Trophy Wife and a Tie

Rowan trembled.

She was so fucking horny.

There was a mild worry about Claire’s shift in attitude, brought on by her own words and the effects of the Ask my Wife transformation, but that was buried beneath a pile of aching arousal. While she was concerned about the change in her normally so gentle fiancée, she also loved being treated the way she was. It turned her on that Claire had taken control, told her to shut up and talked about her to Jack and the audience like she was just her pet and slut. Something that, Rowan realised with another spike of arousal, was entirely true.

That was not all though. The aching emptiness had grown more and more persistent. It was torturous and it made her ****. The combination of the two had her on edge. She felt like the slightest touch would set her off.

The lustful haze that had settled on her left her completely unaware of the progression of the votes until Jack’s voice broke through her stupor, announcing the results, which were also displayed on the screen at a large scale.

For Rowan the clear result was Trophy Wife with almost 40% of the vote, and Nuclear Family in second place with a little over 28% of the vote. Meanwhile Claire’s vote had resulted in a tie between Mirror Lovers and Mistress from Hell, both at 29,3% of the vote.

“Look at that, people, it seems you liked both so much you couldn’t decide! Chrissi, do you know what that means?”

The bimbo popped the oversized lollypop that she had been fellating out of her mouth. “Oh, Oh! I know this one! She gets both! Ohmigosh, so fun!”

The excited bounce that followed very nearly spilled her oversized tits out of her top, but the strained piece of fabric heroically managed to hold on to its prize, to everyone’s great disappointment.

“That’s right Chrissi, and because of Mirror Lovers Rowan gets them also!”

Chrissi gave a happy squeal and applauded along with the audience. “They’ll be so sexy!”

“They certainly will be! But before anything else,” Jack turned towards Claire, “You are one lucky lady, normally our contestants don’t get to choose their own transformations, but you are in the unique situation that you get to pick the exact transformation that will affect both you and Rowan. So what will it be?” Jack winked. “How many children do you want?”

Claire grinned. “This is a lot, I admit. But I’m very excited to see the results. I would love children, but there is another option that is even more tempting and I think we would enjoy for a long time. Eternal Youth is a no-brainer pick, and considering the other transformations we’re getting I doubt it would even mean so much for our curves, am I right?”

Jack returned the grin. “Why don’t we find out?” He raised his hand to snap his fingers, but Claire interrupted him.

“Wait, one more thing,” Jack lowered his hand and raised his eyebrow, interrupting him was risky, “before you transform us. I want to have a perfect view of Rowan transforming. And I’m sure that the audience would enjoy that also,” this prompted an impromptu round of applause. Claire turned towards Rowan. “Well, slut, strip. Show us the body you’re about to lose. We can all see you’re excited about it. Let us enjoy the show. If you’re a good girl we’ll give you a reward afterwards.”

Rowan whimpered, her face was crimson in embarrassment. Strip in front of everyone? She wasn’t an exhibitionist, and she really would prefer not to.

But Claire had ordered her.

So she started to undress. She took off her glasses, which Claire helpfully took from her, though Rowan couldn’t meet her eyes. Then her sweater went, followed by her t-shirt underneath. Then her shoes, socks, trousers. Each item removed exposed more of her clearly masculine body to the world, a body she wasn’t comfortable or happy with now slowly exposed. It was, deeply, achingly, deliciously uncomfortable.

Last to go were her boxers. When she pushed them down her painful erection sprang forward. It was a good size, but not one she wanted. She blushed furiously at the way everyone could see her, it was humiliating, and the humiliation only made her harder.

Claire stepped up behind her and grabbed her cock, stroking it for everyone to see. She whispered in her ear. “Are you ready? You’re about to get a pussy.”

Jack grinned and decided it was time. He raised his hand dramatically and snapped his fingers.

Their collars heated up.

The transformations began. Rowan’s body burned. It didn’t hurt, but she felt everything shift and change and itch without itching. And she felt very hot. So hot she was pouring with sweat.

She tried to keep her eyes on the screen to watch herself, but the experience overwhelmed her and her eyes fell closed. Unlike when it transformed her face, she felt her entire body shift all at once. Her shoulders narrowed. Her ribcage shrank. Her waist tightened and her hips widened and changed angle, they pushed her thighs apart slightly leaving a gap which was filled less and less by her shrinking balls.

Claire was still pressed against her from behind, hand still wrapped around her cock. As the transformation progressed Rowan could feel their relative heights change. She wasn’t sure whether Claire was growing taller, or if she herself was shrinking, but they were pressing together more equally. Shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip. Then Rowan’s ass filled out. It grew large and round and pressed firmly against Claire. Firmly enough that she could feel something shift in Claire’s pyjama bottoms, something increasingly big and hard and lodging itself between Rowan’s freshly inflated cheeks. Claire moaned in Rowan’s ear. Rowan felt her own cock grow even larger and harder in response. The emptiness in her ass throbbed.

