The First Transformation Results

Scarlet carved a path through the thick tension that filled the air like a hot knife through butter, striding purposefully towards the foetal form of Chrissy as she tried in vain to hide herself in the wide open room. The Phoenix Host crouched down beside her, cocking her head to one side in curious examination, her yellow eyes seeing not just the person but also the story behind her.

“Come on, girly,” she said, not unkindly, “You’ve not lost your second chance yet. Let’s get on with this, and then maybe you can surprise us all by clawing your way to redemption. Back in your seat.”

Chrissy said nothing, only raising her head enough to acknowledge that she had been spoken to. Her own eyes were suspicious and fearful - like a bird of prey realising it had been confronted by a bigger, meaner bird of prey.

“Alright, let me try a different way then,” Scarlet sighed, then leaned in close, her hot breath tickling Chrissy’s ear as she whispered so that only her and the Audience could hear, “Get up, or I’ll tell everyone how horny that little argument just made you, and how you can't stop imagining your Master punishing you for it.”

A sharp breath, then a nervous gulp. Chrissy’s fists clenched, her shoulders tensed, but her second thoughts caught up to her first instinct before she could make things even worse. Slowly, she shuffled her feet under herself, the Host backing off as she stood proud and tall, her chest bared to the world. She glared at each of the others in turn, daring them to say anything, desperately hoping none of them would notice how her nipples had puckered up into stiff points and praying they would assume she was flushed from embarrassment rather than arousal. They were all still annoyed at her, to some extent, and she could feel the heat of it burning in her core. When nobody took the challenge, she sat herself back down in her seat and folded her arms, the transformation guiding her to do so just underneath her bust rather than in front of it.

“Excellent,” Scarlet clapped her hands and smiled with satisfaction, “And the rest of you as well, please.” She strode back into the centre of attention as everyone reluctantly reset to equilibrium, and struck a dramatic pose with her quill pointing up at the throne. “We start with our Master again for our first transformation, or the first one that was voted for at least. What do you think you got, Matty?”

“Dragon’s Greed, I guess?” he asked rhetorically, trying to present a calm and collected front but not entirely succeeding.

“Right you are! Our Audience apparently doesn’t mind your lack of muscle as Dragon’s Strength got only 21.21% of the vote. Consent Checker took an early lead but trailed off and it ended up with 34.85%, while our winner is Dragon’s Greed with 43.94%,” the Host enthusiastically explained, “But, I’m going to blow my load early and veto that result. As funny as it might be to watch you struggle to deal with being even hornier than you already are, a little ground work is in order first. I’ll make Consent Checker the winner, but bump Dragon’s Greed down to third place so one of your harem can buy it for you if they feel like pushing your limits. Dragon’s Strength will return next round for another vote.”

• Consent Checker: The Master has always held himself back from what he wants to do out of consideration for his partner. To make it easier for him to cut loose a little, he can know with absolute certainty if his partner is into what they’re talking about or doing with simple eye .

Scarlet skipped up the steps and swiped out with the quill before Matt could react, the edge of it tickling the bridge of his nose. He flinched back at the sensation, then gasped as a searing heat spread from the point of . He screwed his eyes tightly shut, but behind his eyelids a golden light danced, swirled, then extinguished. When he finally dared open them again, nothing seemed to have changed, though he almost imagined he could feel the potential for something when he glanced around at the women arrayed before him.

“I know, a little boring to start with,” the Host said apologetically as she descended the stairs, “But don’t you worry, Audience, we’ll see some more visually interesting ones soon. Starting with our Master’s dear wife.”

“Did I get it?” Sarah asked as soon as Scarlet stepped in front of her, “Did it win? The one that makes me pretty?”

“You’re already pretty,” Matt pleaded from his position atop the throne.

Scarlet grinned. “It didn’t say it made you pretty, the exact wording was... well, why don’t I just show you. Because Body Built for Sin did, in fact, win your poll by a decent margin at 43.48%. The Good Wife came second at 30.43%, and Lust Link came in last at 26.09% so is heading to the store.”

• Body Built for Sin: Succubae are made to tempt and entice. Sarah’s body is transformed into her ideal self - taller, thinner, and tighter - with her wardrobe automatically updating to show it all off.

Sarah skimmed the text on the screen for only a moment before bouncing to her feet with a jubilant yelp, her posture open and expectant. The Host didn’t keep her waiting. With a sweep of the quill, Sarah was engulfed in a golden flame, and then she began to change.

