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Contestant Transformation - Part 2 by provolvere

Contestant Transformation - Part 2

provolvere

Contestant #3 contemplated for a moment, knowing she would have to make a decision quickly. Her body ached all over, and she knew what she could to feel physical relief. “I choose the ‘Switch with me” card with Contestant #1.”

“What? What does that mean?” Asked Contestant #1, though it took only a few seconds until she felt a great deal of pressure building in her stomach very quickly. Trying to avoid tearing her expensive pants, she struggled to take them off as her stomach quickly got in her way. Meanwhile, Contestant #3 felt a sigh of relief as her stomach began to shrink at the same rate her counterpart’s stomach was increasing. Her breasts and thighs were going back to their normal size, as well.

Struggling to stand, Contestant #1 stared at herself getting larger and larger, and larger still. When would the changes stop. She looked over at Contestant #3 to notice that she still looked full-term, which meant she had more to go. “Oh,” she gasped as she stumbled forward and her knees finally gave up, landing on the floor which was only about a foot below her largely extended stomach.

“Ah, much better.” Contestant #3 sighed in relief as she was back to normal. She pulled her shirt back down, but decided putting her pants back on would probably be in vain with how this contest was going.

“You’ll regret this.” It was just starting to sink in that this change might be permanent if she there was not another card was like this. What would her father think if he saw her like this? How would she even be able to walk? Surely, money must be able to solve this somehow, couldn’t it?

“Okay, that was a game changing round. It looks like Contestant #4, it’s time for you to decide what happens next.”

Struggling with her cards with her small split toe hooves, she managed to flip over her cards. Having to try to adjust her vision for her newly formed snout, she had some difficulty reading her cards. She read them carefully but quickly.

“To clarify,” the host spoke, “You can leave your cars flipped over on your table. If anyone else is able to read them, that is your own problem. However, you must put your cards back down on the table after each round.”

Each of the women flipped over their cards since they didn’t know how easy it would be to do later, since it was already difficult enough for those with hooves.

“Snort,” “I choose this, snort, “Mountable Player” card, snort, for Contestant #1, snort snort.”

“Very interesting choice. You can choose 2 or 4 legged”.

Contestant #1 frowned.

Thinking for a second, Contestant #4 almost had to catch herself from responding with fingers she didn’t’ really have. She was struggling to speak, though. “Snort, 4 legs, snort.”
Without warning, the card flew up into the air and began to glow. Everyone in the crowd gasped as it flew towards them briefly, stopping finally to hover over player one. The card began to stretch and transform into a saddle above her as it lowered down onto her.

Struggling to move, Contestant #1 tried to turn to see. “What is happening?” Suddenly, she felt cold leather tough her skin and rest on her back. It sent a strange sensation throughout her body. Something felt like it was growing behind her. Her toes and hands felt numb. Her legs and arms felt like they were getting stretched. Her ears itched, and the hairs on the back of her neck felt like they were standing up. She felt something building up in her throat. Finally, she had to release it, “Heeeeee-haaaaaawwww!”

There was a moment of shock and silence, and then the crowd and contestants burst out it laughter.

“Stop, hee-haww. Stop laughing at me! Hee-haww! I’ll tell my father on you! Hee-haaaaawww, hee-haaawwwww!”

The small crowd began to laugh in an uproar. The host quickly tried to quiet them down. “Please everyone, please keep it down. Not everyone knows we are down here.”
The women calmed down while most still giggled. Contestant #1 blushed. Standing there on 4 hooves, mostly naked and with a giant belly and a saddle on her back was quite embarrassing as it was. She could still speak, though, and she was not going to lose this competition.

After a few moment of giggling, the host stepped in again. “Okay, alright. Back to the contest at hand. We can do rides at the end.” The crowd giggled again, trying to hold themselves back. “Contestant #1, it is your turn.”

As much as she was upset about her recent change, she already knew who she had to target. She strained to look at her cards. It was hard to remember what each of the cards were. Looking down at her cards, she felt it was time that Contestant #3 joined the animal race. “I choose ‘Doggy Style’ for Ms. #3 over hee-haw!!”

Unable to cover her mouth, she let out a full bray again. The crowd laughed again but quickly stopped as they noticed Contestant #3 start to drool.

Oh great, #3 thought to herself. She didn’t notice that she had already begun to pant. Her tongue felt swollen, and it was already unconsciously beginning to hang outside of her mouth. Her nose felt moist, and she began to lick it without noticing. Looking down, she noticed pairs of red bumps appearing down her stomach. They quickly perked up and grew, and she realized they were nipples forming, or 2 new rows of them. Feeling something moving behind her, she looked and saw her new tail lengthening. She looked at her hands and watched the bottoms of her hands become rough pads, fur growing over the back of her hands, her finger nails changing shape, and her thumbs shrinking into little nubs. Her face felt like it was getting pulled away from her as it stretched into a small snout, and her ears tingled as the lengthened and then flopped over. Each nipple soon was attached to a breast, and she now had 6 in all including her own “normal” breasts.

“Oh…” Oddly enough, she felt strangely warm and turned on. Maybe she was in heat? It was a strange feeling combined with all the new physical changes that she tried to ignore. She closed her eyes and took a few breaths, then sighed and looked at herself as her body seemed to feel like it was at least not changing any more. “At least I’m not hugely pregnant any more, I can deal with this,” she thought to yourself.

“Snort, aren’t you cute. Snort, snort. You’re now just a bitch!”

“Arf!” she exclaimed, covering her mouth. The crowd laughed. “You’re not one to talk,” Contestant #3 mumbled.

“Well we are half way through the second round and it looks like everyone is still in this. This is going to be a close competition. #2, you are up.”

Shifting her udder in between her legs, she moved closer to the table and looked at her cards. She tore off the remains of her skirt since it was just digging into her. Contestant #1 looked to be the most vulnerable at the moment. But it looked like #3 was still in the lead with the least difficult changes to manage. It was time to turn the tables. She didn’t know exactly what her card meant, but felt like it would do the job. Clearing her throat, she attempted to sound less cow and more civilized. “ ‘Double Trouble’ for Contestant 3,” she snorted.

“For that card, you may choose what part of her to double, in size or number.”

Smiling, she responded, “Size of her breasts.”

“What? Why? Oh…” Her breath was taken away as she felt her nipples perk up as her breasts bounced and grew. The wave of heat surged through her, her heart beating rapidly, her pants growing faster. Her breasts quickly filled her shirt, nearly bursting it at the seams. She struggled to remove what was left of her shirt. As the fabric brushed her nipples it felt like she was about to go off right there. Keep it together, she told herself, keep it together. Please, keep it together.

“Are you alright?” Asked the host.

“Yes, I’m fine” she panted. “It’s my turn, right?”

“Yes, the floor is all yours.”

It was difficult to concentrate. She didn’t know which was worse, feeling pressure from a giant stomach or fe

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