Eat It or Wear It

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It had been nearly four years since the Network's final transmission. For almost a generation the broadcaster had provided the public with a host of feminisation themed gameshows until it was abruptly invaded by Femnonymous and taken off the air in 2016. The entertainment giant left a gaping hole in the market as well as in the lives of its legions of fans – a hole that would be filled by the rise of the social media era gameshow.

The new era would eventually come to be dominated by the video sharing platform known as OnlyFemmes. The new generation of shows were low budget and crude but satisfied a starving audience. Their DIY nature meant that production was laughably cheap, prizes were non-existent and, not surprisingly, contestants were unwilling. One such popular prissy pirate show was know as SweetTooth...

Dean looked up at the girl holding the 'Don't look at the camera' sign and instinctively glanced at the tripod mounted recording equipment. She glared at him before softening her features into mock pity. Humiliation surged from within him and his eyes fell to his bare,shaved thighs. Dean felt ill – not just because of the vast quantities of junk food he had consumed, or because of the waning effects of the sedative used on him as he was leaving work but also because of the degrading position he now found himself in- primped and painted and stuffed into a summer dress while the whole world watched on.

A blonde girl of about college age circled him and spoke confidently into the camera. “Let's remind those at home how well Dean has done so far, shall we? He has eaten six chocolate muffins, a dozen donuts, an apple pie and an entire five litre tub of cookie dough ice-cream. Remember, the food can either go in his mouth or over his head, and if Dean doesn't choose, well, then we share his credit card details with all you lovely folks at home. Here on SweetTooth, you can't have your cake and eat it, but you must have one or the other. Next up, we have a family sized banana pudding. What do you say Dean? Eat it or wear it?”

Dean wanted to throw up. His stomach pressed against the fabric of the dress and the panties he had been crammed into dug into his skin.. In a meek voice he let out a defeated “wear it”. His blonde host pretended not to hear so he forced out another declaration and closed his eyes. He could practically feel the host's glee as she rounded him, dessert in hand. Moments later his wig was being plastered to his skull my cream and banana that proceeded to pour down his madeup case and onto his ridiculous outfit. He shuddered at the thought of how many of his friends and colleagues were watching him squirm beneath the messy pudding and layers of female clothing. His thoughts were interrupted by heavy breathing and he opened his eyes to see two more girls struggling to carry in a giant saucepan of honey for his next challenge.