The Die is Cast

"Let's start with one choice that blew every other choice out of the water. Which of course, means that we will start with you, Callie!" Yuki leans forward, the slightest part in her yukata showing skin. Callie looks up, shocked. "Wait, what?"

"Oh, well, maybe we might've made the choices a bit too... unbalanced for you. We will try to tailor the choices in the future better, but I think you can be quite happy with what you did get. The choice that won for you was Fantasies Come True."

"Wait, isn't that the thing where I realize I had weird fantasies from the start? How does that work? Do I like act or...?"

"...Oh, no, no, no sweety. When we say that you've always had them, we mean always." Yuki quickly interrupts, hoping that the idea of acting quickly leaves the viewers minds. "So how about this. What type of books do you like to read?"

"Oh, well I'm a real sci fi and fantasy nerd. I like Lord of the Rings, Dune, 2001, I liked Eragon when I was younger. Harry Potter was fun. Douglas Adams is great, I enjoyed Pratchett and..." Yuki snaps her fingers. "...Fifty Shades of Gray was a fun read, I took my friends to watch it in the theater though they sort of groaned on the way there. They turned out to like it, though they were still embarrassed. I really liked Twilight as a teen, but as I've grown older, I think the writing doesn't really hold up. The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty and the Story of O are probably some of my favorites now."

"Enough, enough, I know you're enthusiastic. Now, how do you feel about your chances moving forward?" Yuki smiles, as she holds up the microphone to her pretty prey.

"Oh, well, I think I have a pretty good shot, and the idea of the show is pretty hot. Though part of me wonders if Ben is up to the challenge, he seems like he might need a firmer hand. Though really, I wonder if this transformation will really help me. I mean, maybe they just reinforced my underlying thoughts?"

"Oh, I'm sure the audience is more than happy to watch you moving forward." Yuki smiles, before moving on. "Though don't feel too bad, you aren't the only one with a mindfuck coming."

Yuki stands in front of Yua with her jacket unzipped. She had zipped it during the break, but everything had reset, except the water that hydrated them. "Now, you've proven to be something of a fan favorite, with more votes than everybody but one. Now, do you have any thing to say."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to fight. Please, just let me go..."

Yuki's hand reaches out touching Yua's forehead.

"O-genki des ka?" Yuki asks, only for Yua to answer, "Nani? Genki des."

The subtitles reveal that Yuki asked 'How are you feeling', only for Yua to seamlessly answer in Japanese 'What? I feel fine'.

After a moment, Yua realizes what just happened. "Wait, no, it's not..." "Yes, it is possible, and you have found yourself Turning Japanese, I really think so." Yua can't help but begin to cry, as she looks up at her captor. "So that means I'm..." "Yes, your emotions will change too. And your feelings toward your beautiful Goshujin-sama as well." Yua is even more devastated, as now she realizes that those words mean, beloved or respected master. Though she also feels her nipples pebble and her skin flush beneath the coat, as she is reminded of her white master.

"Now, while I know that you all find the mind very sexy, let's move on to a much easier change to show. Maricela, I'm going to need you to stand up."

"Please God, no. Please, Father in heaven, spare me..." Maricela stands, her voice coming up as the spell of silence made to keep the audio clean fades from her.

"Enough. Though, I'm sure quite a few listeners like the idea of a religious woman, especially a mom. Though let's just say that our listeners have an idealized version of that trope in their mind. While I sort of wish that we got you to be our little milky milf, Frump no More won. There's always next time. Now, to work our magic."

Yuki makes a wavy fingers gesture, though it is not necessary. The camera quickly cuts to Maricela, her voice muted though her lips still moving in a pantomime of prayer. Her jacket was given to Yua, who briefly squeaks before the silence hushes that sound as the jacket moves to be tighter fitting, exposing her legs and genitals as the fabric tightens. Maricela's top morphs from t-shirt into tank top with the added humiliation of the words Got Milk? across her breasts. The tank top moves up her stomach, exposing her midriff. Just as quickly, the winter pants around her hips move from her belly button down to hug her hips, which they do so tightly. The material morphs from wool to denim, as they turn into jeans.

"Not quite Mom Jeans, but I think our audience would prefer being a bit outside the box considering the point is to display the eye candy. Now that we have a revealing window, let's play with the canvas."

Her belly, while not fat, soon recedes even further, until she is fit, with the slightest bit of muscle visible. All of that maternal weight seems to move up and down, to her breasts and to her hips. Her breasts settle at one cup size higher, at DD while her ass is absolutely massive now. If she was an hourglass before, now the sand is really thicc. And supported to, as the sag from her breasts and ass fades away, leaving her tight and perky.

"Remember, caring about your appearance is part of your change. So the days of loose fitting comfortable jackets are gone. The age of tight denim and leather pants is in!" Yuki says. Maricela for her part, has her eyes closed. She only opens them when Yuki lingers for a moment. "Can I go...?" Yuki quickly answers, "No, I think I'll have you on display for a bit. You'll be a nice compare and contrast. Now onto our next contestant..."

"Now, Ashley, if you could stand up and stand next to Maricela? We're going to make you look gorgeous, just like her."

Ashley stamps her foot, but she finds her body moving. As she stands there, she looks Yuki in the eye. "Fine, make me into your doll. It's clear that you're a bunch of sick fucks..."

Yuki quiets her with a finger on her lips. "Now, now, don't insult the audience. Did your little slut brain not take in what happened to Yua? Now, be thankful that I'm a kind and gracious host. A bit of lip plumping as a bonus."

