Girl Math and Married Minds

Rowynne looked at the options. They really had created a range of options, going from terrible to livable to a dream come true. Her gut told her that Jack was going easy on them, allowing options that wouldn’t ruin their lives, or at least change them for the worse, where for previous contestants all the options would have been devastating. Thinking logically, having to walk around with a dildo down her throat that stopped her from making any other noise than some gurgling was quite a bad predicament, but the transformation would make it so that if she didn’t do that she would be seen as indecent. So while the compulsion was bad, she would easily get away with it. In fact, if she didn’t sate her need it would be like walking around with her dick out. She didn’t have one of those anymore, though, she thought happily. The equivalent now would be walking around with her tits out, which ironically was perfectly alright and wouldn’t land her in any trouble. She wondered what people would think, looking at her. It must be confusing.

She was so very happy to see that the terrible options were also unpopular among the audience. It wasn’t just Jack that was going easy on them, he was just adjusting to what was popular. Possibly.

She squeezed Claire’s hand. Her fiancée squeezed back. Rowynne felt her presence and support next to her. When Girl Math won, Rowynne jumped up with joy and embraced her. She had to suppress a moan when the enthusiastic movement shifted the toys inside of her, but that was besides the point. Girl Math had easily been her favourite. Before she transitioned she had often wondered whether she could ever truly be a girl, even if she changed her body. She hadn’t grown up as a girl so she would never truly know what it was like. She would never have developed the lived experience of women that had been born as their assigned gender.

Or so she had thought.

Girl Math would change all that. It would be like she had always been a girl. Tears of joy sprung to her eyes.

For her the vote had actually been pretty close, with Bimbo Cloud and Heart Eyes not too far behind the winner. Neither of those would have been particularly terrible either, but she was simply overjoyed with what the audience had chosen for her. Claire’s vote, on the other hand, had not been close. It decisively had landed on Married Minds. The audience at every turn had chosen to bind them closer together. Rowynne didn’t mind that at all either. It would help with communication while she was ‘dressed’.

“Look at that! It seems Rowynne at least is very happy with her results!” Rowynne nodded vigorously in agreement to Jack’s conjecture. “Before we activate the collars, however… Claire, you know what to do.”

Claire nodded, she gave Rowynne a grin, crescent-pupils glittering. “Both Heart Eyes and Bimbo Cloud are very tempting. The prior seems like it could be used for some great opportunities, but the second seems just way more fun.”

She looked pensive for a moment, before coming to a decision. “Ah, what the hell, let’s go with fun. I’ll pick Bimbo Cloud.”

“Excellent choice! We’re all just here for fun, aren’t we? Just keep her away from Chrissi, I don’t think the girl could handle much more.” Jack grinned. The camera zoomed in onto Chrissi’s face, which was scrunched up in confusion as she tried to figure out what Jack had meant. The audience laughed at the comically cute expression.

“Let’s see it then!” Jack snapped his fingers.

Rowynne felt her collar heat up briefly, the heat spreading to her head. For a moment it felt like she was developing a headache, then it passed and she blinked, looking at the world through new eyes. She assessed Jack and took a step closer to Claire. She now saw him as a much more threatening presence than she had before. She was also aware that she and Claire should probably wash up, Princess Perfect and Pristine Whore were only good for so much, and she should think about a morning after pill if she wanted to avoid getting pregnant, as they hadn’t used protection. Then she rethought that last sentence. Fuck protection, she’d love to get knocked up. What a strange thought, but so very hot.

Oh I’d love to knock you up, if you’re not already pregnant already, we’re going to make sure you are. It was a foreign thought, but familiar at the same time. Her eyes snapped to Claire’s.

My love? Rowynne thought.

Yes baby, it seems that Married Minds does exactly what it says. Look, I’m seeing a hottie. An image flashed through Rowynne’s mind, she saw herself from up close. A beautiful, pink girl with small horns, long pointed ears and heart-shaped irises. There was a light pink mist drifting off her skin. This must be how Claire saw her. She tried to send Claire what she was seeing through her own eyes.

