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“It seems our most recent guests were quite successful in their quest.” Hugh told the crowd as the show resumed.  “We set up hotlines for parties interested in either donating to the cause or transforming themselves.  In both cases the lines nearly crashed with so many calls.  Assholia and Spinctara will have a lot of work in their futures.  But right now it’s time to contemplate a different set of futures, the futures of the two young ladies standing beside me after they try out today’s potions.”
            Natalie smirked at Hugh.  “I’m not sure how much longer you’ll be able to describe us as ladies Hugh, we’re quickly turning into giant piles of genitals.”
            The show host returned the smile.  “As long as you still see yourself as a young lady in the inside, I’ll continue to refer to you as such.  If all those dicks finally flip your self image over to male, let me know and I’ll swap over my terminology.”
            “I identify as genitals, so I’m not sure what that does to my pronouns.” Wendy quipped, leading to chuckles from those within earshot.  Those chuckles trailed off as everyone caught sight of Frenula striding across the stage.
            The average looking, at least as average looking as a cock-woman could be, assistant was gone.  The new Frenula was engulfed in a carpet of short black fur, shot through with white stripes.  Her entire body had taken on a feline theme, from her now pointed and spiked cock tip down to her pink padded feet.  In addition, she had a circlet of D cup breasts growing halfway up her dick torso in parody of a canine knot.
            "Frenula…"  Hugh opened and shut his mouth a few times, the words he wanted to say trapped in his throat.
            "Do you like it?  I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw what Spinctara did with those other Freyan woman earlier.  As I'm one of the few on staff, I just had to ask."
            "I think you look amazing."  Natalie replied as Hugh still looked on dumbstruck.
            "Definitely.  Give us a twirl so the audience can see all sides of you." Wendy seconded.
            Frenula executed a graceful spin, revealing yet another change.  A trio of long, skinny, fur covered tails grow out from just above her butt and fell just below her knees.  She seemed to have prehensile control over them and judging by the fuzz balls at the end, they might actually be additional dicks.           
            "What do you think Hugh?"  Frenula asked.
            With effort, the show host removed the gobsmacked expression from his face.  "What I think…well…I think it's best left to after the show.”
            Wendy could sense a bit of disappointment coming from the cock-woman, so she decided to change the subject.  “Natalie’s gotten to go first the last few days, is it my turn yet?”
            “Why my dear, I believe it is.”  Frenula sounded more cheerful as she lifted the vial up to Wendy.  The contestant popped off the top, blew Natalie a kiss, and downed the contents.
            As she handed the glass back down Hugh let out a mirthful chuckle.  "What?" Wendy asked, a bit concerned.
            "Oh, you'll find out in a moment." Hugh noted mischievously, “My dear, I think your comment from earlier is about to get a bit more literal.”
            Wendy opened her mouth to ask what me meant by that, but was distracted by the tingling in her arms.  Her jaw slackened in shock as they trailed down her body, the shoulder joint sinking down her side as if flesh was water.
            “If you get to complain about me always going first Wendy, I think it’s only fair I complain about you getting all the modifiers.  I wonder where your arms are going to set up shop now?”
            Wendy shrugged her newly rounded shoulders.  “I don’t have legs anymore, why should my arms be in the same place either?”
            The crowd watched as Wendy’s arms finally stopped their journey at the intersection between her torso and Boobsie’s naga body.  “At least there’s one good thing about them ending up so low.” Wendy grinned as she played with her vagina, which already glistened with fluids.
            “Don’t make me put you back in play mode.” Natalie threatened playfully.
            “If you’re going to, you might want to hurry, I can feel something else happening to my arms.  It feels like…”
            Wendy broke off as her fingers folded back into her palms, the ends of her arms rounding off into spheres.  Both limbs expanded like inflating water balloons, doubling and then tripling in size in less than thirty seconds.  The whole time Wendy moaned softly at the pleasurable growth sensations.  When they stopped each arm was now a stalk, each the size of Wendy’s remaining torso.  As they thickened out more details could be seen.  Rounded sections bulged out at the bottom and halfway up, while the tip sphere boiled like tar as new features bubbled up to the surface.
            It was Natalie’s turn to stare open mouthed as her lover’s transformation ran its course.  When it finished three copies of Wendy’s armless torso grew out next to each other.  Each was completely identical, from spherical pregnant bellies all the way up to looks of blank bliss surrounded by silvery hair.  “Wendy?”
            “Huh, what?  That was quite the trip.  I think I blacked out for a moment there.  What happened, why am I suddenly looking in different directions?  And why does my voice sound strange?”
            Natalie addressed the last question as Frenula floated over a mirror.  “You sound the same as before, it’s just not coming from the usual place.  Say something else.”
            “Like what?”  Wendy studied her changed reflection.  “Holy shit there are three of me.”
            “And apparently you now speak out of your vagina.”
            All three of Wendy’s torsos twisted around to look at Hugh.  “What gives?  I thought today was supposed to be an arm transformation?”
            “Oh, it was.”  He replied, flashing a strip of gleaming white teeth.  “You ended up with the “become genitals” option.  As our design team considered you well on the way towards that step, they decided to modify your entire upper torso.  You now have three human shaped dicks growing from your naga torso, each capable of independent arousal and orgasm.  You’ll find each more flexible than before, due to some internal readjustment.  This will also make up for losing your arms, you'll have plenty of control to gripping things  with your former mouths.”
            "That still doesn't explain why I'm speaking out of my vagina."
            "Your redundant lungs were moved to your vagina so that you would only need one copy instead of three.  This allowed your dicks to be more streamlined.  Plus we thought it would be sexier."
            Wendy bent her right body around and latched onto one of the udders hanging from Natalie’s tail.  She gave it a few playful sucks before releasing it.  “I see your point.  This could be fun to play with, especially if I have multiple partners.  Being able to focus on three places at once is going to take some practice though.”
            “Not to worry, I’m sure you’ll get plenty of practice with Natalie tonight.  After she has her own vial, of course.”
            “I think that was supposed to be a hint.” Natalie chuckled as she took her own glass from Frenula.
                 A moment later it was empty and  Natalie handed it back.  Not a moment too soon, as Natalie’s hands started to shake as the elixir went to work.  Much like Angela earlier, her arms unraveled at the fingers.  Natalie held one up and gazed in wonder as her digits decided it was time to leave the nest and travel in different directions.  Each tendril grew longer and thicker as it went.  By the time the transformation reached Natalie’s shoulder, she was now in possession of ten tentacles.  The shortest were as long as her arms used to be, while the longest were well over ten feet from shoulder to the puckered lips at the tip.  Each was the same bluish purple color of Natalie's hair and covered in a forest of suckers.  Even without hands, she clearly would have no problem gripping things.   Natalie waved her tentacles around, demonstrating she had total control over her forest of new appendages, before wrapping the suckered limbs around her body like a dress.
                 “This is just perfect.”  All three of Wendy’s expressions were hungry as they contemplated her lover’s changes.  “I end up with more copies of myself, while you end up with more ways to pleasure them.  This is going to be so much fun.”
                 “So that means a quiet night like last night is out then?” Natalie joked.
                 “Only after I’ve made you cum your brains out.”
                 “Ladies…ladies, there will be plenty of time for that momentarily.  What we no longer have time for is the show, so we have to big those watching adieu.  Be sure to tune in tomorrow, as our contestants take one more step into their new lives.  Until then.”
                 The trio on stage waved at the cameras until a technician motioned they were off.  “Come on Natalie.”  Wendy wrapped her left body around Natalie’s torso and practically dragged her offstage.  They nearly reached the exit before they ran into a trio of familiar figures.
                 “Well, well, well, you two turned out superbly.”  Spinctara called.
                 “Indeed.  Our little gift is going to get a soaking tonight.”  Assholia’s cheeks bobbed as she studied the contestants' changes up close.
                 “We were wondering if…well…if we could join in?” the cock-woman between the two anus-women asked.  If Sexlata still had a face, she would be blushing furiously.  “Someone has to show me how to use this body properly after all and you two seem to be adapting well to your changes.  I was hoping you could share some tricks.”
                 Wendy and Natalie shared a look.  “What better way to break in our new changes than with an orgy?” The latter asked the former.
Wendy gave Natalie a kiss on the cheek.  “Oh, I’m already having some naughty ideas…”
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                 The next morning, Natalie sat up slowly and tried to not wake the sleeping women around her.  Last night had been a total blast and she still tingled in all the right places just thinking about it.  Looking around the room, Natalie took in the carnage of unrestrained sexual abandon.  There were pools of cum and milk everywhere, mostly from her and Sexlata.  Wendy had to be put into play mode to prevent her spilling everywhere.  Her three dick torsos each formed their own condom, allowing multiple people to play with her at once.  Natalie smiled as she remembered all three Freyan women masturbating their own Wendy dick, while Natalie used to tentacles to keep each on edge.  Then there was the time Assholia fucked Sexlata with her beringed tail, shoving the cock-woman in and out of the Natalie's flowy chest vagina while Wendy licked out Spinctara.  Or the time the three Freyan woman played with all parts of Wendy's body while Natalie watched and covered them in buckets of milk.
                 Natalie spotted the two anus-women on the floor, still locked in each other’s embrace.  They must have fallen asleep mid-scissor, butt faces pressed right next to each other.  Sexlata was up on the bed with Wendy, her dick torso wrapped by Boobsie along with Wendy’s other three dicks.  Only Natalie was currently free, as she had been using her gifts on multiple partners at the end of the night.
                 The arousal from the many memorable moments caused Natalie’s many dicks to stiffen.  It was still early, if she woke the others now they would have time for another round before the show.  After how well last night went, Natalie doubted she would get many complaints about rising early.

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                 “It looks like you two had fun last night…and possibly this morning.  You’re positively glowing, without us adding that in as part of a transformation.” Hugh noted as he met the contestants on stage later that day.
                 “It was a very…memorable time.”  Wendy flashed a trio of sexy grins.
                 “We’ll definitely be adding all three to our “Moviestar and chill” list.”  Natalie accented this with nearly a dozen tentacles making air quotes.  “How about you Hugh, did you get lucky last night?”
                 “You know what they say, a gentleman never kisses and tells.”
                 The contestants shared a seductive look.  “Good thing we aren’t gentlemen.  Spill.”
                 Hugh looked guilty, as if he wanted to share but his ethics were getting in the way.  His quandary was solved by a voice from behind him.  "It's alright Hugh, you can share.  After all, we know all about their love lives."
                 It was Frenula, and she strolled around seductively before rubbing her fuzzy body against Hugh's suit.  "Are you sure Fre, what about…"
                 "Oh tosh."  Frenula brought her glans in close to kiss Hugh on the cheek.                   "What about my reputation?  I'm a cock-woman Hugh, a being that literally screams sex.  Do you know how embarrassing it is to call home and have my mother berate me about not fucking the brains out of a dozen men a week like my sisters?  Now that I've finally caught you she might finally lay off a bit."
                 "So you two finally did the nasty last night?" Wendy asked.
