Transformations Part 2

Tick tock tick tock, the minutes weaned away as the women sat around the flickering fire pit. A few slurped pensively from their cylinders of soup, savoring, cherishing the last few moments as their current self as they could.

Then like a tree snapping from frost, Boudica lunged from her chair, a knife hidden by the sleeve of her jacket. The razor-sharp point aimed directly at Stan.

She only got half way before she found herself frozen in place, a brave attempt halted before much fuss could be made of it. Even the women of the circle hadn’t yet recoiled in horror from the scene, not until they saw the knife glinting against the white backdrop of the dock. There there were yelps, and a scramble for safety, but did, or could have saved Stan from his fate.

No, nothing human could have stopped Boudica from doing as she pleased. That took an empire, and where that was absent only the host could take it's place. Skylar sighed, as she held out her hand. “Boudica why do you act so rashly? Isn’t it better for us to talk things out like friends rather than…”

As she spoke Stan did a lunge of his own. He jumped from his chair, and held his arms wide like he was about to dive into the lake. Only he was holding himself Open for Boudica and her blade. He fell forward, aiming to let the momentum and weight of his fall finish himself off.

“Cripes!” Skylar whined, holding her other hand out to catch him, just barely in time. His throat was maybe half an inch from it’s final destination. “Come on you two!”

Boudica cast her wild eyes at Erica. Both of Skylar’s hands were occupied holding the two of them in place. If Erica acted she could end this all right here. What would happen next? Who knows? But what unknown was worse than slavery?

Erica felt her body rising, instinctively, but before she could rise and run around the fire pit she felt Joan’s hand on her shoulder, which pinned her back down to the seat.

That was all the time it took for the moment to pass. Skylar puppeted the two back to their seats, and let out a nervous giggle. “You know how to keep a girl on her toes!” She snapped her fingers, and Boudica was suddenly holding a bright pink dildo, the knife was gone. “I can see you get antsy when you’re not the center of attention."

Boudica, not of her own free will opened her mouth, and began to suck on the dildo like it was a lollipop. She made big and exaggerated expressions as she licked and drooled on the thing.

“That’s good.” Skylar smiled, and motioned for the camera to get the shot. Skylar checked her wrist as if there were a watch on it. “Looks like it’s about to wrap up. Let’s go ahead and make that our opening shot, in three, two…”

Boudica’s eyes were wide and she shook her head trying desperately to dislodge the dildo from her lips but it was all for nothing. The whole world got an excellent view of her loving on the thing, and many a dick rose in jealousy at the thought.

“Welcome back everyone! Boudica here is just so excited to hear what you all chose for her! I think that’s how she wants to think you all personally for your votes. At least the boys, she still needs a little training before she knows how to thank a lady properly.”

The camera cuts back to Skylar. “But there’s no need to keep you cuties waiting any more. The votes are in, so let’s see how you shape our contestants for their coming challenges!”

“Good news for you Cleopatra, you no longer have to wait around for the audience to transform your opponent’s. You can do it yourself now! For the low low price of 5 BP you can upgrade anyone’s traits! For Ten you can max them out” Skylar had a sly grin on her face. "I'd just say be careful, you don't want to drive them insane too quickly."

Erica looked over at Joan. "I don't think we've ever had upgrades explained to us. If Cleo can fuck with us in such a way, I think we deserve to know." She was trying to ignore the river of guilt running through her, and the nasty look Boudica was sending her way as she slurped at her dildo.

"It was all in the rule-book we left with your welcome package."

The Schoolgirl blushed, remembering exactly what she'd done that night rather than read up on the rules. "Well, some of us were busy playing the game and didn't have time to read your welcome literature."

"One other season I watched had them," Nzinga spoke up. "They're just what they sound like. They take one trait, and make it bigger in some way. They make the lust more intense, the breasts bigger, provide alternative functions, stuff like that."

"Fuck." Cleopatra sighed. "That sounds so hot."

They all gave her a concerned look. Over the past week, they'd been able to harm each other in the usual ways, but this was the first time any of them could harm the others in a supernatural way. Now Cleo with the swipe of a credit card could deepen any of their descents into hell.

