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Grace Song woke up to the searing pain of glass lightubes burning her retinas, her vision blurry. What...had happened? The last thing she remembered was falling asleep, safe in her bed...She shifted her eyes, groggy, away from the ceiling light she was staring at. She was in a padded, white room, starkly decorated aside from a plush, red velvet chair, which she was apparently currently on, hence why she woke up looking at the light and a bed.
Moving up, she realized room was divided in two, with a barrier containing plexiglass windows into the other half in the middle, almost like an interrogation room. Against the Wall were five buttons, containing the symbols for a brain, a body, fire, a bush, and three squiggly lines.
The other side on of the room, inaccesible due to the glass, contained a identical chair and bed, and... What The Fuck? On the other side of the glass, rising off a chair herself... was… was that who she thought it was? Her hair and makeup elagantly styled, wearing a dress shirt and trousers, making Grace feel thoroughly underdressed in her Pyjamas. This was a really weird dream.
A gravelly, worn out voice began to speak over the intercom. "Commencing trial 133-B.........
now.
Good evening ladies. You have been selected for a clinical trial in the effects of concentrated physical and mental transformative. Your families and friends will be rewarded for your participation." At this the woman who looked like a redheaded movie star, still clutching her head, confused, began to speak. "Um, sorry but my agent wasn't consulted in the prod.. whatever the bloody hell this is" The Voice spoke up again. "You're unlikely to be involved in any form of production going forward, Kate, but your agent will, again, be compensated for her trouble."
"The two of you are going to be involved in a test. Each of you has on your side of the room some buttons, with each one releasing a different transformative gas into the opposite room. The combination and sequencing of the gas will effect the transformation, so choose wisely based on the symbols. Failure to press any button in the next 30 minutes will result in both sides being flooded with a toxic nerve gas. Your compliance will be noted and appreciated, I'll leave you to think it over for a bit, thank you!"
The directions conclude as a timer blinks to life. Thirty minutes in a crimson tone.
"What the fuck is this!?" Grace shouts, heart pounding as she stares at her opponent from the claustrophobic tube. The buttons on the panel in front glow a pale orange, each one showing different symbols.
What looks like a head of hair, a waspy womanly body, a dress, a brain, fingernails, teeth, speech bubbles, a stomach, a name tag, shoes, on and on they spread. None gives even the slightest inkling of a clue as to what changes the gas may bring. The only surety is the horrying death of the gas that will be released by inaction.
Surely her foe wants to escape as well...
Slamming her dainty, pale fist against the side of the tube, she shouts and signals toward the affluent celebrity across from her. She had seen the woman somewhere, her elegant figure somewhat imposing. Above her tube, a name shines out. Kate
Inaudible to the other woman through the thick glass, Grace pounds and gestures and shrieks.
The woman opposite Grace's eyes began to flicker between the speaker, the buttons, the timer, and Grace herself, panicking and banging against the walls. She stared intently at the buttons. Mouthed "sorry" and pressed the symbol which looked like a head of hair. Immediately, a white gas began to flood Grace's chamber, Grace left Powerless as she breathed it in and it permeated her body...
Grace choked and sputtered as the gas flooded her lungs. Supposedly the toxic gas would only come if they failed to act, but what was spraying after the button press tasted wretched enough.
Reaching up to push back her shoulder-length raven locks, Grace felt them laying heavy and lank instead of light and voluminous. Raising her dark eyes to the light reflection in the glass wall, she shrieked - her hair clung to her soft, round face and slender, alabaster neck in wet-looking greasy heaps.
Scratching at her scalp, she could practically feel the thick layer of oil seeping from her scalp, itchy flakes of dandruff falling onto her pyjama shirt as she scratched. A stink like wet dog hung about her, to remind her forever of the abysmal state of her hair.
"She ruined my hair...!" Grace cried out, gesturing at Kate. It made perfect sense now. The gas damaged the body of whoever it affected. And naturally the rich, affluent actress would have no qualms in ruining the life of a plebian like her.
In a fit of anger and spite for the older, gorgeous woman, Grace blindly slammed her hand at the keypad next to her, a key with a glowing pair of breasts on it depressed under her ring finger...