                 "Demons yes.  He fucked me all night long and then we woke up for another round this morning.  It's taking all my effort not to walk bow legged."
                 "I'm sorry about that.  After putting aside my feelings for you for so long…I might have overdone it."
                 Frenula gave him another peck, this time leaving a drip of pre-cum on Hugh's lips.  "There's nothing to be sorry about Hugh.  In fact you set a benchmark I expect you to meet regularly during our relationship."
                 "Yes dear."  Hugh said it as if exasperated, but a grin was back on his face.  "It's only fair, you becoming my furry fantasy and all."
                 At the contestants’ confused looks Frenula elaborated.  "I might have snooped a few times on Hugh's laptop to try and find out who or what he was into.  When I found he had a fur fetish, I added that in to my request to Spinctara.  After how Hugh showed his appreciation last night, it's a decision I don't regret in the slightest. Especially as it finally got me out of the friend zone and into the bed of the one I've been attracted to for years."  Frenula turned, as if hearing something the others couldn't.  "They need me backstage real fast before we start."  She gave Hugh one last wet kiss.  "Remember we have a real date tonight.  You, me, a nice meal, and hours of unrestrained lovemaking."
                 "I wouldn't miss it for the world." Hugh whispered softly as his cock-woman lover strolled away.
                 Several minutes later, once the audience for today’s show had filtered in, a tech held up his fingers for the opening countdown.  When he reached zero Hugh boomed, “Welcome back everybody to yet another exciting and transformation packed episode of Seven Days to a New You.  We’ve reached day 6, the penultimate day, and our contestants are still going strong.  Isn’t that right ladies.”
                 “We’d share some sordid details…” Wendy started.
                 “But we’d hate to upset the censors.” Natalie finished.
                 “We’re a transformation show, I think we scared off any censors long ago.  But if there are any innocent minds out there watching, you might want to change the channel quick.  Otherwise…you might find something that will change your life forever.  Speaking of which, let’s jump right into today’s transformation options.  If I call your name, please come down to the stage.  Maureen Drake, Lynda Pierce, Robert Shaw, and Hazel Poole."
                 Three women and one man descended from the audience to stand onstage.  After stripping off their clothes, Frenula brought the first woman forward.  She had come down in a white and red polka-dotted dress that screamed housewife.  This was reinforced by her hairstyle, the woman's chin length blonde hair curling into loops at the end.  Without her dress the woman's body showed some signs of age.  Despite being in her late thirties, her large breasts were starting to sag and she had the beginning of crow's feet around her eyes.
                 "Well Maureen, are you excited to be down here today?"
                 "Oh yes sir.  I've become good friends with several of my husband's coworkers’ transformed wives since we moved here three years ago.  They'll all be tickled pink to see me looking different the next time we meet."
                 "Our of curiosity, can you tell me what kind of transformations your friends have undergone? Market research and all that."
                 "I'm sure they wouldn't mind me sharing their stories.  They're all proud of the people they are now."  Maureen held up a hand and started ticking off fingers.  "First off there's Faye and Lucille.  They're Tomas' boss’ wife and daughter.  They merged into a Freyan vagina-woman named Cilly two years ago.  Then there's Marci, who once was a man named Marcus.  He always wanted to be a woman though, and had his gender corrected in order to seduce his best friend.  It worked quite well, as it's hard to say no to all four of those wonderful breasts.  Then there's Latia.  She only joined our little group last year after they moved her from Suto.  It was strange adding someone so outwardly male to our group, but she has a feminine soul and with her belly swollen wide with twins right now she's unmistakably all woman.  And then there's…"
                 Seeing he might have bitten off more than expected, Hugh held up a hand for Maureen to halt.  "I think that's enough for now.  You certainly socialize with strange company."
                 "As do you Mr. Hugh, if those on stage with you today are any indication."
                 "Too true, too true.  There is something indescribably special about those who color outside society's lines.  Now you'll be able to count yourself among them."
                 Frenula came over and offered Maureen a vial.  "Your ticket to the strange side of life."
                 "All aboard." Maureen chuckled as she downed the elixir.  She handed it back and waited a moment before saying, "Is anything happening?  My whole head is tingling, but I don't feel any different otherwise."
                 That statement was quite at odds with what the audience was seeing.  Maureen's blonde curls retracted into her head, leaving the woman completely bald.  After that her head started to shrink away like a balloon with a slow leak, until Maureen was left with nothing but smooth shoulders.
                 "Did I get a dud potion or something?  I don't feel any different."  Maureen's voice came from lips that were no longer there.
                 "Perhaps this will explain."  Hugh motioned over Frenula with a mirror.
It took several moments of contemplation before Maureen let out an "Oh dear" at her headless reflection.  "I’m able to see and speak just fine, yet I seem to have lost an important part of my anatomy."  Maureen waved her hand over her shoulders at a level that would have smacked into her chin minutes before.
"You now have mana based senses, just like me." Frenula explained.  "With time and practice you'll even be able to move your sight and speech points."
                 "Oh Tomas is going to love this.  He used to joke he married me for more than my body, now that's most of what I'm left with.  Will putting on clothes mess with my senses?"  The cock-woman shook her glans.  "Although, this nude headless look is growing on me.  Perhaps I'll pick up a few more changes to allow myself to go around like this all the time."
                 "Don't rush off to get those extras just yet Maureen." Hugh interrupted.  "We have plenty more transformation to do here today.  Why don't you step off to the side so we can bring our next studio volunteer forward?  Come on out Lynda."
The woman who stepped forward next gave off quite the opposite vibe to Maureen.  Where one was clean and wholesome, the other had an aura of danger and perversity.  Lynda's pale white skin was decorated with so many tattoos she appeared to be wearing a bodysuit even while fully nude.  Metal rings and bars hung from both ears, her nose, both sets of lips, nipples, and belly button.  Lynda's hair was a shock of red and blue designed to catch the eye at a dozen paces and it fell in waves halfway down her back.  Lynda's footsteps clicked as she took center stage, the result of the six inch, knee high boots she was still wearing.  "I saw we were doing heads today, so I put them back on.  I hope you don't mind."
                 "Not at all.  Having you stand head and shoulders above everyone else will help accentuate your changes.  Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself while Frenula fetches your vial?"
                 "Like you already told everyone my name is Lynda.  I'm a 23 years old drummer extraordinaire."
                 "What brought you to today's show Lynda?"
                 "I am a huge fan of transformees, especially transformed performers.  My hero is the Assfaced Geisha.  I'd love to be onstage with her someday, but right now our band is just breaking into the scene."
                 "Hopefully what we do here today give you a head start, if you pardon the pun."  Hugh took the vial from Frenula and pressed it into Lynda's hands.                   "Who know, you might end up with something in common with your mentor."
                 "Wouldn't that be something."  Lynda held the vial up to her face and shook it, watching the fluid within swirl hypnotically.  Satisfied, she popped the top and drank down the contents.
                 Much like Maureen's transformation, the initial changes started immediately.  Lynda watched with sadness as her vibrant hair sunk back into her skull.  She ran a finger over a crimson lock, currently half its starting length.  "Damn.  Somehow I was hoping I would keep my hair.  It's always been a symbol of my originality."
                 "You can always grow it back alchemically later.  Alternatively, you can dye your other body hair like your hero.  Last time I saw her, the Geisha's hair was the same color as Natalie's."
                 "A nice idea, assuming I still have a head when his is over….ugh, now things are getting weird."
                 Lynda's neck lengthened, bulging out with fat veins reminiscent of a phallus.  Above that, the rest of her facial features blurred away, turning her head into a fleshy sphere.  A crevice opened up in the front, tunneling deeper into the center of the sphere.  As padded lips puffed out on either side, it was clear most of Lynda's face was now a giant vagina.
                 Lynda poked at her new lips as Frenula brought over a mirror.  "This is so awesome.  I have a breast for a head, a vagina for a face, and a dick for a neck.  All I need to do is change the rest of me and I'll be just like my idol."  She bounded over and engulfed Hugh in a backbreaking hug.  "Thanks so much for this."
                 "Don't mention it." the show host wheezed.  Noticing his plight Lynda let the show host go.  Hugh coughed a few times to clear his throat.  "I'm always glad to see our guests enjoying their changes.  Why don't you go play with your new lips while we bring up the next volunteer."
                 Lynda strode over to Maureen, the headless woman preening over Lynda genetalic change.  She was replaced by Robert, the only male of the group.  He was tall and muscular, tanned like someone who spent a lot of time outdoors.  Robert's hair was short and brown, with eyes the same color scanning the crowd.  His dick was above average sized and already fairly hard at the sight of all the changed women.
                 "Robert, are you ready to jump right in and get transformed?"
                 "You hand me the vial, I'll drink it."
                 "One vial, coming right up."  Frenula handed over the glass implement.  Without even studying it, Robert popped the top and drank down the transformative medium inside.
                 Robert's transformation started off quite differently than the two previous.  Instead of losing his hair, it instead grew out longer.  Stubble appeared down Robert's chin, filling into thick fuzz, before spreading into areas normally devoid of hair.  At the same time the shape of Robert's face changed.  His mouth and nose pressed outward into the shape of a muzzle, while his ears migrated to the top of his head.
                 When the transformation finished a minute later, Robert's human head had been replaced with one of a lion.  A thick mane of golden blonde hair poofed around his neck, hiding the transition between human and animal flesh.  The rest of Robert's fur was more tannish, a short layer that covered the rest of his face apart from the dark brown nose at the tip of his muzzle.  Eyes that were once muddy brown now shown a brilliant gold.
                 "How do you feel Robert?" Hugh asked.
                 "Powerful." Robert roared in reply.  The skin on his muzzle pulled back in a very human expression of embarrassment.  "Powerful." he repeated at a much lower volume.  "All my senses seem so much sharper.  I'm able to see tiny details on people high up in the audience.  I can pinpoint the slight static sound in the recording equipment.  And my sense of smell."  The lion headed man inhaled a big lungful.  "Woah.  So many new scents.  They linger in ways I didn't notice before."  Robert lowered his voice to almost a whisper.  "In fact I can sense a very familiar smell all over you.  One that brings to mind wild sex and big cats."
                 Hugh didn't blush, but it was a near thing.  "Remember to use your new powers for good Robert."
                 "Don't worry, I won't fall to the dark side.  Though I have to admit, this new face has "Villain" written all over it in the right context."
                 "Well before you settle down to making plans to conquer the Empire, we have one more audience participant who has been waiting patiently.  Come on up Hazel, it's finally your turn."
                 "Oh goodie."  The young woman was so excited she practically ran to the center of the stage.  Hazel appeared to be in her mid twenties, with eyes and shoulder length hair to match her name.  She engulfed Frenula in a hug, snuggling into her soft fur.  "Ooh, I hope to end up like you someday.  It must be so lovely to be so different."
                 "It has it's ups and downs."  Frenula gave Hazel a telekinetic hug.  "But the best parts are truly memorable."
