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This is a different direction for me. I tried to combine some of my own (strange) thoughts and concepts with the 'Wiz-TV' universe. And I included a bit of crossover from the 'Spells-R-Us' universe just for fun. I'd like to apologize in advance if anyone thinks I've done a gross injustice to either universe. And now, let the reading begin.... Wiz-TV: The Labyrinth by Elrod W CHAPTER 1 Kevin Munson looked over the schedule, then sighed. Another long day of filming. His network, Wiz-TV, had started with sky-high popularity, but since the novelty had worn off, it had been proving a struggle to keep finding new and innovative concepts for the game shows to keep the ratings high. Between planning meetings, new show concept meetings, and hosting duties, Kevin was very busy. He sighed again. Kevin glanced up. "What is it this time, Gary?" Gary Nelson, the intern, flinched. On top of that, Gary was a bit nervous around such a well-known magician, and he was also young and inexperienced in the business world. "I've got the ratings, Mr. Munson," he answered quickly, then held out a folder for Kevin. "And?" Gary gulped. "Wiz Court has slipped a few points. Babe-ball has gained two points. The other shows are holding steady." 'Damn,' Kevin thought to himself. He had expected this slip, but wasn't ready for it yet. They were still working on some new shows. "And programming is suggesting we either go to adult content late at night, or drop to once per week, right?" Gary nodded. "And your secretary said to remind you that you need to be on the set for Combat Spell-Ball in fifteen minutes." Munson rose slowly. "Give me the rest of the bad news while we drive over there." Jason Smith frowned for the hundredth time in the last few minutes. "I still think this was a bad idea," he muttered. Jason sat in the front passenger seat of a van full of his fraternity brothers. Rick Stevens grinned. "Not to worry, Jason old buddy." His confidence was not infectious. "We've got those Alpha creeps this time." "If we win," Jason said uncertainly. Rick smiled. "When, not if. Can't you just wait to see the Alphas as big- titted bimbos for a whole month? And you know all the other Greeks are behind us, not them." Rick grinned. "Besides, it's a bit too late to have doubts. You should have said something when we were talking about it." Jason sighed. "I did. You guys overruled me, remember. Primarily since you had challenged them before we talked about it." Rick grinned again. "We'll get them." "I hope so. I don't want to spend a month with boobs." He shuddered involuntarily. "Besides, my girlfriend wouldn't like it much if I ended up with bigger tits than her." Kevin arrived on the set - an outdoor, woodsy field, really - for Combat Spell-Ball. The game was new to the Wiz-TV lineup, and was derived from paint-ball games. Kevin clipped a microphone on his jacket, then walked up to the two team captains. "Are you guys all set?" he asked. Both scowled at each other, then nodded to Kevin. "Okay, let's get ready to tape." Kevin noticed that a member of one team was trying to flirt with one of his camera girls. Kevin smiled to himself. They guy would probably have been upset to learn that his camera girl, a very buxom redhead, used to be a guy. After the guy stomped off, Kevin called his production crew together for a quick review. "I wish you'd drop this game," a cigar-chomping cameraman stated flatly. "The angles suck, and it takes too many cameras to cover the action." "Put out that stinky thing," the redhead complained. The cigar-smoker turned and blew a cloud of smoke in her face. In response, she stuck her tongue out at him. "Morty, if you need more cameras, just give me the word," Kevin interrupted. Then he turned to the redhead. "What's with the frat guy, Jennie?" Jennie, the redhead, blushed. "He was trying to hit on me." Then she giggled. "I told him I'd think about it - if he didn't have boobs when the show was over." Morty chortled - it was even money that the poor guy would have boobs by the end of the day. Kevin was interrupted by his producer. "We're all set, as soon as the cameras are." Jennie stuck her tongue out at him, too. Kevin watched until the camera light turned red. "Welcome to Wiz-TV, and another episode of Combat Spell-Ball. Today, we have the Alpha Iota fraternity as the green team, and the Gamma Omega fraternity as the red team. Captain of the green team is Ralph Jackson, fraternity president." The camera swung to Ralph, and he smiled pleasantly. "Captain of the reds is Jason Smith." Kevin gave him a moment to smile for the camera, then continued. "Today's match is a grudge match between the fraternities. Both accuse each other of trying to cheat at last year's Interfraternity Greek Games. Today's game will settle the score between them." Kevin smiled pleasantly. Nothing like a grudge match to give an exciting contest. "You know the rules. Each side has a 'flag' to protect, while simultaneously trying to capture the enemy flag. The spell-ball guns fire random spell-balls. A hit causes temporary immobility as well as the effect of the spell. You win by protecting your own flag while capturing the enemy's flag. At the end of the game, the winner has all spells undone. The loser spends a month under the spells. If the game is a draw, both sides spend a month under the spells." Kevin smiled. "And just to make sure no-one hides to avoid being shot, when the game ends, all members of the losing team have the same spell effects as determined by the winning team." From the corner of his eye, Kevin saw Jason Smith gulp. He smiled. "Are we all ready?" The staff gave each team their spell-ball guns, and led them to their starting positions. Kevin waited until his crews signaled their readiness, then he blew a ceremonial whistle, starting the competition. Jason was leader of the red team for a reason - he had been in the Army, and knew a few things about squad tactics. He left part of his squad deployed carefully to defend his flag - including a couple of snipers. The rest he formed into two assault teams. They would use one to draw out the enemy defenders, then flank them with the second. If everything went well, they'd capture the flag, inflict lots of spells on the Alphas, and win the round. Jason saw a slight movement in the brush ahead of him and froze. He carefully pointed his spell-gun toward the movement, and waited. After a moment, he saw one of the Alphas slowly creeping forward. Jason pulled the trigger, and saw a flash envelope the Alpha. In slow motion, the guy began to morph; shorter, longer hair, and boobs growing on his chest. Jason was so astounded that he almost missed the movement to his left. At the last moment, he ducked, and realized that a spell-ball had just sailed over his head. Jason ducked behind a tree, then rolled to get to better cover. Even as he did, however, he realized his mistake. His squad had been perilously close to the bounds markers, and he rolled part way out-of-bounds. Even as he tried to get back in-bounds, he felt himself changing. "Damn" he muttered, surprising himself with his high-pitched voice. He felt his chest swelling outwards, straining against his shirt. He remembered the briefing - out-of- bounds was automatic gender-change, with double-sized boobs. Jason heard another spell-ball sail over his head, and decided to get to better cover. He started his dash just as another spell-ball hit him in the back. Jason felt the changes as his clothes changed to a tiny thong bikini, and his boots became very high heels. He tripped, and fell into a bush, temporarily immobilized by the spell-ball. When the immobility wore off, Jason crawled forward, awkwardly because of his changed form. He saw another Alpha, and shot him