Kate stared in horror, her hand over her mouth , as the gas began to change the young Asian woman’s hair, her hair beginning to become greasy, tangled and rotten, the girl beginning to recoil from the stench of her own hair. Kate had no idea the button she pressed would do that, no idea she would accidentally change a girl into that. This must be some form of trick; her agent made a deal with Darren Brown or some other more washed up carny behind her back. How the fuck would she get out of here?
"I'm... I'm so bloody sorry. We need to find a way out of here, whoever did this is a monster, we need..." The girl jammed a button her own console, and Kates room was flooded by gas mid-sentence. She tried to hold her breath, but after a while it was useless, and she breathed in the toxic smelling air. Kate felt a tingling in her breasts, and panicked as they began to deflate, going from her immaculate, bouncy D cups to mere sporty, slightly saggy B cups... thank God it wasn't anything more serious, she was the lead in billion dollar movies, of course she could pull these off.
"You fucking Bitch! I only pressed the button because he told us to!" Kate said indignantly. It made perfect sense now. Of course the plebian, ungrateful young woman had no qualms attempting to ruin the life of an actress of her calibre. Of course, Hollywood wanted her out anyway.
Kate scanned the buttons and picked the one which looked like a foot. Maybe it would teach her she wasn't even fit to clean Kates Jimmy Chus?
Grace smiled with the same sickening glee she projected onto Kate as she saw her breasts shrink and droop, stopping at saggy little sacs more befitting the middle-aged three-time mom. Her sweeping dress sunk with her bust, the hem dragging on the dusty floor.
The dark look in Grace's eyes gave way to panic as she was blasted with another wave of gas, sputtering and attempting to hold her breath. The gas seeped in despite the attempt, and she felt an agonizing sensation in her feet.
Turning her eyes down to her delicate, perfect feet, she saw them begin to stretch painfully past the hem of her pajama pants, going up size after size. Rapidly she passed from size 6 to 7, 7 to 8, onward until she looked like she was standing on boats, her feet slowing down and eventually stopping at massize size 13s.
As her feet slowed down in growth, her toes stretched on, becoming long, more widespread and uneven.
Whimpering as she looked at her sore, achy new sasquatch feet, she looked up at Kate again. Hoping to take the edge off of her own horror by laughing at Kate's sagging tits, her eyes gravitate to Kate's beautiful shoes and feet.
Grace attempts to keep her gaze locked onto Kate, but struggles, her body beginning to grow warm and uncomfortable as she analyzes every stitch and curve of Kate's sexy, shining leather heels and every inch of her adorable feet and neat nails...
Shaking her head, Grace looks at the series of buttons, trying to plot how to take revenge on her opponent.
"Aha! This one!" she shouts, slamming a thumb down on a button resembling a pair of lips and teeth...
Kate watched in vengeful satisfaction as the girl with the dirty hair began to watch her feet grow larger, becoming grotesque, large, masculine feet.
"Mmm, I bet those smell good, don't they? How does it feel to have feet like that when you can look at me and see my perfect, pedicured toes?" She began to remove one heel on the bed and placed her foot against the glass, watching with glee as her rival attempted to look away, but was unable to resist licking her lips at the celebrities immaculate body.
"There now, if you don't press any buttons, you may get to tast-" Kate was cut off again as her rival slammed her hand on a button. This time, a long, robotic tube came down from the ceiling, Kate attempted to escape but, because her footing was uneven due to only having one heel on, she tripped, and was eventually trapped against the wall, the tube forcing her mouth open and spraying a foul tasting gunk inside.
Kate thought she was finished when she, struggling, had managed to swallow the last of the goop, but the tube remained attached, and she felt a cold, hard piece of metal being attached to her teeth, before the tube was finally removed. Crawling over to the glass, she opened her mouth to reveal yellowed, uneven teeth with a set of crooked, nerdy braces applied. Being this close to the glass assaulted her with the stale smell of her own breath, much to Graces delight in the opposite room.