                 "I'll bet.  You'll have to tell me some of them afterward."  Hazel snatched the vial from Frenula and downed the contents.  "I can't wait to see how I end up."  A pause.  "I expected the tingling to cover my entire head, but it seems to be focused on my neck…woah."
                 Hazel struggled not to fall over as her neck slid down her body.  The entire process must have been incredibly disorienting, as Frenula had to telekinetically steady the transforming woman.  Hazel's head and neck meandered down her body.  They slid between her small breasts over her puffy belly, and finally settled just above the woman's crotch.  Hazel's neck stuck out at a downward angle, preserving her modesty with her head and the carpet of hair that fell below her knees.
                 "That…was a ride."  Hazel gasped as the transformation finished.  "I'm glad I was too nervous to eat anything before the show, or I might have been sick."
                 "How's the view from down there?"
                 "It's not upside down or anything, but everything seems so tall now.  My sense of perspective has been totally shattered."
                 "I'm sure you'll find several advantages to your new view of the world.  The fact you have a crotch high eye level, for instance."
                 Hazel licked her lips hungrily.  "That sounds like a nice advantage."
                 "Before you run off to admire some packages, let's get all the audience participants out here for the modifier.  Today we decided to give it to all of you, as it can express in many ways.  That and you all seemed so excited about your changes."
                 Frenula came around with a basket of vials and handed them over to the four audience participants.  They stood beside each other and clinked glasses before drinking down the transformative contents.  Frenula had just enough time to collect the empties before the transformations began in earnest.
                 Maureen let out a squeal as her limbs started to shrink.  Panic quickly shifted to arousal and she started moaning excitedly about becoming a sexy torso.  Meanwhile the potion was adding to Lynda.  Little growths wriggled out of the back of her boob head.  They looked like tiny versions of her transformed head, with longer penis "necks" leading to spherical breasts on the end.  By the time her transformation was finished Lynda's hair was restored, replaced by dozens of copies of her head.  Each was either bright red or blue, a parody of her lost hair.
                 Robert let out a roar as the potion worked into him.  His body was experiencing growths as well, but far bigger than those coming out of Lynda's head.  Luckily he only had 2, one over each shoulder.  The one over his right shoulder was long and cylindrical.  A pattern of black and green scales wove down its length, ending in the fanged maw of a serpent.  On the other shoulder the new head formed much like the one in the middle, only this one traded its mane for the curling horns of a goat.
                 Hazel weaved unsteadily again as the transformative essence wove through her body.  Her head spun a slow circle around her waist, leaving little buds behind every so often.  By the time her head returned to the front, the buds had grown out into identical copies of her head.  She now appeared to be wearing a skirt like the Realm natives of eons ago, eight masks and a weave of hair.
                 After the transformations finished, each of the audience participants took a turn in front of the mirror.  "I'm so small." Maureen noted as Frenula held her up."
                 "Think of yourself as travel size.  Your telekinesis has been strengthened to compensate, but you'll need help getting around until you have a handle on it."
                 "Thanks for giving me back my hair, and in such an exciting way too."  Lynda preened in front of the mirror.  "Thanks…thanks…" the little vagina's on the ends of her hair breasts echoed.  " I can't wait to show the rest of the band.  With my new army of backup singers, perhaps I'll try my hand at the mic in addition to drums."
                 "I look like some mythological creature." was Robert's response as he studied his new reflection with three different heads.
                 "I believe that is where they got the inspiration."
                 "They're all me, but not entirely all me.  It's as if parts of me are embodied differently in each head." the goat nodded.
                 "A conthept worth ethploration." the snake head lisped.
                 When it was Hazel’s turn, Hugh asked her, "Is your balance back yet?"
                 "It's getting there." one head said.  "Three sixty vision is taking some getting used to." added another.
                 Hugh gave the volunteers another minute to admire their changes before lining them up back onstage.  "There you have it folks, your choices for today.  Do you want one of our two lovely contestants to end up headless like Maureen?  Or should they be even further genitalized like Lynda?  Should we inject a little animal a la Robert?  Or like Hazel do they need a new point of view to enjoy their transforming form?  And don't forget the modifier, which will see one of our contestants leaving with even more heads than they started with."

The show resumed with Hugh standing center stage, flanked by Wendy and Natalie.  "And we're back.  I hope you all didn't get too excited during the extended break, but we had to do a bit of prep work here.  Now that everything is ready to go, it's time to reveal the results of your votes.  It was a tight race this week, which I take to mean our choices apply to wide segments of the audience.  That or you're all so busy jerking off at home that you press the first button you find."  Hugh paused and put his finger to his ear.  "Folks, forgot that last sentence.  Look, here come Tasha and Gina with the potions for today's transformations."
            The two elegantly dressed women strode onstage to wild applause from the audience.  Gina floated over to Natalie and held out a spherical hand to the transformed contestant.  Natalie reached into the large vagina on the front and retrieved the vial, a swirling white and pink mixture trapped in glass.  The new apprentice bowed and stepped back to give Natalie some space.
            Several stage hands came onstage pushing a large glass cube.  "Our support team came up with this last night, after the mess of yesterday's transformation.  With luck it will contain some of your explosive exuberance."
            Natalie glanced at the bottom of the cube, from which a one foot diameter hose snaked offstage.  "I hope that hose is big enough.  I'd hate to drown myself."
            Hugh held the door open and the tauric woman stepped inside.  "Not to fear, our assistants are very capable.  And if something goes wrong and the worst happens, you did sign a release."  At Natalie's look of open mouthed surprised Hugh burst out laughing.  "A joke my good lady, a joke.  Everything will work out fine.  Now hurry up, the audience is looking anxious."  The game show host stepped back to leave Natalie to dominate the stage.
            "Here's to the next stage of our adventure." Natalie said, holding up the glass in Wendy's direction.  Her lover mimicked the motion of clinking glasses.  The next moment the vial was empty and Natalie pushed it through a small opening into a cloth pouch hanging from the side of the cube.
            As she massaged her chest Natalie said, "I can already feel it working."
            Indeed, the audience could see some of the external changes.  Natalie's four breasts were spreading apart, leaving a gap down the center of her torso.  The pale skin within was rapidly pinkening and sinking into Natalie's chest.  The transforming woman shuddered as she ran a hand along the edge of the hole.  "I missed having one of these.  It's going to feel so good to have parts of Wendy shoved inside me.  I can feel my organs migrating down to my lower torso to make space."
            Natalie's new chest vagina stretched until it reached her collarbones to the north and belly button to the south.  She stuck a hand in and wriggled it about, relishing in the regained familiar sensations.  The transformation wasn't finished however.  The skin around the edge of the vagina stretched outward, reforming into several rings of sensitive petals.  It now appeared that Natalie had an oblong pink flower covering most of her upper torso.
            Natalie gingerly touched a few flowers, finding each was a direct line to her pleasure centers.  She desperately wanted someone inside her now, but trapped within the cube that wasn't an option.  Instead Natalie played her claws over her lower breasts and massaged her new slit with both hands.  She came after pulling herself wide and plunging both arms inside up to the elbow.  Natalie's feat of flexibility resulted in cum and milk shooting everywhere.  The audience temporarily lost sight of her as Natalie's tail deluged the front of the cube with milk.
            After about a minute Wendy slithered over to help her dripping lover out of the cube.  Natalie was soaked from head to toe but didn't care, she was grinning happily at her latest change.  Wendy leaned in and licked a streak of milk off the other woman's cheek.  "That looked fun."
            The pair shared a kiss, then Natalie responded, "You have no idea.  We are going to paint our room all sorts of interesting fluid colors when we get back.  I can hardly wait for you to climb inside my new vagina.  I still have dreams about the last time, about how good your tongue felt inside me.  Now you can fill me so much more."
            "Someone's eager.  You don't even want to see how I'll end up?" Wendy asked as she took a towel from an assistant and tried to absorb the worst off spots.
            "Of course I do, I know you'll turn out great."
            As the assistants wheeled the cube away, Gina came back onstage holding a two diameter, black and gold striped sphere in her gloved hands.  "This is for you." she said, handing it over to Wendy.
            "Thanks Gina.  By the way, what happened to Tracey and Lyle?  I haven't seen them since the break."
            The apprentice giggled.  "You're holding them."
            Both Wendy and Natalie looked down at the sphere in shock.  "You mean…" Wendy started.
            "During the break both Tracey and Lyle took a turn in my machine." Tasha confirmed, striding over.  "The first part only of course as there was no one in the second chamber.  I mixed their essence together and added a few special ingredients of my own.  I promised to make them into perfect outfits and I have.  I even decided to incorporate their ideas into the final product."
            Realizing what was happening, Wendy tried to let go of the sphere.  It stuck fast to her hands though, already bonded to her skin.  The sphere shrunk as the outer layer made its way up Wendy's arms.  "Uum, shouldn't I have had my transformation before you made me a dress?  What if I change and it doesn't fit?"
            "You misunderstand dear.  I'm not limited to making clothing that fits my customers.  I also have the ability to mold customers to fit my designs.  That is what is happening now, your body will change with the voted transformation.  My gift is just the transfer medium, though you may consider it a transformation in its own right."
            The sphere continued to melt, the material that was once two apprentice hopefuls traveling down Wendy's torso.  It left her skin shiny like rubber or thin plastic, the pale flesh shaded with black and gold stripes like a tiger.  It reached her waist and split in two directions, traveling up and down her boob naga body.  By the time the sphere disappeared into Wendy's hands her entire body was encased in the rubbery substance.  Even her silver hair was contained in a bag like section that fell from the back of her head.
            Wendy held up one shaded hand and said, "I seem to be dressed, but I was expecting something more."
            Tasha was still grinning.  "Give it a second.  That was only phase one."
            Wendy opened her mouth to inquire about phase 2, when a sudden burst of heat swept through her body.  It burned the heaviest through Boobsie and the heavy spheres supported on her chest.  Wendy grabbed for her breasts and nearly put her hands into them.  The great silver areolas had opened up into gaping vaginas.  The transforming woman moaned softly at finding two new pleasure points.
            Wendy could feel something else growing on her back and twisted around to see.  The nipples on the huge breasts that made up Boobsie's body were enlarging.  They grew to the size where they were obviously no longer nipples.  Instead Wendy had a line of three foot long dicks running down her back like spikes.  The black and gold material of her new skin grew with them, keeping Wendy's seal intact.  The two smaller beasts on each big breast also saw their nipples grow out into dicks, though these were only half the size of those on her back.  However they seemed prehensile, with Boobsie’s wavinging them happily.  Wendy asked Boobsie to curl around so she could play with her new additions.
            The sensation of rubbing her hands over her new dicks drove Wendy close to the edge, but she just couldn't fall over it.  She looking pleadingly over at Natalie, who was standing with Gina and Tasha.
            "Do you think we should tell her about phase 3?" Gina asked her mistress.
            "As she looks about to pop, now would be a good time to deploy it." Tasha replied.
            "What's phase three?" Tasha leaned in and whispered a few words in Natalie's ear.  The taur smiled at the Tasha's brilliant design.  Natalie walked over to Wendy and spoke too soft for the audience to hear.  "Lover, it's play time."