Her height was the first noticeable difference, as she grew steadily taller. Except, as her height increased it became obvious that it wasn’t so much a growth as a stretching - with every inch gained vertically she lost an equivalent from her circumference. Her limbs became longer and thinner, her abdomen shrank inwards as her spine extended, and even her face slimmed until her cheekbones stood high and sharp. Only her breasts and ass were unaffected by the loss of mass, redistributing it instead until both were round and firm.

The clothes changed next. Sarah’s t-shirt went up and in, becoming a tube top that showed off her flat stomach and presented plenty of cleavage. Bra straps incinerated, no longer required for her impossibly perky rack. Her cardigan became a cropped, off-the-shoulder jacket, only barely longer than her top. The blue jeans cinched inwards to become so skin-tight it was as if they were painted on, and the waistline dropped until it hung off her hips and exposed a black string that went up and over each hip. Simple flat shoes transformed into a pair of shiny heels, the adjustment in her posture the final detail that turned her legs from incredible works of art to something downright unfair.

As the flames began to die down, a flare of heat fluffed up Sarah’s hair, adding salon-styled volume and darkening it from a mousey brown to a chocolatey brunette. The golden fire sputtered, dimmed, then straightened her teeth and disappeared at last.

Sarah’s hands trembled as she looked down at her new body, then carefully touched her stomach as though afraid it might burn her. Her fingers flinched as soon as they made , but then she quickly pressed her palms to soft skin, tracing the outline of her curves. She made a noise half whimper and half sob, but when she looked up at Matt she was smiling widely and her eyes glistened with excitement.

Matt wasn’t smiling though. He looked almost guilty, as he watched his wife transform into the gorgeous body she thought she needed. Sarah’s smile faltered.

“Matt?” she asked uncertainly, still clutching her stomach.

“I’m so sorry, Sarah,” he said sadly.

“Wh... what are you sorry for?”

“Hey, save the emotional turmoil for your date!” Scarlet interrupted, magically ending the conversation and shooing Sarah back into her chair, “We have a schedule to keep. Speaking of which, it’s Maxine’s turn. Any guesses what the Audience picked for you, Max?”

“Um. I’m guessing they want to see Matt slap me around,” the punk replied, still reeling a little from the overt display of magic that had happened within arm’s reach, “But I’m gonna kick the fuck off if they tried to give me the ‘good girl’ one.”

“Actually, neither of those. Counter Culture came in last place with 20.9% of the vote, so you can go buy that in the shop if you feel like you’re missing out, Undead Resilience in second with 35.82%, and our winner was Undead Hunger with 43.28%! Enjoy your new protein-rich diet.”

• Undead Hunger: Zombies consume the living. Max gains a hunger that can only be sated by sexual fluids, rather than brains, and can have a powerful orgasm from swallowing enough of it. Any kind of fluid will do, but the Master’s always tastes the best.

There was no full body conflagration this time, though when the quill swept out Max felt a deep heat begin to burn in her gut and then slowly crawl its way up to the back of her throat, like drinking whisky in reverse. She gasped at the intense, though not entirely unpleasant, warmth and clutched at her stomach in a very different way than Sarah had. When she opened her mouth, a tongue of flame licked across her lips, and when the heat faded it left behind an unfamiliar emptiness.

“Huh,” she blinked and took a few deep breaths, assessing the new feeling, “That’s weird. It’s like I’m hungry, but not.” Her eyes flicked up, first to Matt’s face and then settling on his crotch. “Oh I’m going to drain you fucking dry, Hawkins,” she laughed with a lecherous grin.

Matt gave an uncomfortable smile at the aggressive flirting, but couldn’t take his gaze off his wife. The married couple stared at each other, magically banned from discussing what had happened and desperately trying to communicate through facial expressions alone. It wasn’t working as well as either of them would have hoped.

“Up next, our teenage vampire,” Scarlet continued down the line, “Hoping that the Audience are willing to play along with your wishes, and save you time on your makeup routine?”

“They better have,” Eleanor sniffed.

“You’re in luck, because they did; though I expect not for the sake of cutting your foundation budget. Creature of the Night won with 40.91%, then Daddy Issues with 31.82% and finally Love Bites at 27.27%.”

• Creature of the Night: Everyone knows that vampires don’t go out in sunlight. Eleanor’s skin will become even paler, her eyes will turn a natural red, and exposure to direct sunlight will make her burn up (with arousal).

