Transformation Round 1, Part 2

Skye

“Skye is up next.”

This is it. Time to see if my future lady love is a monster. Please, my Lady, save me.

Francis wraps an arm around Skye’s shoulder.

“For the first several hours, there was a tie. It would have been interesting to resolve it given how incompatible one of the aspects of each transformation are, but, helpfully, we had a clear winner. With 47.6% of the vote, the winner is Agent of...”

“Stop, Don’t even finish it. Veto.” Francis hands a slip of paper off to the mean lady. She reads and scowls, “You are trying to erase the whole point of the transformation with this, Master. This is completely unacceptable.”

“What you are trying to do is completely unacceptable,” Francis growls. Softer, he turns back to Skye, “Hopefully you can forgive me for this one.” The offers another slip of paper, refusing to break eye contact. My future lady love is trying to protect me. He really cares.

“This one is better, but still unacceptable.”

“That is as far as I’m willing to compromise. Meet me halfway here or I swear I will try to find out how many times I need to bash your skull in until you stop regenerating.”

That spooks the mean lady. “Fine.”

The screen updates with the new text:

Agent of Eilistraee – Skye is transformed into a Drow elf. She gains the light-sensitive darkvision, knowledge, and skills of a Drow. Her devotion to Eilistraee changes to include a component of sexual adoration. Skye is granted a magical short-sword with the following additional characteristics: the short-sword has a throwing range of 60 ft. The sword has 3 charges. A charge can be spent while throwing the blade to guarantee a critical hit on a target or a charge can be spent while not in Skye’s hand to have it return. Charges can only be regained when Skye uses the sword hilt to masturbate to orgasm (Duelist Class – Level 0).

He saved me from a terrible fate, but what does that mean? I’m going to be worshiping The Lady sexually? Not sure what the class change has to do with anything either. Hopefully, my future lady love can explain what he was thinking.

Then the change starts to hit. It starts as a huge tummy ache. Skye bows over in discomfort. Soon enough, lilac starts to creep across her warm ivory skin, overwhelming and replacing her old skin tone. It radiates down to her hips, up to her chest. Her hips widen slightly, taking on a curvier form. When the lilac tone hits her breasts, they expand. Her nipples turn indigo. The new color spreads down her arms, her legs. She feels is creep up her face. The strands of hair that she can see fade into a stark shade of white. She feels her ears grow, reshape themselves into points. She feels something fall out of her special place and clang on the marble floor.

The changes are not just physical. Skye closes her eyes as knowledge and human lifetimes of memories flood her brain. She struggles to maintain her old identity. The new memories say that her Moms are really her great-great grand nieces, required to supervise their not yet old enough to be an adult elven great-great-great aunt. She’s spent 18 years on the farm, yet she also spent slightly over a hundred. It hurts.

She feels a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” Francis asks.

Skye puts her hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze. “Thank you, my future lady love. I’ll be fine. Just need another moment. Thank you.”

When she feels ready, she stands. Then she opens her eyes and nearly collapses again. The pain is searing. Everything is just too bright. She doesn’t even realize she’s screaming. She feels hands cover her eyes, not her own. “We’ll figure it out, Skye. Already coming up with a plan.” The direction of the sound shifts as Francis continues, “Look after her for now, okay?”

Indigo

“Last up before all the Master stuff, Indigo.”

Indigo begrudgingly walks up to the veijito, still fuming from the notification she got this morning. Now it’s a 2 VP penalty for every insult. Meirda.

“Frankly, the audience didn’t know what they wanted to do with you. All 3 options were at least tied for 1st place at some point. And the final vote tallies were basically equal. But, we do have a clear winner. At 37.5% of the vote, A Fox in the Hen-house wins.”

The screen updates:

A Fox in the Hen-house – Indigo has a fetish for kitsune? She deserves a little indulgence, don’t you think? Indigo becomes a kitsune. She gains the fun fox ears, pointy teeth, and floofy fox tail one would expect. She also gains bonus spell points from consuming the sexual fluids of others. Later transformations may grant her additional kitsune powers and tails (Fox Girl).

Fuck, yeah! Smexy fox girl, here I come!

A transformation similar to Josie’s takes place. Soon enough, Indi has black tipped fox ears, longer canines, an enhanced sense of smell, and a singular floofy white tipped fox tail. She’s a little disappointed that her tail fur matches the color of her hair instead of being the typical foxy orange, but some hair dye will fix that. She saunters over to Tina.

“Hey, wanna let me taste you down there? Need to figure out what spell points are.”

Tina makes a face of disgust. Well, fuck you bitch.

Francis

Francis is stressed. He wishes he could have done more. Just one more surprise and we can start trying to figure out all the nonsense that has been shoved our way.