            Wendy's plasticy outer layer loosened, becoming a tight stretchy tube instead of another layer of skin.  The newly transformed woman found her arms pulled close to her body, the outer layer connecting to the ones around her torso before loosening.  Now, fittingly, Wendy looked like she was trapped in a giant condom.  She pushed against the stretchy material, mind nearly overwhelmed at the new sensations assaulting her brain.
            For the audience's benefit Tasha explained what was happening.  "For Wendy's new outer coat I incorporated the little pleasure nodules and ridges from Lyle's design.  When deployed like this in play mode, they are free to slide about on Wendy's super sensitive skin.  The area around her upper torso is loose to act like a giant condom.  It will contain her effluence, which will then be channeled around her body inside Wendy's outer layer.  When play time is over she can re-absorb it to be ready for later.  And don't worry about her drowning, Wendy primarily breathes through the ends of her boob naga.  The small set of lung she retains on her original body are mostly for speech."  Tasha paused to study the writhing woman.  "She looks about ready to pop Natalie."
            "I agree.  Cum for me lover."
            Wendy opened her mouth impossibly wide and spit out a stream of white fluid.  It impacted the loose material around her head and fell back, splattering all over her face.  Wendy didn't seem to notice, lost in her orgasm as she spewed about mouthful after mouthful of cum.  It slid down her face to mix with the secretions pouring from her new vagina breasts.
            "Again.  Cum for me lover."
            Wendy shuddered and the stream of white liquid intensified.  It pooled at her hips before sliding down into her boob naga body.  Natalie had Wendy cum twice more, coating her entirely inside her rubbery outer layer, before she decided her lover had enough.  "Lover, play time is over."
            As the audience watched Wendy's outer layer tightened, the cum re-absorbing back into her body.  Natalie knelt down and pulled Wendy to her, her lover returning the hug.  "Did you have fun?"
            "That was…amazing.  My only regret is that I'm too tired to play for a little while."
            "Don't worry, I'll hold."  Natalie patted Wendy on the shoulder before rising back to her feet.  She walked over to Tasha and held out a hand.  "Thank you so much for this gift."
            Tasha shook it warmly before pulling Natalie in for a hug.  It was difficult with all the miscellaneous body and clothing parts in the way, but they managed.  "It was my pleasure.  I love giving my creations to those who will love and treasure them.  I know Tracey and Lyle will never be bored or mistreated with your two."
            "They might end up with a bit more excitement than they bargained for."
            "They are tacitly linked to Wendy and feel every pleasure she does.  Right now they're probably as cotton headed as she is."
            "I guess we'll have a quiet night tonight, though who know what the morning will bring."
            "Indeed." Hugh said, breaking up their discussion.  "Who knows what tomorrow may bring?  Another boring day of life, or a chance to through it all away for the new and fantastic?  One thing is certain though.  We'll be back tomorrow for another exciting episode of Seven Days to a New You.  Stay aroused and we'll see you tomorrow."
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            Natalie awoke the next morning wrapped around the slick skin of her lover.  A few kisses in strategic places and Wendy stirred back to consciousness.  "Morning lover. Wendy said, leaning up to kiss Natalie on the lips.
            "Those repeated orgasms I gave you yesterday must have really tired you out.  All we managed to do last night was cuddle."
            "Sorry about that.  I know you must be full to bursting right about now."
            "There's a way you can help with that, if you're up for it."
            Wendy stretched.  "I feel much more energetic now.  What did you have in mind?"
            Natalie spoke the words to activate Wendy's outfit.  "Love, it's play time.  Mode three."
            Like yesterday Wendy's slick skin disconnected from the layer beneath, leaving her wrapped in a plastic bubble.  This time however, there was a thick tube sticking out at chest height.  Natalie pointed her huge tail at the hole and said, "Why don't you bring this inside to play?  That way I can feed you breakfast as well."
            A moment later she moaned pleasurably as Wendy pulled the udder tip of Natalie's tail into the condom with her and wrapped her lips around one of the dick teats.  Under Wendy's ministrations her tauric lover was soon writhing in ecstasy.  When Natalie came she drenched Wendy in milk.  The white liquid flowed around her like the cum from yesterday.  When Natalie finally stopped spurting the condom around Wendy's torso budged in places as milk tried to escape into the section around her boob naga half.
            "Tasty." Wendy said, taking another sip right from the tap.  "I'm still thirsty though, so let's see if I can get you to do that again."

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            Hours later the two women stood onstage with Hugh, their hunger sated for the time being.  By the time they had to stop and get ready for the show, Wendy had absorbed enough fluids to fill a child's swimming pool.  Despite cumming multiple times, Natalie felt wide awake and ready for today's transformation.
            "How did you two like Ms. Waters’ outfit?" Hugh asked as they waited for the audience to file in.
            "You have no idea how good it makes me feel when Natalie puts me into play mode." Wendy replied.
            "Plus it saves a huge amount of time on cleaning.  Remind me to thank her for suggesting adding a way to direct my own effluence."
            "She'll be most pleased you're taking full advantage of her creations."  Hugh swiveled his jaw as if thinking about something.  "She offered me Mistress Blackfire's old outfit, after the show yesterday.  Did you know that?"  Both contestants shook their heads.  "I have to admit I was tempted, but I didn't think they carried the image I'm supposed to have as host of this show.  By remaining a normal human in the midst of all this twisted flesh, I think it adds a point a lot of the viewers can connect to."  He looked thoughtful for another minute as the last of the audience took their seats and the assistants made last minute preparations.  "Looks like we're about to start.  Here we go."
            After the countdown Hugh strode center stage and called out to the crowd.  "Welcome back everybody to day 5 of Seven Days to a New You.  I hope everyone watching is excited, as we have another amazing episode for you today.  Flesh will be warped, lives changed, and some of you will walk out of here with different or far more genitals than you came in with.  Are you ready for the start of the show?"  After a loud cheer Hugh continued, "Good to know.  Let's jump right in and bring down our four audience volunteers to demonstrate today's transformation options.  Will Andres Howell, Andy Norris, Angela Long, and Jean Williams please come down to the stage?"
            Four audience members came down and were prepared by Frenula.  When they were naked and lined up Hugh continued, "We decided to mix things up today and give each of you the vial first and afterward you can introduce yourselves.  As each mixture was customized to each one of you, that way you can speculate as to why you received that particular vial.  You're up first."
            Hugh gestured to a dark skinned and very muscular man.  The others stepped back while Frenula came up and handed over a vial.  The man thanked her for it, drank down the liquid within, and handed it back.  After a few moments the man put his hands about halfway down his torso and said, "I feel something happening, right about here."
            The skin on the sides of the man's torso bulged outward, pushing away his hands.  The protrusions grew longer and skinnier, each column of flesh at least several inches across.  When the flesh was done reforming the man was left with a second set of arms growing out of his torso, identical to the pair above.
            "Not flashy, but practical in so many ways.  Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?"
            "Andres Howell, man of man muscles.  I work as a professional trainer and bodybuilder.  The extra arms you gave me will fit in perfectly with my day job and give me extra uumph at competitions.  Although…I guess this means I can no longer compete in the baseline category."
            "We could certainly take you further, push you even close to a mountain of muscles, but that will have to wait for later.  It's time for our second participant."
            Andres stepped back while the man beside him walked forward.  In contrast to the man before him, the second participant was tall and slender, light skinned but evenly tanned.  His brown hair was short in front and tied in a ponytail in back.  Between the tan, the hair, and the goatee, he looked like one of the dozens of men who worshiped the daily waves along the coasts.
            After drinking the vial Frenula gave him the second man's arms started to look a lot more like Andres'.  A thick layer of muscles doubled the thickness of his arms down to the wrists, before a layer of fat smoothed them away.  The skin took on a grey and rubbery look, with white patches on the inner sides of his arms.  A foot long triangular fin grew out of the man's upper arm, while two smaller ones burst from his forearm.  The last changes happened to the man's hands.  They swelled, the fingers lost in the ballooning flesh.  By the time the change was done the man was left with a pair of shark heads at the end of each arm.
            "Dangerous, I like." the man said, opening and closing the mouth full of razor sharp teeth.  He looked up and saw the audience was staring at him.  "Oh, sorry.  I'm Andy Norris.  I work as a marine biologist, which is probably why they gave me these."  Andy held out his arms wide to give the audience a better view.  "This will certainly give the surrounding wildlife a scare when I go diving.  I can't wait to test them out."
            Andy stepped back and the first of the two chosen women stepped forward.  She had come onto the stage wearing a business suit and still possessed a rigid bearing without it.  Her blonde hair was in a neat bun at the back of her head and the makeup on her face wouldn't have looked out of place in the boardroom.  She stiffly accepted the vial from Frenula and drank down the contents without pandering to the crowd.
            The woman held out her arm to study the changes when they started a moment later.  Her thumb melted away in her palm.  The remaining four fingers tugged apart, dividing her hands into individual segments.  This four sections split up to her elbow and finally her shoulder.  Each segment rounded out, looking like eight tentacles hanging from the woman's shoulders.  This look was reinforced by the double line of nipples that curled its way down from the woman's shoulders to what was formerly her wrists.  The ends of each tentacle flattened out into small paddles with nipples on either side.  The edges of the nipple areolas rose out of the skin while the centers sunk in, turning each into a sucker.
            The woman curled one of her tentacles into a tight circle, revealing she had prehensile control and that there were no bones left inside.  "Appropriate." she commented.  "At least that's how some of my courtroom opponents would see it.  It isn't easy being a woman lawyer in the big leagues.  I didn't come to the show today to pick up some free advertising, but it never hurts to let others know about your services.  To my clients I am Angela Long, though others in my profession call me the octopus.  I prefer to think they're commenting about my ability to think on the fly and my unwillingness to let go of a case.  Clearly whoever called me down here today knows a bit of my background to have picked such a fitting transformation.  I can't wait to see the look on the next poor defendant's face as I wave eight different pieces of evidence at him all at once, though I'm going to need to pick up a new secretary for dictation."
            "I'm sure there would be several people out there who would like to work under such a…unique boss Angela.  But if you'll relinquish the stage we have one more participant to go."
            The tentacled woman stepped back to allow for the other woman to take center stage.  This one was younger than the lawyer, looking to be in her university years.  Her dirty blonde hair was up in a loose ponytail and she was blessed with a delightfully curvy figure.  She accepted the final vial from Frenula and made an exaggerated show of drinking it slowly.
            When the transformation started, the woman's arms swelled up like Andy's.  Instead of muscles, they formed into a set of spheres.  Her upper arms divided into two fat spheres, while her forearms were replaced by three smaller spheres.  Her hands also swelled into spheres, ones even larger than the pair connected to her shoulders.  A circular patch of skin on each sphere darkened to chocolate brown and a point in the center poked out.  The points continued to grow until each was nearly six inches long, the mushroom shaped tip revealing them to be dicks growing out of the breasts that replaced the woman's arms.  The final changes occurred on the breasts that had replaced the woman's hands.  Instead of growing dick nipples, a long slit split the outside edge.  It grew deeper and the edges pinker until she possessed two new vagina's on the edge of her hands.
