The Results Are In!

Erica let out a sigh of relief when she saw the choices for her. Noting too dangerous. In fact that Under Achiever one could help her out a lot. Her growing a fat ass was probably the least welcome, but she could live with it.

No one around the group said anything. They all just watched their options as the votes came pouring in, one option taking the lead over the over, then suddenly fall back down again. Thinking, guessing, fearing what this unseen horde could have planned for them. They could all only guess and wonder who they'd be by the end of the night.

"Ladies and Devil." Skylar came to life and brought her microphone to her lips. She was shaking with excitement, vibrating almost. "The time has come, the moment you've all been waiting for. We've waited, and we've agonized, and now you've made your decisions. Their fates are sealed, so let's get on with it! Ladies prepare to meet the new you!"

She stands before the contestants taking a breath to steady her nerves. She'd be lying if she said this wasn't her favorite part of the job. It was just so naughty, and sometimes Skylar had fun being bad.

"Cleopatra we're starting with you! With traits based on your golden desires, the audience by a large margin chose... Wrapped up like a mummy!" She jumped up and down. "Tight!" Skylar giggled, giving her fingers a snap.

Tendrils of gauze emerged from the ground and began to cool around Cleopatra’s form, like snakes seeking to strangle a meal. “Aah!” She screamed, as the little devils began to cris Ross up her legs and to her hips. “What is this?”

“Just a little demonstration!” Skylar cooed.

Cleo tried to fight and claw at the gauze as it attacked her but eventually her fingers were enmeshed as well. Her arms were brought to to chest in a funeral pose. Now the cameras zoomed in to see the panic flush rise up her face, but was it panic? In the last moments as the tendrils seized her throat, and covered her mouth, the way her eyes rolled back into her head… almost looked like lust.

She crashed to the ground, like a cocoon with something trying to get out.

“Oh my.” Diaochan held her hand to her mouth.

“Don’t worry.” Skylar waved her hand. “I’ll let her out when we’re done. Besides that trait has made the whole thing every enjoy for me. When the is all over she may never want to leave. Who’s next?”

Helen’s eyes danced over the wiggling of Cleopatra. What had she gotten into? “I guess that would be me.” Her eyes drifted to the camera, and she gave it a small smile. “What damage have you all wrought?”

"The fan-favorite choice for you was... Green Eyed Monster."

“Hmm.” Helen smiled, tight lipped but still beautiful. She came forward and gave a sweet turn. “You’re going to change my body then?”

Skylar’s eyes naturally drifted south. “Very much so.”

“Perfect.” Helen raised her hands. “Best give them a show.” She began to dance sensually for the camera.

Skylar beamed. “So good to work with a professional.” She snapped her fingers, and the changes began. Helen’s shimmering blue eyes became a deep emerald, there was almost a glow to them as she bat them. Her breasts began to swell. They were once modest and natural but soon the horrors of nature and gravity were corrected. They began large and spherical. Her sweater stretched out as those two nice cantaloupes settled into place. Her ass got the same treatment, becoming a real nice dumpy thanks to the world’s most quality bbl.

“Jesus.” Erica gawked as the already gorgeous woman became a wet dream. She looked like porn!

“Wow!” Helen giggled and strutted in a circle making sure the camera could enjoy whatever orbs they desired. “I didn’t know women could look like this.”

“They don’t.” Satan smirked. “As ever, you’re a sex toy Helen.”

Helen shrugged. “At least I’m a good one. I usually depend on my looks, Eve was making me nervous, but now I think I’m fit to compete.”

Skylar’s eyes flicked to her chest, obviously hungry. “You can thank the audience later. For now we’ll move to Nzinga. My King, you were the fan-favorite for this round. Let's see if that favoritism extended to your traits hmm?"

The king uncrossed her legs and looks over her options for just a moment. There was some hairy stuff in there, but she couldn’t turn back now.

“Bring it on. I’ll take anything that will help me win this!”

"Well by a large margin our audience chose the caretaker path for you, and that's so, sweet! You’re gonna be like the group’s mommy! Isn’t that cute?”

Nzinga snorted and laughed. “I don’t have a maternal bone in my body.” Then she shrugged, cool as cool could be. “I guess I’m rounding out my weak points, thanks everyone.”

The host shook her head with a smile. “You’re far too cool. So this one is hard to show on screen. But know that cooking and baking for others is now one of the greatest feelings you can experience. It’s sex and emotional catharsis all in one. There’s nothing forcing or compelling you to use this, but it’s what the audience wants to see from you, do you understand?”

Nzinga cocked an eyebrow, a weird wave of nausea swept over her. Something was wrong… probably just the changes the host had just made to her. “I got it. I’m spoiling whoever my roommate is.”

“That would be Diaochan.”

“Lucky me.” The Beauty winked to the king.

“Shall we move on?” Skylar offered.

“Unless you want me to cook a meal right here and now, I’m good.”

Satan smirked. “You’re all much too at ease with this. Contestants are supposed to cry crying and break down at this.”