Rowan’s body ached as if she had just done a full body workout. She realised this was her musculature shifting. But when the feeling concentrated around her chest her eyes flew open. Breasts! She was going to have tits of her very own! Her eyes glued themselves to the big screen behind Jack, where her transformation was captured in the highest detail. She had already changed so much.

The person on screen had pink skin, like her entire body was blushing. She had lost all her body hair somewhere along the way, leaving her smooth and shining with sweat. Her body had shifted, gained curves and was a perfect hourglass figure with a narrow waist and wide hips. Even her legs had lengthened and become more feminine. Tears jumped into her eyes at this image of herself. The only thing marring the image was the large cock between her legs. But that was not her focus at the moment.

The tingling started in her nipples, which visibly swelled up, followed by her areola that grew large and puffy. Then the rest of her flesh rushed to catch up. Her breasts surged forward from her chest, quickly covering her previous manly flatness in sure markers of femininity. The growth was fast and sudden, but to Rowan’s disappointment it did not last very long. They settled in what she guessed were a large B cup. They seemed a similar size to what Claire had while wearing a push-up. And they were incredibly perky and eye-catching. They looked fantastic on her slim chest.

She did not have long to admire, as Claire tightened her grip on her cock and cupped her balls, of which there was barely anything left. That sharply brought her attention down to what was happening between her legs.

Rowan moaned, she was so on edge, she had no idea how she had held on for so long. Claire’s fingers pressed against her balls until there were no balls anymore, the feeling was divine ****. Then they slid down further between her legs and they pressed. Rowan felt, more than she could see, herself open up. And she couldn’t hold on any longer.

She came, hard and loudly. Her entire lower body shuddered. Her ass clenched and so did her pussy as it grew in, welcoming more and more of Claire’s fingers into its depths. Rowan, meanwhile, was ejaculating her brains out all over the stage, captured in crisp 4K. If Claire hadn’t been holding her she would have toppled over.

In her post orgasmic haze she barely noticed her horns and tail grown in. Both were surprisingly painless for how fiction often described the process. Her skin simply pulled back on her forehead, as horn grew in to fill the gap, leaving her with small, two inch horns poking through her hairline. Her tail grew in, wedged between herself and Claire. It grew in long and sinewy and very flexible, and it wrapped itself around Claire’s leg as it gained length. Finally reaching a full length of maybe 4 feet, long enough to drag on the floor if she didn’t hold it up.

Her transformation was finally over, she could see herself on screen. She was hot as fuck. All the options had blended together. She had gotten a slim hourglass figure, with nicely wide hips, a hint of abs, and two perky boobs sitting proudly high on her chest. It had even aged her down to maybe 20 years old. She looked perfect. Well, in so far as a demon girl could look perfect. The pink skin suited her, and she liked her tail and the horns were cute and they matched her long elven ears. At some point her hair had gone from auburn to more of a mauve. The only thing she wished she didn’t have was her cock, but at least below it she could feel her brand new pussy. And how she felt it. Empty Inside had wasted no time in taking effect and she felt the hollowness and the ache oh so very consciously. She needed something inside her.

Claire stepped up beside her. Mirror Lovers had delivered as promised. She looked like her exact mirror image, with only the fact that she was wearing clothes setting them apart, that and how she was blueish purple, where Rowan was pink, with her hair a midnight black compared to Rowan’s red.

“You looked so hot.” Claire breathed, and she grabbed Rowan by the back of her head and pulled her close for a hungry kiss. The audience whooped. Rowan instantly realised that Claire was incredibly turned on, she could feel the pressure of her fiancée’s cock through her PJs, and her pebble-hard nipples pressed into her own through her tank top. Rowan’s hands desperately pushed down into Claire’s bottom, trying to get at that hard cock to it inside of her somehow.

Claire pushed her back and grabbed her wrist with a cruel smile. “Tut tut, not yet. You first have to clean up your mess. Go lick.” There was a cloud of dark desire in her eyes, Rowan could see it. She could probably get her to shove her dick into her, but she couldn’t help but obey.

So she fell to her hands and knees, and using just her tongue she licked her own cum from the floor, keeping her ass raised invitingly towards Claire.

When she was done, she looked up at Claire with hopeful eyes and was rewarded with a pat on the head between her horns. There wasn’t a speck of cum on the floor left, nor was there any on her face, Princess Perfection took care of that. “What a good slut, now for your reward. Stay down.”

