TF Results Part 2

“Now, I have two vetoes every round, instead of the usual one per round. However, my vetoes are a little bit different! Instead of replacing one transformation with another, the contestant I use my veto on will get two transformations instead of just one! And I’ll show you how that works with our delightful goblin Glyka!”

Glyka’s ears drooped slightly upon hearing that, but she said nothing. She quickly and inconspicuously tried to shrug off her cloak and drape it over her arms, not wanting it to be torn or transformed. It did have Aldir’s symbol on it, and she didn’t want it to be defaced. She had seen what had happened to Adalheid. They all had.

Ginelia gestured to the nervous goblin. “In a close but decisive vote, Sir, Yes Sir beat Shortstack, Goblin Edition in the poll! I will use my veto to give almost everyone what they want--Glyka will receive both of these transformations! Attack the Weak Point will carry over to the next transformation poll.”

As she spoke, the text on the screen changed to show the descriptions of the two transformations.

Shortstack, Goblin Edition--Glyka’s breasts and ass will grow dramatically, giving her an hourglass figure and shortstack body (Goblin).

Sir Yes Sir!--Glyka will become aroused by the Master’s words of praise, by following his commands, and by calling him Sir. (Squire/Paladin)

Glyka braced herself to the best of her abilities. She felt that strange but not-unpleasant tingle spread across her boobs and butt. She shivered as her assets grew rapidly, both on top and bottom. Her clothes tore apart, having been made for a goblin with a much slimmer build than the hourglass shape she now had. Her hidden dagger hit the stone of the courtyard below her with a thunk.

To protect what remained of her modesty, she put one arm, the one holding her cloak, over her now-large breasts, and hid her crotch with her other hand. Even though her cloak obscured it already, she felt that the hand was an extra layer. Her now-massive ass was exposed to everyone, but she wasn’t sure how she could cover it. She was glad that her teal skin did not show blushes, but she felt hot all over despite her clothes being reduced to rags.

She looked around for Caelan. Maybe he could help, since he was already walking toward her to check on her. But would Ginelia let him? She stopped him from helping Adalheid earlier.

“Glyka, are you alright?” said Caelan. “I--I can protect you from the cameras, or cover you with the cloak, or something.”

As he approached, Glyka noticed something else about him. He had a bright red blush that stood out even more on his pale gray face. And then she looked down, and saw that his pants were tented. Was he…enjoying this? And wasn’t this something she’d always wanted from him? To see her as a woman and not a fellow adventurer?

She took a deep breath. She wanted to hear it from him, even if she could see the evidence. “Sir Caelan?” she said, and felt a powerful, pleasurable shiver, that started at her pussy and spread throughout her body. With a pause to take a deep breath and clear her head, she continued. “Would you please…” she needed another pause, another breath, “...hold my cloak? Would you like to?”

Seeing Adalheid, Ionanthe, Galatea, and now Glyka in either revealing clothing or states of undress, all within moments of each other, caused Caelan’s face to flush and his cock to visibly strain in his trousers. Even though he’d tried to pinch and scratch himself and think of the demons and their acts, it was not enough to dispel his arousal. And now, Glyka was offering to remove her cloak, so he could see her in all her glory. His cock wanted him to rip the cloak from her hands, but his mind and heart prevailed.

“Are you sure?” he said, looking into her amber-orange eyes, looking for any sign that she wanted him to wrap the cloak around her instead.

While there was some nervousness in her gaze, it cleared away when she nodded. “I’m sure.”

Gingerly, he took the cloak off her arm, unveiling Glyka to everyone around them, even the audience through the cameras. As he did so, she shook off the tattered remnants of her clothes. Before the transformation had taken effect, Glyka had been beautiful in a slim, athletic, roguish way. Now, looking at her newly voluptuous body took Caelan’s breath away, and made him worry that his cock would rip through his trousers.

“You look…nice,” Caelan finally said, not trusting his voice to say any more.

Glyka showed her boobs to the master: +4 VP

Glyka showed her ass to the master: +4 VP

First contestant bonus: x1.5 VP

Glyka showed her pussy to the master: +6 VP

First contestant bonus: x1.5 VP

Public nudity: +8 VP

First contestant bonus: x1.5 VP

Boots still on: -x0.5x VP earned

Total: 25 VP

Glyka barely registered the series of happy chimes and the one sad chime in her mind, which signified the windfall of points she had just earned. All that mattered was the sudden rush of pleasure through her entire being, when Sir Caelan said that she looked nice. She let out a soft moan, closing her eyes. And then she remembered where she was, and her eyes fluttered open as the euphoria faded away after a few moments, before it, and she, could climax.

“It looks like you’re enjoying your new transformations, Glyka!” said Ginelia. She then turned to Mahja. “Now, Mahja, I hope you’ll like your transformation as much as your friends like theirs.”