            As she held up one to study it the woman said, "Wow, this is so cool.  It looks like the ends of the dress Gina was wearing yesterday.  I wonder how it feels to grip something."
            "By the looks of many in the audience, there are plenty of parts they'd want you to grasp with those hands.  Care to tell us about yourself?"
            "Oh, how silly of me.  I'm Jean, Jean Williams.  I'm a human sexuality student at university right now with a minor in transformational psychology.  I want to find a way to use transformations to help people."
            "A very noble goal and one you now have first hand, pardon the pun, perspective on.  Now if the other three participants will rejoin us we can demonstrate the modifier for today."
            Andres, Andy, and Angela walked forward to stand next to Jean.  Frenula went down the line with a bag held in her telekinetic grip.  Each participant was instructed to reach in and pull out one of the stones within but not reveal it yet.  After Jean had selected her stone Hugh continued, "On the count of three reveal your stone.  Those with a white stone will be receiving the modifier, those with black will not.  As there were four stones of each color in the bag, we could be seeing up to four additional transformation today.  Ready?  Three, two, one…"
            Andres opened his fingers to reveal a white stone.  Andy dropped a black stone from a shark mouth onto the floor of the stage.  Angela uncurled her tentacle to reveal a white stone.  Jean managed to push her black stone out of her vaginal grasp, but dropped it when she saw the color.
            "Andres and Angela, you two are the lucky winners of the modifier."
            Frenula came over and gave each another glass.  "Cheers lady." Andres said, holding out his vial to Angela.  She clinked it with her own, before using a tentacle to bring it to her lips.
            The changes were immediate.  Both participants’ changed arms started sliding down their bodies.  Angela's tentacles settled in a ring around her waist while Andres' kept going.  His upper pair stopped at the knees, while his lower pair of arms now grew from his ankles.  The bodybuilder took a few tentative steps in his new quadruped form and almost stumbled.  "This is going to take some serious getting used to."
            "I don't know, I rather like the change.  There's a famous designer who only makes outfits for armless clients and I can't wait to try on her newest collection.  It will help me make quite a statement when I return to the office next week."
            "I'm sure any outfit you wear makes a statement Angela." Hugh cleared his throat and addressed the audience.  "You've now seen the four options for today.  Should one of our lovely contestants add more limbs like Andres?  Should they let out their inner animal like Andy?  Are Angela's tentacles more your thing?  Or should they be genitalized even further like Jean.  In addition, which contestant do you want to see end up with limbs in alternative locations?  They could grow out of her head, her chest, her butt, who knows?  It all depends on the creativity of our transformation team and your votes.  Our voting period starts now, so pick up your devices and start picking.  To keep you entertained during the voting period, we're bring in a familiar face.  Please give a warm welcome to Assholia!"
            Tasha’s anuswoman assistant from the previous day strode onstage.  Today she was dressed in fishnet stocking that stopped just below her crotch and a pair of sky high platform heels.  Combined with her green Mohawk, piercings, and tattoos, she looked every bit the hardcore rocker instead of a fashion designer.
            “Hi everyone.” Assholia said, putting a swagger in her step that caused the piercings in her dick to jingle together.  “I bet you’re all wondering “What’s she doing here again?”  Let me assure you this is not another clothing based transformation announcement.  I’m actually here for a service I heavily believe in, and not just because my wife is the head.  Spinctara, would you care to join me dear?”
            From offstage came a second anus-woman.  Like Assholia she was of the Bolshel variation, a dick tail swinging above her feminine legs.  In fact the two anus-women looked nearly identical, save for some of the tattoos and the fact Spinctara’s mohawk was vibrant purple.
            The two anus-woman bumped cheeks in an approximation of a kiss.  “Thanks for the introduction love.  You’ve always been able to work a crowd better than me.”
            “The only way you get better is to practice.  Besides, this is about the friendliest audience you can image.  They’re going to love what you’ve brought to present today.”
            This seemed to embolden the other anus-woman and when she spoke her voice was even stronger.  “Hello everyone.  If you missed it just a moment ago, my name is Spinctara.  I was born in the Empire and lived there until my early teens.  My mother died when I was a small child and when I was thirteen he remarried to a lovely cock-woman.  Within a year we moved to the Realm.  My father travel for business and I went along whenever I could.  After seeing such variety of people in the Empire, it became sad when I realized such diversity didn’t exist in the Realm.”
At murmurs from the audience Spinctara quickly continued, “Before you shout me down let me say I wasn’t talking about diversity of forms.  Each of the four kinds of Freyan woman have numerous subtypes or regional variations.  When it became time to choose my own form I went with one of the less common ones.  What I’m talking about are the differences between Freyan women of the same subtype.  Say you have two cockwomen.  How would you tell them apart?  They might possess slightly different skin tones or one might be an inch taller than the other.  Walking down the street though, they’d be very hard to distinguish.  Or take me and my wife.  Without our mohawks, I doubt many of you could tell us apart.  We even dressed the same, to reinforce the point.”
“Dear, you’re getting on your soapbox again.” Assholia cut in.
“Sorry Assie.  Where was I…oh yes.  The reason we are here today.  After my travels in the Empire I decided to dedicate my life to providing the variety of expression that women of the Empire possess.  If Empire ladies can creature their own idea of form and fashion, why not those of the Realm?  I approached the great lady of the realm, the demoness Freya, and explained my idea.  I feel very fortunate that she supported it wholeheartedly and even gifted me with some small amount of power to help make our goal a reality.  With that power and some startup funds from our first clients, I started the Freyan Unique Creature Collective.”
“From what I’ve heard from those early clients, Spinctara was ever so proud of the name.  She spent forever trying to come up with a sexual sounding one.”
Ignoring Assholia Spinctara continued, “The goal of FUCC is to allow the unique creature that is hiding inside each Freyan woman to come forth.  With the power the Great Demoness bestowed on me, I can change any Freyan woman at her request.  It only works on Freyan woman though, and they have to be willing.  I’m no half demon or avatar.  Just a lover of the strange and unique who was given the tools to live out her dream.”
“I’m sure that sounds nice to everyone in the audience, but you’re probably thinking “What does this have to do with me, I’m not a Freyan woman?”.”  Assholia picked up.  “The important missing end of that sentence is yet.  For we brought along another member of FUCC.  You probably haven’t heard of her as she likes to keep her involvement low key, but I tell you now that she was heavily involved in the plan for the Great Demoness’ birthday that gave us the forms we love.  Please welcome out Sif, one of Freya’s avatars.”
            At first some in the audience thought a jumble of Freyan woman was somehow tumbling onto the stage.  Then they realized the avatar must have based many of the changes off herself.  Sif’s lower body was mostly composed of three fat spheres.  The largest was in the front, split nearly in half by a cavernous vagina.  The other two stuck out the back as enormous butt cheeks, each tipped with an asshole.  At the juncture of each sphere was a leg, giving the avatar a wobbly, three legged gait.  Rising out the back of the largest sphere was an upper torso like a cockwoman’s.  At about three feet up the giant shaft two more dicks stuck out like arms.  At the intersection hung two impossibly large breasts, each areole the size of a dinner plate and the nipples bigger than what most of the watching men were packing in their pants.
Despite having no visible mouth, the avatar spoke with a high and musical voice like that of a small child.  “Wow, I can feel the love from everyone here.  The attraction and lust, it creates a wonderful atmosphere.”
“Sif, do you think you could help us by picking the audience members we’ll need for our presentation today?”
“I don’t know.  I’m not much of a people person. That’s why I build the machines.”  For a being of virtually unlimited transformative potential, the avatar seemed more like a small child.
“Can you pick the ones who will have the best affinity with your machines then?”
“I guess I can do that.”
Sif lumbered forward and stopped as she reached the front row.  One of her dick arms swept forward and pointed to a woman with a pair of headphone around her neck.  “Breast-woman.”
The woman clapped with glee and walked down to the stage.  Sif next picked an older woman on the left side to be an anus-woman and two college aged girls sitting together to become a vaginawoman.  When Sif walked all the way up to the last row and pointed to a woman in the back, her eyes went wide.  “Cock-woman.”
“M…me?” she stammered.  “Why would you pick me?”
The avatar shrugged.  “I feel it will bring you the most happiness.”
The avatar descended back to the stage.  The last woman she selected looked uncertain, but seemed to make up her mind and followed Sif.  She was dressed very conservatively for the event, her long sleeved shirt and ankle length skirt revealing nothing.
When all four participants were on the stage, Spinctara said, “Sif will take you backstage now and convert you into Freyan women.  When you come out, we’ll talk and figure out who you really want to be.”
As the four women followed the avatar backstage, Hugh suggested, “To give Sif some time to work, why don’t you two tell us how you ended up together?”
“It was one of those random meetings poets always write about.” Spinctara started.  “I was visiting the Ondora to discuss FUCC with a wealthy philanthropist.  She happened to be a client of Ms. Waters, so Assholia was also there while her mistress ensured the first fitting of a new garment went off without a hitch.  The lady in question, who I will not name here, wanted to wear it to opening night at an opera later that evening”
Assholia picked up the tale next.  “We got stuck waiting outside the office for almost an hour while Ms. Waters made a few secretive adjustment. I was fascinated by the woman sitting beside me.  I’d never met a Freyan woman before, let alone one as uncommon as an anus-woman.  Back then I wasn’t Assholia, I was just a non-descript and forgettable woman.”
“I didn’t think so.  I certainly saw the unique person hiding inside the normal body.  It might have been a bit presumptuous to ask you out on a date, but I’m grateful you stammered yes.  Six months later we hopped an airship back to the Realm and my new wife felt the love of Freya in the way only her special women can.”
“I was utterly captivated by Spinctara.  Before we met I was into guys.  Women, let alone women who are little more than a sex pair of legs, weren’t even on my radar.  But after Spinctara talked me into converting, I knew I wanted to be just like her.  I hope you didn’t mind I copied you look so closely dear.”
“If I did, I wouldn’t have transformed you like that.  I love the image we project, two powerful women in love who don’t care what others think of them.”
“A fascinating story.  But here comes an assistant with your first charge, so it’s time to get to work.”
An assistant came out pushing a cart.  On top sat two spheres the size of beach balls.  Each breast-woman had a large aerola and nipple on one side and her vagina and anus on the other.
“How do you like being a breast-woman so far?” Hugh asked the pair.
“Feels strange.” They said in unison.
“Whoops, I worried this might happen.” Spinctara said.  “With her mind so recently separated, both halves think virtually identical thoughts.  You’ll have to pick one to do the talking and if the other disagrees she can speak up.”
Hugh patted one breast, rubbing the border of her areola.  “I’ll pick you to do the talking then.  Tell us a little about yourself and how you’re feeling.”
