Transformations Results, Round 1, Part 2

Lady Vanite

A Vanite must always remain composed. That was the secret to their success. At least that was what Lady Vanite's father had taught her. A Vanite could not allow herself to show weakness. So she composed herself, took a deep breath and pretended that this was like one of her normal backroom deals.

But beneath her facade she was sweating bullets. She had been a master in the halls of Parliament, navigating the interests of selfish lobbies and noble causes alike. But Lady Vanite was not so used to dealing with childish, perverted omnipotent goddesses. What training could she have possibly received to contest something like this?

“And now we bring ourselves to the stuck-up slut of high society-“

“Excuse me!?” Lady Vanite hissed. “Must you spread awful lies? I’m a proud Vanite!”

“Yes, you are. But you fail to see things from my position.” Hera’s voice was dripping with false offence.

“Meaning?”

“It’s funny as fuck! So I have to do it.” Hera said with a bright smile.

“Great. Our lives are in the hands of a third-rate classroom bully.” Alema groaned, throwing her head back.

Hera chuckled. “In any case, my dear, the results are in, and they were all so, so close."

The screen appeared before them, and it looked like Learning to Serve had won. It was a humiliating fate for Lady Vanite, but she had fought in wars before, so what was a little manual labour? Besides, it would spare the British Empire from any of the much more transformative fates.

"But that's boring, isn't it?" Hera said, turning to some invisible camera. "And if Boobocracy got just one vote, then it would have resulted in a tie. So I'm going to veto in a tie."

"No, you can't do that!" Lady Vanite shrieked, all thought of propriety out of the window.

"I can, I shall, and soon enough it will be done." Hera snapped her fingers. "First of all, a reminder of the different transformations."

• Boobocracy: (World Transformation) Instead of valuing bloodline, wealth, race, or title, the British class system will be a matriarchy where a woman’s status is decided by the size of their tits. Those with the biggest tits will be the most esteemed British gentry, the flat-chested will be left in the streets. This change will be retroactive; Vanite will be affected but retain her original memories. (Aristocrat)
• Learning to serve: (solo)Vanite’s been born a spoiled silver spoon who’s never had to do a day of manual labour in her life. Of course, hard work builds character, so we’ll help her by making her Master Alex’s personal maid and having her clean his room in a revealing maid outfit every day or else lose VP. (Maid)

"A good selection, if one expected anything different from the genius of the great and fabulous Hera. But why stop there? After all, I think these two transformations can be combined to make one juicy surprise. After all-" Hera pointed a finger at Lady Vanite, and the British aristocrat suddenly felt her clothes unstitch themselves on their own. One thread at a time, and Lady Vanite was only able to try and cover herself.

"YOU'RE FLAT AS A BOARD!" Hera shouted, jabbing a mocking finger at Lady Vanite.

"YOU BITCH!" Lord she was visible to her people, this was being broadcast across the Empire. God, she felt like she was going to faint.

"So let's fuse these two transformations together. HERE WE GO!" Hera snapped her fingers and the letters on the screen rearranged themselves, or disappeared to combine into a new transformation.

• The bustless serve the busty: (World Transformation) Instead of social status and wealth being decided by bloodline, race or title it will instead be a matriarchy decided by the size of a woman’s tits. Those who have small or flat chests will be expected to serve those with bigger tits, and Vanite can earn BP by serving her Master or her superior busty Mistresses.

“And since you’re flat as a board, I think this puts you all the way in the scum class of the British Hierarchy." Hera teased, showing a graph of a pyramid forming and Vanite being dumped all the way to the very bottom.

"S-scum class?" She shrieked. "There's no such thing as scum class!"

"Well there is now, bub." Hera was enjoying herself way too much. "So let's get you in uniform.”

She pointed with her finger and waved it around Lady Vanite’s body like she was a conductor. In rhythm with her movements, fabrics appeared around her like the strings of a spider’s web, stitching themselves straight onto Lady Vanite’s skin, enough that she could feel her stomach cinched in as if she was wearing a corset.

