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THE THIRD ROUND

By Hardcover

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Not surprisingly, there were only two differences this time. In the monitor I could see that two of the three lights at the top of the Arch were now glowing pink. Also, and more noticeably, Megumi and all the other show girls were now topless, their various sized breasts exposed, their nipples hard with excitement. They all looked wonderfully sexy like that, especially with their hard cocks so visible in their sheer panties. Megumi looked at me and actually licked her lips a bit. I could see all the wives in the jury box like set up on stage left, who all giggled and eyed me gleefully. I really didn't mind anymore.

There were other changes I noticed in the monitor as the cameras got closer, but they were all to me. My hips seemed a bit rounder and my breasts seemed just a little bigger. I also could swear that my skin was softer.

I also noticed that my now vibrant red hair was spilling down over my shoulders in waves, almost touching the tops of my breasts. It was strait as it flowed down my head, but became wavy just above my shoulders. Long and luxurious, it was the kind of hair any woman would kill for.

Akira and Carrie were standing right where they were, still dressed the same. I frowned looking at Carrie's clothes with a little bit of resentment: Why the hell wasn't SHE naked? For that matter, why weren't any of the wives? Did she think she was better than the rest of us sluts? I knew she had a great set of tits, and it was pissing me off that she wasn't showing them. The wives, I thought, should have stripped right alongside the other girls. Well, her loss, at least I got to be naked on TV. I giggled to myself about that. It was so exciting.

Looking over Carrie, I noticed that she seemed somewhat . . . old and weathered. She was still pretty, but there was a harshness to her face and cruelty in her eyes that made her look older then she really was. It was almost like looking at an old Halloween witch. I was starting to wonder why I had ever found her so attractive before.

I shook my head, but my thoughts were flowing slower than molasses. I felt giddy and euphoric, almost like being on pot and ecstasy at the same time. I hung in my restraints, wondering what would be next and if it would make me feel good. Akira's game show voice penetrated (giggle) my drugged out haze.

"Well now, she's shaping up to be quite the beauty." He said, "Doesn't she look much better naked now then she did before?"

Megumi replied, "She looks great naked, Akira. And it's only going to get better from here."

Carrie leaned down again, a malicious grin on her face, "Oh! Look at how tiny her balls are! It looks like they're practically empty."

The camera zoomed in and I could see on the monitor that she was right, my tiny scrotom hung limply under my dick, almost no perceptible bulge of testicles present. I squirmed looking at them. Carrie was right, I was being emasculated. And Damnit, I loved it.

Carrie cackled, "Their all shriveled up. I can't believe you can even get hard, but I'm glad you can. You're not a man anymore, Pepper. 'Course, he wasn't much of a man before."

Megumi brushed her hand on my face, "Awe, but she makes such a pretty girl."

I blushed and actually giggled at that.

"Well, now it's time to begin the third and final part of her physical transformation. Starting with something every good slut needs: Body piercing."

One small, rapidly fading part of me cringed at the notion of being pierced. But the mostly I found myself lighting up at the idea, thinking of all the pretty jewelry I could wear with pierced ears and what not. I think I might have squealed in glee or at least gasped a little bit. As my mind flooded with images of earing and belly rings, Akira was saying something but I didn't quite get it. I didn't need to, really, I pretty much knew what was coming. I heard him say something about being able to wear any kind of jewelry immediately after the piercing, not waiting weeks like in regular piercing. I could see Carrie pushing the computer screen again, and I knew she was selecting which parts of my new body to pierce, and probably what kind of ornaments would go in there. Once she was finished, she pulled that damn lever without even being prompted.

Instantly lots of mechanical arms popped out of The Arch. LOTS of them, and they began moving around rapidly like an octopus having a seizure. How many arms could they possibly fit in that thing? It had to pretty crowded in there with all the stuff that had come out of The Arch so far. Some of the arms were topped with an ordinary pair of pinchers, but the others had what looked like the kind of piercing guns you saw at the mall. Except that they also had two nozzles on them, and I knew what those were for: One would numb the area during the piercing, the other would heal me right after the piercing, just like they had before. No wonder I'd be able to wear any kind of earrings I wanted afterwards. The arms went about their business, the pinchers pulling out whatever part needed piercing and the guns performing it.

I got a bit of a shock when an arm with what looked like four rubber covered tongue depressors, two at the top and two at the bottom, came in front of my face and shoved them in between my teeth. The top rose and the bottom lowered, opening my mouth and holding it open. One of the pinchers reached in, grabbed my tongue, and pulled it out while specially designed piercing gun numbed it, pierced it, inserted a tongue stud, and then healed it before the let me go.