Don't let this cheap whore get to you. Kate began to coquettishely chuckle, her braces admittedly making it more difficult than normal "Did you really think that would effect me? These are 40K at the dentist away from being perfect again, you wouldn't be able to afford it of course, but for me it's a drop in the bucket. Seems like I'm winning so far, doesn't it?" Kate said, smugly, moving to the console. "Well, if you want to make my breath smell, I guess your body needs similar adjustment, doesn't it?" Kate pressed the button which depicted a woman sniffing her own armpit. Hmmm, the surprise was a little exciting, maybe she'd gain one of those disgusting armpit fetishes, maybe her whole body odor would get worse, maybe she'd just get a little hair? Kate was beginning to enjoy administering these transformations, thoughts of escaping moved to the back of her mind....
Grace longed for the sexy, slender, petite foot being pressed against the glass in front of her...
NOPE. she thought, shaking her head. She wasn't one of those foot people, and she definitely wasn't about to be for another woman.
A tube descending from the ceiling to assault Kate, and Grace watched with glee as it pinned her down, the sight of her celebrity foe struggling under it exhilarating.
As the tube retreated and Kate examined herself, Grace almost cringed. Horrific, stained, chipped, crooked braced teeth peered out of Kate's ruby red lips - Grace felt like she could practically smell the halitosis in her own chamber.
The sight and scent didn't seem to bother Kate, as she looked to be gloating. That's okay, looks like I'll have another chance at those later... Grace thought, looking at the panel where the breast button had lit up once again.
Analysing the panel, she missed Kate pressing a button on her end.
Mechanical arms extended from the wall of the chamber, pushing Grace face-first into the glass, pinning her arms in a raised position. Another arm extended, with a brush that looked at home in a kitchen, dripping with a foul smelling fluid as viscous as syrup.
Grace squirmed and yelped as the brush slathered the ice-cold, sticky substance on her underarms, a dirty feeling left behind. Another arm stealthily dropped behind her, needle-tipped and primed at the base of her skull. With a quick pinching feeling it poked into her head, emptying the contents of a tiny phial, retracting before she could even notice it.
The arms let her loose, Grace feeling thoroughly soiled. It felt just like she had been through a long session at the gym, the same disgusting, unwashed feeling. Lifting her arms in an attempt to stretch them and ease the soreness of her trial, she caught a whiff of the scent wafting from beneath them. It was unlike anything she had smelled before, like layer upon layer of her own sweat and body odor, with a touch of garlic.
It was sickening... Stifling... Sweet... Grace looked at her glistening armpits, reaching for a towel to wipe them, sweat beaded to the surface once more where she had just dried. Unable to resist her own curiosity, she sniffed again. It was the same scent, but better. She sat, inhaling this enticing aroma for a moment before snapping to reality. The clock had moved forward four minutes somehow.
"You think this will stop me...? I'm Chinese! We're used to... wonderful... lovely... aromas..." She dipped her head down to sniff her moist pit again before snapping to face Kate. "You're done, you old cow."
Looking toward the panel again, she immediately locks onto a button. It shows what Grace was pretty sure was a birthday cake. Instantly she stabs it with a finger.
Kate watched her rival get horrid, brown gunk applied to her underarms and a vial of liquid get applied to her head. Sweat began to pool under the arms of her pjama top as she repeatedly sniffed them, first with disgust, the with a growing lust, for minutes at a time. Kate couldn't resist chuckling again at the desperate, needy girl. "Hmm, the way you're huffing those underarms I imagine you've probably always been dreaming of this moment haven't you? Being humiliated in front of a strong, British woman? Too bad you're a disgusting, nerdy loser now"
Kate watched her rival press a button, and braced herself as the pink gas flooded the room. At first, Kate felt no changes, but then felt her body begin to sting all over, she worried about some sort of skin mishap, but, looking in the mirror on one side of the room, it looked like she was.... getting younger? The wrinkles and crows feet beginning to disappear, not that she had many anyway, her hair beginning to grow longer, reverting to the red she wore for...by god... Looking at herself, she must have reverted to just 20 years old, back when she was preparing for the biggest role of her life! Aside from the braces and the brests, this was the prime of her life!
Kate turned back to the girl, who was now greedily sniffing at her armpit on the couch "You...You... This is wonderful! I don't know if you meant to but, thank you so much! I...I imagine getting younger is meant to humiliate the residents here but, well, I was always a born movie star! You're... You're really bad at this, aren't you? I assume you know who I am, so why don't you tell me yours?" Kate had a spring in her step, she was young again! The only problem was a heat in her loins, she forgot how horny she felt all the time when she was young. Oh well...
