Cock Worshipper and Tongue of Nightmares!

Thank you all for the kind words! You really keep me motivated to keep writing. I hope you’re also enjoying the pictures I make to show what Evelyn looks like! Thanks for reading and for taking part in the poll you honestly surprised me! When I was writing this, the vote was exactly 18 to 18. The final poll results will be made public when I release the next chapters.

Evelyn stared at the screen where four options flickered in glowing pink. All of them seemed strange to her, almost grotesque. The one she liked most was Crimson Sin; it brought the least change, subtle, feminine, and, most importantly… safe. The one she’d least want was…

“Evelyn!” Jack’s voice cut through her thoughts. “My dear Evelyn, what do you think about the options our audience has to choose from?” He smiled broadly, as if he knew that the longer he talked, the more it would build her nerves.

“I think… it could’ve been worse,” she said carefully. “I especially like the red lips option. I’d love to feel more feminine again, ever since…”

“Is the vote for me? Am I getting new lips? Hihihi!” Chrissi chirped, bouncing up and down on her heels.

The audience burst into laughter, and Jack joined in with them. Evelyn nervously gripped the sleeve of her sweater. The air in the studio suddenly felt heavier. Even here, she couldn’t finish a sentence. Even though Chrissi was the butt of the joke, Evelyn was the one who shrank further into herself.

On the big screen, the voting chart flickered and shifted colors. Bars rose and fell as votes poured in. Evelyn lowered her eyes, staring at the floor.

“Ah, that Chrissi! The show wouldn’t be the same without her!” Jack adjusted his tie and looked back toward the contestant. He snapped his fingers; Evelyn automatically lifted her head.

“Now that we know what Evelyn wants...” Jack paused, glancing dramatically toward the cameras. “…and which option she doesn’t...” Evelyn frowned. She hadn’t even said what she didn’t want.

“Let’s see the results of the vote!” Jack lifted the microphone high as the lights dimmed. “Ladies and gentlemen, get ready! This is going to be hot!” Drums rolled through the speakers. On the screen, the bars shifted one last time before freezing. A glowing banner appeared above them.

“And the winner is…” Jack drew out the words, and the audience held their breath. “Actually… winners!”

“Cock Worshipper and Tongue of Nightmares!”

Pink lights exploded across the stage as Jack raised his arms triumphantly. “Your very first tie, Evelyn!” he called out with a grin. “Looks like fate decided you’re one of a kind!” The crowd erupted in cheers. Chrissi clapped her hands gleefully while Evelyn froze in place. She felt the collar around her neck pulse softly with pink light.

_A tie… really? It had to be a tie? _she thought.

The warmth crawled up to her mouth and gathered on her tongue. She’d always wondered what the contestants really felt when they transformed. Now she was about to find out.

Her tongue twitched — at first lightly, then more forcefully, as if trying to stretch. It brushed the inside of her teeth and then… there was no more room. It pushed forward, coiling and brushing against the roof of her mouth. It was a strange, alien sensation — not exactly painful, but deeply uncomfortable, as if her body itself didn’t know what it was doing.

“Mmmhf…” escaped through her clenched lips. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. Her mouth opened.

“Blehhh!”

Her tongue spilled out almost completely, as if it were trying to escape her. It was long — several centimeters below her chin — glistening with saliva. The audience howled with laughter. A few drops splattered onto the floor. Evelyn instinctively covered her mouth with her hands, trying to hide the shameful sight.

“Our tech team really outdid themselves!” Jack announced cheerfully. “Your tongue really does look like something out of a nightmare! What do you think, Evelyn?”

She knew she had to say something. On this show, women who resisted always fared worse — but those who were too submissive… ended up worse still.

“Wehhll… it looksh like a zhiraffe’s…” she mumbled, lisping around the tongue that refused to fit in her mouth. The audience roared with laughter again. Evelyn blushed furiously, then pushed the tongue back inside with her finger. The moment she did that, another wave of warmth spread across her lips.

She’d always had normal lips — not too big, not too small. But now, something was pulling at them, stretching them outward as if invisible fingers were tugging at her mouth. She desperately wanted to lick them, but when she tried, her tongue slipped out again, brushing against her cheek and missing her lips entirely. The crowd howled even louder.

