She discards the card.

"I am rejecting it," Phuong said. "I draw two new ones."

She had an aggravating feeling of dread in her stomach. For a short moment, it even suppressed her raunchy thoughts. This was a high stake gamble. She could end up with a double mind drain and everything could derail completely. Maybe she should have taken those stupid slutty clothes... But it was too late now anyway. The machine in front of her presented a new set of cards. And she had to draw two.

The audience had stopped talking, there was an eerie, tense silence, full of expectation and curiosity. For the audience, this was all just a game. They were hoping for something spectacular. Phuong had to hope for something tolerable. Change of eye colours maybe. A minor body transformation, larger hips or thicker buttocks.... there were, come to think of it, not that many subtle changes in the deck. That's why she had been so determined not to change any card, unless it was something truly awful. And yet, it was now the second time she had broken that rule. Well, both cards hat been awful. Somewhat awful.

The pink screen behind came to life. "Enlarged Areolas" it read. Phuong let out a sigh of relief. That... that sounded almost like one of the best things which could have happened. Wow. Was this maybe even the proof that the choices were indeed, after all, pure coinicidence? Just a random algorithm, based on luck? No stacked deck? Phuong thought she could hear the disappointed murmuring of the crowd in the dark around her, but she was still too tense awaiting the second revealment... "Rope bunny!" the screen proclaimed. Some laughter, a few jeers. Still, Phuong's first reaction was relief. No mental drain. No submissiveness. No slutty clothes.

"Aaaah, what an interesting choice," Frank commented. "Na, na, so maybe we do see you chained up before the night is over? Or at least tied up?"

She gave him another grim smile. The tension slowly left her body, she became aware that she had gripped the armrests tightly. This result is rather clement, she thought. A changement to her breasts that would be hidden under her clothes (decent and modest clothes, thanks to her decision), and a change in sexual preference which should hopefully be more or less confined to the bedroom. Alright, she'd be fascinated by people tying her up. She could work with that. Wasn't the whole country into BDSM since that boring 50 shades thing?

"Please go in the Chamber," Frank said. Phuong rose from her seat and stepped into the strange room. The doors closed. The whirring and buzzing started. At least the audience's voices and the music from the show were subdued here. She felt, once more, the distinct tingling on her skin, as if fine sand was somehow pouring through every cell in her body. She looked down on her modest breasts, but hidden as they were under her blouse, there was nothing to see. But as the tingling stopped, her already sensitive nipples felt chafing even more intensely against the fabric of her blouse. Mechanically, she reached for her left brest, and the touch of her finger sent a wave of arousal through her body. She bit her lips and had to suppress a moan. Her fingers continued to play absent mindedly with her nipple and the new nipple ring. She sighed. The feeling was incredible.

She heard the whirring once more and let the tingling wash over her body. It lasted longer this time, as if cells inside her had to be disassembled and recalibrated and... The tingling stopped. Phuong gasped. She felt the tight embrace of the body self bondage body harness that she had put on herself this morning, when... She shook her head. No, wait. There hadn't been any ropes on her this morning. Or course not. But there were now. Her hands reached for her ribcage and she could feel the familiar... no, the unfamiliar feeling of the cotton ropes encircling and caressing her upper body and down to her... Phuong froze, shocked, confused, and exhilarated at the same time, as she felt the crotch rope sitting tightly on top of her clit piercing. A sound escaped her lips that could have been a moan or deep-throated gasp of arousal.

The door opened. The spotlights blinded her. Applause and laughter from the crowd made her step forward without thinking, out of the Chamber, onto the stage. Her nipples felt stiff, her face was flushed, her thoughts were reeling.

"Welcome back, and another round of applause for our brave contestant, the lovely Phuong!" Frank exclaimed. "As we can see here by the barely hidden shape of the ropes under her blouse, Phuong is obsessed with bondage and couldn't resist ornamenting herself for this show!"

"Exactly Frank, I had to do it this morning, when...," Phuong stopped, mid-sentence. What she said didn't make sense. She closed her mouth. And yet, in her mind, she remembered how she had put on the body harness with meticulous care, a spicy and exciting addition to her appearance in the show. Except that, she could _also _remember that she hadn't and that it would be downright suicidal to do such a thing and to risk distracting her...

The machine had played with her mind.

She knew that this was exactly what had happened to other contestants, but feeling the impact directly on herself was mind-blowing and frightening at the same time. She remembered two realities and she had the creepy notion that one of those realities would soon fade from her memories... Phuong stared in shock at Frank, her eyes open wide. But the moderator didn't seem to notice or decided to ignore it.

"My, my, aren't you a naughty little rope bunny, Phuong," he smirked and then turned to the audience. "The other transformation, the enlarged arealoas not only does what it says on the tin, but also has a second side effect: The boobs become much, much more sensitive and easier to stimulate - as we can see by those lovely nipples pushing against our girl's blouse, yearning to be set free!" Laughter erupted from the audience.

Phuong sat down and the motion of her pelvis immediatly stimulated her crotch rope sliding against her clit piercing - a jolt of pleasure rushed through her body, intensified by the immensely arousing feeling of tight ropes on her skin. She couldn't help but opening her lips and letting a deep, intense moan escape. For a moment, her eyes lost focus. "Fffff... ffffuuuck!" she sighed.

She suddenly realised that the transformations which she had rated as harmless or benign formed a horribly effective and dangerous combination. Increased lust induction, combined with super sensitive breasts, adorned with nipple piercings, plus the piercings on her nether lips - topped with her new obsession for ropes, completed with a body harness, encirceling said sensitive breasts and her body, including a crotch rope teasing her sensitive clit. Her boobs and her crotch basically were constantly sparking desire and arousal. She dugged her finger nails in her palms to prevent her from touching herself. But even that was not enough to drowse the fire.

"Fffffffff... iiiiiiifffff," she whined, staring at Frank with pleading eyes. It had been a stupid idea to put the ropes on this morning, Phuong thought. An enticing and daring, but stupid idea. She should have known that they would be visible under her clothes and also distract her. She had felt way too overconfident.

"Go ahead, touch yourself, if you want to," Frank encouraged her. It took all of Phuong's willpower to shake her head. "Nnn... no thank you," she replied firmly. Or - it was supposed to sound firmly. She couldn't help but thinking that it sounded rather meek.

"Alright, as you please," Frank said, smirking. "Next round?"