with a spell-ball. A few moments later, he spotted a large-breasted woman, and was about to shoot, when he saw the red band on her arm. Another member of his team. He frowned. Slowly, he continued his crawl forward, still seeking the enemy flag. A couple more Alphas were hit by spell-balls - one had already been hit by three or four, judging by how much of a bimbo he looked like - and then Jason had a view of the Green flag. He drew himself into a crouch, and motioned for his team-mate to cover him, then he began a dash to grab the flag. He ducked and dodged, awkwardly because of the big tits bouncing on his chest, then dived for the flag, while spell-balls whistled through the air around him. He was almost there. Then he heard the horn, seconds before his hand grasped the flag. Game over. Jason knocked the flag down in frustration. The Alphas were grinning as the rest of the Gammas came out of the woods. Jason saw that most of his team had been hit, most of them multiple times judging by the big boobs and skimpy clothes. As Jason watched in humiliation, the Alphas hoisted the Red team flag, and changed back to their normal forms. Ralph Jackson sauntered over to Jason. "I guess we settled who is the better frat," he gloated. He turned to Kevin Munson. "Anyone who hasn't changed, I want them to have the same effects Jason here has." He eyed Jason's new figure from top to bottom and back up. "Yeah, I think they'll do well with this kind of curves." As Jason stood, flushed with embarrassment, the Alphas all flocked by, hooting and making lewd noises and gestures. Jason didn't understand - they had the tactics on their side. Finally, one of the Alphas stopped in front of him. "Don't mess with a Marine," he sneered. Jason's eyes widened. "That's right. Me and a couple of the boys are Marines. Your army tactics didn't stand a chance." He laughed as he marched off to join the rest of his buddies. Rick walked unsteadily to Jason's side, still not used to the wider hips and altered center of gravity. Jason turned to him, but Rick raised his hands. "Don't say it," he said in a rich and sexy contralto voice. Wordlessly, they crawled into their van and drove back to the frat house. As expected, an assortment of girlfriends were waiting for their arrival. Jason climbed out of the van, walking unsteadily on his high heels, and braced himself. "Jason?" a girl cried out as she ran up to him. "Is that you?" Jason dropped his head and nodded slightly. "We lost, Tiff," he said softly. "I can tell," Tiffany answered in awe. "Damn if you don't look hot!" she finally exclaimed. Jason looked up, and Tiffany saw anger burning in his eyes. "Don't rub it in! And we have to stay like this for a whole month!" Tiffany suddenly felt sorry for Jason. "Would it help if I moved in for the month?" Jason nodded. "I guess this is the Gamma Omega sorority for the next month. Might as well have all you join us, since we're all girls." Tiffany grinned. "Let's go get my things." She grabbed Jason's arm, then paused. "Oh, and we simply have to go shopping!" she declared. "Shopping?" Jason exclaimed. "How can you think of shopping at a time like this?" Tiffany smiled, then looked down at Jason's string bikini. "Easy. Unless you prefer to spend the next month in a bikini." She grabbed Jason's arm and led him toward her car. "I'm sure glad you're going to help me through this," Jason said softly. "But, well, I just regret we won't be able to, you know..." Tiffany smiled. "Who says we can't?" she said coyly. CHAPTER 2 Kevin Munson drove to yet another location shoot. This time, the game was "Macho Man". Kevin grabbed the microphone, and the cameras started to film. "Welcome to another episode of Macho Man. As you remember, at the end of last week, we had eleven contestants still in the running for the $1 Million grand prize." Kevin knew that this part was just going to be voice- over on the highlight film from last week's installment. "Of the 48 men who started the series, eleven made the cut through the first six contests. Last week's challenge was the mud slide. These eleven men, all seeking the title of Macho Man and the prize money, strapped themselves behind a log, which was then dragged through our very muddy obstacle course. Any man who dropped out - who let go - was disqualified. And of course, we all know the penalty for being disqualified from the Macho Man contest." Kevin knew that the video would show some contestants changing into beautiful, well- endowed women as soon as they were disqualified. "All contestants who drop out get a consolation prize - spending a year as a woman. And not just any woman, but every man's dream woman, just so everyone knows that they failed to be a Macho Man." Kevin remembered with a smile the looks on some of the men's faces as they let go of the log. Even as they pitched into the mud, their bodies were changing. By the time they pulled themselves from the mud, they were big- boobed mud wrestlers, in skimpy bikinis and covered head-to-toe in muck and mud. The audience was loving the show - ratings had been great. Now all his staff had to do was think of new and bizarre contests for the next round. "And now, today's contestants. The surviving six men, still seeking the title of Macho Man." The camera panned over the men, some of whom looked less than confident. "Today, we have the snake pit." One of the men flushed. "Our contestants each have ten minutes to get through the snake pit. Or be disqualified." Kevin grinned. The camera panned to the snake pit - a long, rectangular pit filled with a squirming mass of snakes. "Of course, these are non-poisonous snakes. After all, we only want to change the losers, not kill them." He grinned widely for the camera, knowing that the audience would love it. The men started forward hesitantly, but Kevin raised his hands suddenly. "Wait a minute. If you're going to go through a snake pit, you have to do it like snakes! Slithering on your bellies!" The show's staff tied the arms and hands of the contestants. One man, speaking Spanish, crossed himself before being trussed up. Then the staff bound the legs of the contestants. When all was ready, Kevin got a signal. "Okay, contestants. Into the pit!" Before the staff could push the men in, one man screamed, the man who had looked nervous before, and lunged away from the snake pit, struggling to free himself from his bindings. "Snakes," he whimpered as he rolled and struggled to free himself. But even as he did so, the spells took over, and his still-bound body began to shift, his chest swelling outward, the still- expanding boobs tearing his shirt asunder. His hands came free of their bindings, mostly because his hands and arms were much more delicate, less muscular after the spell completed his transformation to female form. Even as the staff started to undo his bindings, he was still whimpering about snakes, albeit in a much higher voice. Kevin was pleased. The slow-mo camera replays of this would be worth big ratings, especially since the man hadn't even made it into the pit. The man clutched at his chest, trying in vain to contain his huge bouncing boobs in his tiny feminine hands as a staff member led him away from the pit. Kevin stretched in his chair again. He was tired, but still trying to work out some way to solve the ratings problems. Behind him, his girlfriend Natalie, herself a wizard too, rubbed his shoulders, then leaned over and nibbled on his neck. "How about a little break?" she said seductively. Kevin turned, lifted his head, and gave her a quick kiss. "The backrub is nice." He gave her another kiss. "But I've got a lot on my mind right now." Natalie planted her lips firmly on his, intent on distracting him. A knock on his door interrupted them. They both looked up, startled, as Kevin's intern