“I was…am…Erika Simmons.  I work as a small time DJ.  Parties and events and the like.  I’ve wanted to visit the Realm for years but had yet to save up the money for a trip.  My parents went there several years ago and never came back.  My mom joined a boob farm and my father got transformed into a guard dog for the same facility."
"And now you're followed in your mother's footsteps."
"I don't know.  I liked being a DJ.  I love the energy and the people.  Laying around all day just don't appeal to me."
"Ooh, I just had a great idea.” Spinctara interjected.  “I know you don't want to lie around, but how about hanging around?"
"Sure.  What did you have in mind?"
"Give me a sec, I have to get the perfect picture in my mind and…there."
The Erika breast that had been talking stiffened.  Her body firmed up, becoming perfectly spherical in defiance of gravity.  Starting around her vagina and anus, Erika's skin darkened from pink to grey.  As this color spread over her spherical form a turned glassy and shiny.  Large, regular cracks formed in Erika's outer layer, dividing her skin into neat squares.  When the changes reached the other side, her areola darkened to jet black.  The color continued up to her nipple, which doubled in size.  Chrome growths appeared at the tip, curling out to for a six inch ring running through the nipple.
"Holy shit, you turned me…her into a giant disco ball." the other Erika breast exclaimed.
"This is so cool.  I wonder if I can do colors too?" Sure enough, after a few tries brilliant beams of vibrant colors shot out of different sections of ball Erika's body.
"How does her change make you feel?" Spinctara asked, tapping the unchanged breast-woman.
"Jealous.  She's going to be the center of attention, the life of the party.  Even if you changed me like her, somehow I don't feel it would be as special."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but a party needs more than a lightshow.  It needs great music as well?"
"That's true." Erika admitted.  "What…hey…that tickles."
Areolas and nipples of all sizes were growing all over the second Erika's body.  Her original remained the largest at nearly a foot across, while the smallest were barely over an inch.  The areolas darkened to grey while the skin between them took on a black, plastic look.  Each areola sunk into Erika's skin to form little hemispheres with the nipple poking up in the center.  They looked like dozens of speakers, something reinforced a moment later when Erika boomed, "Can you hear me now?"
Those on stage still with ears covered them as Erika's words assaulted them, copied endlessly by all her speakers.  "Whoops, sorry." This came from her largest speaker only, at a much lower volume.  "How is this going to help me bring the music though?  Unless everyone want to listen to me sing."
"Try thinking of one of your most popular songs." Spinctara suggested.  A moment later the audience was treated to Dirty, Hairy Sex by Assfaced Geisha.  When the song ended Spinctara continued, "Any song you remember you can play.  You're the perfect jukebox."
"More like a boombox  Or Boobbox.." disco ball Erika suggested.
"I like that.  I don't look much like an Erika anymore and it would get confusing calling us the same thing when we do shows."
"You still want to work with me?" disco ball Erika asked.
"Hell yes.  A partner who can practically read my mind, who know all my tastes and can perfectly compliment the music I'm pumping out, we'd be perfect together."
"Then I want a new name too.  Hmm, how about Lightshow."
"Boobbox and Lightshow, coming to a party near you.  I can totally see that happening."
"I'm glad you two love your changes.  I wish you a successful and happy career together."
An assistant pushed to party breast-women and their cart offstage and returned with an anus-woman.  Spinctara asked her, "How does it feel to be literally half the woman you used to be?"
"I feel like a million Kriss.  I had terrible arthritis before which made moving very painful.  Now I feel a fraction of my age.  I want to run, to dance, to do all the physical activities denied me the last few years."
"If you had to pick one, which would you do first?"
"I would go out and tend my garden.  I had a huge one when I was younger, they actually featured me in a few magazines.  Over the last five years it's fallen into disrepair as my ability to care for it waned.  Now though, I plan to revive my poor plants."
"Those plants seems incredibly important to you."
"In a way they're like my children.  I never married or even had major relationship.  It was always me and my garden.  I would raise my children up from seeds, see them healthy and strong, and when they were ready sell them on to others.  Some thrived, some didn't, and I felt their successes and failures as strongly as any parent."
"If I had a way for you to feel closer to your plants, would you take it?"
"Absolutely."
As soon as the woman spoke, her body started to change.  The skin on her lower legs shriveled and wrinkled,  forming deep trenches and sharp peaks.  At the same time it darkened until from the knees down the woman appeared to be covered in bark.  Her feet changed next, splitting apart at the toes to form several fat roots.  From the knees up the woman's skin turned a vivacious green, the color consuming the rest of her exposed skin.  A line of brown thorns spiraled up, wrapped around each thigh and curling around each cheek.  These were joined by long stringy vines forming a ring around the bottom of her cheeks.  Each vine had multiple bulbs that opened up with flowers of all colors.  An even bigger flower grew around the woman's anus, encircling the pink hole in red and pink petals.
"How's this….I just realized I never asked you name before changing you."
"Green, Emily Green.  A name that is now very fitting."
"It is indeed, just like you'll fit right in when you return to your garden.  Maybe you'll even find a big, strong gardener to give you a hand.  Maybe even help pollinate some of the flowers."
Emily's cheeks were hidden by her anal flower, but by the tone of her voice she clearly like the idea.  "That…would be lovely."
"We'll let you hurry off to your special place as our next pair of participants has arrived."
A Freyan-vaginawoman stepped out on stage next with an assistant on either side.  The newly conjoined creature seemed to have difficulty coordinating its legs to walk in a straight line.  Even with the assistants' help, it took them almost a minute to make it to center stage.
"It seems you two are discovering the trials and tribulations of your new form.  So I don't make the same mistake as last time, can I get your names?"
"I'm Margret." said one side.
"I'm Mary." said the other.
"Together, we now go by Magma."
"Hot, I like it.  So much potential.  How did you two end up here together?"
"We're BFFs."
"Geeky BFFs."
"We met freshman year of university and we've been inseparable ever since."
"Now, literally."
"We love geeky activities like board games and role play"
"In fact we were in the middle of an RPG where we played heavily transformed characters."
"A fantasy one, with valiant heroes and strange monsters."
"We think that might be why Sif picked us."
"No regrets about converting then?"
"Not here."
"It will take some getting used to but I love it already."
"Good, good.  Would you like me to make your new form even better?"
"Totally."
"Absolutely."
Spinctara concentrated and the two women's form started to change.  All four legs were re-absorbed while the body stretched longer, leaving the vagina-woman a long tube like the Jelfr subtype.  Only instead of topping out at two feet long, Magma grew to be over eight.  Her skin darkened into black and grey plates like obsidian, separated with sections colored like lava.  The red, yellow, and orange coloring extended to the enlarged vaginal lips on either end.  Fluids dripped from each opening, falling to the floor and solidifying into black glass.
When shown her reflection Magma exclaimed, "I'm a lava worm, one of the monsters out of our game.  This is so cool."
"You mean hot, incredibly hot." her other half replied.  "I can't wait to show the rest of our group.  I bet Brent and Ramon wouldn't mind sticking their swords in this scary monster."
The vagina-woman slithered offstage with much more agility than she arrived with.  After she left Assholia and Spinctara shared glances.  "I wonder what's taking Sif so long with the last participant?"
"I'm here." a voice called from offstage.  "It's just…I can't let anyone see me like this.  I'd die of embarrassment."
"I'm sure you turned out lovely." Assholia called back.  "Please come out so we can see."
Taking slow, hesitant steps, the newly transformed cock-woman made her way onstage. About halfway she turned around and made to escape in the direction she came from.  'I can't do this.  I'm naked, naked in front of who knows how many watching people."
"From our most recent data that number is…" Hugh started, before angry glances from the two-anus women shut him up.
"Why shouldn't you be naked?  You're a cock-woman now." Assholia coaxed.
"And a very pretty one at that." Spinctara added.
"Really, you think I'm pretty?"  Buoyed by the anus-women's statements, she finished her trek to center stage.  Like most cock-women her legs were long and feminine.  Above the hips her torso rose into the meaty form of a cock, the tip just under six feet high.  Covering her crotch was a massive pair of balls that hung to below her knees and wider than her hips.
"Right now I do think you're pretty.  If you'll let me, I can make you gorgeous."
"I….if I tell you something will you promise not to laugh?"
"Of course not.  I take my work very seriously."  Both anus-women pressed into the sides of their larger sister, the closest to a hug the three armless women could manage.
"I…don't want to be gorgeous." the cock-woman confessed.  "I want to be like you."
"Like us?" the anus-women asked in unison.
"Before this, before today, I was a bit….no not a bit, extremely repressed.  I put my sexuality in a box and hid it away.  I was afraid of my body, of how it could make me feel.  Coming here today…I'm still not sure why I did it.  It's probably the most spontaneous thing I've ever done…"  she trailed off, clear fluid leaking from the hole at the tip of her phallus.
"There, there, take your time."
"Now…now I'm a creature that can do nothing but flaunt her sexuality.  I think the avatar, that Sif picked me because she saw how much I was struggling inside.  I'm finally free to be who I want to be.  The new me doesn't want to be glamorous.  She wants to be dark and sexy like you two.  Can you please help me with this?"
"My dear, all you had to do was ask."  Spinctara's anus crinkled into an approximation of a smile.
The cock-woman jerked as Spinctara's magic went to work.  All over her body the skin turned a multitude of colors as tattoos sprung to life.  Each scene showed a different combination of Freyan women fucking in every position imaginable.  They ranged from the tops of the woman's feet all the way up to the tip of her glans.
The piercings came next.  They started in a line up her scrotum, dozens of gemstone studded rings separating her mighty testicles.  Four more lines of small rings ran up the sides of her upper torso, black ribbons appearing from no-where to tie the corset piercings together.  At the glans dozens of small barbell piercings ran around the edge of her helmet.  A huge one went through the center and stuck out the sides like a rack of horns, while the final one grew like a Prince Albert right through her frenum.
As the cockwoman studied her reflection in the provided mirror she said, "You really did it.  You went all out."
"Do you like it?" Spinctara asked.
"Like it? I love it.  I finally feel this is the real me.  Thank you so much for this.  This might be an imposition, but can I beg one more favor?"
"Name it."
"That's just it, I need a new name.  Something that gives a clean break from the woman I used to be and announces to the world who I really am."
The two anus-women put their cheeks together for a hushed discussion.  "How about Sexlata?  It states exactly what you want out of life.”
"Sexlata" the cock-woman said, rolling the word around her mouth to get the taste of it.  "I like that.  You can call me Sexlata."
"That's good to hear Sexlata." Hugh said, coming out to join the three Freyan woman.  "We're about out of time, so we wanted to bring everyone out for the send off."
Magma, Emily, and an assistant pushing Boobbox and Lightshow made their way onstage.  "You see, ladies and gentlemen." Spinctara called.  "This is what happens when you put creativity into your transformations.  If you're tired of your boring life and want to let your unique personality shine through, look us up.  FUCC is going on a yearlong tour starting next month, traveling to cities all across the Realm and Empire.  Stop on by and let me work our magic on you."  Spinctara glanced to someone just offstage.  "There's a big man pointing at his timepiece, which must mean I'm out of time."