"What?" She looks at them defensively. "I can't help it, I didn't choose this."

Helen

Princess of Troy

As the other girl who got a fetish-type transformation, I feel for the woman. But it is pretty scary to think that she holds our fate in her hand. I mean... I already feel like a pathetic little waif against pretty much everyone in the group. If she upgrades that, what's going to happen to me?"

“Don’t call it a comeback! Helen your personal trait made a return this round, and it blew the other options out of the water. Maybe if you’re lucky, being a cuck will just be a fetish to spice up your life because the crowd chose for you The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships!”

“Over the past week, your popularity has skyrocketed, and Twitter has agreed that they want to see you love on… just about everyone! Just look at the fan art.” The screen began to cycle through pictures from various artists in various styles, they were images of the other contestants cuddling Helen, kissing her, there were a few comics of her and the other girls in Rom com situations. A lot of them were really cool.

“Wow.” Helen was surprised, considering last week's poll, then she giggled and winked. “I said that the audience and me were in a partnership! I’ll keep giving them what they want… which is?”

“Well you missed out on seducing your master for the first week, but now more options are opened up to you! You’ll get VP whenever you perform an intimate act with another contest!”

A wind blew against the fire, and the entire circle got quiet. With a single vote Helen has gone from one of the worst-performing contestants to the odds on favorite to win. “That’s a lot of points.” Erica husked shook.

Jealousy crawled around the circle like a snake. Fitting that they now felt it towards the avatar of Envy.

“Thanks, fans!” Helen beamed. “Be sure to let me know who you want me to seduce first!”

Olympias

Mother of Alexander The Great

“As if any one of us would be dumb enough to sleep with her and give her the points. It’s a wasted vote fans. If anything, you’ve given us reason not to sleep with her.”

The camera returns to Boudica and her drool dripping dildo. Finally, she brings it out of her mouth and plants a kiss on the head. She’s free of the compulsion for a moment before she throws the dildo out onto the frozen lake.

“That won't be any fun for when I make you put it up your butt later.” Skylar smiled. “Ready to hear, your punishment?”

Boudica sighs. For once, feeling both defeated and betrayed, by Erica specifically. What plan could possibly be better than outright killing the bastard? “Fine, whatcha got?”

“The audience chose for you The Quim Quota.”

“Great free orgasms, big punishment.” She crossed her arms. "Oh dearie me how's my poor cunt ever going to take it?"

Skylar smiled. “At least act a little daunted Boudica, you’re about to be cumming for seven women, that’s a tall order.”

“Ten.” Diaochan gestured to her three maids.

“Right you are.” Skylar beamed. “Plus, Joan if she ever decides to get in on the fun.”

“You’re disgusting.” Said the saint. “It must be so freeing to have no soul.”

Skylar pouted, feeling wounded at that comment. “Um, well, uh.” She cleared her throat. “Yeah, you’ll be cuming a whole lot… so look out.” She looked off into the distance as if trying to gather her thoughts.

Boudica pointed a finger at every one of her foes while the host was distracted. “If any of you fuckin’ masturbates, I’ll know about it, so don’t even try!”

“That’s our bimbo.” Erica sighed and leaned into Joan.

“You are in so much trouble.” The saint whispered playfully.

“Shut up!” She looked around guiltily as a few contestants raise their brows. “You gotta love yourselves guys.” She hid she shy face in her hands.

The host finally seemed to recover from a slight existential crisis and adjusted her nose rings so she could get back to work. "Olympias you're next, and I think the Audience chose quite a treat for you. Pride and Joy! For those of you not in the know, I get to choose one other contestant, and Olympias will become a total pushover when it comes to that person. She'll be kind, and nurturing, and only want what's best for them."

Olympias crossed her arms. "This is ludicrous."

"Oh, but don't you see? You've been a grump the whole season so far. The audience needs to see your soft and playful side if they're ever going to fall in love with you. I say this is a great choice." Skylar brought her finger to her lip in an exaggerated thinking expression. "Now who oh who will I choose. Erica's the obvious choice, she needs a mommy of course, then there's your roommate Cleopatra, who I've heard you haven't been very kind to. But no, I'm going to go with Helen!"