Claire pulled down her bottoms and her cock fell heavily onto Rowan’s face. It was big, probably bigger than Rowan had been before her transformation, and Rowan needed it down her throat. She wasted little time getting it covered in her drool before sucking the head into her mouth. She knew it wasn’t the proper way to do it, but she was just so impatient, and it didn’t seem like Claire minded particularly. She started bobbing her head up and down, taking it deeper every time. Her lack of skill was abundantly clear, but she made up for it in enthusiasm. There wasn’t any doubt whether she could handle a cock of this size. She couldn’t. But she would do so anyway. She needed it, the emptiness inside of her needed to be sated.

When her fiancée’s cock reached the back of her throat, she convulsed and gagged, but kept pushing forward. She was just so close. It hurt as she pushed it into her esophagus, but it was also bliss. Finally, happiness filled her and banished the emptiness she had been feeling. And then, with her nose pressed against Claire’s abdomen, she felt her fiancée twitch and erupt down her throat. She could hear her moan above her and feel her hands in her hair and she was in heaven.

But all good things must come to an end, and eventually she had to pull back. She looked up at Claire and saw the adoration she felt reflected in her eyes. “You’re perfect.” Somewhere to the side Chrissi squealed.

The moment was interrupted by Jack. “What a fantastic show you two, give it up for Claire and Rowan, everyone!” The audience did exactly as he said. The cheers and whoops were abundant.

“Now, much as we would love to watch you two be all over each other for hours, we do have a show to finish. So, please, pick your next case.”

“Rowan, my love, because you’ve been such a good girl, you may pick the case.” Claire patted her on the head.

Rowan stayed on her knees. It felt right. She looked around the cases and pointed. “Number 16.”

Chrissie revealed the icon of a dress.

“Clothing Style!” Jack announced, “Let’s see our options!”

Clothing Style - Rowan

1. Wedding Dress. We’re all very excited for the wedding, and we know Rowan will look so pretty in her dress, so why wear it only for the day? This will have Rowan wear a variety of wedding dresses every day, as well as appropriate underwear and stockings.
2. Chained. Rowan’s forever outfit consists of a metal collar and cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Her collar comes with a heavy chain attached. She may wear clothes only when given permission by someone holding that chain. She cannot hold it herself.
3. Frilly Little Devil. We just thought Rowan would really look like a good little girl if she was decked out in an abundance of frills. With this option she will only wear lolita fashion, for both her underwear and outer wear.
4. Plugged Normalcy. Rowan can wear whatever clothes she likes, so long as she has something phallic in each of her holes. Other people will consider her immodest or inappropriately dressed if she doesn’t, regardless of what else she is wearing.
5. Convenient Modesty. Rowan will never wear clothes again, but very conveniently she has really long hair that will always fall just in such a way to hide her naughty bits from view. Though it really would be no effort at all for her or anyone else to pull her hair aside and completely expose her should they so desire.
6. Sweater Weather. For Rowan it’s always autumn, that means sweaters. Cosy sweaters and warm, knit stockings. They will perfectly fit with her glasses, completing the cosy nerd look. By the way, I said sweaters and stockings, yeah it’s just that, no pants or skirts for Rowan.

Clothing Style - Claire

1. Set Ready. Claire is a natural performer, so her outfits should reflect that. Her clothing will now be like it’s straight out of porn. Latex body suits, too-tight tube tops and daisy dukes, or just a tank top without a bra, like she is wearing now.
2. Queen over Princess. With all the transformations Claire looks like a demonic princess, but honestly, she’s a queen and should dress the part. She will always wear the most expensive gowns and jewellery and bear a crown befitting of her station.
3. Heritage Embraced. Claire’s ancestors are from China. Though she doesn’t look it anymore, she still wants to stay connected with her heritage, so let’s give her the option by letting her dress in a wide variety of traditional Chinese fashions.
4. In Uniform. Whether it’s a nurse, police officer or general, Claire will always be in uniform. Her uniforms may include both accurate, official versions, overdesigned video game variants, or sexy stripper parodies of uniforms.
5. Matching Fits. Mirror Lovers makes Rowan and Claire the same physically. With this option they will also have matching outfits. Even if they don’t try they will find their clothes to be the same or very similar. They don’t even own that top twice, but still they’re both wearing it!
6. Dark Mistress. While Rowan’s colouration is pink and red, Claire’s colouration is purple and black. Let’s build on that and bring out the Goth in her.

Vote here for Rowan: https://strawpoll.com/eJnvVA5bWnv

Vote here for Claire: https://strawpoll.com/bVg8Bz7wVyY