Transformation Results pre round 1: Part 3 Beth, Missy, Jessie and polls

“Becky’s transformations were just as much a nail-biter as Williams. From the bean-counting rock, we know that both races were tight. Both the integrated, which he got recent info on, and the external poll. Interesting difference, folks, ‘Piggy needs..’ has one more vote in the external poll. However, two is not enough to beat the two which people actually loved, ‘More shape, more spring’ and ‘Magical hormone balancer’. The winner is ‘More shape, more spring’, one of the ones you liked the least. It was a tie in our external polling, but took a confident lead in the integrated poll in the end. The master has vetoed it, making the text now as follows:

More shape, more spring: Rebecca’s fat gets redistributed to emphasise her curves more, becomes bouncier and more sensitive in a good way. She will never be able to lose the weight, but she can replace fat with water or other helpful tissues. For example, muscles or proper breast tissue. Remaining curvy, bouncy and squishy all around, even if the fat disappears.”

“That’s hardly better!” Becky shouts in anger.

“I would not allow him to do more; Allowing you to change from your future curviness would mean removing the negative that was implied totally. The master did alter it so you would be able to get a healthy fat distribution and, as a result, better future health outcomes. I need to check with the group working on transformations, but it might even mean that losing those tissues is harder due to the weight ratio not being one-to-one. You can still lose a few cm here and there with this. I did ask for feedback on this.” A goblin girl with purple hair saunters like she has all day up to the hostess and hands her a note. “Okay, yes, I was correct. Your body will actually have a harder time converting water-containing tissues into fatty ones.”

“Why?”

“Water is heavier than fat, normal cells and muscle even more so. Because it is water with things dissolved into it, this is the basicest of basic explanations. Still, it will mean you will get healthier as time goes on, IF you can get the other one and touch master regularly.”

“Can’t I just buy ‘Magical hormonal balancer’?”

“You can, but do you want ‘Piggy needs…’ to re-emerge in next round’s poll? If you buy a transformation shown in a poll early, before it was decided not to continue, it gets moved on. I know I didn’t say it, but I didn’t think it would be relevant this early since none of you has had a full boon list.”

Ryan asked, “So if I pick up ‘Character Creator’, what will be put in the poll?”

“Just, ‘Enjoy Nature’. Normally, you would have been told at the shop the moment you tried to buy it. At least one will carry over. So no more questions of the sort. Onto making the distribution of fat more pleasant to the eye.” The hostess exclaimed, pulling up our pudgy girl clad in black.

Becky’s arms wobbled, the fat distributing equally and some leaving to move into her breast. Her legs smoothed the fat but focused it in her cheeks and thighs. The tummy pouch that existed flattened and moved the mass to her bottom and bust. Said mammaries also firmed up and changed from elongated, long F-cups to round, bouncy F-cups, even with the added mass.

Becky calmly felt around her body. Her skin was sensitive, too sensitive for what she was used to; everything was more. She squeezed her arms; they felt firmer and did not hurt from the pressure, the same with her legs. Holding her breast in her hands, they kept their shape somewhat and didn’t try to sink through her fingers. A mirror appeared before her, and she saw herself and someone else. She still didn’t like what she saw, but it was better, less flabby. It had been enough; the embarrassment of how she looked was too much, and she turned around. This was new to her. This was a very positive change, one she could not see when she had originally read the transformation. “This might not be what I actually wanted, but thank you nonetheless.” She said as a genuine smile formed on her lips.

“I also want to talk to the master this way, ‘Magical hormonal balancer’ will actually do things for her that she will immediately notice, instead of helping with periods, fertility, and a whole host of other issues. Now it will also convert the fat into actual mammary tissue, changing the texture and making any lactation-based transformations easier. No, Shar, they are not planned yet. We will take bets on the gift if you send fan mail with gifts, though.”

“Now, Missy one was suuuuper popular, the rest was in a race to see which would win. Any predictions as to which those are?”

“No bitch I don’t.” She cursed at Syl.

“Well bitch is the one wrong answer since ‘A short leash’ won by a landslide. Second place is ‘in your face, cheater’, and the moving to the next round are the other two due to a tie, meaning I don’t have to look at the other poll since this one is exhausted.” The hostess placed a collar with a leash on the bitchy ex. The collar had no opening anymore, and as she dropped the leash, a reminder text appeared on screen.

In your face, cheater: Melissa will always know when Master is having sex with another person. Feel him fucking them and see it whilst she has her eyes closed. She can not touch herself while this is going on or orgasm until 2 hours later. This does arouse her; The more participants, the more arousing it is.

A short leash: Missy has been such a bitch. She needs to be kept on a short leash. Anyone who grabs the leash attached to her collar will be able to issue her orders that she has to follow. She can never be far from the last person who used this ability at most 10m.

William jerked the leash and said, “Stay shut and stay put until we move.” He didn’t want her to cause a scene because of this new decoration.

“William, that is no fun, but at least we know it works. The other one is hard to test unless one of our contestants wants to go down on Master?” Syll looked around, no takers and moved on.

