The results: the first half

A couple minutes passed as the votes from the audience came in, and the girls spent those minutes awkwardly hanging around in the arena. Sunny and Susie leaned against each other as they still sniffed and dried their eyes together, Bianca stood near them, a bit awkward. Ariadne tried to keep to herself at a corner of the arena, but Hyppolita followed her and offered some silent comfort. Harley and Valleyr were hushing, discussing their own transformations, but they weren’t any louder, or any calmer, than the other girls. Lin didn’t know what to do either, so he just fumbled with his fingers and tried not to stare at anyone as the host analyzed the votes.

After those eternal minutes passed, Chrissi came back.

“Welcome back everyone! Without any further ado, let us begin this round of transformations!” With a killer smile on her face, she extended a hand towards Hyppolita. “Hyppolita, my dear, my sunshine, my sugarcum, my second favorite redhead in the world, you know I love you, right?”

The cleric simply crossed her arms and scowled at the host. “Out with it, Chrissi.”

“You did incredibly well in the competition, but it seems you still haven’t learned how to play this game.”

“What do you…” a line of fear ran over the redhead’s spine as a sudden realization hit her. “Wait, don’t tell me…”

“Yes, going against all your pleading, winning with 47,1% of the votes, our lovely audience has decided to give you The Ring of Brass!”

The redhead banged her fist against the arena’s wall.

“Why? Why?! WHY?!”

“You don’t play with the audience Hyppolita, or they might just end up playing with you.” Chrissi said ominously. Then, she switched back to enthusiastic. “Now, let’s get this transformation round started!” The host snapped her fingers.

Hyppolita resigned yet again to this show’s rules. She stepped back from the wall and returned to be near Ariadne.

“So, what now? I don’t feel any different.”

“Now, dearie, I turn it on.” The bimbo gleefully snapped again.

At first it didn’t seem like anything was happening at all, but this facade didn’t last long. The cleric tried to put on a brave face, disguise her feelings. She clenched her fists, closed her eyes and shut her mouth, but it was for nought. Soon her legs buckled, she landed on the ground with a PANG from her armor. Her hips thrusted relentlessly into the air. She was biting her lip, her face was red, her eyes crisscrossed. She unwillingly released a loud, but soft moan, it almost sounded like she was singing as she did it. Then Chrissi snapped again, and it all went away in a flash.

No sooner did the onslaught of sensations stop, Hyppolita pulled herself up to her feet, obsessively adjusted her hair and clothing, and tried to act normally, all with the reddest face in the whole room.

“What the fuck, Chrissi! Why was this shit this strong?!” Her voice was still trembling a bit as she talked, but the redhead pressed on. She held a fiery look in her eyes, daring anyone present to point out any signs of what had just happened to her.

“Well if we had put it at a normal vibration rate, it wouldn’t have been half as decent of a show to our viewers now, would it?”

Hyppolita held up two middle fingers and a scowl towards the host.

“Silent acceptance, that’s what we like to see!” Chrissi continued. “Even though I may have triggered the ring this time, all other times moving forward will be random. The duration will be random as well, this time it wasn’t enough to make her cum, but some other time it may last for multiple orgasms. Who knows? The mystery is half the fun of it!”

“Fuck you, Chrissi.”

“You’d like to, wouldn’t you.”

More scowling.

As the host turned to present the next transformation, Hyppolita felt a tugging on her armor. Ariadne called her attention and simply said,

“Drop it.”

An intrigued look ran across the half-angel’s face.

“For Valleyr this is going to be more of a quickie.” Chrissi proceeded. “ The winner by quite a large margin of 52,9% was Misty Watercolor Memories.”

“Fuck yeah!” The elf jumped with joy and punched the air. Being unused to having such a voluptuous body, she jumped up and down without a care in the world about how her tits aggressively bounced alongside her, threatening to spill out of her dress at any second.

“Ops, ops, sorry.” The druid hugged herself (and her tits) as her jumping came to an abrupt stop, tugging the babies back to place before anyone could see something they shouldn’t. “They almost slipped here, hehe.” A definite groan of disapproval could be heard from the seats around the arena.

