Sixth round

“Thank you, Tiffany. I’m sure, the audience would like to see more and you seem to be eager to give them that, but you were previously equally eager to go on with the show. Are you ready for the sixth round?”

“Yes! Give it to me.”

“Pick the category.”

“It doesn’t matter. Might as well be Flags of Africa.”

“As you wish.”

As soon as Tiffany saw the first image, she said:

“I should’ve chosen Conquest of Space.”

Images two and three confirmed her in that conviction. The correct answers were respectively: Mali, Senegal and Cameroon, check for yourself how much those flags differ. Tiffany had ****, but to guess and she was unlucky each time. Flags four and five came as a relief, because they belonged to Tunisia and Morocco. The round finished with only two correct answers.

“Three transformations this time, chances for larger breasts are getting bigger.”

“Slutification of Clothes, Mental Drain, OH NO!, High Heels.”

“I get the feeling that you’d like to discard one of them.”

“Oh yes! Totally. Mental Drain, it’s terrible, TERRIBLE!”

“Let’s see what you’ll get in exchange.”

“Double Breasts Expansion and Double Hips Expansion. YES!!”

Tiffany literally jumped in joy.

Tiffany entered The Chamber almost trembling with anticipation. As her body and clothes changed she could also feel her crotch getting damper at the realisation. She would look so sexy, so desirable!

When she exited The Chamber and saw the image caught by the cameras, she froze. The sexiness of the woman on the screen was beyond her expectations. Her new clothes were undeniably slutty, the skirt was so short that it barely covered her buttocks, sheer pantyhose turned into fishnets, the blouse had an **** cleavage and also exposed her flat toned abs, the shoes had a thirteen centimetre tall stiletto heels. All of these only underlined her new curves; her magnificent D-cup breasts were barely covered and despite the lack of bra they stood proud and firm, their long stiff nipples poking through the thin fabric. Tiffany’s new hips gave her a wonderful hourglass figure and matched perfectly with the newly acquired muscles, her legs enhanced by the heels seemed to go on forever.

Tiffany not only strode like a supermodel back and forth on the stage on her killer heels; she also could not help herself and touched her new curves and even played with her breasts. The audience was going wild and she was getting wet, her thong was made of very little material and by the end of her spectacle it was completely wet.

“I don’t need to ask, if you like your new body, Tiffany. The audience loved your show and you seemed to be enjoying it as well.”

“I can’t say I wasn’t,” Tiffany replied with a seductive smile.

“Would you care for an additional challenge?”

“Sure!”

“Until now you have given twenty two correct answers and thus collected 1100000 points. You still have the Final Round ahead of you. If you manage to turn all the points into money, will you give us one more show, but this time skirtless?”

Tiffany did not even waist for the final “s” to fade away and answered immediately. If she had given it more consideration the answer could have been different, but in her current aroused state her thoughts operated in an unorthodox manner.

“Yes! With pleasure.”

“We’re all glad to hear it. To the Final Round then and good luck.”