In the end, I ended up with three simple studs in each ear, one in my nose on the right side, the aforementioned stud in my tongue, two simple barbells, one in each nipple, and a simple ring in my belly button. Megumi assured me they'd have prettier ornaments for me later. I couldn't wait to properly decorate all my new piercings.

I regarded Akira curiously, wondering what would be next.

"Doesn't she look lovely, viewers?" Akira told the audience, who applauded vigorously, making me blush, "Well, what would be a cute girl with piercings without a few tattoos. Now, keep in mind, Carrie; that the audience will be voting for our winners tonight, so you probably shouldn't go overboard on the tattoos."

Carrie shook her head, "No, just a few simply girly ones. She definitely needs a tramp stamp."

She pushed the screen again, selecting no doubt, what deigns, and where on me to put them. She took what seemed like a long time, but finally came to her decision.

Akira nodded at her approvingly, "All right, let's give this little lady some ink!"

The audience cheered and the lever was pulled and once more those arms shot out of the Arch. I wondered if maybe I was seeing the same arms, just with different heads. That might help explain how there could be so many of them in The Arch, but then again almost everything that was happening to me seemed to defy conventional explanation. They were, predictably topped with tattoo guns as well as the two nozzles. They whirred and clanked as they went about their business drawing whatever designs Carrie had picked out for me. It didn't take long before they'd finished and retracted back into The Arch.

Looking at the monitor, which showed changing views of several angles of my naked body, I could see that I had a rose and vine tattoo on my lower back; the tramp stamp Carrie had mentioned before, a Chinese dragon running from my right shoulder blade to about the middle of my back, a single stem rose over my left breast, and colorful wide butterfly just over my crotch. They were all perfectly healed and I wouldn't have to wear bandage over them for days. I instantly loved my ink and squealed with glee. God help me, I wanted this, I wanted to just keep getting more and more feminine and cuter and cuter.

Carrie next selected a new eye color for me. My eyes were dark brown so colored contacts were out of the question. More arms came out, four that held my eyelids open and two the fired some kind of laser light into my eyes. I gasped as pleasure rushed out of my eyeballs, my eyeballs of all places, and flowed down through my body. It was like I was cumming with my eyes! My vision blurred and I had a horrible fear that they might have accidentally blinded me. However, the arms let go and my vision started to clear. The camera closed in on me, and once it got close enough I gasped to see that my eyes were now a deep, vivid blue color. Like, Elijah Wood in Lord of the Rings blue. Deep pools of twinkling sapphire that stared out of my head, seeming to suck the viewer in with their intensity.

Damn, they looked like a movie star's eyes.

"And now," Akira announced in fine Dan Pardo style, "We get to one of the most important parts of the transformation: The Face. As with the other wives, Carrie has been working on this backstage in between transformations since the show started. Why don't you show them what you decided on?"

Carrie raised a tablet of some kind up to the camera, but facing away from me so I couldn't see it. The other monitors in the room must have shown the image, because the audience began to cheer and whistle, but the one on the floor facing me didn't, so I had no idea what kind of face she had picked out for me. Fear clutched at my stomach; she wouldn't make me ugly, would she? No, she wouldn't, she wanted to win the prize. I had to be a pretty girl for that.

Megumi leaned looked at the tablet, and then bounced over to me, hugging me. I blushed as her tits rubbed up against mine.

She rubbed her cheek on mine, "Oh, you're going to be so kawaii! So pretty!"

Megumi stepped back. Carrie had already pulled the lever and I hadn't noticed it. Doors slit open with a clang on the diagonal section of each inner side of The Arch, Arms appeared, this time each one had on its end one half of what looked like a dark metal Janus mask. The arms lowered the half masks down until they met right in front of my face, joining together with a resounding metal click. Soft leather lined the inside rim of the mask and I could see what looked like hundreds of little bumps, linked together by a dizzying honeycomb of thin wires attached to the inside of the 'mask'. No doubt this was what would change my face. The arms moved the mask closer and closer to me and soon it was resting on my face.

I felt a vibration first and then they mask seemed to warm as a low humming sound penetrated my flesh. Tingles of pleasure began to run over my body, flowing out from my face and racing along my skin to my extremities. I moaned and twisted in my bonds, already feeling my face begin to pulse and move as it was transformed. I felt the bones crack and shift, the skin stretch and expand, even as my nose felt like it was melting back into my skull. My lips shifted and ballooned as I cried out, my body shaking from the feelings of arousal and bliss that radiated out all over my form.

