Subconscious laid bare - a petite blonde woman.

There was a reason why they surrounded contestants - or cuntestants as the overly excited Australian co-host was currently describing you - with lovely ladies. They wanted your conscious focussed on petite, lovely firm bottomed girls, girls with perfectly full and pertly rounded breasts on slim sexy frames. And that was where you were headed. Hair was blonde, complexion was tanned you would soon discover because your skin was becoming white and hairless as muscle shrank and bones shortened. Height. You were losing height. Yeah, small women were a thing that excited you… so you had reasonably expected to lose height… but not quite this much. And that’s when your manhood started to grow in a distressingly small direction.

“Oh well. Say goodbye to that for twenty four to life Luke.” Lisa said. “I am sad to see it going. She reached down and gently tugged your tiny but disturbingly erect cock.

“Oh…” you moaned in a higher voice. Your manhood was so small and so overly sensitive in her suddenly huge hand and you felt your aching balls tighten and almost burst with pleasure as they released the last spurt of semen they’d ever spunk, deflating into teeny tiny pleasantly achy things and pulling inwards and upwards to be repurposed as ovaries. “…oh fuck…” your voice quavered unsure of its octave, unsure how high it would settle. High and girly would be sexy as fuck you knew. “Oh fuck…”

“All in good time Luke. But looking at your engorged nether lips, let’s call you Loose Lucy. It has a ring to it.” Lisa Love said as your shoulders arched inwards and then hunched back more slender. Something softly swelling on your chest swayed and you looked down to see the diameter of your nipples expanding. Those nipples and the rounded flesh about them were the only thing growing. Swelling - that was not so swell though.

“Stop toying with me!” You gasped. “Leave me alone!”

“Toying… Now where would the fun be if you’re left alone… if this wasn’t shared?” Lisa Love asked as she licked her fingers. “I’ll let you in on this episodes surprise sweety… if you look up over my shoulder you will see a number of screens…” Lisa Love said with amusement. “People you know. Or more aptly people who you knew. An ex or two maybe. Perhaps an army ‘buddy’,” Lisa Love says. “Even possibly an old MMA rival of yours…”

You look up over her shoulder, glazed eyes focusing as your chest swelled. Who do you see on the screen?!