“As much as we all loved your little show, we ourselves have a show to run, too.” The host continued, moving the program along. “There isn’t much we can do right now to show the audience your transformation, but rest assured, tonight you will be guaranteed a dream with another contestant, and tomorrow you will feel a certain way towards them.

“And are these dreams going to happen every night for the rest of this game?” The druid asked with a certain concern.

“No, no, the dreams will come somewhat at random, but you are sure to get at least a few of them a week. The contestants who appear in them will be mostly random too, but we will try to keep it fresh for the audience.”

“Yeah, alright. Man, I can’t believe I got off easy on this one. The audience must really like me.”

“Well…”

“High-five!” Valleyr slapped Harley’s raised hand.

“Speaking of which, Harley is our last of the landslides this episode.”

“Oh really?” The clown asked. “The audience must really like me, huh.”

“In fact, they do. But we are getting ahead of ourselves, Best Girl is always at the end of an episode.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Harley had a coy little smile on her lips.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, we are talking about your transformation. Speaking of which, the winner for you this round was What a Strange Doctor, with an incredible 58,8%.”

“Alright! Back five!” Harley cheered as Valleyr outstretched her hand back and the two women high-fived each other while facing away.

Chrissi snapped.

“Why don’t you try it out, Harley?”

“Really?! Do I get a test subject?” She asked, giddy with joy.

Chrissi gestured to the other girls in the arena.

“Take your pick.”

Harley passed around the girls. Valleyr with a coy smile. A distant looking Ariadne. A still scowling Hyppolita. Until the anti-heroine stopped in front of Bianca. The black woman had her arms crossed, and a defiant look on her face as she stared down the clown.

“Hey, Boo!” Harley said with that exuberant smile of hers. “You wanna know something very interesting I learned recently?”

Bianca was going to quip back, but Harley was simply faster than her.

“I learned that, in my professional opinion as a former psychiatrist, police officers with incredible bazongas must always show them off in public. It somehow helps with morale. How amazing is that?!”

Before she could say anything, Bianca’s look immediately went from annoyance of having to deal with Harley again, to sudden realization. She quickly untied her shirt from under her breasts and let it fall down her shoulders, landing softly on the ground behind her. She went from crossing her arms in defiance, to having them on her hips and pushing her amazing breasts and her sweaty muscles forward for the entire arena to see.

Harley had her trickster smile as Bianca began to disrobe, but by the time she finished, the clown was half stunned by the view. So was the entire arena, for that matter. Bianca was simply slightly confused as to why everyone suddenly got quiet and was staring at her, but she couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong and, since she was a woman who was proud of her own body, she didn’t mind much anyways. It seemed to be helping with morale.

Chrissi cleared her throat.

“Bianca, dear?”

The cop turned to her.

“Harley’s wrong.”

With another flash of realization, Bianca instantly covered her chest with her hands, bent down to scoop up her shirt, and tried to hide herself by pressing against one of the walls of the arena as she got dressed, but plenty of attendees got to stare down at her, not to mention audience members through the various camera angles. All the while, the former police officer was fuming.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t put that shirt back on just yet, Bi” Chrissi addressed her.

“Oh, fuck me! I got that Comfy Titty transformation, didn’t I? Fucking sexist, objectifying piece of shit show…”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Then… what does being naked have to do with anything? What are you going to do to me?”

Chrissi had a devilish smile up on her lips.

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Author’s Note 1: I’m posting this at midnight for myself, but I’m still leaving the vote open until morning. These were the results that couldn’t be changed except for an overwhelming amount of votes, but the others are very much open to change in the next 10 hours or so.

Author’s Note 2: To the person I mentioned last chapter who suggested the awesome Sunny transformation, I also loved the one you submitted this time as well and will 100% be including it when the next challenge comes around. I also showed it to a couple of the other writers of this story, and me and Sho in particular think you would make an awesome branch on this story if you would like to try, you are very creative.