Helen blanched. If she could have gone without Olympias' attention for the rest of the game it would have been too soon. This was bad as far as our princess went. She couldn't imagine Olympias' affection being tender. "Ah geez."

Olympias just crossed her legs as she looked over at the Greek beauty. If there was any change in her perspective, state of mind, or opinion on Helen it didn't show in her face. She just stared at Helen for a few moments, then finally let out a displeased snort and looked away. "Hmph."

Skylar sighed, this all wasn't making for very good television. She should have thrown in a few more booby mods for this week, just to keep things fresh. "Diaochan!" Time to liven things up.

The four beauties snapped to attention.

"The fans have chosen Group Love for you." Skylar got up and walked around the fire pit. "As a way of an example..." She reached out and slapped Diaochan across her face. It was a good solid one too, straight from 50's Hollywood, when men were men! That kind a slap, a real snapper.

Diaochan winced but did not betray her shock by rubbing her cheek. She let the pain sink in, and for the first time felt her own trait activate a pleasant heat spread through her loins in sympathy with the dull head of her abused cheek.

The other three were not subject to the pain of the slap, and only got a whisper of pleasure from the sensations Diaochan felt. The camera captures their strange enjoyment, the excitement of feeling their beloved leader swoon at the pleasures of pain. A blush fluttered across their cheeks, and their nipples hardened against the fabric of their bras.

"What one feels, you all feel." Skylar said, rubbing Diaochan's cheek fondly. "That should make your team work a little more fun, eh?" She was absolutely giddy with this one. "I gotta say the audience picked right with you. If you were sloth, or gluttony this would be so tame, but you're wrath. You're a pain slut, and a sadist. You're going to get off on slapping yourself, and then again at being slapped. Once you lot really get started, and I mean once the really fun traits roll around, you're all doomed. You're not going to be able to stop." She let them feast on that though, a cool dread coming over the four even as the glow of Diaochan's pain began to fade from them.

Skylar sauntered over to Erica who was resting on her bench with Joan. "Now you, our little school girl. When given the choice between three options that would further dial in your angsty teenage self, the audience chose Daddy's Girl!" Skylar snapped her fingers, and Erica was transformed.

Her uniform changed colors, black and red. It's hard to look badass in one of those, but the show did its best. A spiked collar fitted its way around her neck, as well as some studded bracelets. Her makeup got noticeably darker as well, with thick eyeliner and black lipstick applied with gusto. "Greeeeeeat." The sarcasm was exhaled from her mouth like smoke from a volcano Erica looked down at her black nail polish. "We're twins, Skylar."

Skylar made an incredibly sour face at that. "Yours is much cuter..." She cleared her throat. "Anywho, would you mind saying The Master's name for me?"

"No." Erica shook her head. "I read the description, I'm not doing it."

Skylar pouted. "Erica you're being pretty rude." Skylar started spinning her finger in the air, like she was reeling in a fish.

Our now gothic teen got a strange look on her face, suddenly, her eyes went wide, and she preced her lips. She glared at Skylar and shook her head frantically.

"Come on." Skylar continued to spin her finger. "Master, Lucifer, Satan... can't you say just one of those?"

Erica was gripping onto the sides of her bench, her cheeks puffed up like she was stopping herself from vomiting.

"Come on baby, you can do it."

Though Erica's face was red, though her nails dug into the bench, though every fiber of her being screamed not to do it, her mouth flew open. "Daddy! He's my Daddy! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" She collapsed, the pressure finally blown away.

"There we go." Skylar beamed, and petted her on the head. "You're daddy's little girl now. You just want to make him soooo happy, or at least you will when you get a taste of what is approval feels like. You even dress like a little cock tease for your Daddy don't you?"

She growled. "You made me wear this crap." She jangled her bracelets contemptuously.

"Oh, you'll be thanking us for it by the time the show's over. Anything to get daddy's precious attention."