Olympias ran her thumb along the back of his hand. An expression never quite making it to her face. “This is hardly our first round of ****.”

“This isn’t ****, it’s television!” Skylar approached the queen. “Were you volunteering to go next?”

Olympias somehow looked bored with this all already. “I don’t see how one could think that, but I suppose I’d be wasting time by saying no. What shall it be little bastard girl?”

Skylar winced comedically and looked at the camera. “I like her.”

“Mm.” Now Olympias winced, and at long last looked stricken. “What was that?”

“That was Stoke My Ego. Each compliment you receive is like a stroke from a cock, or something equally pleasurable to you.” It was apparent that Olympias was more affected by this than Skylar had anticipated. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve never felt this before…”

“You’ve never… felt pleasure?” That was a crushing notion. Skylar was confident that she’d give up food and water before sex.

Olympias gulped. “No, there’s something else.” She held her head. “There’s a burning…”

Skylar looked aghast. “Arousal? This is your first time feeling horny?”

Olympias could only answer with a blush.

It was as if a puppy had been dropped in Skylar’s lap. “Awwwww! You guys! That’s so cute!” She got into Olympias’ face. “You are doing a great job! Yes you are. You are so good at getting horny, you are a good contestant!” Each note of praise caused Olympias to moan and squeeze her legs. “Devil, give her a compliment!”

He rolled his eyes. “And why would I have anything to praise in a human?”

“Oh behave.” Skylar batted him playfully. “Very well, withholding of pleasure is a perfectly valid form of training too.”

“Training?” Erica crossed her arms. “We’re not animals.”

Skylar tutted. “Erica, our valued service men and women go through training everyday to develop the skills needed to keep (insert your country here) safe. Let’s not belittle their efforts by comparing them to animals hmm?”

Erica shook her head. “I have a hard time believing the sincerity of that argument, especially since you timestamped it for an adr voiceover.”

Skylar huffed. “Well you’re definitely next.” Skylar snapped her fingers, and remade Erica's aura. Specifically it's shape and composition while she slept, a comfortable, welcoming, and aggressive aura, that would fondle and **** anyone who shared a bed with her. They'd wake up the next morning with the best night of sleep in their life, and a starving sexual appetite. "You're the Harem's bedwarmer now."

Erica smirked. "Beats being the bedwetter! So my goal is to get into bed with all the other girls?”

"It would appear so."

Erica

Avatar of Joan of Arc

"It’s like college all over again. I could be an Olympian at this sport."

Cleopatra

Queen of The Nile

"I can't help but notice I'm the only person that got a live demonstration for their change..."

Skylar looked to the remaining girls. "See? The game’s fun. If nothing else this has got to be a nice little vacation from eternal damnation." She looked around eagerly to the contestants who were still far to anxious about everything that was waiting for them to feel totally at ease. "Okay maybe not yet, but once the sex starts it's going to be insane. Now, let's move on to our resident redhead, Boudica you ready to go?”

"You tell your shit eatin' audience they can take whatever changes they want to throw up me, and shove it up their ass!" Barked the pretty barbarian.

"Heck yeah!" Skylar ever the improv artist decided to yes-and the rant. "They want to turn you into a bimbo. Pa-Shaw bimbos are a dime a dozen on these shows, so I'm going to use my veto to knock that one away from ya. I'm taking arrows over here for you my queen."

"What?" Nzinga tilted her head. "So she doesn't get anything?"

The Media screen in front of them highlighted with some text for everyone to read. "A host gets three vetos a round. This means I can go against what the audience wants to go my own direction instead if I think it's best for the show. That make sense? So instead juicing Boudica's body up like a hotrod, we're going to do something else for her instead. Boudica is now, The Best Damn Lay!" To punctuate her point, she snapped her fingers.

The cameras all turned to face Boudica, to get her reaction. The crew was already warming up to the idea that this woman had big reactions perfect for television. Tragically she seemed rather unimpressed. "I don feel any different. Ha! Ya cunt, magic goin' shy on ya?"

"As if." Skylar crossed her arms. "You may not feel any different now, but see if you can't tell a difference next time you claim a lover. The Tree of transformations is designed to turn you into an absolute sex goddess in a literal sense, fuck as many people as you can, gain followers, claim their worship, build temples, and creeds in your name. It should be fun."

Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

"That actually sounds grand! I always did like it when people called me a goddess of war. Goddess of willies doesn't have the same ring to it though, does it?"

"Diaochan, I believe you're next up. What do you think of all the changes so far?"

The courtesan tossed the idea around in her head. "I think the master is being given the opportunity to enjoy a buffet of flesh, as he deserves."

"Why do I need to change you at all?” The host gave the beauty a proud look. “you're already perfect.”

Diaochan beamed. "Perhaps we can't make things too simple, hmm?"

Skylar winked. "I think you're right. I'm vetoing your vote as well. The audience chose to send you some backup, in the form of your companions, the other three beauties of China."

"Ah, well that would just be unfair."

"Exactly so, instead I'll be assigning you Brawny. Really put you out of your element." The host then snapped to lock the change into place.