“Jessie, being the masters favorite, I hope you enjoy what you get. Be glad we are not going off the integrated polling. You would be getting ‘Little Witch’ if that were the case. The external polling we did actually had this as last place for a while. We have a three-way tie for second. As such, the entire poll will move on except for our first place.” The hostess paused for dramatic effect. “I’m glad to inform you that ‘A tale of two Jessies’ won. This will also mean we have a repeat, except for their personal transformations.” At the mention of this, Jessie broke out in tears with a wide grin. They were so happy that it won. The rest wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t good.

Syl gestured for the person who was about to be two to approach her. As they stood in front of her, she grabbed their shoulders and pulled. As they were pulled apart, the two saw each other for the first time. The man extracted from Jessie had short, trimmed hair, a more prominent jawline with some peach fuzz, broad shoulders, no breasts, and slightly more slender hips than before, but in terms of clothing, he looked the same. The woman who was pulled from Jessie had the same shoulders, hips and face; however, her hair was shoulder length, her pants and briefs had become panties and a midi skirt, exposing her well-trained calves. To her shock, her binder was gone. The jacket would hide it okay enough. She felt awkward with the whole this was new, it was foreign. Never had she been this vulnerable, so openly feminine. The man, on the other hand, thought this was a normal Tuesday.

Between the two, text appeared.

A tale of two Jessies: Jessie will split into a male and a female part. They will be aware of each other's sensations, perceptions, and thoughts. When one feels pleasure, so does the other. For the sake of the game, they are one entity. Female Jessie will be unable to wear pants and briefs and will be required to wear skirts and panties. Her male counterpart will be the complete opposite of it. This can be resolved if they agree with Master who the true Jessie is. Both of them will receive separate transformations; options may be shared between them.

“For convenience more than anything, I will be together addressing you as the Jessies, the man as Jesse with an e and the woman as Jessica. Everyone okay with that?” Both of them nodded. “Good, what do you have to say about how you feel, about the transformation?”

Jesse started, “For me, nothing much has changed. Then again, I have not checked under my clothes, even if you perverts would love that. It doesn’t change our mind or anything, just the equipment downstairs. At the same time, I feel like I am missing something.”

Jessica continued. “I miss my pants. This sensation, this airflow, is foreign to me. I have never had the opportunity to dress like this, not even when I was young. Longer dresses, maybe, but this is shorter than I am used to. Not having my binder on, after months, also feels weird. Luckily, my breasts aren’t as large as Heather’s or Beth’s, so I don’t need a bra just yet. This is not to say we aren’t grateful.” She said, looking to her male counterpart. “It is just that I need to adjust. Some part of us wants Chris to immediately say Jesse is the true me, but… experiencing this… I want to experience this for a bit longer so I can truely way my options.”

Syl looked to Chris for comment, but he had been stunned; both had their charms, much like the old Jessie had. After a snap from the hostess, he rejoined the conversation. “I think you both look like you, but different aspects. Jessica leans more into the feminine Jessie kept hidden. Jesse is leaning more into the aspects my parents called tomboyish, but is now a full man. I wouldn’t call either the true Jessie without actually having met both.” A smile formed on both the Jessies’ as well as the Elf’s face.

There was a moment of quiet contentment before the hostess needed to move on. “Sadly, I need to move on. We still have one last thing to discuss before all of you can move from your butts and get into gear to explore, set up your tents before nightfall and in general interact with each other before tomorrow's first date arrives, the best contestant poll.

1. The Jessies 30 BP
2. Ryan 20 BP
3. Becky 15 BP
4. William 10 BP
5. Heather 5 BP
6. Missy 0 BP

Before I swap results, I want to add that in the integrated poll, Ryan and Becky were tied for second, and Missy and William were tied for last.

This week, everyone gets a 20BP bonus as a starter gift, and the master will get a total of 40 with this bonus. Which means the total ranking from today on is:

1. William 2 VP 30 BP
2. The Jessies 0 VP 50 BP
3. Ryan 0 VP 40 BP
4. Becky 0 VP 35 BP
5. Heather 0 VP 25 BP
6. Missy -2 VP 20 BP

Now we begin with the loser of the week, Missy. What day do you want your date to be?”

“The last one, I want to spend as little time with him as possible.” Missy sneered with disdain for the man she was addressing.

“Okay, we can do that, so day six. Heather, your preference?”

“In the middle is best. It gives me plenty of time to prepare and boost my VP if the challenge indeed lowers the VP for the loser. Day four would work.” The businesswoman planned mentally, looking at an itinerary she didn’t have.

“Consider it done. William wants time to plan to get on his good graces, or do you already have one?”

“I already have one, and it would be good to keep the momentum I built today, I guess, so tomorrow.” The coach feigned confidence as he spoke. He knew that if it failed, he might not be able to complete his dedication.

“Good, next up, Becky, when do you want?”

“I don’t care, whatever remains is that possible?” The woman seemed to ask for the floor.

“Sure is, sweetheart. So Ryan, when do you want to have your date?”

“Hmm… The third day gives me plenty of time to prep, so let’s go with that.” Ryan decided to take a note from Heather’s explanation.

The Jessies looked at each other and nodded. “We want the second day, and then Becky has the fifth.”

“Wonderful, that means that the schedule is William, the Jessies, Ryan, Heather, Becky and Missy, closes the week before the challenge. Now you guys are free to do what you want with your day.” Gesturing to a row of eight bags behind her, the hostess informed. “These are your supplies, other than the three tents. I hope you enjoy your stay.” After those last words, she disappeared.