Sixth round

“Thank you, Karen” Frank eventually interrupted “we’re happy that you enjoy your new skill. Ready for another round?”

“Oh, sorry. Yes.”

“Which category?” the host patiently asked.

“Maybe Countries by Population?”

Mental drain could not be blamed for Karen’s failure in sixth round. Most likely she would not have been able to answer any of the questions even with her initial intellectual capacity. She was supposed to give the population of the following countries: Uganda, Niger, Gabon, Honduras and Turkmenistan. She guessed five times, but was lucky only once.

“Four transformations this time. Draw the cards.”

“Cute Voice, Fetish: Nylon, Jewellery, Double Shrinking.”

“Let me explain another novelty on this list. This fetish will compel you to wear as often and as many clothes made of nylon as possible. Since you’ve already undergone the Double Slutification, it will make a nice combo. Do you like the transformations or do you wish to discard ONE of them?”

“I don’t like the shrinking, I want to be tall.”

Somewhere in the back of her tiny mind, Karen understood that with inferior intellect she would not be able to dominate even her subordinates. She at least wanted to hold to the illusion with towering height, even though she had already lost five centimetres from her initial 180.

“Draw two new ones then.”

“Butt Expansion, Waist Narrowing.”

“Awesome! I’m sure, the audience will love you with an hourglass figure. Into The Chamber you go.”

When Karen walked back onto the stage, she was altered as significantly, as previously. She had a magnificent hourglass figure, her already slim waist had gotten even thinner, her firm buttocks got rounder and so did her hips. She was now wearing only a pink, patterned bodystocking. It was nippleless and crotchless, just a tiny thong covered her crotch. The jewellery was different, that what people usually imagine under that term. Instead of earrings and bracelets Karen had a silver collar that had “Fuck me” written on it. The panties were see-through, so the camera could see the piercing in Karen’s clitoris; it also zoomed in on the golden chain that connected her now pierced nipples. Her once pale skin now had a strong, but healthy tan.

“How do you like your new transformation, Karen?”

“I’m… not sure. There’s so much of it. Oh!”

Her voice sounded cute and bubbly, but in a sexy way. One could not issue any commands with it, but statements like “I wanna go party!” would most likely sound just right.

“I sound… weird.”

“Maybe you could do another performance of your flexibility in your new outfit?”

“Yes, sure, why not.”

Subconsciously Karen understood that such performances are the only thing she could now excel in, so she jumped on the occasion to impress.

And impress she did! Karen spread her legs in all possible positions and directions, giving the audience a perfect view of her bimbo body, covered only by the thin transparent fabric of the bodystocking. The audience cheered and clapped enthusiastically.