Kate briefly thought about refusing to press anymore buttons but knew her captor was unlikely to release her if she didn't play into his or her games. Scanning the buttons, she searched to try and return the favor and find something her rival would find unpleasant, but able to live with. She found a symbol with a masculine body on it, hmm, maybe it would give her a mans sex drive? That wouldn't be too bad, would it? Kate tried to give a 'nothing personal' expression and a thumbs up as she pressed the button.
"NO! NO, DAMMIT!" Grace shouted as she saw her rival undergoing the exact opposite of what she'd expected to happen when she hit the button. Pounding her fist impotently against the glass, she huffed.
She was so sure Kate would have turned into a granny and she would have won. This complicated things a bit. Taking another quick huff of her sweaty pit, she pondered what to do next. She never ever noticed another needled mechanical arm jabbing into her flat, pale tummy - through her wool pajama top.
"AGH, WHAT THE HELL!?" she shouted, doubling over and holding her gut as the arm retreated. She could barely even gather what happened before her body's chemistry changed...
A readout appeared on the screen in front of Kate, displaying a progress bar with a male and female symbol on opposite side. The blue end of the gauge was marked 8% and the pink 92% before the numbers suddenly shift. The redistribution ends quickly at a 30/70 male-female split.
A searing heat runs through Grace as she shudders and shakes. Crunching, popping sounds ring out as her body reconfigures, new bone growing and old bone shrinking. Her waspish hips shrink, still feminine, but vaguely androgynous. Her C-cup breasts shrink, the fat moving down toward her stomach as they shrink to AA's and her shoulders widen to the same width as her hips. The whispy, pale hairs on her arms darken slightly, spreading outward toward her hands and feet - still soft and feminine, yet veering toward a masculine pattern. Stubnle springs up on her legs, itching like she was three days overdue for a shave. Her eyebrows darken and thicken, tiny wispy hairs sprouting on her upperlip and face - now fuzzy enough to match Kate's own fuzzy face. Her greasy hair shrinks back, becoming a disgusting-looking short bob cut. Her nails remain manicured and prim, but shrink back into her fingers, cut much shorter now.
A faint point pushes out at her next as she writhes. "What did you do to me!?" she shouts, taken aback by her suddenly hoarse and slightly lower voice. Where once was a sweet, almost squeaky voice now lay near Cher or Pink's.
"YOU'RE TRYING TO TURN ME INTO A FUCKING BUTCH!!!!????” the now tomboyish Grace screamed in a hormonal rage, slamming against the wall with a bit more force than expected. "Y-you piece of shit," she mumbles, clutching her groin as her newly enlarged clit and labia rub against the soft wool of pyjama pants, causing them to engorge further as dull pleasure echoes from her pussy.
I've gotta end it before that button comes back... Grace thinks, I'm not going to be some Butch... Looking at the panel again, she sees a button pop up glowing with what looks like a hair follicle and a plus sign... Quickly she pounces on it. "You want to see me become a man? Let’s see what you look like all hairy..." Sniffing her sweaty pit again, she notices itchy stubble having sprouted on her smelly pit.
Kate watched with sympathy as the changes enveloped the girl (well, she supposed she was the younger one now. She hadn't expected the changes to completely make her more masculine, merely give her a more masculine sex drive,) so the girl rapidly becoming androgynous came as a surprise. Kate couldn’t deny the girls greasy hair getting shorter made her slightly more attractive, even if those feet were so large a masculine
"No!" Kate pulled her hand away from her crotch, having the raging hormones of a young woman was getting to her. She considered apologizing to the other woman, she genuinely was trying to get them both out of here, before the girl started banging on the wall and screaming at her.
"All that Masculine energy getting you too aggresive, eh? Have to resort to slurs? How very rude." Kate said, turning her nose up. She was going to ruin this bitch.
"You want to see me become a man? Let’s see what you look like all hairy..."