“Bring it on,” said the half-orc with a brash grin. From what Mahja remembered, none of the transformations on her list would strip her or change her clothes. Only a little voice in the back of her head reminded her that any transformation she received would affect her, no matter how small it was.

“I like your enthusiasm, Mahja!” said Ginelia. “For you, the winner was Only for my Master! Red Esker Tradition is on the next round TF list, while Lustful Rage is available for you to purchase in Sassafras’s store.”

As Ginelia announced the results, the screen changed to show the winning transformation’s description.

Only for my Master--Mahja’s behavior will be unchanged toward anyone else, but she will feel the urge to be submissive to the master. (Submissive)

Ginelia snapped her fingers, and Mahja felt a faint tingle, but then nothing happened. Mahja looked at herself, then at her surroundings and the other contestants, then at Caelan.

“Huh?” said Mahja. “Is something gonna happen?”

“Well, your transformation is our second behavioral one. It will only affect how you act toward the Master, so worry not.”

Adalheid hissed. Why wasn’t Mahja stripped like she was? And why were Ionanthe, Galatea, and especially Glyka taking all of this in stride? Was the goddess playing favorites?

“Thanks, guys!” said Mahja to the camera. Third place was not bad at all. Then she turned to Caelan, and then felt that she needed to wait for him to speak before she did.

Caelan, meanwhile, breathed a sigh of relief. Mahja’s clothes weren’t going to explode off her. Even if the thought of that was…nice. And the transformation was…he didn’t know what to make of it yet. He was not sure if now was the time to try it out. Would Mahja even want him to?

“Last, but certainly not least, is Emilie!” said Ginelia, turning to the princess.

Emilie, meanwhile, shrank on the spot, hugging herself in renewed fear after seeing her friends and allies transformed. Would she somehow be stripped naked and paraded before the camera, even though none of the transformations as described would do that to her? She looked up at Ginelia’s announcement, and her violet eyes met Caelan’s red ones. He gave her a warm, comforting smile. It was not enough to comfort Emilie, not completely, but it was enough to bolster her resolve. She turned her gaze to the goddess, and schooled her features into a neutral expression.

“Emilie, your poll almost ended in a three-way tie! But there was one winner when it ended, Falling Petals of Maidenhood! And I will use my second veto to give you Ass-ertiveness Training as well! You’re going to learn a lot with these transformations! Princess of the Dark Castle will carry over to the next round’s transformation list.”

As she spoke, the screen shifted to show the description of the winning transformations.

Falling Petals of Maidenhood--Emilie knows little about relationships, sex and sexuality, being a sheltered princess. Now, she will strongly desire to expand her knowledge on these matters, and at least once a day, must actively seek out a “learning opportunity”. (Ingenue)

Ass-ertiveness Training--Emilie must speak her mind and be honest and assertive, or else receive a spank on the bottom, one spank per offense. (Queen)

Right before Ginelia snapped her fingers to transform Emilie, she winked at the princess. Emilie’s jaw dropped open from the surprise, and she almost didn’t feel the sudden tingle that faded as soon as it started.

Inside, her mind was abuzz. How would she go about asking for sexual knowledge? Would messing up the request make the others think she was a slut? An inadequate future queen? What if Caelan was disgusted with her for being too forward? Or thought her a fool for being too shy? What if--

No. She could not think like that anymore. She’d wanted the Assertiveness Training, and not just because the idea of Caelan spanking her sparked a pleasant heat between her legs. It would help her become a wise queen.

“I suppose I will learn a lot thanks to you, my lady,” said Emilie, trying to keep her voice calm and level.

“I’m glad you accept the transformation, Emilie,” said Ginelia. She then turned to the other contestants and Caelan. “And, my dears, all of you can call me Ginelia while you are Master and contestants on the show!”

Ginelia then turned to Caelan. “Like the rest of your harem, you are going to be transformed as well. Your winner is Telepathic Heart. Proficiency in Sexual Arts will remain on the TF list. Upgrades to Telepathic Heart will also be added to the TF list. Improved Lay on Hands will be in the Master’s section of the BP shop.”

The screen shifted once more to remind the audience about the winning transformation.

Telepathic Heart--If and when Caelan declares his love for a contestant and the feeling is mutual, they gain a weak telepathic connection and can feel each other’s emotions when near each other. Further boons can strengthen it.

Ginelia snapped her fingers, and Caelan felt a faint tingle across his body, and then nothing. “I guess that makes sense. I haven’t declared my love for anyone yet.”

“Of course. This transformation may be a slow burn--but I noticed that you said you haven’t fallen for anyone yet. You’ll have plenty of time to fall in love with them over your nightly dates.”

Ginelia then turned to the camera. “As Ionanthe won the First Impression poll, she will get the first date on Night 1. The rest are randomized, and you’ll see the order on the screen!”

The screen shifted so that the master, audience, and contestants could see the date schedule.

Night 2: Galatea

Night 3: Emilie

Night 4: Adalheid

Night 5: Glyka

Night 6: Mahja