Damn we look hot. Claire thought back at her. Rowynne wholeheartedly agreed. She loved their new look.

“Hey now,” Jack addressed them, “We’re going to need your outside thoughts. Be good girls and don’t get stuck in your own little world. In fact, Rowynne, why don’t you take a walk around the audience? We’ll ask Claire a bunch of questions that you will know the answers to, but she shouldn’t. If you two leverage Married Minds well, however, it should be a breeze.”

Knowing better than to ignore Jack’s suggestions, Rowynne gave Claire a quick kiss, a more awkward affair with the dildo stuffed down her throat, and descended from the stage into the audience.

Being on stage had been surreal, detached from reality. Everything was larger than life, exaggerated, and oversexed. There was Jack in his colourful suit and his slicked back hair, there was Chrissi with her too-tight mini dress and her too-big boobs, and everything was a hot, pussy-melting, bimbo pink. As soon as she left the stage all that was gone. Black framed studio equipment, grey linoleum flooring, slightly outdated patterns on boring fabric seat covers. It was like the studio had been designed to be as boring as possible to bring out the stage in even greater contrast. Even worse, the audience was filled with people. Regular people. Dressed as if they were attending some other regular talk show talking about news or gossip or somesuch. Wearing their regular clothes. Wearing clothes. Jeans, skirts, blouses, t-shirts.

Rowynne was deeply aware of her nudity and her exoticism and her femininity, surrounded by all this normalcy. She stood out terribly.

She felt their eyes on her, roaming over her exposed flesh. She might be dressed decently as per the gameshow’s rules, but that didn’t stop people from eyeing her up with clear interest. She couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. She wanted to run back to Claire, hide in a bedroom and have her fuck her brains out. She felt so embarrassed being seen like this. She pressed her legs together. Her thighs were slick with her arousal.

She had to start walking, right? That was why she was sent here. Not to be stared at.

You can do it, baby. Claire’s mental encouragement reached her. It gave her strength. She started walking. One foot in front of the other, up the aisle. The carpeting was coarse under her bare feet. She was vaguely aware of Jack talking, explaining the types of questions Claire would be answering. The speakers magnified his voice out to the people around her, but she herself couldn’t hear him over the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears.

One foot in front of the other. It wasn’t hard. She’d done this a million times before.

She focused on just doing that. One step at a time. Up the aisle, between the audience. Each step the dildos inside her shifted, rubbing against one another inside her body. She was vaguely aware of the sound of Jack talking, but she wasn’t really listening.

You’re doing great, love. Claire’s thoughts penetrated the haze of her mind. Now be good for me and turn left here, move down the row to seat 36.

Rowynne obeyed. Having a goal helped distract her from the attention. At least it did at first. Moving down the row meant getting very close to the lucky people sitting on that row. She had to almost get into their laps to get past them. When people noticed that she had trouble moving past they got up off their seats to give her more space, which was almost worse as now she ended up face-to-face with them, or face-to-chest in the case of most men. She really had become shorter.

She quickly noticed the effect she had on the people around her. She had no idea if it was because she was hot, or if it was the effect of Bimbo Cloud. The latter had come into full effect with her own spiked arousal. A thick steam of pink smoke drifted off her skin and spread between the audience. She could see erections strain against pants and hard nipples poking through thin shirts and thicker bras. She could practically smell their arousal.

People weren’t idle either. Her ass got grabbed at least three times in the ten or so seats she had to pass and one older man grabbed her breast, she would have moaned out if her throat wasn’t stuffed. One row down she was pretty sure noticed a lady fingering the girl next to her as the two watched her walk between the seats.

When she reached seat 36 Jack asked her to check the size of its occupant’s cock. Sitting there was a handsome young man, around similar age to Rowynne’s own. His face was flushed with arousal, but there was no particular bulge in his pants. When, after he gave his consent, she checked in his pants she found out that he was wearing a chastity cage. His little dick seemed to be struggling in vain to rise against it. She projected the thought to Claire, who responded to Jack’s question, correctly.