“Good,” Eleanor nodded, as though that was exactly what should have been expected, though her expression became a little more uncertain as she read the transformation again. “Um... how bad is the sunlight thing, actually?”

“You’ll just have to try it and see,” Scarlet chuckled, then flicked the end of the quill in the teenage goth’s direction.

The change happened in a flash, intense flame rolling over Eleanor’s skin like burning touchpaper before disappearing into nothingness. When it had gone, there was no obvious difference from the outside, but Eleanor could feel the lightness as her lenses vanished, and when she touched her face the skin was soft and smooth without any powdery trace of makeup.

“Now you, Emma, very nearly had a tie... for second place,” the Host said, “I can’t say I blame the Audience for wanting to see you on your knees, though I do wonder whether they’re hoping for a demonstration on Matt or Poppy. Your winner is Hydra’s Head with 38.24% of the vote. Multiplicity came in second at 32.35%, and Sun’s Out, Guns Out was last at 29.41%.”

• Hydra’s Head: Hydras are mainly known for their head(s). Emma will gain an extra-long tongue, expert skills in oral sex, and a strong desire to perform it.

Emma wasn’t even given a chance to respond, the transfigurative flame hitting as soon as she tried to speak and rendering her temporarily incapable of words. The fire scorched the inside of her mouth without ever actually hurting, spilling out through her lips in a burst with every panicked breath, but faded quickly. She froze when the magic had ed, waiting for some sign of what had changed.

“Okay, that’ssss,” her voice trailed off into a lispy hiss as she tried to speak. She paused, then stuck her tongue out, and out, and out. The slippery appendage reached down, past her chin, past her neck, to hang with its tip level with her collar bones. Her eyes crossed and went wide as she tried to look at it, then she instinctively curled it upwards to give herself a better view. Her new tongue moved with seductive grace, coiling around itself effortlessly as she examined it from all sides.

Emma wasn’t the only one examining the transformation. To her left, Poppy was giggling to herself and blushing heavily, and that blush spread like a contagion as soon as Emma noticed. She slurped her tongue back into her mouth, and awkwardly cleared her throat.

“That’s... ssstrange,” she itted, “I can feel it all, but it’s almost like it doesn’t take up any room unless I extend it. What’s up with that?”

“Don’t expect real-world logic to apply to transformations,” Scarlet answered with a slow shake of her head, “They run on magic and narrative convenience. Speaking of which, Poppy! You asked for one thing, your Master asked for another, but the Audience has deigned to give you both! Small Folk and Fae Promises tied for first place with exactly 40.91% of the vote each, with Daydream Believer proving surprisingly unpopular at only 18.18%. I'll choose to send that one through to the next round rather than to the store, so we'll see if they reconsider it next time.”

• Small Folk: The fae come in many sizes, but the stereotypical fairy is tiny. Poppy will be shrunk down to only three feet tall. She will keep her current adult proportions, but will be just barely stretchy enough to accommodate the Master’s cock even with her reduced stature.
• Fae Promises: A fae’s word is binding. Poppy will be unable to deliberately lie, and will do whatever possible to keep her promises.

Poppy examined her burning arms with a casual interest as her whole body was instantly set aflame. The effect started subtly: her feet had been barely making with the floor while she sat in her chair, and were suddenly dangling freely instead. Her height began to decrease, but so did her width and depth, and she stayed exactly in proportion as she shrank down; almost as if she was being viewed through a camera that was slowly zooming out. When the flames sputtered out it looked like she was a normal-sized adult sitting in an oversized chair, and only the context of the other contestants on either side brought her into perspective.

“Huh,” Poppy said, blinking slowly and taking in the room again from her reduced vantage point, “That actually felt kinda nice while it was happening. Warm and tingly. I'm going to need a step to get my camera to the right height though.”

“You have plenty of BP to spend, though maybe think about buying something more interesting than a stool,” Scarlet quipped, “Your first TF is pretty obvious, but do you think you could demonstrate the second? Make a promise, maybe, or say something true that people might not normally believe.”

The extraordinarily tiny Asian girl nodded, looking down and swinging her feet as she thought hard, then turned to face her girlfriend.

“I love you, Emma,” she said, her smile wide and trusting, the truth in her words obvious to everyone who heard them.