“Eek!” Lady Vanite shrieked as the air was kicked out of her lungs. She looked down at her outfit and she barely felt more covered than when she was naked. “You call this a maid outfit? As if any true Lady would ever force any of their staff to wear something so demeaning.”

“Wouldn’t they? Maybe they wouldn’t in the Britain you know, but we’re not in that Britain now dear.” Lady Vanite did not like the way joy rang in her voice. “In this new Britain where a woman’s worth is determined by her tits, it is simply good form to make sure you have them seen at all times. That way the nobles need only glance at you to be reminded of your inferiority.”

“B-but what about the Vanite name? My home? My bloodline?” Lady Vanite pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.

“All gone!” Hera’s smile belonged to a demon. “Shouldn’t have been born a flatty.”

“You… you bitch!” Lady Vanite stormed forwards, arms raised. She forgot she was a dignified Vanite. She forgot that Hera was a goddess, and that she was a simple human. She forgot about strategy and cunning, she just knew that she wanted to claw Hera’s eyes out with her bare hands.

It was all for naught though, Hera simply raised a lazy hand and Lady Vanite found her feet too heavy to move.

“Temper tantrum.” Hera tutted, shaking her head and waving a finger. “And to think you call yourself a lady.”

Lady Vanite swung her hands at Hera like claws. “”I’LL KILL YOU!”

“Before you embarrass yourself further, let me suggest you remember something dear.” Hera leaned forward, grinning. “You’re in Harem Hotel dipshit, we throw out Breast Expansion transformations like candy.”

Hera leaned forwards and whispered in her ear. “And between you and me I recommend Busty Bounty. A lovely little transformation you can buy for BP, rewards you an extra bust size when you complete different challenges.”

Lady Vanite’s arms stopped thrashing at Hera, as she had found that she was unable to make contact with her anyway. Like there was an invisible bubble protecting her. “What kind of challenges?”

The question was humiliating, it felt like surrender. Hera grinned widely. “Oh all sorts darling, could be something simple like streaking, could be something more difficult like pushing Orbita and Ashara to fuck-“

“You’re delusional if you think that’s going to happen.”

“Let her have her delusions Ashara, Hera’s not worth our breath.”

“-or something more sinister. It’s not just limited to you either dear Vanite, if anyone here wants to join. Consider it a race to the next cup size, a race you can join for a measly BP price.” Hera gazed over the crowd, Lady Vanite wanted to believe that none were interested, but she wouldn’t put it past Orbita or Synergy to join. If only to deny her the prize.

“And because of that I’m going to be letting our audience suggest a few ideas for the challenges in this contest. Simply add your suggestions to the list and the genius minds at Harem Hotel will analyse them and take inspiration from them.” Hera explained, pointing beneath her where a computer like icon appeared.

Busty Bonus Challenge Suggestions

“You’re getting ahead of yourself.” Lady Vanite spat, determined to maintain at least some dignity. “I haven’t decided to purchase anything yet.”

“Oh please.” Hera shook her head. “You expect me to believe that you’d be satisfied living as a bum? Pfft… at least put some thought into your lie. And besides, do your job right and perhaps you’ll rise even higher than a mere Baroness. How does Queen Vanite sound?”

Lady Vanity’s mouth dried up, and all thoughts of shame and horror disappeared from her thoughts. Queen Jennifer Von Vanite the First…it did have a good ring to it.

Mary Adams

The British bitch went silent at the possibility of becoming Queen. Almost certainly a reflection of their immorality and sin, no matter how she dressed it up. Whatever Mary could say about Hera, she put women in their place.

But dread was filling Mary’s heart now, because Hera was diverting her attention to Mary now. And the bitch’s sadistic eyes now turned to her and Mary felt her own skip a beat.

Please Lord, give me strength to resist this vile witch.

“And now I’m very pleased to announce to you Sweet Mary and dear old Alema that our enlightened and wise audience saw fit to reward each of you with a tie and thus two transformations each.”