"I'll show you how a lady deals with this...degradation." Kate was gassed again, and her body began to itch all over, especially in the crotch and armpits. But she refused to budge. She knew the change would make her hairier, she had no need to hide from it. Instead, she looked her sweating, wild eyed rival dead in the eye. "I bet you're loving this aren't you? You've already got an armpit fetish, don't you?" Kate lifted up her arm, staring at the wild black bushes underneath, Then she looked at Grace .She remembered the last time she let her pits grow out like this. She was an actress flouting convention was her job.
"Don't you think I look good as a hairy girl? I bet you want to stroke your clit to the very idea of burying your face into my hairy pits, licking them clean, knowing you could never hope to match a goddess like me" Kate felt a dampness in her panties, she had to be careful. Kate moved her face to her hairy pit, and sniffed the perfume underneath. "Mmmm, fresh as a daisy, don't you just want it? Go, on, have a wank, you know you want to" With this, she pressed a button with a fire symbol, assuming that the symbol meant she would make her rival horny. Horny enough to start masturbating.
Grace bit her lip as she watched Kate flout her shaggy, unshaven pits, taking in such succulent whiffs of scent. Burying her face in her own pit, she wished it felt as good as Kate's plush bushes - coarse black stubble scratched her face as she rubbed. Scratching at the thick stubble on her calf with her other foot, she found herself wishing her hair could grow out more, that it was as full and plush.
A jet of red mist poofed into Grace's face, setting off another coughing fit. Instantly, a heat welled across her body, a tingling itch poking at her mosquito bite titties and bulging, inch-long clit. Delving a hand into her pyjama pants by instinct, she tenderly rubbed her clit, finding the sensation duller than it was before her last transformation. She had to release the heat...
Pulling open the buttons on her pyjama top, she let fall open, exposing her hairless, slightly pudgy, androgynous torso. Dropping her pyjama pants, she could see her enlarged clit poking out under the dense jungle of pubic hair. It wasn't enough.
She found herself fixated on thoughts of her boyfriend - taking a deep whiff of her body odor, she could have sworn she almost smelled like him. Taking her clit between her index finger and thumb, she begins stroking the organ, feeling it harden under her fingers. She was still a girl no matter what, he would still love her, she thought, dreaming of lying in bed with him, her small androgynous body embraced by him, his cock rubbing against hers... NO, she thought, stopping to stare at her swollen clit. I'm still a woman and I always will be. A straight, 100% woman.
Continuing to stroke her clit between her fingers, teeth biting into her lower lip, she stares at the keys. "Too lat get ready cunt!" she shouts at Kate, before pressing the same button that had turned her into the tomboy rubbing out her numb clit. The button depressed as a pink and blue gauge flared up on Grace's monitor.
Kate watched as her rival was unable to resist jerking her swollen clit to her hairy pits. Kate was, of course, well versed in the methods of feminine persuasion, if this woman had a modicum of same sex attraction, she'd last minutes. Nonetheless, she was able to use her hand to press a button, this wasn't over yet....
Kate watched in panic as the gauge began to fill up, changing from 99% to 65% feminine. This was the first truly great move her rival had made all game, damnit. Kate felt an itching, painful sensation all over her body as muscle began to form and Testosterone flooded her body. Kate felt her breasts deflate even more, this time forming harder muscle underneath, her stomach began to become muscular too, for the first time, she had abs... She looked at the dress, this feminine thing and kicked it off, "Fuck that" she said, in a coarser tone. Her head hair began to retreat into her head, leaving with a short, butch haircut, she also watched as her feet began to become rougher, coarser, less feminine.
Her body hair began to spread, a treasure trail extending up from her bush, as her body hair as a whole began to become slightly coarser, but still feminine. Kate coughed as her face began to reshape, her chin becoming less feminine, and her eyes becoming smaller. The last change was the worst, the surge of testosterone causing her clit to grow and expand, she began to know how her rival felt, God, she was so fucking horny. Walking naked to a mirror, she discover what she looked like She looked fucking hot.
She posed for a bit, feeling a trickle of moisture run down her thigh. Fuck, she made a cute butch. She walked over the console and found a button with two cartoon women and a love heart in between, and pressed it. If this woman wouldn't jerk off to her before, she would now....
Grace pressed a hand against the glass wall, focusing hard on tugging her numb, engorged clit to dreams of her boyfriend. She needed release, needed to cum, but the hormonal imbalance she was suffering was killing her sensitivity and libido, despite the fiery waves of arousal crashing through her.