came in. "You're interrupting us," Natalie snapped, then she waved her hands. The intern froze for a moment as his body began rapidly shifting - he grew shorter, his waist contracted, while his chest and hips swelled. Auburn hair spilled down his shoulders to the small of his back, while his clothes rearranged themselves into a skirt and blouse. Kevin frowned. "I wish you'd stop doing that," he muttered to Natalie. Natalie smiled innocently. "He just needs to learn that a girl doesn't like romance to be interrupted," she said sweetly as she strode lightly from the office. Munson sighed. "Women," he muttered to himself. Then he looked up at his intern. "What do you want, Gary?" The intern was holding his large breasts in his now-delicate hands, his mouth open in shock. He glanced up quickly, and gulped. "Well," he began, then gasped at the sound of his own voice, now high-pitched and sexy. Munson rolled his eyes. "Look, Gary, men get changed into women all the time. Get over it and tell me what's on your mind." Gary straightened, and set his boobs jiggling. He quickly clasped them in his hands to stop the unfamiliar motion, then looked back at his boss. "Well, um..." he began, "I was thinking about ideas for a new show," he said meekly. Kevin's eyes lit up. "A new show?" Gary calmed. His boss seemed receptive to a new idea. "Yeah, well you know how the Japanese have big mazes that people pay to go through? What if there was a show about a magic maze, with competition to see who could get through it first?" Kevin was out of his chair, suddenly animated. "Sort of a modern labyrinth? Hmmm. It has possibilities. Let's see - two mazes? Side-by-side competition? Or do we do it timed, with only one maze?" Kevin was pacing the floor now, engrossed in the idea. "Some magical transformation obstacles?" He stroked his chin for a moment, then turned to Gary. "I like it! It has potential!" He dashed to the phone and quickly dialed a number. "Ron? Get your team together. I think we've got a new program concept. I'll be right down." He hung up the phone, and as he dashed from his office, called over his shoulder. "Great work, kid. Take the rest of the day off!" Gary stood helplessly in Kevin's office, ultra-feminine in every respect, and his boss had just forgotten about Gary's transformation in his excitement over the new idea. CHAPTER 3 The production team was assembled by the time Kevin arrived on the set. And what a set! The ten-foot walls of the maze dominated the studio, a veritable block in the middle of the vast sound stage, and hundreds of lights shone brightly into the interior of the maze. Dozens of cameras were prepared to focus on the action within the maze, while high overhead, viewing stands allowed the live audience to see some of the action within the walls of the maze. "Dammit, Kevin," the cigar-chomping Morty grumbled as Kevin joined the group, "you've done it again! This thing is impossible to shoot!" Kevin waved off his complaining. "Morty, you complain about everything." He turned to Tiffany, his redheaded camera girl (and former guy). "What about it, Tiff?" Tiffany bit her lip. "Morty's right, boss. Overheads are easy to cover, but they won't play. We need good body and face shots, and they're tough with these walls." Kevin saw the entire camera crew nodding in agreement. "And if a contestant ducks around a corner - poof! He's gone! It takes too much time to move the cameras to pick him up." "More cameras?" Kevin asked hopefully. Morty shook his head. "They're going to be all over each other. It'd be a mess." Kevin grimmaced. "Ouch!" Then his face lit up. "Tiff just said it. If it wasn't for the walls..." Tiffany snorted. "A maze without walls..." Kevin smiled. "The contestants will be able to see them, but the cameras won't! At least, not the walls between the camera and the contestant. Would that work?" Morty thought for moment, then blew out a noxious cloud of cigar smoke. "Damn, boss, I think that'd do it!" "Let's try it that way, then." Kevin thought for a moment, then waved his hands and incanted, casting a spell on the cameras. As the camera crews began to reposition their equipment, Kevin quickly left the production crew and strode into a meeting room, where a group was waiting. "Okay, are these the contestants?" Kevin quickly introduced himself to the contestants, then sat down. "Okay, you guys have volunteered to help us test our new game show, right? Let's go over the premise just for clarity, okay?" Kevin waited for the nods. "This is a contest to run through a maze. The maze is full of magic traps to make your challenge more difficult - and fun. Some of the corridors have fog in them, to make it hard to pick out your path. Sometimes the fog has magic spells - you know the type, of course. Gender change, clothing change, slowness, and so forth." Kevin watched with amusement as some of the test subjects gulped. "There are other traps as well. Some of the intersections are teleporters - they take you to another part of the maze. One part of each maze is mirrors, and some of the mirrors themselves are traps - if you bump into a trap mirror, it takes you to a penalty box for a few minutes." One of the contestants cleared his throat. "Penalty box?" Kevin smiled. "For our prime-time version, the penalty box includes being a baby in a crib, and other assorted fun. In the late-night version, it might be a time in a 'feature film'" The guy grinned. "A porn scene?" Kevin smiled. "Yes, but you won't be the guy in the scene." The guys all gulped at this news. Kevin continued. "Now the maze has two exits. One exit cancels all spells, assuming that your opponent hasn't already exited. The other leaves the spells intact." Kevin drank a sip of coffee, which his intern had just handed him. "Now, we have three different formats we are going to try. First is the head-to-head competition. Two of you will compete in identical mazes. First one out wins." One contestant spoke up. "What do we win?" Kevin smiled. "In this test, we have a $500 prize for each winner. In the actual show, the winner will get a $10,000 prize. Also, the loser has to live with the spells intact for a month." Kevin recognized the looks on the guys' faces. "You are each getting $1000 for helping us - don't complain. Now, where was I? The second format is the timed run. Each contestant will go through the maze separately, and the best time wins. In this format, we can have more than two contestants. The final format is the free-for-all. Four or more will compete in a larger maze, and only the first one out wins." Kevin leaned back and took another sip of coffee. "Does everyone understand?" He paused, and watched the nods. "Okay. Just to keep things fair, everyone not competing will be kept in a waiting room, to ensure that no-one can see what any other contestants are doing. We wouldn't want anyone to have an unfair advantage now, would we." Nervously, the first two contestants stepped to the maze entrance. They were the first test subjects for the head-to-head format. When the buzzer sounded to start the contest, both immediately stepped into their respective mazes. One kid started with a methodical left-wall approach, which made Kevin grin. Very soon, he hit a dead end, and as he turned, the slow spell took effect. In slow motion, he continued his trek - until he hit a teleporter. From the teleporter, he was quickly lost - the left-wall strategy was useless. Meanwhile, the second guy started on a random path, and stumbled into a fog. Even as he ran through the fog, he was changing, and within seconds, his shirt was nearly ripped open by the generous breasts he now sported, while his pants were very tight around his round hips and ass. Without realizing the enormity of changes, he turned, and found himself in the mirrored