Third round

Patricia had not been lying when she claimed that making mistakes on purpose feels wrong. She was simply contemplating doing something a little bit wrong without admitting it publicly. The inner teacher was a bit too strong for her to state her goals and motives just yet. One could consider it childish and they would not be too far from the truth. But at the same time the Dean was not sure how her superiors would react to her being more meaningfully transformed. Somehow that issue never arose during the discussions about the whole project; apparently everyone had assumed that her run would be flawless. Patricia did not want to upset her superiors and other professors with the lack of professionalism, so she needed to make any mistakes look credible. She was a human after all and humans made mistakes, even highly educated ones. But if she could not, for example, name the country in which the Pyramids were located, that would be embarrassing to say the least.

The Great Pyramid was built as a tomb for which Pharaoh?

This was the kind of question where a casual contestant could make a mistake. The most famous Pyramid had NOT been constructed for the (arguably) most famous Pharaoh. But it was also the first question and the following ones could be more difficult thus more credible for a ‘mistake’. The Dean decided to not overthink it and took the risk. “Ramesses the Third”, she answered. WRONG. Neither of the following questions turned out to be more difficult, so she had made the right choice. The Leaning Tower of Pisa is located in which country? Italy. Correct. The Alhambra, The Red One, is a Moorish palace and citadel complex located in which Spanish city? Granada. Correct. The CN Tower, with 553.3 metres the tallest free-standing structure from 1976 to 2007, is located in which Canadian city? Toronto. Correct. Taj Mahal, the jewel of Muslim art in India, was built in which century? The Seventeenth Century. Correct.

“One mistake again, Patricia,” Frank announced.

“As an excuse I need to point out that I’m a Professor of Physics and history has never been my forte,” the contestant interjected. She smiled apologetically, hoping that she did not sound too defensive.

“I’m sure that the audience will forgive you any mistakes, regardless of the category,” Frank replied with an understanding smile. He did not raise the issue which they had discussed before the round, for which she was grateful, “draw one transformation card.”

“Fetish: Anal Sex.”

“Do you like it?”

“Not at all," the Dean replied, “it certainly isn’t minor and as far as I know, it comes with an equally not-minor presentation, doesn’t it?”

“That’s right. The audience loves these presentations though. Does it mean you’d like to discard it?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Draw two new cards then.”

“Breast Expansion and Nipple Sensitivity. Oh dear.”

“If you want to, we could skip the presentation part… for now.”

“Very funny, Frank. I won’t be taking my clothes off,” Patricia’s voice sounded serious, but secretly she was excited. Her breasts might have been large enough already, but having them enlarged should not hurt and the nipples transformation sounded intriguing.

“I’m not asking you to do it, though some transformations might do it for you. Into The Chamber you go.”

The Dean managed to keep a straight face, as she walked into the device. There was nothing innocent about the changes she was to undergo, but they were within her personal tolerance limit. She closed her eyes and soon sensed her chest becoming heavy. That feeling was soon overshadowed by something else; a sensation which managed to be subtler and more impactful at the same time. Patricia’s nipples did not grow, maybe just a little, but they became erect and began to rub against the delicate fabric of her bra. The bra itself naturally needed to be altered as well in order to be able to contain her huge breasts. The contestant had a feeling that the material had been changed as well. It was delicate and seemed to tease her nipples constantly. The sensation awakened something in Patricia that had been dormant for years- she became aroused, albeit only slightly. She could feel her cheeks begin to blush, when the door to The Chamber opened and she had to step out.

The cameraman was not subtle and immediately zoomed in onto the contestant’s chest. Her breasts were still covered by three layers of clothes, but she still felt oddly exposed; though the feeling was not unpleasant. Patricia’s breasts had grown a whole cup size and it was clearly noticeable, despite the outfit. The bra was partially to blame, it not only teased her sensitive nipple, but also shaped her breasts to make them look more pronounced under the clothes; she had to admit that the result looked rather attractive. The camera finally zoomed out, the perspective gave an even better opportunity to admire the bouncing of the Dean’s breasts as she walked towards her panel.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything minor about your recent transformation, does there?” the host asked with a wink.

“You should’ve been a comedian, Frank,” the contestant replied, smiling, “before you ask,” she continued, “I think it’s still within the limits of my tolerance, though I have to admit that the unseen transformation is somewhat… distracting.”

“Judging from your tone, you’re enjoying that distraction,” it was a statement rather than a question.

“That’s one way to put it,” the Dean did not want to elaborate too much. Being publicly aroused was bad enough; or good depending how you looked at the matter. Patricia enjoyed the feeling, because she had not experienced it in quite a while, but a single innuendo was all the conversation she was willing to have about it.

“Assuming that you actually enjoy it,” Frank went on, “would you be so kind and model your… heels once again for us?”

The host did not need to make that pause, even without it Patricia knew well what the audience wanted to see; and she was already excited to be able to deliver. She tried her best to hide that excitement. She might have been **** to talk about it, but performing was a completely different matter.

“How could I refuse such a polite request?” the Dean replied with a charming smile, willfully participating in Frank’s game.

She would most likely be strict and serious, if the host ran the show in his usual explicit manner. But he knew well how to adjust to each contestant, as if he was aware of their hidden desires.

Patricia stepped out from behind the panel and once again put on her best supermodel impression. She felt even more excited now then previously and barely managed to keep a straight face; she masked her excitement and arousal with a simple smile of content. The audience obviously focused on her breasts; not only were they larger, they also bounced more noticeably. But for the contestant the nipples were the focal point. While she walked they kept rubbing against the soft fabric of the bra which seemed to be designed to tease them. Her arousal kept growing at a miniscule pace, but it was a constant process; Patricia was unable to prevent her face from blushing. The growing arousal caused her to also make a mental note. For the remainder of the quiz she would pick the easiest categories and always make the mistake on the last question. It might seem suspicious, but she suspected that she might not be in the right mental shape to take unnecessary risk. After making two lengths across the stage the Dean was rewarded with a loud round of applause.

“Thank you, Patricia,” Frank said when the audience quieted down, “you make an amazing model. There’s one more detail about your transformation. Your back has been enhanced as well, so you don’t need to worry about any potential back-pains.”

“I’m really glad to hear it. At my age issues like those are a lot more noticeable.”

“Are you ready for the Fourth Round?”

“Yes. Languages,” she answered, composing herself and trying to focus on the quiz.