Through her focus, Grace missed the changes she'd inflicted on Kate - and the subsequent button press. Another gauge appears on Kate's monitor, under the one showing Grace's current gender balance. A blue side features a male symbol piercing the circle of a female symbol, the other two female symbols linked together at the circle. The display showed a balance of 78/22. Unlike the slow swing of the gender bar, this one rapidly shifted, the pink side swallowing the blue and slowing at 18/82.
Grace stroked feverishly for a few seconds, hardly noticing a difference... Until she slowed down.
17/83.
She thought of her boyfriend. Her clitoris grew soft in her fingers. No matter how she reminisced about their encounters, she found herself repulsed suddenly.
11/89.
"Dick is fucking nasty..." she mumbled, trying to get it up for her boyfriend again. She had played along with the concept so her boss would stop accusing her of being a lesbian. She could still hear the shrill middle-aged Chinese woman ranting about how women like her needed a nice man to start a family with.
7/93.
Instantly her clit sprung back to life. The old woman sure was a MILF. Such perfect, perky tits despite having four kids, a tight little body despite her four decades of age. Those soft, plump lips...
4/96. Wrapped around her 8-inch strap-on. Jerking at her clit like did the fake dick in her spare time, she dreamed of fucking her boss’s tight throat. "You ruined my life by making me take dick, take this dick, fucking bitch..." she growled, her new voice sounding practically masculine, as she dreamed of taking revenge on her stupid, awful, hot boss with the power of a plastic cock.
1/99.
A sudden moment of clarity snapped Grace out of her rage. Staring across the way, she locked eyes with her foe - no longer the graceful, talented actress, now appearing every bit the butch . A cute butch. So fuckable, that tight, flat chest, sexy abs...
This was wrong.
0/100.
She tried thinking of her boyfriend, bile welling up in her throat as she thought of ever even giving a man the time of day, let alone sleeping with him. Meanwhile, that sexy celebrity over there reminded her of her high school gym teacher, Coach Navarro, who had such a tight body, and a cute little virgin pussy to die for...
"YOU TURNED ME INTO A BUTCH...!?" She roared at the glass. "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU SO HARD... F-fuck you up so hard...!" She struggled with thoughts of her legs wrapped around the butch's head, her hairy hole being plumbed as their sweat and stench mixed.
DOUBLE ROUND flashed on both screens as Grace gazed toward the panel. Jamming a slick finger onto a button of a person kneeling in front of another, she was surprised to find the panel hadn't dimmed like last time. This time, she pressed a button displaying a bicep flexing.
"Get ready, bitch," she whispered.
Kate watched with a smug satisfaction as the girl continued jerking her clitoris as the bar filled up, pausing briefly, then going at it with even more fury, mumbling under her breath as Kate flashed her tits and hairy armpits at her. poor woman, she barely has any strength left, soon I'll walk out of here with her literally grovelling at my feet. Maybe having a slave could help her restart a career as an arthouse actress.
Kate saw the double round notification flash up on her screen, as her rival tapped two buttons with a cum soaked hand. A needle shot out of the side wall, straight into her arm, and injected her with a huge vial of ambiguous liquid. Kate felt a pounding in her heart as every muscle in her body became stressed and strained, she could feel fibre and muscle growing in her body. She'd... she'd just been injected with a mega dose of steroids.... She could feel herself sweating and perspiring as the tightness in her biceps and thighs began to result in muscle forming, and she gasped as she began to look more like a female bodybuilder than a former celebrity. The steroid injection did other things to her physiology, she felt so powerful now, flexing her large muscles felt good.
She'd begun to sweat, and felt a strong masculine musk get caught in her nostrils, she felt good, it would be even easier to destroy this little slu- Kate's attention was caught by another dial appearing on the monitor, this one reading DOMINANCE in large letters, with a red and light blue. the dial began to shift from 80/20 in favour of Dominant, to a rapid deterioration.
60/40: Kate began to feel her anger and rage at her rival subside, she was.. feeling a little flattered she wanted to get off to her? It was nice to feel attractive and wanted!
