Birthday Suit

Ali watched the votes be tallied in absolute dread, and her anxiety only rose as she watched the worst option of all take the lead.

"Looks like Ali's getting her very special 19th birthday party gift. Because the winner is Belated Birthday."

Ali's heart sank, before panicking so much that not even the magic calming effect of the game could keep it in check.

"Please! You can't do this! This is way too ****! Even for this show! You can't make me..."

But whatever Ali was going to say next was lost as she heard the sound of ripping. Looking down, she saw a tear expanding down the front of her oversized shirt, starting at the opening for her neck. Her bra was exposed as the chest portion of her shirt was torn in two. It then traveled further, showing off her midriff. Meanwhile, another tear was going down the back of her shirt, showing her bare shoulder blades and bra straps.

In a matter of moments, the torn shirt fell off her, leaving her torso in nothing but her bra. The scattered remains of her shirt continued to tear itself apart as it hit the floor, until the pieces were smaller than dust.

Her shorts were, of course, next. The large pants began ripping up from her legs, making them shorter and shorter. Soon it looked like she were wearing booty shorts, before they too tore themselves a part.

Ali blushed beet red as she stood in front of the crowd in her underwear. Worse still was how much worse she knew it would become.

And worse it did. Before she could preemptively cover herself, her bra straps snapped apart, and the cups popped off, jiggling her tits with newfound freedom.

Instinctively, she covered her melons with her hands, forgetting about her Sweet Spot punishment. As her hands made contact, she pressed them a little too hard, and sent a massive bolt of arousal through her body. Unfortunatly, her panties split apart before they could catch the moisture from her wetting pussy, causing it to drip onto the floor.

"N-No!" Ali cried in humiliation, shock, and arousal. She put one hand down to her wet crotch, while using her forearm to try and cover her tits. She quickly realized to her dismay that she wouldn't be able to cover her ass. With only two arms, and a glass podium, she couldn't hide all three of her private areas.

"Y-you perverts. You god damn perverts! All of you!" Ali screamed at Jack, and then the audience.

"Hey, don't judge us yet" Jack said in mock offense. "We still have the second part to take care of."

"What are you planning to... AAHHHH!" Ali began before shrieking as her entire body started tingling. Her muscles disappeared into a more feminine frame, which was progressively becoming more exaggerated.

Her legs grew longer, as her 19 year old ass became fuller. Her hips widened and waist shrunk. Her blemishes vanished, leaving her skin flawless. Her tits then began to grow, even more than her first punishment had endowed her with. She let out another grunt of arousal as the inflating fun bags pressed against her arm. Soon her huge mameries had taken on the perfect blend of firm but soft, with larger areolas.

As the changes completed, Ali couldn't help but stare at her new body, momentarily forgetting to cover herself. Her previous transformed body had at least partially mimicked herself at a younger age, but this busty form was completely alien.

"Tee hee. You're naked" Chrissi giggled like a school child, breaking Ali from her trance, and making her cover her front again, having given up on her ass. Meanwhile, the entire audience started hooting and hollering at her sexy exposed bod.

"I hate you!" Ali spat at Jack.

"Why? You should be thanking us. Do you know how many 19 year olds would have killed to be that stacked. Puberty was especially kind to you."

"Please! Please give me something to wear!" Ali begged, despite knowing it was futile.

"Even if we did, you wouldn't be able to wear it. It would just rip to shreds like your old outfit" Jack beamed.

"You god damn perverts" Ali repeated in dismay. While she had at least been able to rationalize a way to live with her previous punishments, this was completely life ruining. How was she even supposed to function in society if she wasn't allowed to wear clothes. "I never would have written you to be this cruel" she added.

Jack laughed. "Ignoring the fact that you know that's not true, you aren't the only written here sweet cheeks. Now then, it's time for the next case. You still have quite a few more before you're allowed to quit."

Ali looked up at him with seething hatred. She could feel her resolve growing. No matter how many cases it took, she wouldn't stop until she got a reward that would let her erase this latest curse.

"That one" she said, pointing with her finger while doing her best to keep her arm covering her nipples.