Fifth round

Taylor had watched the contest quite a few times. Most songs were lame, but overall the show was oddly entertaining; probably because of the competition. The problem was that he could not match the winners with the dates, so once again his answers were educated guesses.

Which country placed last at the 2019 Eurovision Song Contest? United Kingdom. Correct. Which song won the 2016 Eurovision Song Contest? If I Were Sorry. WRONG. Which country won the 2016 Eurovision Song Contest? Ukraine. Correct. What was the name of the artist that placed last at the 2017 Eurovision Song Contest? Levina. WRONG. Which country placed last at the 2015 Eurovision Song Contest? United Kingdom again? WRONG.

“Three mistakes again, Taylor,” the host announced, “you picked the golden ration over the gold.”

“It was not exactly a voluntary choice,” the contestant replied, but did not look too upset. More like someone who had accepted his fate.

“Neither will be the drawing. Draw three transformation cards.”

“Hips, Expansion, Bisexuality, Sexy Nails.”

“Do you like them?”

“I’m not sure. Hips and nails seem tolerable. I have mixed feelings about bisexuality. Though at this point I guess I might as well double my dating pool. I don’t want to risk drawing something worse.”

“We’re glad to hear that you embraced your path to bimbofication. Into The Chamber you go!”

Taylor was not resigned to his fate, that would be an inaccurate description of his state of mind. He had simply accepted the fact that the price for victory would be much higher than he had initially anticipated. The possible prize, on the other hand, would not be as high as he had hoped. The only way to fix the latter and improve the former was to give correct answers, and at this point he was unable to do that. He entered The Chamber hoping that during the remaining two rounds he would simply be lucky. The contestant closed his eyes and almost immediately felt his hips expanding. That was the only transformation he could actually sense occurring. Soon the door opened and he could see the results on the screen.

The camera initially focused on the lesser of the two physical transformations - Sexy Nails. They now had the same shade of pink as the catsuit. They were also visibly longer, but fortunately not obscenely long; Taylor should be able to use his phone without twisting his fingers at odd angles. The camera zoomed out, so everyone could see the other, more prominent, transformation. The contestant’s hips were noticeably wider and more feminine, although not yet as round as a fully developed woman would have. But together with the narrow, corseted waist they created an attractive image of slender femininity; the catsuit naturally was adjusted to Taylor’s new shape. The audience expressed their appreciation with a round of applause.

“Welcome back, Taylor,” Frank greeted him, “your two physical transformations look really good on you, don’t you think?”

“They do fit with the rest nicely,” the contestant admitted not-so-reluctantly.

“Wouldn't you like to test the third transformation?”

“Test it?” Taylor asked, but then realised what the host was suggesting, “oh! I think I know what you mean. And the audience would really like it, right?” he looked directly at the people in front of him.

An enthusiastic cheer was their answer.

“Trust me,” Frank said when the applause quieted down, “just like earlier you’ll love it even more than the spectators.”

Taylor indeed trusted him and was excited, rather than fearful, when he remembered what other contestants had experienced after the Bisexuality transformation. He could not hold back a smile when he saw another person enter the stage. He obviously remembered her name - it was Jasmine.

She was tall, muscular and curvaceous, her skin was dark and she had a seductive smile on her face. Her height was enhanced by a pair of incredibly tall stiletto heels, so despite the fact that Taylor also wore heels she was several centimetres taller. Jasmine had firm round buttocks and large, almost equally firm breasts, her lips were big and soft. Just like the contestant she was also wearing a latex catsuit, but hers was transparent, giving a perfect view of her dark skin; it made her look even more nude than if she was completely naked. It also offered a perfect view of her proportionately large penis; the cock was semi-erect and pressed by the fabric against her abdomen. The audience greeted her with a loud cheer.

“Hello, sexy,” Jasmine greeted the contestant with a seductive smile.

She approached him slowly, swaying her round hips to the sides. He watched her, mesmerised. Taylor had never been in a serious relationship with anyone, but he had a lot of experience with women. So when Jasmine walked right up to him his instincts took over. When she leaned in for a kiss his lips were already halfway there to meet hers. It was the first time he was kissing with a woman taller than himself, but that did not discourage him in the least. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss and their tongues began to mingle inside of their mouth. They both reached out with their arms and explored their latex covered bodies; ultimately their hands ended up groping each other’s buttocks. As their bodies clung closely to one another their breasts were pressed tightly as well. Taylor could feel that Jasmine’s boobs were much larger than his. He not only craved to touch them though, a part of him was also jealous! Just like their tits, also their cocks were pressed against one another, separated by two thin layers of latex. But while Jasmine’s became erect swiftly, Taylor’s could only strain against its cage. The pair’s kiss lasted until they both ran out of breath.

The contestant’s face was blushed and he could not find any words to speak; that did not stop him from acting upon his lust though. He reached out with his hands and grabbed Jasmine’s breasts.

“Go ahead, sexy, play with them,” she said and smiled encouragingly.

Her words only emboldened Taylor, he began to grope her boobs possessively with both hands; the audience cheered with appreciation. Jasmine pushed her chest forward and let the contestant play with her body as much as he liked. Taylor spent as much time groping her breasts as he had done earlier with his own. He did not fail to notice that her penis became fully erect and it was even larger than his own. His cock remained small and locked, though it kept straining against the cage even harder now.

Taylor eventually released Jasmine’s breasts, but he was too horny to finish the encounter just yet. He leaned for another kiss and she eagerly accepted his lips; it was just as passionate as the first one, although slightly shorter. Their breasts once again were pressed against each other and their palms explored one another’s bodies. When their lips parted the pair was rewarded with another round of cheers. When the audience quieted down Jasmine said in a sultry voice:

“It must be quite tight for you down there. What would you say to a little bit of release?”

Taylor had enjoyed being horny and loved being teased, but if there was anyone who could grant him the best kind of release it was certainly Jasmine.

“Yes! Yes!” he nodded his head enthusiastically.

The woman squatted down in front of him and reached out for the zipper at the crotch of his catsuit. She opened it carefully and gently took out his caged penis; the chastity was obviously pink. She fondled his hairless swollen testicles for a moment, then kissed the tip of his locked cock. Her tongue went through the small opening at the front and touched his struggling tender flesh; Taylor moaned loudly in response.

“There you go,” Jasmine said in her sultry tone, “this should do it for now,” she stood up, but remained close.

The contestant groaned with a mixture of arousal and disappointment, but did not protest.

“See you later, sexy,” the woman said in a voice which promised many wonderful things. She then turned around and began to leave the stage; once again she walked slowly, swaying her hips to the sides. The audience clapped until she disappeared behind the stage.

Taylor watched her the whole time, he was still breathing hard and his face was blushed. The zipper at his crotch remained open and the pink cage hung outside. He had to admit that it was no longer THAT tight once she took the chastity out from under the catsuit. Of course it did not reduce his arousal in the slightest. Frank had remained silent throughout the entire encounter and spoke only when Jasmine left. He decided that no commentary on recent events was necessary, so he simply asked:

“Are you ready for round number six, Taylor?”

“No,” the contestant replied with a lustful, dreamy expression.

The host smiled in response and continued:

“Which category?”

“Milestones of the Twentieth Century.”