She discards "submissiveness".

"Submissiveness," she croaked. "I draw two new ones."

This was her only chance. Once her resistance was broken, there was no way out. She was smart enough to answer a lot of questions even with a few brain cells gone. As for the stupid accent... maybe the transformation chamber found a German or Dutch ancestor somewhere deeply hidden in her family tree.

"You really must hate to be a submissive," Frank commented, and there was an undertone of surprise in his voice - but also of appreciation. At least that's what Phuong thought. Maybe it was the hormones talking. Since the second round of Lust Induction she noticed she did find Frank much more attractive than before. The thought should have appalled her but it didn't, strangely.

I wouldn't mind fucking him... No. I would. I definitely would. I... well, but it would feel good. Fuck, I am so horny...

She shook herself from her daydream and drew the cards.

SLUTIFICATION.

Her luck seemed to have deserted her. She would leave the show with bigger boobs, a thick accent and in skin revealing clothes. Maybe she could manage and supervise her company from the office and leave customer relations and negotiations to other people...

MENTAL DRAIN.

She read the words but she wasn't sure her mind was processing them. A second mental drain. Her brain would probably be reduced to mush. Phuong looked left and right. She had signed a contract and legal papers to follow the rules of the show, but maybe she could dart and just run away...? But the burly men in black suits posted in the shadow around the stage immediatly told her all she needed to know. Impossible. They would stop her. Probably this had happened before and then simply cut out from the broadcasted version. This was not a live show. The producers weren't stupid.

"That's six transformations you'll go through with one visit to the Chamber," commented Frank. "Let's see if we recognize you when you step out... Now, if you would be so kind to follow me."

Frank had not lead her personally to the Chamber during the other rounds. Obviously he was also quite aware of the fact that this was a crucial situation and Phuong was seriously considering bailing out. He loomed over her and suddenly seemed quite intimidating.

And hot. He also looked hot, Phuong thought. She wondered how big his cock was...
Fuck. Stop it. That's not your priority right now! She chided herself.

Then she stood in front of the transformation device. There was no other option to just step through. Stepping inside was easy. Just one foot in front of the other. Don't think. Don't think what will happen, once you are in there...

The door closed. The last thing Phuong heard was the excited and expectant murmur from the crowd. Then the now very familiar buzzing started. Phuong tensed. She should run - why hadn't she tried to run? By now it was too late. She was inside this... machine.

The first transformation was quick. And not too severe anyway, given the other developments. When she raised her arms, she could see how her skin had darkened to the shade of a what would probably be judged as a peasant girl in Vietnam, working the fields all day in the sun. A skin colour that said "poverty". Phuong sighed. From what she had seen in other shows, she'd also have tan lines following her underwear - marking her panties and her bra on her skin. Which looked... cheap. But only if she'd be naked.

Another buzz.

Her boobs grew. Well, they didn't actually grew - they were suddenly larger as if they had always been. Larger and heavier. Where she had been proud of extremely modest breasts before, she now showcased a quite impressive rack. Not yet screaming "artificial boob job" size, but the kind of boobs men would turn their heads in the street. Big ones.

Another buzz.

This was supposed to be the first mental drain. Phuong held her breath. She didn't feel different. Maybe... maybe she was so smart that the transformation didn't have any effect? Like, because of some sciency stuff thing? Those kind of things existed, right? There was all kind of magic in the world. Stuff you couldn't, like, explain. She pursed her lips. Hah! That would be awesome! She would show them that she was still, like, as intelligelly as she had been before!

Another buzz.

What was that now? She tried to remember... Ah, the accent thing. Nasty stuff. Better keep your mouth shut and not say anything. There was no way to find out how much damage was done anyway. She couldn't, like, speak to herself now, could she? Phuong giggled. That would be soooo stupid. Her speaking to herself.

Another buzz.

Her clothes changed. She was sure her skirt had been a modest one down to her ankles, but it suddenly ended up just above her knees. At the same time she felt cold air on her shoulders. Her blouse had turned into a shoulderless... thing. Thin fabric, almost see through, embracing her breasts, caressing her body. Oh, and also exposing the ropework around her neck and upper body to the world, of course. And the straps of her bra. Actually, including the upper part of her bra. Which suddenly spotted lacing and frilly things. She did look nice though, Phuong thought. Sexy. She should dress like this more often. This was still modest. No belly showing, and the skirt a decent length. Especially with her nylon stockings underneath. Also, she could probably find guys to fuck easier like this. That was important.

Another buzz.

She had forgotten what the last one was about. It was, like, difficult to remember all those long lists of long words. Something something. Phuong checked herself but couldn't find any difference. It didn't mater. Something had happened surely. She shrugged and giggled. She did look, like, hawt!

She stepped out of the Chamber. Applause and jeers greeted her.

"Me so horny!" Phoung said. Then frowned. The voice and the words somehow sounded wrong. Something had changed. But she wasn't sure what.

Frank smiled at her, all charms and endearing. "Really, Phuong? That's interesting? Do you want me to help you with that?"

"Help what?"

"Ah, with the, you know - your urges?"

"I do not understand."

"Sorry. I forgot. Do you want to fuck, Phuong?"

She thought about it. Then she shook her head.

"No. Do not want. Because you bad man. You want to make me whore. I do not want to be whore. I here to win money. Lots of money."

The crowd exploded with laughter and glee. Something she had said seemed to amuse them. But Phuong didn't care. She was determined to win this... thing. She didn't remember much, but she remembered this. There was this thing and she was here for this thing and she had, like, sacrificed a lot and she would win. Because - thing.

She sat on her chair and played absent mindedly with her hair.

"Phew, me sooo, sooo horny! Let's start so I can go home and there fuck myself," she informed Frank. Frank chuckled. The audience roared.

"Alright," Frank said, still very much amused. "Sixth and last round! What do you want, Phuong? Italian arts in the 16th century? Greek philosophers? Or quantum physics?"

She stared at the screen. None of the words made sense. There was some laughter from the audience as if Frank had made a joke or played a trick on her, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

"This there." She pointed randomly at one of the things.

"With pleasure," Frank replied.