40/60:Kate began to feel a sharp pain in her head she was feeling so....funny looking at the girl on her bed, she was starting to listen to her mumblings. Mmm, a strap on, I would love to be penetrated by that by my mistre... I mean by her...
32/68: No! You need to fight it! Kate, or was that Katie? She could feel the hair growing on her head again. Was the masculine feminine dial moving again? She could swear it wasn't 22/78 before... She looked funny
25/75 Katie giggle, at the way her mistress was masturbating for her, God, she looked so fucking hot right now, Katie couldn't wait to ask her mistress to let her take a lick of her disgusting, hairy pits, it's what a-
20/80 fucking dog like her deserved, she started to crawl on the floor, like she deserved, running her hand over her soaking, hairy crotch. She imagined mistress thrusting into her, making her cu... "No!" Kate screamed, pulling her hand out of her crotch. The dial had stopped moving, she was still submissive, she needed to ruin her fast, the only way to stop her submitting to her mistr to her rival was to make her so ugly should couldn't possibly have any attraction, and it was her round too. She picked the button with an icon of trash, with stinklines coming off it, and one which seemed to be voice, hoping they would save her...
Grace smirked, watching the butch grow more lovely and feminine, stronger, yet docile. She watched her lick her lips as she stared at Grace's nude, tomboy body. The name plate over Kate had changed to reflect her new name, Katie.
"That's right, Katie, look at it... This is where you're staying..." Grace growls at the lusty bodybuilder, knowing she could never hear her. She gestures toward her drooling, engorged pussy. "Lip-locked with my lips like a good whore."
A sloshing sound penetrates the air as she watches Katie struggle with her feelings. Twin chemicals mix into an aerosol that douses Grace. Coughing and hacking, she reels back.
"Fuckin' hell!" Grace spits out, her voice evolving again. Her smooth, deeply feminine voice steps lower, now fully androgynous to match her tomboyish appearance, with a rasp somewhat like an aged smoker's.
A sweet scent permeates the air, and Grace breathes in. Her skin is sticky with a layer of sweat and foul odor, like a more concentrated version of what was forced into her pits. Her masculine musk drives her into a deeper heat, yet she fails to falter. Spreading her stubbly legs, she shows her forested snatch to Katie.
Looking toward the panel, she smiles broadly as she sees two buttons, one marked Like OMG and one with a pair of breasts...
Katie struggles with her own urges, to submit to the horrid, sexy, smelly fragrant woman. Her voice had begun to rasp, becoming so strong, so masculine. Katie slapped herself, hard. She had to snap out of it, had to....
A helmet descended from the ceiling and began to attach itself over Katie's head, despite her struggling. At first, it was Blackness, like a VR helmet, and suddenly, she was barraged with wave after wave of imagery for what felt like hours, but was only minutes.
The helmet finally lifted. "Like, Oh gawd, oh, oh my God! OMG! What's happened to my voice, I sound like a... Like a total beach babe! Like a total cutie! Like an- AMERICAN WHORE!" Kate's British voice briefly broke through the valley girl, but the hypnosis had worked, she was losing herself.... "Like, a totally cute American Bimbo Biatch! Thanks, Mistress! I feel so 'giggle' hot and sexy now!
Another needle was injected into her breast, and they slowly began to inflate, not with fat like her original breasts, but plastic, bolt on tits. Katie began to shake them enthusiastically. "OMG, you just made me like, even better mistress! I'd be like totall happy to Cum for you! Wait, no, this is like, wrong! I thought my name was Katie, not Kitty, is my name Kitty? I guess if the screen says it it must be true! And I'm so feminine now, and cute too!" She said, dancing and teasing the still masturbating Grace. Suddenly, Kitty looked at Grace, in a state of shock, or momentary clarity, and darted to the console.
"GO FUCK YOURSELF, BITCH!" she said, in a last gasp of her british accent, as she slammed the Acne button and button with a picture of a much curvier lady.....
Grace cackled with a devious glee, watching Katie's - Kitty, now - eyes glaze over, a dumb smile pasted on her face as she shouted something unintelligible through the glass.
Kitty's chest swole unnaturally, stretchmarks forming as her breast grew into hard, firm basketballs practically glued onto her hard, muscular chest.
They shook back and forth without slack or give as she giggled and jilled herself before snapping back into a rage briefly.
