoil the mood, while Patrick went on.

“Stand up, darling,” when Patricia obliged, he grabbed the chair and put it aside. He instructed his model how to assume the new, sexy pose, so she could flaunt her curves and legs; the focus would lie elsewhere though. He approached her and opened an additional button on her shirt.

“Now grab your breasts, darling,” the photographer’s voice remained smooth and sweet, “softly, as if you’re just trying to support them.”

She obediently followed his instructions, no longer worrying about her reputation or career. She could feel that she was becoming hornier with each passing moment and it became nearly impossible to tell Patrick ‘no’.

“Good… gorgeous! Now fondle them, darling, softly. Very softly.”

Patricia’s nipples were already erect, but when she began to play with her breasts they became even harder. The photographer seemed to have noticed that.

”Now rub your nipples through the shirt,” he instructed her in a seductive voice, “run your thumbs over them.”

The Dean followed the instructions diligently. She could not hold back a soft moan when she touched her own nipples, even though her breasts still remained covered by the shirt. Of course the microphone could not miss the sound in the surrounding silence. The audience gasped in excitement, but otherwise remained quiet.

“Keep fondling them, darling,” Patrick urged her on, taking photos the entire time, “I know you want to show them what a naughty girl you are.”

The contestant was enjoying it on several levels. She finally got the chance to ‘test’ her enlarged, rejuvenated breasts; through one layer of clothes, but that was good enough for now. She was entertaining the audience, AROUSING them, and that in turn aroused her. Plus playing with her breasts was a form of masturbation and caused her to become even hornier. With time her fondling became more decisive. Patrick kept encouraging her in his seductive voice, while he shot photo after photo. The video cameras recorded everything from various angles as well. The microphones had a work to do as well, because several more moans escaped from Patricia’s lips.

Eventually the highly erotic photoshoot came to an end, so the audience could reward it with a loud cheer. Patricia finally released her breasts, her face was red and she was incredibly excited; and just as aroused. On one hand she was glad that it all ended before things went too far, on the other hand she was horny and unfulfilled, and the ending was rather anticlimactic. But even in her current state she understood that climaxing, no pun intended, on the stage would be crossing a serious line. Patrick kissed her on the cheek before leaving. He also grabbed her buttock and whispered in her ear:

“See you soon, darling,” he then left.

“A marvellous spectacle, Patricia!” said Frank, when the audience quieted down, “you outdid yourself. You’ll make a fabulous model in the future.”

“Thank you,” the Dean replied quietly, trying to compose herself.

She might have been drunk with arousal and thus care next to nothing about possible consequences, but unlike a drunk person she could still calculate. There was the Final Round ahead of her and she had an important choice to make. Until now all her mistaked looked plausibly innocent, but if she made one in the Final Round it would become obvious that it was deliberate. Was she willing to risk her career further to get a chance for one or two transformations? That was the question she was asking herself while Frank was doing the summary.