Sixth round

“You can no longer pretend, that you’re ****, Ashley. We can all see, that you love your new self.”

“Yeah, I like it. But this is enough changes. I don’t want to become an actual bimbo.”

“But you had said something similar last time and now you look not only sexier, but happier. You have two more rounds to gain even more of both. Which category for round number six?”

“World Flags.”

It started with a tricky one - there are three neighbouring countries with similar flags: Colombia, Venezuela and Equator. Ashley had to guess and missed. The following three were simple: Canada, Japan and Saudi Arabia. The fifth one was an African country, that Ashley had never even heard of, his guess was once again unlucky.

“You seem to be back on the track with three correct answers” said Frank with a smile “I’d be willing to bet money, that you’ll discard one of your two transformations” he added with a wink.

“If it’s something crappy, I will. Fetish: Oral Sex. I like licking pussy. Double Hair Extension. You’d lose your bet” replied Ashley with a grin.

“Don’t be so sure yet. Your new fetish isn’t restricted to just women. While it doesn’t make you exactly bisexual in all aspects, you’ll CRAVE giving blowjobs to BOTH sexes. do you still like it?”

“What?! I don’t want to be a cocksucker!”

“Some would say, that you now have cocksucking lips…”

“No! I want to discard it.”

“So I win after all” Frank grinned in response “draw two new cards.”

“Double Breast Expansion, Lust Induction.”

“With the second transformation it might not matter if you crave specifically cock. With sufficient level of arousal it’s sometimes hard to control oneself. But I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. And we’ll all enjoy your huge breasts, once you leave The Chamber.”

The breast expansion was obviously more prominent, than hair extension. Ashley’s breasts have grown to an F cup and were now proudly protruding from his wide chest. The tight, latex catsuit held them in place nice and overall they fit his tall athletic body well. Since he had been tempted to play with his own breasts when they were smaller, it was obvious that he was not going to stop now. He touched, bounced and groped them as much to his own joy as to the audience’s which cheered enthusiastically.

Ashley’s hair got somewhat forgotten although the cameraman did a good, but short shot of them as well. They had not only gotten longer, but thicker as well; beautiful loose locks fell beyond his shoulders.

The manifestation of lust at Ashley’s crotch could be seen as well and the perceptive cameraman never missed such details. The audience could finally observe, how blessed the contestant actually was and what a waste it would have been, if his sex got changed.