“FUCK!” Alema shouted and Mary couldn’t help but share her anger.

“Curse you!”

“Sorry but I don’t make the rules. Well I do, but I don’t choose the votes. I certainly hope for ties, but I didn’t choose these ones.” Hera didn’t bother to try and hide the smile on her face, nor the dance in her hips. “First of all, the stubborn bitch from the stupid states. You’ll be pleased to know you got a double world TF. First of all to start with: Mother’s lessons won with 34.9% of the vote.

• Mother's lessons: (World Transformation) In this conservative America, women are raised to be mothers and housewives by their mothers. So shouldn't it only make sense that mothers teach their daughters how to fuck? From now on it will be the duty of mothers to have sex with their adult daughters in order to teach them how to fuck their husbands. (Mother)

“Oh God no. Don’t hurt my babies, please. I’ll do anything.” Mary whimpered, but Hera was unmoved.

“Hurt them? Hardly my dear. Trust me they’ll love it, and you’ll love teaching them. And if anything, isn’t it better that they learn to fuck from a loving mother than an irresponsible, brutish man?” Hera’s falsely sweet voice tasted like silky poison.

“Disgusting.”

“Hell no!”

“Everyone’s a critic.” Hera pined, shaking her head and miming a heavy ‘whaddya gonna do‘ shrug. “In any case ordinarily this is where we would take a sneak peek at Mary’s civilisation but unfortunately there aren’t a lot of examples at the moment. Something to do with countrywide riots or something.”

“What?!”

“Yeah.” Hera folded her arms and scrunched her face in thought. “Guess blowing all the country’s secrets on live TV with an enchantment that makes it impossible to deny had consequences. Who knew?”

She mimed another one of those ‘whaddya gonna do’ shrugs. “So I’m just going to let us skip to the next transformation and let Mother’s lessons play out in their own time. Give it up for Bimbo Apocalypse with 34.2% of the vote. And trust me, this transformation shall have much more immediate effect, won't it?"

• Bimbo apocalypse: (World Transformation) In America, skimpy outfits are outlawed, dyed hair is outlawed, silicone breasts are outlawed, platform heels are outlawed, makeup is outlawed, and so is anything indecent or, quite frankly, fun. So what happens when every woman is forced into the body, style and outfit of a bimbo slut? Vote for this to find out! (Bimbo).

"Don't you fucking dar-" Mary's words were cut off however as she spotted her nail on her pointed finger. It had grown at least an inch longer and had manicured themselves in a way that would be unnatural for a woman who spent so long scrubbing dishes every day. But that was just a prelude. Then nail polish started to creep up her nails. She desperately tried to rub it off, using her shirt. Which was when she realised her breasts were growing.

She clutched her breasts as if she could somehow force them back into her chest, but they swelled outwards. They were no normal breasts either, she could feel them unnaturally swell with silicone and other artificial materials. Her shirt started to tear under the strain of the new breasts and it seemed that nothing could stop it.

It wasn’t just her breasts. There was a loud ripping noise and Mary could feel her buttocks squeeze against her dress. For a second it held but it tore a few seconds later and soon Mary was left dressed in nothing more than loose fabrics on a naked body.

Lord, forgive me. I’m naked! Exposed before million. Forgive me, Lord. I-this isn’t my fault.

The clothes fell to the floor, now nothing more than scraps. The band holding her hair in a bun snapped, and Mary felt it drape along her neck. Pushing her fingers through her hair left no doubt of her new unkempt style. And were those pink highlights!? People would think she was a dyke.

Then Mary felt her feet change and her arms wobbled, as suddenly it felt painful for her feet to walk on the ground.

“Whoops, forgot about that detail. Since bimbos walk in high heels all the time we thought we’d be kind and give you feet that fit them perfectly.” Hera said, slapping a hand against her cheek and giving a mock gasp of horror. “Seems to mean you can’t walk properly without them anymore. Whoops a daisy.”