"Only for now.  Your message has been heard far and wide.  We have to go to commercial, but when we come back you'll get to see which new forms our lovely contestants will be taking."  The cameras pulled back to take in the full picture of the swaying, wiggling, and waving group onstage, before cutting to commercial.

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The show resumed with a still ruffled looking Hugh standing between the large forms of Wendy and Natalie.  "Welcome back everybody.  I hope your break was as…eventful as mine was."
            One of the milchicks poked her head in from offstage.  "Call me!" she cried, before unseen arms carried her away.  Several audience members laughed at this.  "Anyway, you're not watching this to see me; you want to see the result of your votes from over the break.  Natalie, once again you were randomly selected to go first, so here comes Frenula with your potion."
            The cock-woman assistant had a wiggle in her step as she made her way over to Natalie to deliver the potion.  The tauric shemale noted a few dried milk stains on the cock-woman's legs, giving a hint about what she had been up to backstage.  Frenula handed over the potion, a pinkish white today, and stepped back to give Natalie the stage.
            Natalie held up the vial so Wendy and the audience could see.  "Ready for me to get even freakier?"
            "You bet honey.  I'm practically leaking everywhere in anticipation."  The vaginas at both ends of Wendy's snake section were practically dripping in arousal, while the one at her crotch was only slightly less damp.
            Natalie popped the top on the vial and drank down the contents inside.  She could feel the warmth of the D-cum flow down her upper torso and into her lower.  She could feel something happening as the feeling passed her claws and made its way back toward her tail.
            "Looks like someone had her morning breakfast of Genital-Grow" Hugh commented as he watched the change.
            Frenula brought over a mirror to allow Natalie to see what was happening beneath her.  The large testicles flanking her lowest dick were growing larger.  Further forward four more spots were growing as well.  They grew from tiny bumps, to the size of fists, to melons, to soccer balls, and finally stopped just short of beach balls.  The expanding mass forced Natalie's already bow legged gait even wider.  Each of the six orbs expressed four additional growths of their own.  Each of these grew long and thin, six inch long teats that nearly dragged on the ground.
            By this point, it was clear to those who could see that Natalie had gotten the udder option.  The transforming woman reached under herself and played with her new growths, stroking the burning fire inside her.  They were so squishy and soft and Natalie loved how they swayed with the slightest movement.
            The potion wasn't satisfied with just changing Natalie's undercarriage.  She could feel the warmth traveling up her tail, making changes as it went.  Little nubs appeared on either side of her curved tail, spaced about six inches apart.  Each of these grew into hanging udders the size of melons, with teats shaped like dicks.  The end of Natalie's tail, just before the equine penis tip, swelled into a sphere over three feet in diameter.  The horse cock at the end split, leaving Natalie with four points poking out of the udder at the end of her tail.  Each point grew until it was the same size as her initial dick tip, though the slit had doubled in length.
            The potion burned out just as Natalie reached her orgasmic peak.  A tsunami of milk shot from all her dicks, drenching everyone around her.  The cannons at the end of her tail shot long streams into the crowd, soaking even people in the highest rows.  A lake of milk flowed out around Natalie, only corralled by several quick thinking stage hands.  They managed to divert it off the edge of the stage, where another of their kind stood ready with buckets.  Their efforts were hampered by several people in the first few rows of the audience, who clambered down and started playing in Natalie's milk.  If they hoped it would transform them too they were mistaken, left totally soaked but no less happy.
            Wendy got in the containment effort as well, using her long, tubular bulk to dam the flow so the stage hands could worry about controlling the flow elsewhere.  She rolled into it, letting her lover's fluids soak into her body.
            After expelling twice the fluid mass of her body, Natalie finally came down from her orgasm and blinked to take in her surroundings.  She saw Wendy laying beside a pool of white liquid, while Frenula directed several assistants in the clean up effort. "Wow, I made a bit of a mess, didn't I?"
            "We like messes on this show." Hugh replied.  The show host's cheek gleaned with smeared milk and there were several streaks on his suit.  "Still, our production crew is earning their keep on this one.  I'm just glad you're not transformatively contagious; we would have been shut down faster than that stage show disaster in Ondorian.  Anyway, for those watching we're going to commercial to clean up real quick.  We'll be right back in a few minutes.
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            The stage was milk free when the show resumed five minutes later.  Natalie could see a few exhausted stage hands slumped just beyond the edge of the curtain, relaxing after their frantic scrubbing.  She was standing beside Hugh, who was now clad in a milk free suit.  Wendy was on his other side.  She had required Natalie to lick all the milk off her as penance for making a mess.  The pair stopped only when it looked like Natalie was going to have another orgasm and soak the stage once again.  The rest had to be removed carefully with towels, which left Wendy so aroused she was positively quivering in arousal.  Or possibly excitement, Natalie mused.  It was about to be her turn to transform.
            "Sorry for the sudden break everybody, sometimes our contestants get a bit too excited."
            Natalie threw Hugh a mock pout.  "If you'd just undergone that transformation you'd have done the same thing."
            "No doubt, no doubt.  Unfortunately, I have to stay human to continue my favorite roll of turning lovelies like you and Wendy into total sex fiends.  Speaking of which, where comes Frenula with Wendy's vial."
            The potion the cock-woman handed over was a swirl of pinks and blues.  "I guess it's my turn to make a mess." Wendy joked before drinking it down.
            Within seconds of handing back the empty glass Wendy's hands flew to her stomach.  "I can feel it, I can feel myself changing!"
            Even blocked by her hands, it quickly became apparent to everyone watching that Wendy's stomach was expanding wildly.  Much like Lila before her, Wendy passed through the normal stages of pregnant belly expansion and into the bizarre oversized ones.  If it wasn't for the fact she was supported by her oversized boob naga lower torso, Wendy would have probably fallen over from the weight of her bulging belly.
            As Wendy's belly approached a four foot sphere other changes were happening above.  The stovepipe section of her tiny waist widened as new connections forced themselves through.  The nipples on Wendy's breasts, already the size of small dicks, thickened to the dimensions of soda cans.
            Wendy's neck seemed to slide up the back of her head.  Her long, silvery hair parted around it until the connecting section firmly seated itself in the back of Wendy's skull.  The transforming woman's cries of pleasure grew louder as the potion finished its work.  Wendy's stomach rippled and tightened, forcing the fluid mass trapped within upward.  Wendy's cries were cut off as her mouth opened incredibly wide and she spat a stream of cum twenty feet into the audience.  Another ropey tendril followed, then another.  Below that Wendy's swollen nipples were spraying like sprinklers, soaking everyone in a 90 degree arc in torrents of cum.
            Acting quickly, Natalie scuttled in front of her lover.  She took Wendy's open-mouthed face in hers and kissed the newly transformed woman deeply.  Natalie had to drink quickly to contain the stream still gushing up from Wendy's stomach.  Below that she could feel a sticky warmth run down her body as she was soaked by Wendy's breasts.  Natalie used her lower claws to gently massage the udders hanging from Wendy's chest, to squirt out as much of the lovely liquid as she could.
            The two clung together, lost in the moment, until Wendy's production slowed.  When they broke apart Natalie joked, "Well you finally got your wish Wendy, you're a bigger dick than I am.  You've now got the testicle to make it official."  She rubbed Wendy's stomach, which still budged out into a two foot sphere.
            "Only due to the technicality that you tail is now an udder instead of a dick.  Your milk tastes amazing, but I'm going to miss the taste of your cum."
            "With how sexually stimulated I plan on keeping you, you'll never be missing the taste of cum."
            Wendy swished before spitting out another glob of sticky goo.  "Too right.  You have no idea how weird it feels to be spitting the stuff out instead of sucking it in."
            "Who says you can't do both?"
            "Alright ladies, break it up." Hugh called, putting an arm on each other shoulders.  "We're about run out of time, so let's call the show for today."  The show host managed to situate himself between the two cum soaked contestants without ended up smeared himself.  "I hope everyone out there had a great time watching our wonderful show today.  We'll be back tomorrow with another episode of Seven Days to a New You, so don't miss it.  Goodbye, and stay horny."
            Hugh waited a few moments for the audience clapping to die down and for someone to motion the cameras were no longer rolling.  Patting Wendy and Natalie in the few clean places he could find, the show host said, "Now that was a messy episode.  It's a good thing we upgraded your room earlier it preparation.  I would hate to be the poor cleaning gent otherwise.  From what I've overheard from the builders, it's actually a prototype habitat for…" Hugh's eyes rolled up, as if he was trying to remember something specific, "transformees with prodigious fluid capacity.  A term I think fits both you ladies nicely.  So go spend the night milking each other dry so we don't have to worry about too many leaks tomorrow."
             Natalie started off toward their room, but stopped when she saw Wendy wasn't following.  "Wendy, what's wrong?"
            "I don't know, I can't seem to move anything below my hips."  The phallic naga head bent down and nuzzled into the top of Wendy's head.  "Hey, what…what's going on?"
            "I see the second half of your potion is finally kicking in." Hugh said with a huge grin.  "The boob naga you're attached to is finally waking up.  I was hoping it would do so during the show so we could catch your reaction."
            "What do you mean waking up?  It's part of my body, isn't it…oh."  Wendy said, realizing what had happened.  "They awakened my entire lower body?"
            "Correct.  How does it feel to be another creature's dick?"
            "Pretty fabulous right now, but that might be the aftereffect of the potion.  How do I get this thing to move?  I swear from before you said I was supposed to be able to give it orders."
            "Have you tried giving it any?"
            Wendy thought about it for a second, then pointed and said, "Let's go over there."
            Nothing happened, apart from the continued nuzzling of Wendy's head.  "Maybe it doesn’t know you're talking to it.  How about we give it a name?"
            "You want to name part of my body?"
            "More like we're naming the body you're a part of."  Natalie ran her fingers under the sensitive glans of the boob naga's head.  The creature turned to her and rubbed the tender flesh against Natalie's breasts.  "You really like boobs, don't you boy?  How about we call you Boobsie?"
            "What? No, that's stupid." Wendy said as Boobsie licked Natalie's breasts with the forked tongue hidden in its vagina.
            "You like the name, don't you Boobsie.  Why don't you follow me so we can play more?"  Natalie walked to the side of the stage trailed by droplets of cum and the slithering boob naga, with Wendy along for the ride.
            Natalie led the boob naga back to their room, with Wendy complaining the whole way.  Natalie paused outside the door and turned to her still cum covered girlfriend.  "You know, I think I have a way to shut you up and make you enjoy your new situation."  Natalie leaned in and kissed her lover deeply, running her hands over the dick woman's heavy breasts and spherical stomach.
            Wendy broke away with a moan, her words stilted as arousal worked its way through her body.  "You're mean…you know…that?"
            "Mean?  For making you feel good?"  Natalie leaned down and licked a patch of cum off one of Wendy's giant nipples, rubbing her lips across the tender pink nubbin.   "Maybe you should be mean to me too?  It's only fair."
            "Ah…ah…if you keep doing that I'm going to make a mess right here."