section of the maze, and staring at the blond buxomy goddess he had been transformed into. He - she - screamed, and ran away from the mirrors. And promptly stepped onto a trap, which increased his breast size. The first contestant was moving slowly through the maze, not from the slow spell which had by now worn off, but from caution. He stepped into a trapped intersection, and was transformed into a gorgeous red-head. Eventually, the first contestant emerged triumphant, and the second guy was teleported out, with huge tits, long wavy blond hair, a thong bikini, very high heels, and a very chagrined look on his face. Kevin watched the remainder of the afternoon for the other test runs. The timed-run went a little faster, since no-one knew how fast the others had run, and more contestants were able to participate. Finally, the free-for-all match occurred. Five contestants entered the maze, and after a few minutes, a winner emerged. As the contestants were debriefed by the production staff, Kevin sat, almost sulking. It was a good idea - but something was missing. Then he noticed his intern lurking behind him. "Well, what did you think?" he asked. Gary shrugged. "Kind of slow," he answered uneasily, still not used to his new feminine voice. Kevin nodded. "It's missing something. No zing." "How about if you added spell-ball guns to the free-for-all? Like the Doom death match?" Kevin perked up. "It'd give the contestants something to do besides running through the maze - they could go after each other. Especially the grudge matches. They might forget about the exit for a few minutes, and end up with more spells and changes." Kevin grinned. "That'd do it!" Then he frowned. "But what about the other matches?" Then he snapped his fingers. "How about if we put spell-ball guns on maze robots? Something to chase the contestants a bit?" Kevin's face lit up. "Let's get the changes made, then get this on the schedule." Gary smiled. "Since you're in a good mood, can you talk to Natalie about changing me back?" Kevin stopped and stared at Gary. "Oh, yeah. She hasn't changed you back yet? I'll talk to her." Gary smiled. "And you're late for the Magic Court show." Kevin got a shocked look on his face, then dashed out of the studio. One of the testers, still changed, saw him running out. "Mr. Munson? Hey? Can you change us back?" He saw that Munson was gone. "Damn!" he muttered. And I had a date tonight!" Kevin appeared on the set of the Magic Court show just in time. The production assistant clipped a microphone to his lapel, and the camera started rolling. "Welcome to another episode of the Magic Court. I'm Kevin Munson, your host. Today, we have a case of possible animal abuse." Kevin smiled when he read the case. Too many cases lately had been domestic abuse or harassment, where the guilty man inevitably ended up being changed to a woman for a month as his sentence. This one had potential. "Our plaintiff today is Mrs. Haversham. She claims that the defendant, Mr. Kleinman, her neighbor, abused her dog Scruffy." The cameras panned to Mrs. Haversham and her dog Scruffy, a golden retriever, then to Mr. Kleinman. "And you, the studio audience, are the jury." "Mrs. Haversham?" "Over the past few weeks, I kept hearing Scruffy yelping when he was outside. I didn't think anything of it, until one night his yelping kept on and on. I went outside and saw Kleinman holding his collar and kicking him." Kleinman interrupted. "That's not true. I was merely playing with the mutt." Kevin glared at him, and cut him off. "Continue, Mrs. Haversham." "When I confronted him, he complained that my Scruffy had been digging in his flower beds, and I was lucky he hadn't had Scruffy put down." She wiped the tears from her eyes. A few minutes of arguments, and Kevin was sure he knew the facts of the case. Then he turned the case over to the audience for judgement. Overwhelmingly, everyone agreed that Mr. Kleinman had been abusing the dog, and without provocation. "It is the decision of this court that you are guilty, Mr. Kleinman, of cruelty to Mrs. Haversham's dog Scruffy. Mrs. Haversham, do you have a punishment to suggest?" Mrs. Haversham stepped up and whispered in Kevin's ear. He smiled. "Yes, I think spending some time as Scruffy's playmate would teach Mr. Kleinman a lesson." Even as Kleinman opened his mouth in protest, Kevin waved his hands and Kleinman changed. Into a dog. Another golden retriever. Scruffy looked at the new dog, and came over to smell it. Then, to the laughter of the audience, Scruffy moved behind the new dog and mounted the former Mr. Kleinman. Kevin smiled. "Thank you for tuning in to Magic Court. We'll see you next week." CHAPTER 4 Kevin walked onto the Labyrinth sound stage, and shook his head at the chaos he saw. Morty - he assumed it was Morty because of the ever-present stinky cigar - was trying to get his camera crews organized again. This was difficult, since Morty's loud deep voice was now a soprano, matching his new delicate feminine form. One of his assistants was moving in slow motion, and Tiffany was giggling delightedly as she flounced around her massive boobs. The rest of the production cast was not in much better shape. "What the hell happened here?" Kevin roared, bringing pause to the confusion. One girl meekly opened her mouth. "I was bringing in the spell-ball guns, and I tripped." Kevin just looked skyward and shook his head. "Why me?" he said softly. After a heavy sigh, he looked back at his crew. "We'll figure out how to undo this mess after the show. Morty - get your cameras ready." He turned back to the girl. "You - go get another set of guns." The girl scurried off. "And don't drop them this time!" Kevin pried Tiffany's hands off him. "Tiff, get back to your camera!" "Oh, that's no fun," she pouted. "Wouldn't you rather do something more interesting?" She was rubbing her immense tits on Kevin seductively. Kevin pushed her away, and turned to a production assistant. "Get her off the set," he yelled. As the guy started to lead Tiffany away, Tiffany began heavily flirting with him. Kevin yelled out after them, "And get her into a cold shower!" Kevin turned back to his production manager. "Are the contestants ready? So we're all set as soon as we get the guns here? Good." Kevin let another assistant clip a microphone onto his jacket, then stepped onto the set. "Ready in three, two, one," a voice called out. Kevin smiled as the camera lights went red. "Good evening. Wiz-TV is proud to bring you an all-new game show, the Labyrinth!" He smiled, knowing that the cameras were panning over the maze complex to give the audience a preview. "We play this game a number of different ways. Tonight's game is a simple contest. Two contestants, each in an identical maze, competing to see who can come out of the maze first. The winner gets a $10,000 prize. The loser..." Kevin grinned, "well, you all know here on Wiz-TV the losers usually get to spend some time living with their changes." He paused for the studio audience's applause (prompted by the signs, of course). "Of course, to make things more interesting, the maze is full of traps and tricks. The contestant's job is to avoid as many as possible and be the first one out. And now, let's meet tonight's contestants." As background music played and the audience applauded, the two contestants came onto stage. "First, we have Mark Johnson, a sophmore at our local college." The kid tried to smile for the cameras, but was clearly suffering from nerves. "What brings you to our competition tonight, Mark?" Mark, a bookish-looking pimply college kid, tried to clear his throat. "I need some money to stay in school, and my friends convinced me this would be a fun way to earn it." "And our other competitor is Derrick Jones, a cornerback with our semi-pro football