Hera flicked a finger and much to Mary’s disgust (and begrudging relief) a pair of platform heels formed around her feet. Suddenly she found herself able to stand.

The transformations finally stopped, but Mary couldn’t find it in her heart to be relieved. Her body, it was an abomination. It was fake, an unnatural imitation of the form that God created. Her ass and breasts were filled with plastic and yet paradoxically seemed to shudder with the demon’s influence from even the slightest gust of wind.

“Now a quick outfit, now that your Master has gotten a good long look.” Hera had Alex’s head in her hand, gently turning his gaze upon her naked form. Slowly, very slowly, Hera waved her finger and a trashy, garish pink outfit forced itself onto Mary’s body. Tight, revealing and dripping in disgusting sin. Mary could practically feel the sin seeping into her like poisonous slime.

“What do you think Alex? Bimbo enough for you? Wanted to give her that trashy bimbo look, but don’t worry: those silicone tits are just as sensitive as real ones.” Hera’s grin was proud, evil and wicked. She was truly the spawn of Satan. “All our transformations are based on your fetishes Alex, I hope I did good work.

“I’m sorry.” Alex gasped, but his voice was hoarse and strangled.

“Don’t! Don’t you dare pretend you’re sorry! You like this! Like all you disgusting creeps! It’s like that witch said! This is all based on your own desire! You pathetic degenerate!”

Alex didn’t say a word, simply hanging his head in shame. Mary only felt more disgusted. He wasn’t even able to defend himself. It sickened her.

Alema Ven

“Hey, he didn’t ask for this! Don’t blame him for this!” Alema yelled. She could see it all painfully etched on this boy’s face. He was an introvert like her friend Mina, and dripping with insecurities. They found it so much easier to blame themselves than stick up for themselves. Which meant that if Alema didn’t stick up for him, no one would.

“You heard that bitch yourself.” Mary growled, pointing a finger at Hera who only smiled. “This is all based on his degenerate thoughts, if it weren’t for him we wouldn’t be here.”

An awkward pause broke through the room as several pairs of eyes glared at Alex whilst Hera hummed in amusement. Alema wanted to say something, that just because he had fetishes didn’t mean he was ever going to act on them. But she read the room, and she knew the girls were angry, Mary and Orbita in particular. And Alema sensed that trying to say another word would only backfire, so instead she distracted them.

“Yo, Hera!” Alema waved at Hera and put on a braver face than she felt. "You going to get these transformations done any time soon?"

Hera blinked at Alema, and she seemed taken aback. Then she smiled. "Winning attitude right here folks, you could learn a thing or two from her."

Great, now she looked like a suck-up. "Don't get the wrong idea Hera, I just want this over with." Alema folded her hands over her chest.

"Over with? You think this is ever 'over'? This is your life now, Alema, both for you and the Federal Star States, it will never be 'over'." Hera's eyes were smoky with sadistic delight and Alema had to admit she felt less confident than she did a few seconds ago. "Now you'll be delighted to hear that you got a tie, and so you'll be treated to a delightful double-TF today. Let's see here."

• Horny for the past: (World Transformation) The Federal Star States were founded by escaped slaves, but deep down maybe they're nostalgic for the past. Let's test this theory by giving them a submission and degradation kink. (Liberal Utopia)
• The Twilek Woman: (Solo) Alema's a Twilek now, and what were Twileks famous for in Star Wars? BEING STRIPPERS! As such, Alema will be given a permanent stripper ass, and have her entire wardrobe filled with nothing but stripper outfits and be unable to wear anything else. (Stripper)

Alema looked at the options. Truthfully, the Twilek woman didn't seem as bad as it could be. Alema had been to a lot of parties, and she had dressed like a stripper in plenty of them before and even stripped. But that had always been in good fun, and everyone had understood that what happened at the party stayed at the party. It was never her life, and she didn't even want to think about what Horny for the Past would mean.

"It was 33.3% for Horny for the past, and 32.7% for The Twilek Woman, if anyone's curious. But you know what? I think we can do better." Alema could tell where this was going.