“That just leaves the Master. Ariel has requested to handle the Master portion of the transformation ceremony personally. Is that all right with you, Ma’am?”

Beckie, half asleep with a mouthful of hard candies in her mouth, mumbles, “Sure.”

Sibyl shimmies “off stage” as Ariel pulls herself out of one of the water tubes in the bathhouse. She puts on a professional looking smile (or, as professional a smile one can have when one has shark teeth) as she shimmies towards the stage.

“Enjoying yourself, Master?”

“Not particularly.”

“Don’t worry. I bring you many, many presents. First, your veto transformations. You have 2 of them coming your way, as you used both of your vetoes already.”

Already? That’s certainly foreboding. “What about my vote?”

“Patience, Master. Dinah and Skye, time to put in your requests.”

The sense of dread in his guts increase as he watches Dinah and Skye think on it. Skye, hard to read most times, mostly continues scrunching her face to keep the brightness of the room hurting her now way more light-sensitive eyes. Dinah gathers her compatriots and they huddle, whispering.

“Um, Mrs. Ariel?” Skye asks, apparently coming to some sort of decision first.

“Just Ariel is fine, Skye. We don’t do honorifics like that.”

“Okay. Um. I should have believed in Francis more and picked something out in hopes that he would save me like he did. I can’t exactly read right now. If I tell you what I want, can you find the most appropriate transformation to do that for me?”

Francis pinches the bridge of his nose. This can only go poorly. The sinister change to Ariel’s smile confirms it as she responds, “Sure.”

“Thank you. So, Francis speaks too low. My future lady love needs a beautiful singing voice. Do you have something like that?”

“We do, Skye, we do. Any particular effects to the singing, or just have it pretty?”

“Magic is dangerous. Rather not have it mess with Francis more than necessary.”

“Very well. Adding it to Francis... now”

The screen updates to display the new transformation:

Good Vibrations – Just because he is the Master, doesn’t mean he gets to be a pillow princess. For him to give as well as he receives, he certainly will need the practice. The Master’s current singing range is C2 (low C) to D3 (bass D). Every time the Master eats out the pussy of one of his contestants to orgasm, his vocal range (both speaking and singing) will shift up in average frequency by 1 full note. The Master will also experience subtle changes to his vocal cords, nasal cavities, tongue and sinuses to improve other aspects of his voice; as a side effect, he will become supernaturally good at carpet munching. By the time the Master’s voice finishes shifting, it will be of a quality equivalent to a professional full lyric soprano singer (Progress: 0/14).

Well, that certainly accelerates things.

Dinah coughs, then offers, “I’d like to write the transformation out. Would that be okay?”

Ariel summons a note bowl at Dinah’s feet. “Sure. Go for it.” Dinah carefully scratches the verbiage into the sand, then presents it to the mermaid.

“Cute. Gonna need to tweak it a smidgen. Francis, I hope you enjoy this one.”

After a few minutes of conversing in a language he doesn’t understand, the screen updates to add the other veto transformation:

Such a Good Mistress – The Master has several issues that need addressing. While using a magical sex show to solve those issues is not the healthiest way of going about things, it can be certainly effective. The Master now has a praise kink. Whenever the Master is sincerely complimented on his feminization, he will experience sexual arousal. The more sincere the praise, the stronger the effect. He will still remain highly unreceptive to insincere flattery.

No progress note? So, it’s just there? Don’t feel any different.

“Care to test it out, Dinah?”

“You did such a good job on your make-up this morning, Francis. You’ve really nailed the natural look.”

That hit so differently from the pajama compliments. Like liquid sex poured straight down my ear. And... I’m at full mast. Fuck. Glad Skye is still closing her eyes.

“Next up, Master, is ‘activating’ your punishment. Don’t worry. Your audience vote will not affect it. Dinah’s may even help with handling it if they don’t take it too far. Here you go.”

The new transformation is added to the screen:

Identity, Interrupted – The Master gave into his gross masculine instincts to save a helpless **** slut. That obviously needs to be fixed. A secondary personality has been inserted into the Master’s head, one that focuses on developing his feminine traits and denigrating any remaining masculine features. This personality will remain until the Master considers herself female. Every time The Master orgasms due to another Feminization transformation, this personality will become stronger, exerting a larger influence on his decision-making ability. Upon 10 such orgasms, this personality will be nearly all-encompassing (Punishment. Progress: 0/10).

Was that sarcasm when Ariel said activating? Wait. Fuck. That’s gross. Like my gross man-bits being on display. What was that?

“Before we apply our final Master transformation for the ceremony, we need to roll some B-roll for the audience. Broadcast crew, go ahead and start running it. Here, Master, you’ll be needing this for when the footage is done.”

Ariel shimmies over and hands Francis a vial of glowing red liquid.

“What...”

“Health potion. Flavored with orca blood. You’ll see.”