Ashley's lips grow against Yuki's finger. A finger that soon moves down, brushing her jacket to the side before settling just above her breasts. As her finger dips into Ashley's cleavage, her breasts begin to grow. Up to Maricela's original D, then to her current DD, then up beyond that to DDD. "Can't have you losing to some milf, a bimbo should have bigger funbags." Her finger traces along her stomach, her already tight stomach growing tighter as though some invisible corset pulls tight. "Now, I will have Maricela keep the edge in the hips department though. They do call them birthing hips for a reason." Her finger continues its journey, moving along her back then landing on her ass, where she cups it. The cheek expands in her hand, her ass growing until no one short of Maricela can challenge her. Even Callie is now smaller than her. Her hips soon join her.

"Stop, please, you're making me into some freakish wet dream... I love it. My body is so hot now. No man can look away from me now." She giggles. The contestants stand aghast, as she changes from scared to almost ecstatic in the span of a single sentence. "Though I'm not sure about this whole thing, at least you give me a pretty nice body. Now let me go."

Yuki only shushes her again, and then indicates the two women for the audience. "Now, the ideal female form, quite a bit More to Love, am I right? Though I will say, I will try to keep the contestants diverse, wouldn't do to have Ben's 6 course meal consist of 6 versions of the same dish."

And with that, she waves the two women to their seats, both adjusting to sitting on inflated asses. But the body transformations aren't done. "Monica, please join me up here."

Monica, for her part, stands, not actively rebelling like Ashley or crying like Yua, but trying to put on a brave face. Yua only smiles at this. "Now, for you, you might actually have the most **** change of everybody here. Made to Order has won for you. You'll take on the appearance of your partner's fantasy in the moment."

Monica braces for her to touch her, to change her into some terrible fetish doll. But nothing happens. Yuki, smiling at how her contestant looks at her confused, explains. "Now, there are some ground rules to your new power or curse, however you think about it. First off, if you are in a group of more than 3, you will stay as your original self. This is to prevent you from becoming a horrible monster that is both young and old, 1.5 meters tall but with 1 meter long legs, a small face with a larger set of eyes. So for now, you're safe. I'm sure the viewers at home might be disappointed. But when you are in 3 or less people's presence, you will slowly grow to a midpoint between their desires."

"Now, as for the words in the moment, I'll say this. You will find yourself gradually shifting, so that after 5 minutes, you'll look like the 'Monica' version of their fantasy, so maybe you might get a small increase in breasts, get a few accessories, dress how they want. After 15 minutes, you'll start to lose your original nature, looking like their ideal fantasy. Though there are limits. While I know some of our contestants are straight or at least straightish, no turning into a man or even a futanari." Most look in confusion, except for Yua, who blushes, not wanting to have fully understood that word.

"After you leave their presence, you'll find yourself returning to your old self. Now because the human mind is a remarkably fragile thing, I'd try to not stay in one person's presence for too long, as there's nothing stopping you from finding out that a certain person's fetish starts to rub off on you. Now, that is all, you can sit." Monica, looking frazzled, but feeling like she might've escaped, sits down. Which leaves two people left. And Yuki walks over to Ben, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Ben." "Uh, yeah?" "You're getting more harem members, in the future, time TBD." "Uh, ok?" "Good." Yuki says this quickly, almost like it is a formality. And it is clear she knows what she is doing.

"Now, to our last contestant." Yuki stalks forward, before rubbing Emma's face, the gag still in place. "Here, let me remove that for you." She reaches around, unbuckling a gag that had no buckle a second before, and removes it. Emma works her jaw trying to ease the tension in her jaw. Yuki talks as she is distracted. "Now, no talking, I want you to know that you've had the closest race between two options. I'd say that this might be an East vs West fight, as one is very much a trope in anime, while the other is very much one in western media. But as is fitting for our setting, it looks like the eastern choice won. Cold Exterior, Cute Interior has won, and I can't say I'm disappointed getting to see you expose some gap moe."

Emma can't contain her anger, yelling out, "What in the fuck is that? You can't just..." Yuki slaps Emma's ass, as she cries out. She teeters on her heels, before falling over, right onto Ben's lap. The woman in a suit looks like she is about to get a spanking from her new master, as she finds herself dazed over his lap."Ow..." She looks up, only to see Ben. "Oh, sorry, I guess I tripped." She tries to shift, only to rub her breasts on Ben's leg and slightly hike up her skirt with the effort. Ben's hands move on instinct, helping her to begin to sit up. His firm, manly hands move to her arms, just shy of her breasts, which pebble with his sure movements. "Oh, uh, you don't need to do that, I've got it handled, I don't need your manly hands on my arms. Or anywhere else for that matter."

As she tries to ease herself up, her hand rubs along his leg, only to find something hard within his pants. "Oh, shoot, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... uh, touch your thing. I'm really sorry, it won't happen again, probably." She fully sits next to Ben after a bit of effort, only to feel the effect lessen. "What was I..."

Yuki interjects, her hand wrapped around Emma's shoulder. "Now, the effect is mainly around your Master, but it also can trigger with his harem. Now, because you will rarely be alone here, you will grow cuter and more clumsy the more people are around you. Think of it as the opposite end of Monica's change. So with one, you might find your mind almost completely yours. Two and you might find yourself throwing in a cute word every conversation. Six and you are like the real life version of this trope. And with your master, well, it might get a bit ridiculous."

Emma looks at the host, but doesn't raise her voice, the terrible nature of this quickly becoming real to her, as she wonders just what she experienced. It was like she was her, but she can't help but cringe at just how stupid she acted. At how she lost who she really was.