A shower of viscous, thick goop sprayed into Grace's face unexpectedly, mostly soaking into her skin while dripping down her shoulders. The reflection in the mirror showed her greasy skin sprouting pimple after zit after pimple, making her look like more of an oily high school boy.
Another needle jabbed her stomach, causing her to double over. Shuddering, her body seemed to swell under her gaze. A counter on Kitty's screen showed a weight that climbed gradually.
160 lbs.
Grace's fingers dug into her new bingo wings, flab settling on auxiliary parts first.
170 lbs.
Grace's tits swole slightly, setting at B-cups.
190 lbs.
Grace's ass seemed to jiggle despite her standing near motionless, weight settling on her butt and thighs.
220 lbs.
Grace stood up straighter as a heavy gut pushed out, a spare tire settling under her bee sting tits and beginning to fold over her bushy groin.
250 lbs.
Rubbing her zitty cheeks and chin, Grace's bloated fingers felt her squishy cheeks and double chin as she smiled.
"You really thought this would work? I guess you have submitted and just decided to help me," she said gruffly. "I lost more weight than this in college, I've been meaning to get back to the gym... All you're doing is making it harder on yourself once I get out of here and fuck that tight hole..."
Looking toward her console, she grins at the buttons. "Let's see what happens with these two..."
One finger presses a button that shifts from black to brown to yellow to white, another finding a home on a button showing a nerdy looking human face.
The former Kate watched, distraught, as the changes made her mistress more conventionally ugly, but all she could think about was how much hotter and more powerful lit made her, how it would feel to be dominated by such an ugly, butch bitch, her fat thighs swallowing up her face, sucking her cute little clitty..
Kate retreated into a corner, naked and afraid, desperately trying to stop her hand plunging into her aching pussy.
You're Kate, a famous Actress... You're Kate, a famous slut...You're Katie, a famous, horny, slut.... You're Kitty, a horny slut...OMG! YOU'RE KITTY! A HORNY SLUT!...OMG! YOU'RE LIKE, SO HORNY RIGHT NOW!
Kitty began plunging her fingers into her pussy, unable to contain herself as she imagined herself being forced to lick her mistress' sweaty armpits, she remembered meeting her in a night club in California, it was so fun to be dominated by an Asian woman like herself....Like, that doesn't seem right.... She couldn't remember if she was raised by White, or Asian parents... the mist had sprayed into the room and she hadn't even noticed, her skin was getting darker, her face changing mildly, she...did have asian parents right, she was always such a giggle embarassment to em'! Such a valley girl slut! She didn't mind as long as she was getting pumped!
Another needle descended from the ceiling and injected her in her face. This didn't feel good, like the other times, she felt sick, and swollen, looking in the mirror, she saw her hair turning greasy and black, and her vision began to blur as her skin became greasy and unwashed she realized she didn't look attractive any more, she looked utterly geeky, but, like, who needed showers anyway. She looked at her Misstress, she took her in, when no-one else could, she loved her foul breath, her muscles, her artificial boobs, she'd made herself a freak for her.... Kitty. She felt an Orgasm rush through her, she never had much self control, she remembered that now. She was Misstress's slut, she...she needed her...
The Voice over the intercom spoke again.
"Test Finished 1 hour 16 into test. Civilian won, by reason of giving opponent uncontrollable orgasm. Congratulations Grace, Kitty, you're free to go."
The glass dividing wall began to collapse, and for the first time, stopped blocking Kitty and Grace from touching. At the same time, a door to the outside world opened. Kitty became overwhelmed by the stench of Grace's BO, and began sniffing eagerly at it, rushing towards her Mistress....

Grace kicked her down with one sweaty foot, pressing it down upon her chest. “Guess you were just a dumb loser, eh Kitty?” Grace began to move her foot up to Kitties desperate, pimply face. “Oh Gawd, Kitty is totally a loser mistress! She always was! She just needed a big mistress to show her what a bad Kitty she is!”
Grace looked smugly as Kitty began to desperately lick at her foot. She was gonna have such FUN with her.
“Just one thing though” Grace said as the pathetic creature pawed at her foot
“What, Mistress?”
“You have no right to call me that, Kitty, I’m your MASTER, understand?”