team. Derrick, you certainly can't be here for the money or fame." Derrick, a very athletically built black man, shook his head. "No, man. I don't need none of that." His voice softened, so that Kevin could barely hear. "I lost a bet with my woman." Kevin smiled. "A bet?" This was going to be good. Derrick frowned. "Yeah. If I win, I got to take her to Hawaii with the prize money." "And if you lose?" Derrick growled. "Man, ain't no way I'm goin' to lose!" Kevin turned back to the cameras. He had a sneaking suspicion that this was going to be a good match. After a commercial break, the game began. The pro football player started with the strategy of running quickly through the maze, and as quickly found himself not only slowed by a trap, but hit by a spell-ball and changed into a woman. The kid, on the other hand, was trying to be more careful. He managed to avoid one intersection trap, but ran into a mist, which left him a voluptuous girl. And then he got hit by a spell-robot which had sneaked up behind him. He ran away, and tripped over another trap, ending up with high-heels and a very short leather skirt. Caution went to the wind, and he turned and tried to run as another spell-bot approached. Meanwhile the football player stumbled into the mirrored section. He paused when he saw his reflection - long enough to get hit by another spell-ball, which doubled his breast size. Now nearing panic, he ducked into the mirrors, and promptly got lost. The college boy bumped into a trap wall, and found himself teleported into a porn movie set. Instantly, his clothing dissolved, his tits grew to mammoth proportions, and he found himself on all fours on a satin-covered bed. As he tried to figure out what was happening, he felt a large dick sliding between his legs and entering him from behind. He tried to scream, but it came out a sexy moan as he felt the actor pumping in and out of his wet pussy. To his shock, he found himself enjoying being fucked. While Mark spent his time-out being a porno actress, Derrick hobbled through his own maze. He had tripped over another trap, and was teleported to another part of the maze. Now hopelessly lost, he ducked around a corner just as a spell-bot fired at him. He was having a hard time running, what with his massive boobs jiggling and bouncing, and wearing spike high heels. Derrick glanced down at himself. If he were still a man, he'd have been turned on. As it was, he was desperate to find his way out of this maze. Mark reappeared in the maze, his body restored to the size it had been just before he went into the penalty box. He turned around a few corners, and saw what looked like an exit. As he tried to decide whether he should take it, he heard a spell-bot coming up behind him. Without any further prodding, he dove through the exit. And ended up outside the maze, with the crowd cheering wildly. He straightened himself up, and found that his body was back to normal. Mark began to grin as Kevin came up to congratulate him. And as Kevin shook his hand, Derrick appeared from within the maze, still a large-breasted black woman. "Well, Mark," Kevin announced, "congratulations on your win. You know, when you got into the penalty box, some people thought you were done for." Mark blushed, knowing that the audience had just watched him get screwed as a woman - and apparently enjoy it. "I'm just glad I won," he said sheepishly. Kevin turned to Derrick, and saw that his 'woman' had joined him on stage. He smiled as he heard the argument. "Ain't no way I'm goin' out tonight, woman!" Derrick screamed. The threat sounded unimpressive, given Derrick's sultry feminine voice. "Girlfriend," his girlfriend said in a mocking tone, "we're goin to get you all dressed up, and then we're goin out tonight. We're goin to those parties you like to go to." "I ain't goin out like this," Derrick protested weakly, clutching his massive boobs. "No way I'm goin to be seen like this!" "Oh yes you are, girl!" his girlfriend chided. "You're goin to the parties, and you're goin to find out just why I don't like to go!" She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him from the stage, still talking. "Let's see how you handle having paws all over you for a change. And girl, with them melons, whoa, you're gonna be popular tonight!" Kevin laughed as they left the stage, then turned back to the camera. "This is Kevin Munson, inviting you to tune in again next week for another round of Labyrinth." CHAPTER 5 Kevin Munson sat happily in his office chair, talking with Natalie. He was immensely satisfied with the new show, Labyrinth. The ratings were off the chart, and enough contestants had been lined up for months of shows. "Since the ratings are so good, can I pry you away for an evening?" Natalie asked coyly. Kevin grinned. "It's been a while since we've had an evening together," he admitted. "Damn right, it's been a while!" Natalie agreed. "So how about a nice romantic dinner, followed by dessert at my place?" Kevin smiled. He was about to answer when the door opened. Both looked up, and frowned simultaneously as Kevin's intern Gary came in. "Sorry to interrupt," Gary giggled. "I thought you changed him back," Natalie and Kevin both said at the same time. "You mean you didn't change him back," Kevin asked. "I can't - it's not my spell on him." Natalie frowned. "I can't detect my own spell on him - I thought you had done it." Kevin scowled deeply. "No, remember you changed him." Kevin concentrated, then waved his hands a bit. "Funny, I can't detect any magic on him." Kevin rose from his chair and walked around, looking intently at Gary. "Does he look any different to you?" he asked finally. Natalie had joined him, circling Gary like vultures, studying the former male intern from head to foot. "Yeah, now that you mention it, he does. Gary, have you noticed any changes lately?" Gary frowned for a moment, then smiled. "I decided to go by Gerri, now. It's more appropriate, don't you think? And yes, my boobies have gotten bigger." She leaned over toward Natalie and giggled, "And so much more sensitive, too." Kevin waved his arms, incanting, and was rewarded with nothing. Gerri stood there, still a woman. Natalie tried the same thing, and again nothing happened. Natalie frowned. "Has anyone else done any magic to you? Given you any amulet or bracelet?" Gerri thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No. Not that I can remember." At that moment, the intercom buzzed. Kevin punched the button. "Yes?" His secretary's voice answered. "Some members of the Gamma Omega fraternity are here to see you." Kevin turned to Natalie. "Gamma Omega? Oh yeah. The two fraternities from the spell-ball game a few weeks ago. I'd better go see what's up." He strode purposefully out of his office. Gerri watched him walk out. "He's cute!" she said softly, then turned to Natalie. "Can I ask you a personal question?" Natalie nodded. "Do you and Kevin ever, you know, do threesomes?" Natalie's jaw dropped, preventing any reply. Kevin strode to his office, and suddenly stopped. He looked over the assembled group - a gaggle of buxomy young women in skimpy outfits. He turned to his secretary, confused. "The Gamma Omega fraternity," she said, answering his question even before he could ask it. One of the girls stepped forward. "I'm Jason, president of Gamma Omega. You remember us?" Kevin nodded uncertainly. "Yes. You competed in a combat spell-ball game against another fraternity. And lost. And?" Jason hefted his boobs in his delicate hands. "We haven't changed back. The game was over five weeks ago. The spell was supposed to last for one month. We haven't changed back yet!" Kevin frowned. "I'm sure it's just a minor problem. Nothing to worry about. We can fix things in a few moments." Jason looked like he was going