The declaration hit Emma right in the chest and knocked the breath straight from her lungs. “Poppy... I...” she tried. Her eyes traitorously flicked to one side, to Chrissy's expression of disgusted shock, and she paused before continuing. Poppy's face fell, then Emma's throat closed up as she realised what she had done. “Wait, no. Me too, Poppy. I mean, I... I love you too.”

Poppy stared for a moment, then **** a smile back onto her face and nodded. Emma’s fists clenched, and she looked down in shame.

“Hmm. Maybe that one would have been better in the store so somebody could buy it for Emma,” the Host pondered, then shrugged, “Oh well, too late for that now. So, Grace, I got the sense you weren’t very happy with your theme-”

“Because I’m not,” Grace snapped angrily.

“-but I think you’ll come around on the transformations once you realise how useful they can be,” she continued pleasantly, “For example, you never need to buy bondage restraints again because your hair now ties you up on its own! Living Hair was our winner at 44.62%, Burning Bush got 33.85% and will be back next round, and Priestess of Athena got only 21.54% and will be available in the store.”

• Living Hair: The most famous aspect of Medusa is her head full of snakes. Grace’s hair grows to ankle length and comes to life, and reacts to her mood. It will lash out when she’s angry, protect her when she’s scared, and restrain her when she’s horny.

Grace closed her eyes and clenched her jaw as the fire engulfed her head. The heat lifted her ginger curls until it was hard to tell where hair ended and flames began, and as the pillar of fire roared higher and higher it seemed to take the red locks with it. They stretched up and up, until they went as high above her head as she was tall, and then the flames suddenly cut out and the hair fell limp.

An unreasonable amount of luxurious copper spirals draped across the floor around Grace; then, with a serpentine slither, it began to move. The hair dragged inwards, lifting and arranging itself into a shield between its owner and the world; not a cocoon, but a living barricade of dozens of lively locks. Grace opened her eyes, just a little, and watched the movement with suspicion, but neither sat up nor reached out to touch it.

“You’ll probably want to start buying shampoo by the gallon,” Scarlet commented dryly, then quickled ducked as a strand of hair lashed out like a whip into the place her head had been mere moments ago. “Oopsie! Careful with that anger as well,” she chuckled as she stood up again, “I’ll be a little more forgiving of involuntary reactions, and your Living Hair shouldn’t ever seriously hurt anyone, but it won’t put you in my good graces that’s for sure. Heh. Good ‘Graces’.”

Grace took a long, slow breath through her nose, and pressed her lips together even more firmly, but said nothing. Scarlet took that as her sign to move on.

“Given our harpy threw away her chance at a vote, the final set of results belong to dear April. The Audience is as predictable as they are wonderful, and our winner is obviously Catgirls are Inevitable with 48.44% of the vote, followed by Shapechanger at 28.13% and Collared bringing up the rear with 23.44%.”

• Catgirls are Inevitable: A very warm welcome to this season’s obligatory catgirl! Much like the neko she represents, April will gain cat ears and a tail, and maybe some other feline characteristics and mannerisms as well.

“Okay,” April said quietly, vibrating in her seat with nervous excitement.

The flame was external again this time, but split into three distinct parts: one on each side of April's head, and one at the base of her spine. She squealed as the tips of two black-furred ears began to protrude through her hair, but before she could reach up to feel them a stronger sensation took her focus. She contorted around to stare at her own backside as a sleek black tail wriggled its way above the waistband of her skirt, growing out and up, weaving lazy S-curves in the air. April tentatively touched it, letting out a surprised squeak as it reflexively twitched, then giggling happily as she stroked the soft fur and felt the gentle petting from both the giving and receiving sides.

“Alright, congratulations everyone on a successful opening ceremony!” Scarlet declared loudly, stepping back into the middle of the space and spreading her arms wide, “I'm sure you're all tired out and ready for bed, but... Come on, April. I'm talking here.”

April's new ears swivelled towards the sound of her name, but she continued touching her tail, running her fingers through the fine fluff.

“Hey, Kitty! Stop playing with yourself and pay attention!” the Host snapped her fingers, loud and sharp.

“Mrrp?” April trilled, her head whipping around and her pupils dilating until her eyes were almost entirely black. She glanced around, realising everyone was staring at her, then blushed and cleared her throat. “Oh. Sorry.” Her ears went down and her eyes slowly returned to normal as she released her tail and sat back.

“...as I was saying,” Scarlet picked the thread of her announcement back up, “I'm sure you'd all like to get some sleep, but we just have a quick tour to get through first. Follow me, and welcome to the Storybook Castle!”