Sweet Spot

"And the audience has selected....sweet spot!" Jack called as the votes tallied up, "How do you feel about it?"

Ali breathed a sigh of relief. This change would put her, sizewise, in the neighborhood of her sister. Sure there was an inconvenient side effect to that, but it was far from the most dramatic change she could have suffered. This would be very easy to live with.

"Pretty good," She answered finally. "This is definitely a change I can live with. Hell it might even be kinda fun."

Or so she thought...

As her breasts began to grow, they pinched against the sports bra she'd been wearing when she'd been **** to this farce. It was enough to lift her workout top just enough to expose a thin strip of midriff where they met her shorts, and create a valley of cleavage as they bulged against her undersized clothing.

That's when it hit her. Ali gasped. The pinching sensation from her bra turned into waves of pleasure that overwhelmed her. Thoughts of propriety vanished as her left hand vanished down her shorts and her right groped a breast. That turned out to be a mistake, as moment later, she was rocked by one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever experienced. Before she knew it, she was on the floor panting.

"So about that side effect," Jack said casually. "Your entire breasts are erogenous zones now. Might want to handle those with care. I think you'll find that bras are fairly difficult for you, and anyone who gropes you there will give you quite a thrill."

Ali struggled to collect herself. It was a struggle to even think. She at least had the presence of mind to reach up and undo her bra, which she pulled off as gingerly as possible. Even that almost tipped her over the edge again, and the feeling of the fabric brush against her bare breasts was a turn on.

Slowly she got up to her feet.

"You people," She said, "Are evil."

Jack smiled.

"Well, you could always earn your way back to normal. But for now, you've got at least 4 more boxes to open before you can go home. Care to take a shot at the next on."

As she stood back up at the podium, trying to ignore the thrill she got from every shift of her top (as well as the eyes that were almost certainly drinking in the sight of her tits pressed against it), she carefully looked over her options.

"I'll go with...13." She said, still panting.

Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Not a very lucky number."

Ali shrugged.

"The lucky one didn't do me a lot of good."

"Fair enough. Chrissi...show us number 13!"

Chrissi bounced over to the box in question and opened it, revealing a stick figure in the shape of a woman. Ali winced.

"It looks like the next change will be to your body type!" Jack said. "Boy it seems like you just can't win no matter what you do."

"Almost like the game is rigged or something." Ali complained.

Jack tisked.

"Now, now. Be a good sport. We wouldn't want our audience to think you were a sore loser, now. Who knows what they'd select then."

The board began to fill with options, this time with a description of what each did.

1 - Shorstack: Ali goes from a tall woman to a tiny one...with enhanced curves to make up for it.

2 - Forever Young: Instead of being a tall 30 something, our contestant will become a short teenager...and will stay that way perpetually.

3 - Soft Serve: Ali's athleticism will melt into soft, feminine curves. And most of her strength will go along with it.

4 - Busy Baker: Although she won't actually be knocked up, she'll get the swollen belly and milky breasts as though she were, and will keep them for the rest of her life.

5 - Life in Plastic: It's fantastic! Ali's smooth skin, smiling expression and stiff movements will give her the look of a doll come to life.

Ali gulped as the changes were unveiled. None of them were appealing. She could only sit back and wait on the results.

Author's Note: Please vote in the comments!