to cry. "Nothing to worry about? Look at us!" Kevin noticed that the girls were very feminine and endowed. In fact, they looked more feminine and had bigger boobs than usual. One of the girls was absently filing her nails, like nothing was wrong at all. "You look like normal girls," Kevin answered slowly. "Like most recipients of the gender spells." "Normal girls don't have an F-cup bra!" Jason cried. "And normal girls don't try to fuck every guy in sight!" Jason was crying now. "I'm pregnant!" Kevin recoiled. This was not right. "Pregnant, damn you! So are two other girls - guys!" Jason was really letting the tears flow. "You and your stupid show have ruined our lives!" He - she - was getting hysterical. "We should sue you!" Kevin grabbed control of the situation. "This isn't right, and we'll get it fixed." He turned, and gestured toward his office door. "Let's step into my office, and we'll see what's going on here." He ushered the frat into his office, and softly closed the door. "Natalie, these are the guys from the Gamma Omega fraternity." Natalie gazed over their very feminine forms, then cocked an eyebrow. Kevin went on, "They haven't changed back." Kevin turned back to the frat members. "I'm going to check the spells on you, then turn you back. Clearly, something went wrong with the original spells." He cast a spell and slowly moved his hands near each of the frat members. Then he frowned. "Just a moment, please." Kevin went to Natalie, and spoke softly. "I can't detect any magic on them. Zero, zip, nada. Nothing." Natalie frowned. "Let me try." She repeated Kevin's spell and actions, then came back to Kevin. "I thought I picked up something for a second, but I can't detect anything either." Kevin furrowed his brow. "Just try changing them back?" he asked. Natalie nodded. Kevin turned back to the frat. "Okay, which ones are pregnant?" Natalie's eyes widened as the pregnant frat boys identified themselves. "Please move away from the rest." Jason's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Kevin cut him off. "The spell ... magic interferes with ..." he sighed finally. "I can't change you back while you're pregnant. It doesn't work that way." Jason started to cry. "So we're stuck like this?" Kevin nodded slightly. "As long as you're pregnant." He turned to the other frat members, then waved his hands as he incanted. And nothing happened. He repeated the spell, and again nothing happened. Kevin scowled, and Natalie stepped forward to try. She, likewise, got nothing. After another ten minutes of trying different spells, amulets, and charms, Kevin gave up. "I don't know what it is, but something is wrong here." He turned to usher the fraternity out of his office. "I've got to spend some time figuring out just what is wrong, then we can fix it. Look, Jason, I'll call every day. If you don't hear from me by 3:00 each day, call me. I promise I'll figure this thing out." After the frat left, Kevin and Natalie turned back to Gerri, who was sitting absently reading a magazine, her legs neatly crossed. Kevin felt uneasy - Gerri's habits were most ladylike. Kevin opened his desk and removed a locket, and handed it to Gerri. Gerri put the locket on, and then looked up at Kevin and Natalie. Kevin frowned. "That locket should have restored you." Gerri giggled. "That's okay, Mr. Munson. I've got a date tonight anyway." Sh rose, smoothed her skirt, and walked casually toward the door, pausing in the doorway to turn back. "Oh, and is it okay if I'm late tomorrow morning? I'm planning on staying up a little late tonight." Gerri giggled and sauntered out the door, leaving a very confused Kevin and Natalie. CHAPTER 6 Grant Hughs sighed and re-read the e-mail from his boss. His team had been told to expect something like this, but it was still a shock to actually be picked. Grant worked for a not-too-distinguished advertising firm, and the owner / boss, Mr. Lowry, had decided upon a stunt to get some free recognition, and possibly more business. He heard a knock on his office door - and looked up. "Come on in, Eric," he said dejectedly. In fact, Eric was almost in his office, since Grant had left the door open. "You got picked, too, I presume?" Eric said quietly. He slumped in a chair opposite Grant's. Grant sighed again. "Yup. You know who else got picked?" Eric nodded. "I've been making the rounds, checking it out after I found out my number was called. So far, Jim, Charlie, and Terry." Grant frowned. "Notice a pattern here?" Eric nodded again. "All single men. With you and I, that makes five. The note said six. Hmmmmm. I wonder if Lowry himself..." Grant cut him off. "I'd lay odds against it." Eric rose to the bait. "Why not?" Grant leaned back in his chair. "Because Lowry can't wait for us to be changed and then lose." Eric couldn't believe it. "Old man Lowry would want us to lose?" Grant permitted himself a smug grin. "Of course. Look, you haven't been with the firm long enough, but the old man has run off lots of pretty young secretaries and assistants. He's a lech. Now, imagine how he'll react if we lose and have to stay women for a month." "Why that dirty old bastard." Eric hissed. "And single guys, so he can hit on us if we lose." Grant nodded. "The note said to meet in the conference room in ten minutes." He rose from his chair. "Let's go." As Grant predicted, the old man was not one of the six men assembled in the conference room. But he came in within moments, followed closely by Kevin Munson, easily recognizable from Wiz-TV. "Boys, thanks for volunteering," Lowry said with a grin. "This stunt will bring us lots of interest from the public, and should help bring in new business." 'And give you broads to ogle and paw for a month,' Grant thought to himself. He looked up, and saw Kevin Munson staring at him, with a knowing smile. Kevin turned to Lowry. "Your team has practice this afternoon, at the beach. Are you all ready?" Kevin watched the reluctant nods, then smiled to Lowry. "Okay, let's do it then." He waved his hands and incanted over each man, who was instantly transformed into a voluptuous, over-endowed advertisement for sex. Grant found himself cradling his large boobs in his dainty hands, long brunette hair cascading down his shoulders, while his clothing had been replaced by a bikini. He was shocked at the speed and totality of the transformation. He gasped as he looked around the room, seeing the effect of the spells on the other team members. Tom was a tall, statuesque platinum blond, with ample breasts. Jim was much shorter, but equally-well endowed, and with long wavy sandy-blond hair. Charlie and Eric looked like twins, medium height, shoulder-length brown hair, and huge boobs on their stunning bodies. And poor Tony. He'd just joined the firm last week. And now he was in the body of a stripper with the biggest boobs of all. Grant watched as Kevin walked out, then saw the look on Mr. Lowry's face. No doubt about it - Lowry was looking forward to them losing. Across town, a team of disk jockeys assembled in their station's conference room, or what passed for one. Hal Johnson sat miserably in his chair. "Why the hell did you get us into this, Homer?" he asked dejectedly between sips of coffee. Another DJ, Homer, grinned. "Look, we want ratings for the Hal and Homer Morning Show?" He turned to the other guys. "And all your other shows too? This will send our ratings through the roof!" Don Sanchez smiled. "It'll be work a fortune in advertising. We'll be the first radio station to co-broadcast with Wiz-TV." "Yeah, but who the hell picked the women we'll be turned into?" Hal snarled. "Strippers? Why?" Homer grinned again. "Name recognition. And busty babes get attention." Just then, Kevin Munson strode through the door. Homer leaped to his feet and extended his hand. "Welcome