Results part 3

Isabella continued the round of transformations with the final contestant, making sure, as always, to move in the most provocative way possible, swaying her hips, putting one foot in front of the other, and sticking out her chest. A highly erotic spectacle, at least for those not subject to her whims.

Laura admired the stunning redhead's body. She knew, intellectually speaking, that she should be worried; she was about to undergo transformations that could change her entire life, twisting her beyond recognition. But despite understanding this, she could only feel a mild curiosity about the voting results. She was more focused on appreciating Isabella's round breasts, like two falling drops of water, and her wide hips. She hoped to receive treatment similar to Graciela's.

— Laura, you were a very special case. It seems the viewers were very undecided about which transformation they preferred the most. Throughout the entire survey, the votes were very close, almost dividing the graph into perfect quarters —. Isabella stopped in front of Laura, posing with one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder.

— Really? I was hoping they'd all go for "reverse gigolo." I'd give them a quick show. Laura said, more attentive to how Isabella's breasts rose and fell with her breathing, too pronounced not to be intentional, but the rest of her body remained unnaturally still, like a body created to superficially imitate humans, without taking into account other anatomical characteristics like muscle movement.

Something finally pierced the fog in Laura's mind when she noticed that detail. Suddenly, that woman—no, thing—stopped being attractive, and it caused her an unsettling feeling. Hadn't the others noticed? It seemed so obvious now that she realized it.

—One won, by a very small margin, but only one. In fact, I'm a little disappointed. Two transformations tied, with 25.4 percent of the votes, but since neither of them is in first place, I can't give you two transformations —. Oblivious to Laura's realization, Isabella continued with her show —. In last place was "The Son She Never Had." Many viewers like ****, but since that's not one of the Master's fetishes this season, I didn't include it among the options, but I wanted to make up for it a little with this transformation. In third and fourth place were "Sugar Mommy" and "Reverse Gigolo." Two very good choices, they were a tie, both of which would leave you in a submissive position before your Master. And the winner was "All for My Child." It was very beneficial during the show, but its effect will wear off when it's over. It wasn't my favorite, but in the long run, it's very useful.

Laura formed an "O" shape with her lips in admiration, her curiosity satisfied, but she showed no other reaction. Internally, her discomfort gradually increased as she noticed the small, microscopic details in Isabella's body that simply weren't natural: the perfect symmetry of her face. The way her hair moved, more influenced by a third party than by the body's own movement. The lack of pores in her entire skin. Not a single wrinkle, not those of old age, but those that occur with the simple movement of the joints, with the exception of the most obvious ones, like the knuckles. The rest were lacking. And many more than her artificially calmed mind could notice.

Isabella frowned, disappointed by her victim's lack of response —. If I return you to your natural state, you'll soon have a stroke. I need time to repair you. Until then, you're boring —. She stated as if it were the decree of a god —. Let's get this over with —. He snapped his fingers and walked away.

Lauren only felt a tickling in her eyes and forehead, quite uncomfortable. It's not as if her eyes had ever tickled before, in fact, no one had.

—And the icing on the cake, what all the contestants are here for —, Isabella stated, and the necks of all the women present turned at the same time to look at Matías; they couldn't move them in any other direction —. The master will receive a blessing. Unlike the ones their mamis received, hers isn't meant to change him on a fundamental level, but rather to improve his relationship with his harem, all for his benefit, obviously.

As she spoke, she circled around the season's master, who tried to follow her with his gaze, but lost sight of her when she stopped behind him. The host positioned herself right behind Matías, leaned down, and placed her breasts on either side of the boy's head.

Matías almost moaned at the softness of the sensation. He closed his eyes for a second to savor the impression of the smooth skin. They were the best tits he'd ever felt. It's not as if he'd felt any before, but he knew, deep down, that would soon change from now on. He opened his eyes again, afraid of giving the women present a bad impression, and said —, If you're going to ask me which one I think won, the truth is I don't know. There doesn't seem to be a pattern in the results, but I suppose the viewers would choose more long-term benefits, like the second or third transformation.