The other questions followed a similar pattern, they required Rowynne to move through the audience and do a detailed inspection of some desperately aroused audience member’s anatomy. She had to measure dick sizes at least three times, breast size once, inspect someone’s nipple piercings and check the possible vibration settings on one couple’s remote vibrator. At some point Claire was told to wear a blindfold, just to make sure she wouldn’t be able to see as Rowynne had to inspect the lingerie of a conservatively-dressed middle-aged lady. It turned out the lingerie belied a far more kinky side to the otherwise boring looking woman.

By the time Rowynne returned to the stage she was sure the audience was about to dissolve into a massive orgie. One she would be all-too-happy to join in on.

“Excellent! Excellent! You got all your questions right! A married couple properly united can truly face anything.” Jack exclaimed. Claire meanwhile took her blindfold off and pulled her fiancée close. Rowynne whimpered in arousal. Claire stroked her hair.

“I think that means it's time for your next case! Which one would you like?”

Claire looked at their options. There were only seven options left at this point. It was still basically random. She pointed at the third from the right. “Lucky Number 7.”

It was the back arrow. Claire dismissed it. She liked their current transformations, they were hot as fuck and Rowynne’s effect on the public was really just fun. So she moved on to the next case. For that one she picked the rightmost option of the remaining six.

“Case 18.”

Chrissi revealed the pink image of a string puppet. Compulsion. Well fuck. That would have been a nice one to use the undo on.

“Well well, Compulsion! Let us see our options. I hope the audience is not too distracted to vote.” Jack grinned.

Compulsion - Rowynne

1. On Your Knees. Rowynne is a good little slut, and obedient as she is she will spend a lot of time on her knees. In fact, let’s just take away her ability to walk or stand altogether.
2. Idle Hands. Unless her hands are otherwise occupied, Rowynne will always be masturbating herself. She may be playing with her toys, and if she isn’t wearing any her fingers or tail will do just fine.
3. Size Demon. What’s Rowynne’s limit? She’s eager to find out. Whenever Rowynne sees a dildo or dick that rivals the largest thing she’s stuffed up her cunt or ass she will get an overwhelming need to see if she can fuck herself with it. Additionally, she will have a need to test her limit that builds over time if she doesn’t fill herself up nice and full.
4. By the Chain. Rowynne will be **** to obey anyone holding her chain, so long as they are holding her chain. The compulsion fades as soon as they release it.
5. Cuddle Crazy. Rowynne will feel uncomfortable if she isn’t holding someone. She will always need to have someone to hold or feel old and shivery. Claire better leaves her with someone trustworthy if she

Compulsion - Claire

1. Baby Envy. Claire is just as fertile as Rowynne, but while Rowynne is going to get pregnant a lot, Claire will get that itch also, wishing her own belly would swell nice and round.
2. Total Domination. Claire was made a domme by Rowynne, but only towards her. Let’s expand that. Claire should be a domme in general, using her forceful personality to subject the people around her to her will. She will need to assert her power and control in any situation she is in.
3. Golden Queen. Claire and Rowynne are rich, but for how long? Claire will constantly need to buy herself expensive things. She will not be satisfied unless she has ensured for herself a life of complete luxury and golden splendour.
4. Lipstick Welcome. Claire will make out with people by way of greeting. She will continue making out until her lipstick is smudged and she has to fix it.
5. My Slut Will Pay. Claire will be compelled to offer Rowynne’s sexual services in terms of payment whenever she needs something and she will follow through with any such promise she makes.

Vote here for Rowynne: https://strawpoll.com/wAg3QMrv1y8

Vote here for Claire: https://strawpoll.com/bVg8BADM3yY

A/N: Sorry for the delay, I kinda ran out of steam and life got busy, but I wanted to at least get this out before the end of the year. I hope that in the coming year all your horny dreams become reality like they are doing for Rowynne. <3