Joan put her hand on Erica's shoulder. "It's okay, my love, it won't come to that. We breathe, we endure."

Erica nodded and let herself sink into the bench.

Skylar looked around. "What I can't figure out is who's going to be the mommy, hmm? Joan, Eve, Olympias you all seem like good picks!"

"I'm everyone's mommy," Eve said proudly and for good measure, hefted up her boobs.

Skylar drooled for a slight second at the sight of those miracles. "Yes... ahem, I guess we'll just see. Um, okay, last transformation before our grand Prize. Nzinga, are you ready?"

"Absolutely dreading this." The King lamented as if dropping down to last place wasn't punishment enough.

"Perfect!" Skylar giggled, and it actually became a bit of a giggling fit. She needed to sit down before she could continue. "Sorry, sorry, I love my job, haha he, oh my so unprofessional sorry." She cleared her throat. "Okay! As last place in our competition, the worst transformation is yours, and out of the three options, the audience was not kind. Are You Going To Finish That, was our winner!"

Nzinga raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I'm a little foggy on how that one works."

"Oh well, it's simple, you see." Skylar looked around the circle and found Helen sipping from her thermos of soup. "Helen, would you mind donating your soup for the show?"

"Ummm." Things were going so well, she really didn't feel like arguing. "Sure." The thermos floated out of her hand and into Skylar's. She waved the open contained towards Nzinga, as if it were the buxom backside of a virgin, fresh for the taking.

"Ooooh, I see." Nzinga said suddenly, overwhelmed with a compulsion. She'd seen this before on the show, but now she was learning what it felt like in person. It was a kind of mental agony, to keep herself from following through on it, and she wondered what reward if any she'd get from doing it. Her dignity? Unfortunately, she'd abandoned that when she was chosen for this show. So a little more frantically than she would have liked, she snatched the thermos from Skylar's hand and chugged the rest of the soup down. She gasped for breath at the end and felt its heat settle in her stomach. She felt a... not pleasure from the deed, but a completeness, at least a satisfaction that was a rewarding contrast to the pain of living the food unfinished. "That's... actually really good soup Skylar."

The host beamed and blushed. "The secret ingredient is love!" She giggled to herself and watched as a few other girls around the circle began to wave their half-finished meals toward Nzinga.

"Oh, fuck don't do this to me." Nzinga whined. "I want to finish them all." She looked over at Skylar in fear. "All of them?"

"Until you're full, or it's all gone."

"Fuck." She sighed, and took Boudica's thermos and started to chug that one as well. The circle looked on with cruel smiles and rampant minds. Already they were thinking of the **** and humiliation they could heap on the girl for her transgressions against Stan. It was good to see the mighty fall so far.

"She's the same way with sex ladies, keep that in mind. If your jaw gets tired during a blow job, Nzinga will be happy to finish the master off for you, you'll even get the points. That's call out sourcing girls!"

"Oh, someone asking you for sex, that should be a nice change of pace huh, Nzinga?" If the king had anything to say to Erica's comment, it was drowned out by a river of broth and embarrassment.

Nzinga

King of Matamba

"I'll take my punishment, but man, is it going to be miserable. I hope you saw the looks on their faces because this isn't going to be pretty for anyone."

"Those are our transformations folks, let's give a quick recap!"

Cleopatra - I Want It! - She can now buy upgrades for the other contestants' traits!

Helen - The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships - She now gains VP for intimate acts with other contestants!

Boudica - The Quim Quota - She Must Orgasm at least as many times as the rest of the contestants combined.

Olympias - Pride and Joy - She will nurture and care for Helen with all her heart!

Diaochan - Group Love - If one person in her group feels pleasure, they all do!

Erica - Daddy's Girl - Her School Uniform is gothier, she must refer to Lucifer as 'Daddy' and she feels pleasure whenever he gives her approval.

Nzinga - Are You Going To Finish That? - She is compelled to finish any food, drink, or sexual act the other contestants leave unfinished.

"We're going to hit a quick commercial break, but when we get back: Eve's Prize, The Popularity Poll, and the return of our master! You're not going to want to miss it!"