to KMJC, Mr. Munson," he said warmly as he pumped Kevin's hand. Kevin smiled. "Call me Kevin. You guys all set?" He saw the nods - Hal's was reluctant - and smiled again. "I have to admire your choices in women," he said appreciatively. "These girls are hot in the stripper market." Hal nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get this over with." Kevin nodded, and soon the assembled men looked like Tiffany Towers, Traci Topps, Letha Weapons, Dakota Kelly, Valerie Fields, and Hal was the lucky - or unlucky, if you asked him - one to be transformed into Sareena Lee. The men stood around, dazed by the changes, uncertain of their balance due to the big boobs and wide hips. Kevin smiled again. "Your team has practice on the beach at 7:00 tonight." He turned and left. The KMJC team walked awkwardly from their vans onto the beach. Around them, guys were stopping to gawk at the huge-breasted goddesses - one guy even ran his bike into a parked car as he stared. Beside Hal, now a Sareena look-alike, walked Samantha Jones, one of the station aides / assistants / secretaries. Normally, she would have gotten all the attention - while not big- breasted, her figure was quite striking, especially in a bikini (like she now wore), and topped nicely by her long wavy auburn hair. But next to the DJ team, she looked like an anemic waif. "Look at all these guys staring at us," Hal whispered to Samantha. "It's like they've never seen a girl before." Samantha choked back a laugh. As tears of mirth leaked from her eyes, she tried to sound serious. "Look, you macho studs never took us serious when we complained. Besides, all they are doing is looking." Hal snorted - a truly awkward sound with Sareena Lee's voice. "But they're staring at my boobs!" he protested. "Look at them!" Samantha smiled. "I see them. They're just normal guys. With normal hormones. Looking at attractive strippers in tiny bikinis." Hal stopped and grabbed her arm. "You're enjoying this, aren't you!" he accused. "These guys want this body! They probably want to fuck me! And you laugh at it!" He turned and stormed off toward the other DJ's. Samantha laughed again at just how his hips swayed and his boobs jiggled. As they began to practice, drawing a huge crowd of spectators, Samantha directed a van onto the beach. Hal looked up in surprise to find the station's mobile van parked on the beach, with a team setting up the equipment. He went over to Samantha. "Sam, what the hell is this for?" he demanded. Samantha smiled. "Boss said to do a live broadcast from the beach today - dry run for the games tomorrow." The mobile van was also the Magic Party Van, and soon, the party was in full force as the DJ team practiced. The DJs took turns broadcasting, introducing their new identities, and mostly enticing their loyal viewers to tune in to the live broadcast, to Wiz-TV, or to come to the beach in person to watch the games and get autographs from the transformed DJs. As they practiced, the DJs found the drawbacks of large breasts. Once practice was over, Hal sat on the sand with Samantha, holding his breasts and complaining. "My back is so sore from these things bouncing around!" he whined. "And this bikini - it's too small! Did you see my boobs popping out?" Samantha grinned. "So did everyone else. What do you think the cheering was all about anyway?" "It's so embarrassing," Hal grumbled. He tipped up his beer and drained it. He stood uneasily and dropped his beer cup. "I've got to go pee," he announced. "You're drunk," Samantha announced. "Let me come with you," she offered. Indeed, Hal was very drunk. He'd been pounding down beer like he was in his old male body. But this body was much smaller. "Nope," he said firmly as he staggered off in search of the bathrooms. That was a mistake, he later realized. It was late - the party had gone on far too long, and too much beer had been consumed. As Hal emerged from the ladies room, he bumped into a large drunk man. "Need some company, little lady?" the man asked as he wrapped his arm around Hal's waist, while simultaneously grabbing a boob with the other hand. Hal tried to fight, but found his new body was far too weak. As the man groped him, Hal felt the man rubbing his pants, with an erect dick, against him. Hal knew he was in trouble. He screamed, and the man reacted by clenching his hand over Hal's mouth. The man pushed Hal to the ground and pinned him under his bulk. Hal felt sick as the attacker's free hand started to slide toward his crotch - he knew he was going to be raped. And then suddenly, the man was grabbing his own face, screaming in agony. The would- be assailant rolled free of Hal, still clutching at his face and screaming, and Hal saw Samantha, holding a can of pepper spray aimed at the man. Samantha helped Hal into her car, then walked over to the Wiz-TV representative. "He's pretty shaken up by the whole thing," she said to the lovely lady. Natalie nodded her understanding. "They guy who tried to rape him isn't going to be doing that again for a while. Lucky for Hal you decided to follow him." She looked closely at Samantha. "You love him, don't you. At least like him a lot." Samantha bit her lip, then nodded. Natalie smiled. "Look, right now he needs someone with him." Samantha had already decided that Hal would spend the night with her, just to feel more secure. Natalie reached into her pocket and took out an amulet. "If the time is right, and you'll know if it is, put this on." Later that night, after the girls had a good cry together, Hal, in a borrowed nightie, looked up from his bed to Samantha. "Thanks. For everything." Samantha smiled. "No problem." She turned to leave, but Hal stopped her. "Look, I don't know if you realize it or not, but I care a lot about you." Samantha started to cry. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you or anything," Hal said hastily. "It's just that, unlike my radio personna, I'm not very outgoing around beautiful women." Samantha came back over and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm not angry or hurt," she said softly. "In fact, I've been wondering how to get your attention for a long time now." Hal smiled. "Now look at us. We finally get to share our feelings - and I'm a big- boobed stripper." Samantha smiled. She knew it was time for whatever magic Natalie had given her. She slipped the amulet from her pocket and slid it on. Her body wavered, and within seconds, she was as male as Hal was female. Samantha playfully caressed Hal's boobs. "Right now, a big-boobed stripper looks pretty attractive to me." She leaned over and began to kiss Hal, while her new male hands began to explore. Kevin smiled at the size of the crowd. His camera teams were catching the live action, while the KMJC radio team did their own live broadcast. And the extra publicity from the radio show had brought large numbers of spectators for the action. "Excuse me, Kevin, but what does your assistant mean 'topless'?" Hal and Grant, representing the opposing teams, were both complaining. Kevin just smiled. "Topless means topless. Bouncing bare boobs. That's what gets the high ratings." "But everyone will be staring at my boobs!" Hal protested. "Exactly," Kevin smiled. He turned away to do his introductions. When he introduced the teams, they delighted the crowd, when they removed their tops, exposing mass quantities of bouncing breasts. And then the games began. The DJs seemed to be in better shape, but their big tits kept getting in their way. The ad firm won the first game easily. At the break, Hal complained to Samantha. "Damn boobs keep getting in the way. It hurts when you dive for a dig. And I can't jump to spike like I used to." Samantha ignored the comments. "Forget trying to spike. If you hadn't noticed, your opponents already did. That's