"Wait!" Alema outstretched a pointless hand.

"So let's combine the two into a single, super transformation! Let's see here..." Just like before the letters on the screen rearranged themselves, some disappearing and new ones appearing to form a new transformation.

• Biological Needs: (World Transformation) The Twileks of the Federal Star States have a secret fetish for submission and degradation, ingrained from their ancestors’ lives as slaves to the Gestalt Empire. As an outlet for these urges, the Twileks of the States all get jobs as strippers and wear exclusively stripper outfits. And for the cherry on top, Alema will get her own stripper ass. This change will be retroactive and will affect Alema, but she will keep her memories.

“You can’t do that!” Alema protested, looking at the transformation in horror. “It wasn’t-it was supposed to be just me!”

“Yes, but why should you have all the fun? Quite selfish if you ask me. Besides-“ Hera raised a finger and immediately Alema’s sensible cheerleader outfit shredded itself. “This way it’ll just be the Twileks affected.”

Alema wasn’t fooled. That was no act of mercy from Hera, but rather a way to single her species out. “Don’t even try it bitch! You’re nothing but a- EEK!”

Her shriek was triggered by the feeling of her ass exploding outwards, two of Alema’s hands darted to her backside as if she had been slapped. It was now a huge, firm booty. One that Alema bitterly noted would be perfect for twerking.

“And now for the outfit. Something iconic for now.” Hera mused, her grin far too wide as her eyes blazed with artistic vision. She waved her hands as if they were paintbrushes and brushed Alema’s new outfit onto her.

First were the heels, golden platform heels, with straps that wrapped up her legs, that forced Alema to wobble in place. Unlike Mary, her feet weren’t reshaped, but nor was she given any greater control over her feet. Then a golden chain wrapped around her waist and a thin sheet of red fabric draped between her legs and ass, leaving the only barrier needed to flash everyone around her a small gust of wind. Then a new bra formed, golden and metallic. It was cold on her skin to the touch.

“Can’t go wrong with the classics right? And when you’ve got a Twilek, you’ve just got to go with the classic slave Leia outfit right?” Hera asked the audience, but her eyes were focused on Alex in particular. The shy boy stayed quiet, but she noticed his legs crossed to cover an erection. “And quite fitting for a girl whose natural place is with her legs spread for a Master’s cock.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Alema spat, but to her horror her body betrayed her as a shiver of arousal sprang through it.

“Projecting aren’t you? Don’t you want to fuck yourself? Fuck yourself to the thought of having a collar round you neck and a chain in your Master’s hand? Just like the good old days.” Hera’s laugh was cruel and nasally. Yet each word hit Alema’s body like a wave of pure pleasure. Alema could feel sweat start to form on her skin as her pussy, and her body, began to boil.

“Shut up bitch. You made us like this,” Alema growled, shooting a look of pure rage at the injustice of it all.

“Did I? Perhaps you were always this way.” Hera chuckled darkly. “What do you think your mother would say? Insulting your family’s proud tradition of being horny, submissive strippers? Don’t you know it’s rude to insult those who have special needs to be treated like fuckmeat like you?”

“FUCCCKKKK YOUUUU!”

She came. On live television. And just because some bitch had insulted and degraded her. What’s worse was that it might have been the most pleasurable orgasm in her life. It was all she could do to glare defiantly up at Hera. It seemed to do nothing but encourage her.

“I imagine you’ll have a lot of fun experimenting with these new desires Alex. Make sure you take advantage. Remember in this case, she really is playing hard to get.” Hera smiled at Alex.

“Don’t listen to her, Alex, she’s trying to get in your head.” Alema cried desperately.

Alex

It was all his fault. If only he hadn’t answered that stupid email, then none of this would have happened. If he hadn’t been such a perverted creep then these girls wouldn’t suffer these transformations. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He couldn’t think of what to say. He didn’t know what to do. He knew he had to fix this, undo everything. It was his fault, but he didn’t know what to do. He was useless, pathetic, and powerless.