It felt so good, I never wanted it to end. I wanted them to keep changing me and changing me. I wondered what I would look like when it was done. I had no trepidation any more, I wanted this. I wanted so desperately to be pretty. A small part of me was still screaming that this was wrong, that I was being forced to do this, but I was drowned out by the deep almost primal need I felt to be a pretty girl.

I wondered if I'd be prettier than the other contestants. I hadn't seen any of them post change yet, would I be the prettiest girl on the show? I knew I wanted to be. I knew I was prettier then Carrie, even before my face was changed. She had always seemed so beautiful before, but now her hard eyes and sadistic grin made her look like The Joker from Batman, in a way. I giggled at the thought: "Why so serious?"

When the processes was complete, the mask split apart and retracted back into The Arch. There was a loud gasp, then a cheer from the audience. Carrie was clapping and bouncing up and down. Megumi grinned from ear to ear, clapping as well and making her naked breasts jiggle delightfully. The camera closed in on my face, and I looked into the monitor.

I gasped.

I was unrecognizable, The Arch had completely changed my face so that no one who'd known me before could possibly identify me. My eyes were much wider, like the Olsen Twins' anime like orbs. My cheekbones were much higher, giving me a wider, rounder face that would be the envy of most girls. My nose was small and petite and my lips were thicker, but small and unobtrusive. My chin was smaller, and more round giving me a perfectly symmetrical face. My brow was slightly higher and smaller than before. I was lovely. Not just pretty, but movie star pretty. Better yet, porn star pretty.

"I'm . . . I'm beautiful." I breathed, finding it difficult to talk around my tongue stud.

There was clapping from everyone. I blushed, feeling a strange pride in my new face. But why? I didn't want to look like this, did I? I tried to think, I remembered not wanting any of this when I went on the show, but all that brain washing had started to change my mind. They thought that I had been brain washed should have scared the shit out of me, but instead it curiously turned me on. Pepper was taking over, and Peter was quickly fading away. But that was okay, because Peter was a boring old guy. Pepper was a young happy horny t-girl slut, and really, who wouldn't rather be that?

Akira asked me, "So, what do you think of your new face, Pepper?"

"I'm a pretty girl." I said, slightly monotonously.

Knowing laughs filtered through the audience. I realized I had repeated the mantra that had been said in the head set. I was becoming what they wanted me to be. I blushed and giggled, feeling excited.

"All right, everyone, and now we come to the main event!" Akira announced, "The final part of Pepper's physical transformation, and the one I know you guys are all looking forward to: Penis size."

"Shrink! Shrink! Shrink!" the audience chanted.

There was a thunderous applause, apparently this was the part that everyone liked the most. I shuddered: How small would she make me? Would I end up with nothing but a tiny little worm between my legs? Fear began to creep back into me, despite the conditioning I had received. I twisted in the bonds, shuddering as that wicked, malicious grin spread across Carrie's face. I had no idea why I had ever thought she was so beautiful, she looked like a fucking gremlin right now.

"Now, you can make her dick any size you want, just use the slider on the screen." Akira said, gesturing to the computer monitor again, "Just remember, it has to look good with the rest of her new body if you're going to win."

"And it helps if it fits in her panties better," Megumi giggled, "Give her a little tiny cocky like mine, maybe."

Carrie shook her head, "No, I'm still going to be playing with this, I don't want her to be too small."

I noticed that something passed between Akira and Megumi, a knowing look of some kind. Carrie drew her finger down the screen. The further down it went, the more I cringed. I glanced at the small bulge in Megumi's panties and bit my lip, praying I didn't end up that tiny. Well, it did look kinda cute, but I still feared getting reduced by that much. I knew my huge eight incher looked ridiculous on my now tiny body, but Carrie's repeated, and overenthusiastic, use of the word 'castration' had me in a small panic. Down her finger went, sliding along the screen until she finally stopped. She then raised the finger up a little bit before taking it off the screen.

"There." She announced, "Five and a half inches. That should be fine."

I gasped: Only five and a half inches? That was smaller than average. Why would she want to do that to me? I thought she loved my giant dick?

I didn't get time to contemplate any more as the lever was pulled by a giggling, malicious looking Carrie (who oh so much looked like a gremlin right now). Two small arms with thick new moon shaped metal appendages at the front emerged from either side of The Arch. The inside of the curves was lined with a long plastic hump that looked like a neon lamp. The arms moved forward and stop on either side of my still hard penis. There was an agonizing pause, and the humps began to glow blue, and low humming sound coming from both devices. I felt a prickling sensation in my penis as the glow grew brighter and brighter.