why you're getting killed. Just concentrate on long volleys. Go for the lobs - they're weak in the back corners." Samantha's advice helped. The DJs won the second game, and then the third game to win the match. Hal was smiling as he dusted the sand from his boobs after the game was over. Samantha grinned watching him. He was acting like he'd been in that body for years, not days. The next game, the tug-of-war, however, didn't go well for the DJs. The office team got well anchored quickly, and when the DJs mounted an attack, the office took up some more rope. Eventually, the DJs wore out, and they were pulled one after another into the mud pit. The crowd hooted as the DJs pulled themselves from the mud, trying in vain to wipe the ooze from their overly large boobs. The radio station had a quick raffle, and the winners got to hose off the muddy DJs. The surfing competition was a sight to behold - the overly-endowed girls trying to ride their surfboards through magically-controlled waves. Probably due to their larger bouncier boobs, the DJs won by popular choice of the crowd. The next game was flag football, which the DJs won as well. In fact, the football game was a rout. The office team didn't seem to comfortable with their bodies, and a little groping seemed to distract them. On the other hand, the DJs were used to wierd publicity stunts, and used that to their advantage. Between the games, the DJs took turns broadcasting their own takes of the games, and their experiences in the new bodies. And signing autographs. Every red-blooded male on the beach wanted an autograph. Or at least, Hal thought, to pretend to get an autograph while staring at the big bare boobs on the DJs. Hal was sitting cuddling with Samantha, who was still wearing the amulet, and thus a man. The next game, the tricycle race, wasn't going to start for a few minutes, and Hal needed some time off his feet. Besides, spending time with Samantha while he was in this body was all right - especially since she was in a male body. Hal sat up when Grant sat down across from him. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" Grant asked. Hal sensed a bit of desperation in his voice. "Sure." Grant seemed nervous to both Hal and Samantha. She stood quickly and departed, leaving the 'girls' to talk. "I'm not sure I know where to begin," he said softly. "Look, we have a big problem." "We - all us girls, or we - your team?" "My team," Grant replied hastily. "Look, our boss picked the team personally. It's all single guys. And he picked the girls we would be." He gestured down, then realized his boobs were small potatoes next to Hal's melons. "Well, there's not a lot of athletic talent on our team." Grant softened his voice. "We are convinced he wants us to lose. He purposely sabotaged the team so we would lose." Hal looked puzzled. "Why would he want you to lose?" Grant glanced around, then continued. "Look, this guy is a first class bastard when it comes to females in the workplace. If he didn't have some friends in high places, he'd have been sued, or in jail, or both, long ago." Hal's eyebrows raised. "So you guys think that if you lose, you'll be the subjects of his attentions for the next month." Grant nodded glumly. Hal smiled. "I'll talk to my team." He quickly rose - too quickly, since it set his boobs jiggling. "On the other hand, a month with these?" he joked. The tricycle race was a truly strange event. Each team member had to drink a beer, then drive a lap on a track, on a tricycle. This repeated until each team member had consumed six beers. And given the small stature of the women, most were uproariously drunk before the race ended. But in the end, the ad office team won. The next event was a mud wrestle. Three wrestling matches, in a mud pit. It was mostly official wrestling rules - not the pro version seen on TV. The teams got to choose who from each team would wrestle. And when the three matches were over, the ad office had won one match with a pin, and the other two were draws. Kevin stepped beside Mr. Lowry. "Your team is looking good," he commented. Mr. Lowry just gave a snort and turned an angry red. Kevin smiled - he was sure that Mr. Lowry wanted his team to lose. It was only right that they win. And without any interference on his part. As the teams prepared for the final game - the relay race - the radio station announced a wet-T-shirt contest. Hal backed away from the broadcast van, and right into Samantha. "Going somewhere?" "Anywhere but the contest," Hal stammered. "Why not?" Samantha rebutted. "Look, everyone within half a mile has been gawking at your lovely boobs for the last three hours. Why be shy now?" Hal had to admit she had a point, so he let himself be talked into joining the contest. And the contest wasn't just open to the game contestants - ten or twelve women from the crowd joined in. Hal was glad to have a T-shirt on, providing some minimal amount of modesty. He had to admit that exposing himself for the past three hours had been very embarrassing. And he caught himself with those thoughts. Why would he be embarrassed? It wasn't his body. The spectators weren't staring at his boobs. He wasn't even a woman. So why should he be embarrassed? But he still was. Hal walked across the stage, his boobs bouncing under his T-shirt. So far, so good. Nothing embarrassing. And then the water spray hit his shirt. Involuntarily, he fliched from the frigid water. Quickly, his shirt was soaked with icy water. Hal glanced down, and realized why. Not only were his nipples totally visible through the wet shirt, but the cold water had made them hard, and they now stuck out like small thimbles. The crowd hooted with appreciation. And when it was all over, Hal had won. For some strange reason, that made him feel good. And the final race was run. It was a simple relay race, each team member running one leg. But when it was over, the ad office team had won by the slimmest of margins. Hal and the DJs joined Munson and the ad office team in the announcer's circle. The ad office team was already celebrating, with hugs and high-fives all around. It was the usual post-game interviewing. How did you win? We just tried real hard and didn't give up. And so on. Finally, Kevin asked Hal what happened. They seemed to have such a commanding lead after the football game. "It's not easy running with these things," Hal hefted his large boobs, "bouncing all over the place. Whoever picked the biggest-chested strippers for our team made a mistake." Hal was clearly not happy. "You've got a month to practice," one of the ad team hooted. The audience loved it. And so did Kevin. This would definitely help the ratings. Finally, Kevin brought Grant, the ad office team captain forward. Grant said some nice things about his competitors, about the Wiz-TV folks for all their assistance, and so on. Then he whispered something into Kevin's ear. Kevin perked up. "Just a moment, folks," he said, then called Hal into conference. The trio huddled for a few seconds, then Kevin turned back to the camera, his face beaming. "Well, you know how this game is played - the winner gets their bodies back, while the losers spend a month in their female bodies? Well, that's not exactly how the rules read. In fact, the winners get to choose their fate. And with the consent of the losing team, we have that fate." He smiled, then waved his hands. Instantly, the ad team turned back into their normal bodies. And then the camera panned to catch the team sponsor, Mr. Lowry, as he changed into a very well-endowed woman. Hal grabbed the microphone. "Since their boss has to share our fate for a month, we decided he should look like us. And who better than Busty Dusty?" Indeed, Mr. Lowry now looked like the over-endowed stripper named Busty Dusty, clad in a tiny