Two. Two wrong answers this time.

Phuong stared at the screen in front of her. The music and the noise from the audience seemed distant, as if she was walking through fog. Two wrong answers.

This shouldn't have happened.

She still had two more rounds ahead of her, and the transformations clearly had started to affect her performance. Four transformations so far. Add another two now - where would that leave her? Everything could derail completely in a horrible, horrible way.

I mustn't change cards this time, Phuong thought. Drawing two was bad enough - doubling one of them would effectively almost double her conditions. And, as she had experienced, even the seemingly harmless ones had pretty nasty thorns.

"Two wrong answers, Phuong. The correct symbol for Tungsten is, indeed 'W'. And the radioactive synthetic element Darmstadtium was first created in 1994."

She should have known the first one, but the second question was simply perfidious. It certainly had not helped that the crotch rope and her piercings were irritated her. And her new sensitive nipples turned out to be very, very sensitive indeed.

"Please draw your transformation cards, Phuong!"

She knew the drill by now. There was no need to ponder and hesitate anyway. It was down to pure luck. She picked a card.

"Breast expansion," declared the big screen behind her. Jeers and cheers from the audience. Some people whistled. Frank put on his wolfish grin.

"Well, I must say, your rather modest boobs certainly could do with a little enlargement, don't you think?"

"No," Phuong replied. "But I keep it." She had been rather happy with her breast size. Or, to put it correctly, she had been quite annoyed in the past if anyone had suggested breast enlargement. As if she needed any augmentation to "please the eye". She didn't want to be that kind of woman. But once again, it was probably a relatively mild transformation given her small breasts.

She picked her second card.

"Lust induction!" The pink letters flashed and jumped over the big screen.

Again?

Oh no...

Phuong buried her head in her hands. Concentrate, she told herself. Focus. This will be important.

She had been determined not to switch and double a card again. This was exactly how the show tricked you. Throwing transformations at you until you became a bimbo, doubling and multiplying effects along the way. Two mistakes were bad enough, she shouldn't gamble on another double set - which, not to forget, she couldn't reject!

Phuong dug her nails into her palm once more. She had been able to suppress her arousal so far. Mostly. She could handle another level or arousal, right? How hard could it be? She had witnessed contestants going completely nuts and giving lewd and downright pornographic presentations on stage - but she suspected those women to be inclined to do that even before the transformation had hit them. Lust itself didn't make you loose all your inhibitions. It couldn't. That was still up to you. Arousal was distracting, yes. But she wouldn't give in. She had a job to finish. A task to concentrate on.

"I keep it," she said. Frank raised an eyebrow. "I must admit I'm surprised you do, but I guess you have your reasons."

Yes, I have my reasons, Phuong thought. Above all, I won't let you trick me into another double set of effects I can't reject. She rose form her seat and managed to walk over to the Chamber gracefully and smooth. Although the crotch rope did make her flinch almost completely unnoticed.

Once more, the now almost familiar whirring and buzzing. Her breasts tingled. She felt almost as if someone was tickling her and she suppressed a giggle.

Then she gasped. Her breasts had increased quite a bit. Not obscenely, rather to the size of some of her friends (whom she had always secretly admired for their nice and round shape), but still - noticeable. Her blouse seemed much tighter suddenly. And the ropes around her upper body felt tighter as well. Phuong closed her eyes. Her sensitive nipples were pressed against the fabric of her blouse, the shibari ropework held everything tightly... it felt wonderful! It felt... sexy and tempting and caressing. Wow, she thought. Is that what girls with bigger boobs feel all the time? Or is it because they altered my sensitivity?

She didn't have time to ponder that thought as the Chamber buzzed again. Once more, her whole body felt tingling and tiny grains of sand were rippling through every atom of her body.

Then it stopped.

Phuong suddenly felt her heart pounding as if she had been running a marathon. Oh, she thought. OH! OOOOH!

She was horny.

There was no other way to describe it. She desperately, urgently needed to fuck. The need was deep, deep inside her, at the center of her being, her raison d'être. She had felt lust before, but never something this strong, this urgent, this kind of compulsion. Her right hand went between her legs, rubbing. It felt good. Phuong moaned. She wanted more. More.

The doors of the Chamber opened. Fuck. Fuck! She slowly, agonizingly withdrew her hand. It felt as if it took all her strength, all her willpower and all her concentration. She would not put on a show in front of this audience. She. Would. Not. Submit.

Phuong took a step forward, and another one. Her legs felt wobbly, her pulse was racing, she felt as if everyone could hear her heartbeat. Just give in, the voice whispered in her head. Just give in and ask Frank if he fucks you. You know he'll do it. She shook her head. Tears sprang into her eyes. It was so hard to resist. So. Hard.

She walked to her chair, with a smile on her face. She couldn't hear what Frank said. He opened his mouth, but his voice was incomprehensible. All she could think of was sex. All she could concentrate on was to resist that thought.

She looked at the categories. Only those about films, music and movies were left. Not exactly her expertise. The last two rounds would be tough. But she had to try. And she had to focus. It was just so hard, while her mind was filled with lust and all she could think of... all she could think of...

[And all _you _can think of, dear reader, is to hit the "like" button below there, right? ... No? ... Damn, I guess mind control doesn't really work yet. Anyway, this is the quick reminder that authors are happy if they get a reaction from their readers. Feel free to like or comment...]