And then, holy hell, it hit me: More pleasure then any of the other changes had given me. I let oud a shrill cry and twisted in my bonds, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure swarmed over me, all my skin prickling at once with arousal. I moaned and shook as unbelievable pleasure shot through me. My eyes bulged out wide and my mouth dropped open. I could feel my penis begin to shrink but it felt so damn good all the fear rushed out of me all at once.

"Oh my . . . god!" I moaned deliriously.

I licked my lips and rolled my head, moaning and wailing, my eyes closing of their own accord. I could feel my cock contracting and reducing, slowly emasculating me. Well, that's not the right word, for despite the fact that it was shrinking, my dick remained hard and stiff, erect as ever as I cried out in delight, my body alive with the feelings that assaulted it. At that moment, I don't think I would have minded if they'd shrunk me down to the size of a peanut, as long as I kept right on feeling this way. The tingles ran up and down my body, radiating out of my crotch and making me undulate and lick my lips as I felt myself shriveling down.

Megumi and the girls were watching with rapt attention, a few licking their lips and some even rubbing their cocks through their panties. Carrie watched me almost mesmerized by what she was doing to me. So did the audience, and instead of the usual cheers and laughter, there was nothing but transfixed silence, the only sound being my own moans and the low hum of the machine that was stripping me of my manhood. All eyes were on my naked body and I shivered in excitement, loving the fact that I was the center of attention once more, loving the feeling of all the rapt stares on my unclothed, exposed body.

I felt the pleasure building, cascading around in me, until finally the machine stopped and I felt in incredible burst of pleasure. I cried out loud and came right there on the stage. Instead of the old ropes of cum that used to come out, I only dribbled out a little bit of clear liquid. But the orgasm was intense, flowing over my whole body, causing me to thrash and buck my hips in the restraints. It seemed to go on for a long time, pushing my body to the brink of delirium. When it finally subsided and fell limp in the bonds, my now ample chest rising and falling as I took in deep breathes. I felt totally dazed, barely aware of where I was.

I giggled, "Oh . . . oh, wow!"

Megumi smiled, "They always cum when their cock shrinks."

I looked at the monitor which was showing a close up of my crotch. My once massive manly cock was now a five and half inch long petite little she cock. Megumi was right, this would fit in my panties better. Despite being shrunk, and despite the fact that I had just cum, it was still hard and stiff, pointing proudly strait in the air. My balls seemed to have shrunk even more, the scrotum pulled tight against the base of my penis, now only a slight hump rather than hanging down as they had before. I shivered looking at it, but I found myself giggling. For some reason, I found my tiny dick to be very cute.

"And there you have it ladies and gentlemen!" Akira threw a hand up in the air to thunderous applause, "Pepper has now completed her physical transformation. Isn't she lovely? Well, now it's time to put her back in for the last part of her mental transformation, and then we'll see Pepper back later in the show for the competition. Everyone wave goodbye to Pepper."

I looked up and saw the ring coming down to me again.

"Oooo! Oooo!" I cried, remembering how good it had felt to be in it before.

As it lowered down I excitedly tried to push my read right into it as fast as I could. When it was on and I was back in the dark, I helpfully tilted my head so that the injection could be administered. And then, giddy with excitement, I waited for the head set to come to life.

This time, when the images came, they were pure porn. Nothing but shemales sucking on each other's dicks, or on the cocks of beautiful men, or taking it up the ass, giving hand or rim jobs, or anything you could think of. And they were doing it with such rapt enthusiasm and such infectious ecstasy, bending over gleefully for huge cocks to push inside their forbidden hole. I licked my lips, aroused by the spectacle. I began to feel the building ecstasy again as I moved my body.

The voice began to speak again. The mantra was more of the same "You're a pretty girl, Pepper.", "You're a sexy girl, Pepper." "You're and exhibitionist, Pepper." And so forth, but now there were added phrases like "You're a slut, Pepper.", "Pepper, you love to suck cock.", "Pepper, you love it in the ass." And "Pepper, you will spread your legs for anyone with a cock." It seemed like there were two voices now, one speaking as it always had, the other whispering in my ear and the words flowed into my mind, burying themselves into my consciousness.

I began to notice some of the images I was seeing had captions under them. Images of t-girls spreading their butt cheeks and exposing the pink of their assholes were captioned, "This is your pussy", while pictures of cocks were captioned "This is what you need" or "This is what you crave". There were no real girls in these videos anywhere, everyone had a cock. It was a real sausage fest, but I loved every second of it. I giggled, wondering if Carrie knew what they were showing me. What they were turning me into.

"You are a pretty girl, Pepper."