Finally, she managed to tuck it back in. Her teeth clenched tightly, yet she could still feel air leaking through a small gap between her swollen lips. Her trembling hand reached up to touch them. They were soft. Plush. And far, far fuller than before.

Jack turned toward the camera with a grin. “Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like our Evelyn has found a way to leave a truly unforgettable impression!” The lights flickered as the audience cheered. Evelyn sat perfectly still, feeling her breath tremble between lips that no longer felt like her own. “Your first Bimbo Box is behind you, Evelyn!” Jack said with his trademark grin. “How do you like what the audience picked for you?”

She wanted to run, to hide, to cry — like she so often did after Robert’s cruel comments. No. She had to be strong. She had to win. For Rob.

“Wehhll…” she began carefully, realizing she was regaining some control of her mouth and tongue. “I’m prrretty shure Rob’ll love shome late-night oral fun under the table, hehe.”

The audience erupted with laughter. Evelyn knew exactly what she was doing — appealing to their sense of humor, keeping them on her side. Quickly, she added, “But I still wish I’d gotten the red lips one. Would’ve saved me a fortune on lipstick.”

Laughter and applause filled the air. The crowd was with her. If she kept them entertained, maybe she’d avoid worse fates later. Just as she hoped, the audience laughed along with Jack, and even Chrissi was bouncing with delight.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be able to wrap that lovely new tongue around your husband’s harder parts in no time! Like you said — a giraffe, haha!” Jack joked, and the studio burst into another round of applause and laughter. Jack leaned closer toward her.

“So, my dear Evelyn, everyone’s dying to know more about you! You mentioned you used to live in the countryside, right? Where do you live now? A cozy little house with your husband?”

Evelyn answered faster than she could think, still lisping slightly.

“Oh, no way! Roberrth hateth the countryshtide,” she said, still lisping softly. “He shays everything there shmellsh bad and people are shtupid. We’ve got an apartment in a big city.”

She realized too late she’d said too much. “I mean… it wash our deshishion, really. I love our apartment. My parentsh… they helped ush a lot — I mean, they helped Roberrth buy it. Becaushe it’sh… in hish name.” For the first time in a long while, she felt like someone was actually listening to her.

“I’m not very good with money — Robert says — sho it’sh shafer if everything’sh in hish name.”

A heavy silence filled the studio. Evelyn felt her cheeks burn. “But I really love my husband!” she blurted quickly. “He takesh shuch good care of me!”

“Of course, Evelyn!” Jack recovered instantly, his voice bright again. “No one here doubts your love for your husband! A big round of applause for our brave Evelyn, ladies and gentlemen!” The audience applauded. Evelyn blushed even deeper.

“Well then, Evelyn,” Jack continued cheerfully, “which case will it be next?”

“Number five, please!” she said, her voice trembling slightly but stronger than before.

“Chrissi, sweetheart, don’t fall asleep! Open the next box!” Jack laughed.

“Not that one, Chrissi! Evelyn asked for number five!”

“Oops!” the blonde giggled, correcting herself. She flipped open the next case, and above it a glowing symbol of three hearts appeared.

Jack raised his brows theatrically.

“Two in a row! Evelyn, you really are on a roll tonight!”

The lights dimmed. The music slowed. The crowd grew quiet again.

“And this time,” Jack said, lowering his voice with a grin, “we’ve got for you…”

HAIR

1. Subber Mom Cut – Hair shortens into a brown tidy, low-maintenance style. Every strand stays perfectly in place no matter what you do. It gives off the look of a polite, obedient housewife.
2. Shy Girl Hair – Hair grows long and heavy, covering the eyes. It constantly slides forward no matter how often it’s brushed aside. The style makes you look timid and easy to overlook.
3. True Long Blond – Hair becomes long, shiny, and golden blond. It looks freshly styled at all times and carries a faint salon scent. The color is flawless and clearly artificial.
4. Just Like in Old Movie – Hair turns black with pale white streaks, forming thick, wavy curls. It frames the face like an actress from an old film, giving a dramatic and slightly unnatural appearance.

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