Isabella lightly tapped him on the head in a reprimand —. Bad master, don't get ahead of yourself. And again, one of you gives the viewers too much credit. This time you chose something with a quick payoff. In last place is "The Mommy's Boy." Congratulations, master, that's the transformation you liked the least." In second place was "Without Impulse Control." It's a shame, it's the one I liked the most, but you can't have everything in this eternity. That means "A Well-Cared-For Body" wins; it'll give you plenty of quality time with your harem, morning and afternoon.

Matías heard every word muffled by the two balls of flesh blocking his ears. He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't happy to have the result he wanted. As soon as he heard what the transformation was about, he silently desired it with all his might. The other two changed his mind in some way, but not this one. Besides, he could imagine what it would be like to bathe with five very sexy women every day, their wet bodies pressed together, the soft sensation of their hands running all over him, the perfect excuse not to hide his erection. He was almost salivating at the sight.

The presenter proceeded with the most impractical application of a transformation possible. She leaned even further over her latest victim, resting her chin against his head, slipped one hand under the collar of Matías's shirt, brushing her fingertips against his chest. Her other hand went lower, like a snake, to his pants, slipped under them, and gripped his already hard penis firmly.

She began to move her hand up and down with supreme skill, pulling hard when necessary, and slowly when she wanted to prolong the pleasure. With her other hand, she pinched Matías's nipples, gently stimulating them with her long nails, one by one making them hard, and then she continued alternating between them or gently scratching between his pelvis and abdomen, making her victim shudder.

Matías, for his part, tried not to give the impression that he was enjoying this... a lot, but it was impossible. He moaned like never before in his life. All those stimuli surpassed anything he had ever experienced before. Despite his lack of experience, he knew that a simple touch couldn't give him that much pleasure, not from a human at least. Isabella tortured him, leaving him on the brink of climax without slowing down; his body simply couldn't cum. It was too much, a continuous, endless pleasure. It was unbearable. He tried to push the woman's hands off his body, but it was like trying to push a mountain. His moans grew louder, almost screaming. After a few seconds, his teeth were clenched, drooling from the corner of his lips, and he desperately tried to push the redhead's hands away from him.

When Isabella had had enough fun, she decided it was time. She stopped preventing the boy's orgasm and exploded in a release of semen, pleasure, and a howl so powerful it would shatter a glass.

I pull my hands out from under my clothes, one clean, but the other stained with white fluid. I circle the master's throne to stand in front of him. Matías's jaw was slack, his gaze vacant, and his limbs limp, an adorable sight in Isabella's opinion. As icing on the cake, he brought the stained hand to his lips and slowly sucked every inch clean.

Matías was stunned. He'd never had an orgasm like that before. It reminded him of the first time he masturbated, how his whole body felt strange and he lost all strength, but a thousand times worse, and he loved it. Against all expectations, his penis stiffened again as he watched Isabella suck his semen from her hand, all the while looking at him, waiting for his reaction.

— Don't expect any more gifts like that from me, master. Giving you pleasure is the purpose of your harem. This was a... preview of what awaits you. And also, because the transformation isn't visible to the naked eye, we'll wait until tomorrow morning to see it in action —, Isabella declared.

Meanwhile, the rest of the people present had mixed reactions; Graciela wanted to get up and hit her friend's son's abuser. Serena was disgusted by the whole sight, cursing for not being able to move her neck. Karla took pity on her student. Gretchen was a mixture of envy for not being able to cum and anger at the man who represented everything bad that had happened to her since she arrived. Laura still had a stupid face.

— With the round of transformations over, all that's left is to move to the stage and give you a tour of your rooms. After that, you'll have the day off until tonight, when there will be a curfew for the slaves. — A bright smile spread across Isabella's face, her excitement palpable in the air. — I've always wanted to do this.

_I'd like to take this opportunity to clarify a few things. The use of hyphens instead of quotation marks to indicate the beginning and end of dialogue is due to the difference in writing conventions between countries. In Spanish-speaking countries, we use hyphens, while in English-speaking countries, they use quotation marks. Since I'm used to reading with hyphens, I use hyphens. I'm sorry if it's uncomfortable for some; if you ask, I'll change the writing style to help._Another thing, each of the women in this story was created to fulfill a mommy archetype, let's see if you can guess which one is which ;)