Again, a hand touched my cock, and in no short order I felt the familiar lips on my dick as the unknown person began to suck me off again. I moaned with joy as she (?) moved the lips up and down along my shaft, swallowing me deep into a wet, waiting mouth. As this was happening, I felt something behind me. I small round and soft object pushed against my ass, and I could feel the squish of some kind of lubricant on it. It was a dildo, I realized, someone was pushing a dildo against my ass.

I had never had anything in my ass before, but didn't resist as the rubber cock pushed slowly into my opening. I braced myself for the pain, but none came. Maybe there had been a muscle relaxant in whatever they had given me. I groaned as I was penetrated, the dildo moving in and out my ass slowly. It felt good, really good as the tip rubbed against my prostate, causing the blowjob to somehow feel even better. Soon the phallus was rapidly moving in and out of me, fucking me good and hard as I filled the air with cries of pleasure that I couldn't hear myself in the head set.

"You are a sexy girl, Pepper."

I could perceive again those strange hidden videos, running subliminally behind the others. The same ones about how to walk, dress, talk, do make up and strip and so forth were repeated, but along with them were new ones that showed me how to give a good blowjob, how to take it up the ass properly, how to let guys fuck my tits, and endless amounts of other information about sex, piercing my mind like a laser beam as I was skillfully and carefully reeducated. My mind was being reshaped and remolded, and I was putty in their hands. I wondered who I'd be when it was done. Of course, I'd be Pepper, but what would Pepper be like in the end?

"You are an exhibitionist, Pepper."

I twisted and writhed in my bonds as the mouth and dildo did their work on me, the images and words flowing directly into me, seeping into every part of my body. My tits jiggled delightfully as my body shook. God, I loved my breasts, they felt so right on my body, so perfect. After what felt like a long time again, I finally came, the mouth swallowing what little fluid I now produced. But the orgasm, oh my god, the orgasm was earth shattering. I came twice as hard with the pressure of that dildo in my ass, pressing on the little button of my prostate and making me thrash and convulse as the pleasure flowed over me in waves.

Even then, I still did not lose my erection and the mouth and dildo continued to work on me. I giggled to myself, thinking that if I experienced an erection lasting longer than four hours, I would have to see a doctor. Hell, I thought, if you experience and erection lasting more than four hours . . . call ME! I exploded into fits of giggles.

"You are slut, Pepper."

Pictures of shemales on their knees sucking a cock were showing up along with the caption "This is where you belong."

I began to perceive something I had only grasped hints of before: There seemed to be more hidden videos secreted away behind the other hidden ones. Hidden beneath the hidden, if you will. These were not lesson or instructional videos, however, they seemed to be . . . memories. It was like they were my memories, but of a life and history that I had never lived. I had no comprehension of what they were, or where they came from, but they were there, and I was as defenseless against them as I was the rest. They imprinted on my psyche with all the rest, as my strange mental transformation continued.

"Pepper, you will open your legs for anyone with a cock."

At some point, my mind broke. All the barriers came down and my mind became complete putty in the hands of The Arch. It was all a blur as everything flowed unchecked into me to be accepted by my addled mind. The ecstasy and euphoria swirled around me, penetrating me as much as the dildo, as if bliss were something tangible that I could wrap myself up in like a warm blanket. I experienced orgasm after orgasm, each more powerful than the last, driven home by the wonderful feeling of that rubber cock deep in my ass. I was taking the whole thing now, with ease, and I loved every second of it.

"Pepper, you love to suck cock. Pepper, you love it up the ass."

A picture appeared, showing shemales getting fucked up the ass in full close up. The caption was "You crave a cock in your ass. Cocks belong in your ass."

Past, present and future all seemed to swirl around in one vortex of delightful pleasure and orgasmic bliss. I came so many times I lost count, I was sex, my body was one giant cock, a machine made for pleasure and fucking.

"You love your body, Pepper. You love being a shemale, Pepper."

As the images began to slow and fade, I had one last massive orgasm. To my frustration, the dildo was then pulled from my ass, leaving me feeling empty and hollow, and the mouth left my cock, which began to soften for the first time since I had entered the Arch. I sagged in the bonds, spent and breathing heavy, covered in my own sweat. As the head set was removed, I actually tried to force my head back into it. I wanted more, but it was pulled away and the girls began to clean me up again.

And then, to my surprise, the manacles on my ankles, popped open, and I was free to move my legs. A few seconds later, my wrists were freed and I almost collapsed to the floor but for the girls who caught me. I groaned as blood and feeling raced back to my numbed extremities. It was actually pretty painful. It felt strange to be free again, and part of me missed the manacles. They had become my manacles, and I had started to feel strangely safe and protected in my bonds. Eventually, I was able to stand on my own, and the door in the back of the Arch slid open.

"Come with us." One of the girls said.

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