Diaochan was heavily garbed in Han Dynasty silk, so the changes were hard to see. But her soft feminine body was being chiseled away. Strong firm muscles formed, her entire body becoming tight and strong. This was most visible with her stance, which subtly shifted from a modest stood, to the confident stance of an athlete. "Strange." She smiled coyly, and adjusted her form for a second. "I definitely feel different, I suppose a more through inspection will have to be taken in private."

Skylar waved her away. "Come now, we're all harem-mates here." She turned to Satan. "Master do you care to inspect the ****?"

He nodded. "Show me Diaochan."

She bowed. "Of course master." With a simple flick of her hand, her robes fell away, pooling at her feet like melted ice. There was a gasp from Erica, who by this point was over titillated by the amount of naked women she was getting to see. Diaochan was a very nice sight, a tight athletic body the promised unbound stamina, and untold flexibility. All eyes were on her, Helen had been kind of a fertility idol in their eyes, but Diaochan was a strange sight to these ancient women. Even the warriors of legend weren't quite as cut as this woman that stood before them. "What do you think master, is it pleasing?"

He smirked. "What do you think Erica?"

She scowled at him. "The question was for you."

"Don't be petty, I'm all alone on this island. I don't see why we can't enjoy these women together."

"I'm here to kill you." Erica reminded him.

"And I've killed and tortured your family line since the dawn of time, I'm really not into grudges. Would you fuck her?”

Erica

Avatar of Joan of Arc

"Okay, I'm here to win. I'll play his stupid games, do whatever it takes to get points and win."

Erica looked up. "Daochan, was it?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I would gladly wait for you in the locker room and lick the sweat from your six-pack holy shit you're hot."

Satan smirked. "There you have it."

Daochan gave Erica a lingering look, the kind that made the young woman flutter. "Thank you ma'am, my body is here for your pleasure whenever master permits." She then turned to Satan. "Am I to understand that her opinion is your own?"

He nodded. "I wouldn't debase myself as she described, but your body does have use to me."

Daochan smiled. "I am most pleased, thank you for looking upon me."

Nzinga

King of Ndongo and Matamba

"Question for the audience. Does it matter if you say all the right things, if there's no sincerity behind it?"

"Just one to go." Skylar stood before Eve, who actually met her eyes this time. "You are perfect of course, Eve. So anything we do to you is strictly a downgrade, but that's part of the game too. Taking fully functional human beings and reducing them to things, I have a feeling you'll be the show's greatest work."

Lucifer crossed his arms and cleared his throat.

Skylar clenched. "Yours was another runaway victory." She looks at the cameras. "You guys actually called our bluff! We figured that Mother of Sin was too obviously crazy for any of you to take seriously. I mean, seven transformations a round, how could she possibly survive by the end of it? How could you possible expect any writer to keep up with all of that?"

"So you're vetoing it," Lucifer commanded.

Skylar smiled. "Well, my own personal tastes lean towards filling those perfect breasts with milk." Her face grew flush. "And feeding from them like, you're my mommy..." She panted and shook her head. "And of course, our master has an opinion on which way we should go."

"Skylar!" Lucifer growled, bolting to his feet. "Don't you dare!"

"The audience has spoken, and I have chosen for you....Nothing." She snapped, and Eve was suddenly gone. Like she'd never existed. She was like Trotsky, simply erased from the image.

"They killed her?" Boudica cried.

Daochan chuckled. "No, they chose to replace her."

Nzinga

King of Ndongo and Matamba

"Oh good, she's sharp too."

"She's right." Skylar said with a smile. "The audience decided that they didn't like my casting decision for contestant number eight, sorry Eve, but we've decided to go in another direction." She turned towards the grand vista allowed by the grand balcony. "Ladies, may I present the new contestant number eight"

The air above the balcony seemed to shimmer. Almost like it stopped being air at all. It seemed thick, like a membrane of some kind. This was reinforced when a hand punched through the air. Blood and gore was flung until the air, where there had been none before.

"Aaaaah!" The contestants and screamed as a growling and snarling noise from from this rip in reality.

Helen

Princess of Troy

"Bad touch guys! Who the heck did you send after us?"

Erica

Avatar of Joan of Arc

It was like watching a Wolverine rip it's way out of a moose!"

Olympias

Mother of Alexander The Great.

"I hear Ghangis Khan was born in more or less the same way."

More claw marks appeared in the air, more thick flupid leaked from it's puncture marks, until eventually it ripped open all together like a stitched together wound, and pouring out from the unbirthed womb, dropped a naked woman. She flopped on the ground like meat on a butcher's block. The sick fluid from her rebirth drizzled over her like cherries over a cheese cake.

"Introducing Lilith, The First Woman!"

With one last Smile, Skylar turns to the Cameras and bows. "That's all for tonight, we've been all kinds of busy! Now just as a reminder, we've got no more official plans in the work, but if you still want to keep up with what's going on behind the scenes be sure to jump online, where we've got a cam for each of our girls. Don't miss a second! Now until next week, I'm Skylar, and I hope you all have fun Living in Sin!"