And worst of all was perhaps a part of him didn’t want it to stop. Doing nothing, letting Hera give him everything was tempting. He shook his head. No! He couldn’t let himself start thinking like that. That was exactly what Hera wanted.

“And now it’s time for the man, the myth, the legend’s turn. Alex Mason!” Fireworks appeared from behind Hera and Alex felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He knew logically that none of his options were nearly as bad as the girls, but then who in their right mind would trust Hera?

“We had several wonderful paths that would have helped us understand which path they wanted you to go down. As you no doubt expect from the Great, the Fabulous and the Unbelievably Sexy Hera, I had several contingency plans prepared for whether the audience leaned towards you being a benevolent, corrupt or tyrannical leader." A drumroll started playing. "And so naturally our wise audience choose-"

"NONE OF THEM!"

"Wh-what?" Alex gasped, unable to believe his ears.

"Yeah they just decided to give you a larger sex drive." Hera could not keep the boredom out of her voice. She turned on her heel and without even looking at Alex she simply waved her hand. Alex felt his erection grow harder, his body feeling more restless as he suddenly found himself with ten times more energy than he'd ever had before.

• The insatiable king: There will be a lot of women in Alex's dominion, and he'll need a lot of stamina to keep up; this transformation will give him endless sexual stamina. (Traditional)

"Really, I thought of it as the most boring option by far." Hera mused, more to herself than anyone else. "But then again I did intentionally keep the boons rather modest for the first stage. Don't you worry your shy head Alex, the boons get more dramatic from here on out."

"Gross. Now the boy can be even more of a degenerate." Mary scowled, eyeing Alex like he was a worm. He shrunk further into his throne. He was the one who held their lives in his hands, but that was all he was. A perverted degenerate. This, he couldn't do this.

"You're lucky Mary that I haven't triggered the VP and BP scores yet. You're going to need to learn to show our Master some respect if you want to win this game." Hera wagged her finger warningly, but the smile on her face betrayed her true feelings.

"As if I'd want to play any game with you." Mary hissed. "You might have everyone else fooled, but I see through you. You're nothing but a pathetic pest."

Hera brushed off the insult with a shrug. "Believe what you will, it'll make your elimination all the sweeter. Now there's only one more thing to address before the games truly begin. And that would be the popularity poll. Remember that this will affect the order of dates, your roommates, and your initial BP score."

1. Ashara
2. Alema Ven
3. Synergy
4. Lady Vanite
5. Orbita
6. Mary Adams

"Fifth? Fifth?! I'm only above the delusional housewife?" Orbita shrieked, eyes blazing with purple fire.

"What did you expect? That people like power-mad tyrants?" Ashara asked, feeling nothing more than smug vindication.

"You must be glad to be number one, huh, Ashara?" Alema said, giving her a friendly elbow to the shoulder.

"Whatever," Ashara said, surprisingly uninterested in her popularity.

"WOOOO! I'm number three! I'm number three!" Synergy punched her slimy fists into the sky and started circling the room like an overeager toddler.

"Fourth?! Fourth?! What manner of insult is this? I am a Lady of the British Empire. Hera, you simply must do this vote again. Clearly there is some error." Lady Vanite demanded, her hands on her hips and glaring furiously at Hera.

"I don't know what you mean," Hera said, smiling smugly. "Apart from some minor technical difficulties, it was a completely fair vote."

"You, you cretin." Lady Vanite snarled, a finger raised in anger.

"Pftt... sorry, no can do. At least you're better than the bitch and the tyrant." Hera’s eyes glimmered with delight. "Now my dear audience, we'll be right back after a quick commercial break to see how our contestants are adapting to their new futures and lives."

A/N: Remember, if you have any suggestions for bounties or challenges for Vanite or any other contestant to do for a reward, feel free to suggest them on this doc here: Busty Bonus Challenge Suggestions

Special thanks to OnAndOn_Anon and PandaPalace for proofreading.

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