            "We can't have that.  Boobsie, follow me into the room."
            Upon stepping inside, the two women took in the changes.  For one thing, all the surfaces seemed to be coated in plastic.  Natalie ran a hand over the top of the tv stand and was surprised as the slick feel.  Then there were the half dozen industrial shower heads hanging from the ceiling, matched by several drains in the floor.  Clearly this place was meant to be well rinsed often.
            The bed wasn't a typical bed anymore.  Instead it was a two foot high block of some squishy substance.  Standing beside it Natalie asked, "Well lover girl, shall we break this place in properly?"
            "Oh yes, I think we should.  Boobsie…" Wendy addressed her awakened self for the first time, "wrap yourself around Natalie so she can't move.  I think someone needs some payback for earlier."
            The giant boob naga coiled around the stunned taur, pushing Natalie face first into the mattress.  She started to struggle until she felt Wendy playing with her now exposed udders.  "I'm going to milk you all night cowgirl, until there isn't a dry surface in this room."
            "Is that a threat or a promise?" Natalie asked, her voice muffled by the bed material.
            "Why not both?" Wendy replied, before latching onto a teat and sucking away….
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            Natalie and Wendy chatted softly while they waited for Hugh to join them onstage.  The audience was already seated and the show about to start.
            "I still can't believe they put in a bypass so when I cum in you, you can cum out my cum.  It's like you’re a giant dick extension." Natalie said to her lover.
            "Do to what; fuck something that’s only satisfied by someone the size of a cock-woman?  I'm just glad my stomach in now in the big boy behind me." Wendy said, scratching under Boobsie's glans.  "That way I could keep drinking and drinking that sweet milk of yours and never have to worry about stopping.  I must have milked you for ten gallons last night."
            "We'll have to try for more tonight."  Natalie spotted moment at the side of the stage.  "And here comes Hugh, about time."
            "It looks like someone got lucky last night." Wendy noted.
            "How can you tell?"
            "Umm…because I'm a dick?  I think I have a sixth sense for this kind of thing now."  As the show host stopped beside them Wendy added, "So Hugh, did she cook your breakfast this morning?"
            "What? Who? No…what?"  The normally unflappable show host actually blushed, before managing to regain his composure.  "I actually cooked her breakfast, using one of the eggs she laid during…you know what.  Malorie actually did contribute some milk though, so you could say she helped."
            "Fresh from the source?  If she's like Natalie, that's the best way to get it."
            "A gentleman never kisses and tells."
            "If all you did was kiss then I'm an earthworm.  This Malorie on the other hand…I wonder what story she'd tell?"
            Hugh was saved by an assistant waving to get his attention.  As the assistant used fingers to count down to zero, Hugh plastered his trademark smile across his face.
            "Good morning everyone.  I'm so glad you could join us for yet another exciting episode of Seven Days to a New You.  We've made it to day four, which means are contestants are on the hump."
            "You mean all we do outside the show is hump."  Natalie joked.
            "That too.  Will it be a downhill glide for our two lovers or will the transformation get harder from here?  That all depends on the creativity of our design team and influence of our audience.  Are you ready to find out your choices for today's transformation?"  The crowd gave a loud cheer.  "Excellent.  Will the following audience participants please come down?  Joy Perkins, Katrina Newman, Colin Gilbert, and Percy Rhodes."
            Two men and two women stood and came down to the stage.  At least that was what they appeared to be until they stood in a naked line.  That revealed the fact that only two were a man and a woman.  They were joined by a shemale and cuntboy.
            "Now the people you see before you were selected for a reason.  Each felt they didn't fit in the body they grew up as and already have used alchemy to change their gender.  When I call you name, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself and your choice to change your gender before drinking your elixir?  Joy, you're up first."
            The first person to step forward was the woman.  She was tall and blonde with a perpetually happy face.  She was solidly built, but not fat.  Instead it gave her the perfect amount of curves.  When she spoke, Joy's voice was high and melodic.  "Umm, hi out there.  Like Mr. Hugh said my name is Joy Perkins.  As you're all wondering it I might as well tell you.  I used to be a man."  In a world without alchemy such a statement from the bastion of femininity standing before them might have caused some shock.  But when people you know randomly turn into giant genitalia, a simple sex change wasn't as remarkable.
            "More than a man." Joy continued, taking her vial from Frenula.  "I used to be a jock.  I used my sports skills to pay for college and even went semi-pro for a while.  The whole time though, I wasn't happy.  I tried new things, changed my habits, but nothing seemed to work.  I wasn't the brightest jock in the world, but I did notice one pattern.  All of the many women I spent the night screwing walked away happy.  Finally I had the irrational though, what if I became one of those women?  I used the money I saved to pay an upscale alchemist to flip me over to the better side of the gender divide and I haven't looked back.  The funny thing is I still play pro-sports, though now for a lingerie league.  So much better without the padding.  The squish of boob on boob…anyway, you didn't come here to listen to me prattle, you want to see pretty old me get freaky.  Hopefully there is still someone out there up for a match when I'm done."
            Joy drank from the vial before handing it back to Frenula.  After about thirty seconds Joy said, "I think it’s working, my breasts are starting to tingle."
            Joy cupped her perky C cups just as they started to grow.  They spilled out into her fingers, stopping in the DD range.  Between them, the skin of Joy's chest started to indent.  A straight line ran from her collarbones all the way down to the bottom of Joy's ribcage.  Around the line the skin puffed up like the mounds of dirt from a trench digger.  As the line grew deeper the sides of the skin broke away, reforming into vaginal lips.  For that was what Joy's chest now sported, a foot long vagina.
            "I can feel my insides tingling like crazy." Joy said as she stuck a hand into herself.  "Wow, I'm really deep.  All my organs must have migrated to my breasts as I'm totally empty in here."  Joy stuck in her other hand, pulling open a gaping chest cavity of glistening pink flesh.  "Maybe someone out there would like to fill me?"
            "Unfortunately Joy, that will have to wait until after the show."  Hugh called.  "Katrina, you're up."
            Still playing with her new hole, Joy stood aside to let Katrina take center stage.  Of the four participants standing on the stage, she was the most obviously transformed.  Four DD breasts hung in a square pattern from the shemale's chest.  As she walked they swung gently, matching time with the bobbing erect phallus and apple sized balls between her legs.
            "To everyone out there, my name is Katrina and I used to be a woman.  When I was in college my roommate Jana went off to Jizza for spring break.  At the time I didn't know she was both a closet bisexual and in possession of a huge crush on me.  Jana brought back several gallons of water from the town, intent on using it to make me want to be a man so she could declare her love openly for me.  I don't know how she planned to do this, but Jana ended up with far more exposure than I did.  After coming clean both about her feelings and what happened, we both decided to get transformed.  I didn't get enough exposure to want to go full guy.  Instead I chose to pick up the best part…" Katrina gave her erect penis a few playful jerks, "while doubling down on the best part of being the lady." Katrina's hands rose to fondle all four of her breasts.
            "What happened to your roommate?" someone called from the audience.
            "Jana decided she wanted to go all the way to becoming a guy.  She's now an anthro stallion with a cock just small enough for me to take.  About ten inches long and two wide."  Katrina flushed in arousal at the thought.  "I should mention we're now a couple, though not in the way Jana…now Jerome intended.  Sorry all you hunky guys out there, this ladyboy is taken.  And will be taken, deeply and often, as soon as I get home and show my little horsey my new changes.  I should get on that, shouldn't I?"
            The crowd cheered as Katrina downed her vial.  Like Joy before her Katrina's hands massaged her breasts after handing over the empty glass.  "All four of my little babies are tingling.  I hope they don't grow too much bigger, I'm about out of real estate."
            The change only bumped Katrina up by a cup size, the more interesting change having occurred in her nipples.  All four grew flush with the skin, disappearing into her areolas.  On Katerina's upper breasts the colored mounds sunk in the center, as if the nipple was inverting.  The flesh rippled as it sank deeper, leaving Katrina with twin vaginas instead of upper nipples.
            "Ooh, I miss having my girl parts.  Dicks are nice and all, but sometimes you just want something inside you.  Isn't that right ladies?" Katrina called to the crowd.  A few of the women in the crowd gave cheers of acknowledgement.  "They're a bit too small for my man's main weapon, but I'm sure he can find some other things to stick in me."
            While Katrina was talking, the potion was working on the rest of her nipples.  The areolas on Katrina's lower breasts also sunk inward, but instead of a line they formed crinkly circles.  Katrina pushed her upper breasts aside for a better look, gaping her new anus nipples to look inside.  "More assholes, how dirty.  I wonder what fun toys I can stick in there?"
            "If the audience has any suggestions, they can give them after the show."
            Katrina snorted.  "If they can find me.  I totally expect to be lost in the two day sex bender after this."
            "If you leave an address, some of them might try and join in.  Anyway, it's time for you to move to the side so Colin can take center stage."
            Katrina gave one more flash of her assets before leaving the stage to make room for Colin.  He looked like a beefcake poster come to life.  Muscles everywhere that seemed to glisten even without oil.  A thick bunches of blonde curls framed both his face and the semi-rigid chunk of meat between his legs.  When he spoke, Colin's voice was deep and rich.
            "Hey everybody, I'm Colin, but I used to be Cayleigh.  Back when I was a woman I was short and generally considered unattractive.  I was also very smart, holding degrees from some of the highest regarded universities in the Empire.  After college I went to work as a manager and technical consultant for one of the big tech companies.  At the time the company was working on a masculinity enhancer, a safer and non-permanent drug to boost virility and stamina.  Some idiot decided to smuggle a few doses out of the lab and dump it into the coffee pot on the secretaries' floor.  I was up there dropping off a report and a friend offered me a cup.  Needless to say the test potion was a little more potent than they expected and a lot more permanent.  My employer ended up with a floor full of perfect masculine specimens instead of the secretaries they hired.  Talk about a workplace nightmare.  After some time I've actually come to like being a guy and all the benefits they have." Colin flexed, allowed his bulging arm muscles to ripple.  "Pickle jars, once my mortal enemy, now quiver in fear at my approach."
            After a round of laughs Colin continued, "Then there was the unexpected companionship.  I literally had to swat women away with sticks when I went to a bar.  It must have been the pheromones or something.  Considering I'd been on a whopping two dates before my transformation, this was a new experience.  Throw in the fact my sexuality was still a bit jumbled and it was even worse.  Still, I managed to find my special someone.  I met a newly transferred Freyan cock-woman named Slitina at a party about six months after becoming a guy.  She's absolutely perfect, satisfying both my masculine and feminine urges.  She couldn't make it today, but she's probably rock hard at home watching me onstage.  Hang in there honey, I'll bring you home a nice treat to play with.  Unlike Katrina, my partner and I love having additions in our bed, so if you're looking for the time of your life with two well hung partners look me up."
            Colin glanced over to Hugh, who was miming checking his watch.  "The ringmaster seems to be telling me to get on with it, so this talking monkey needs to drink."
            The audience eagerly watched Colin's chest after he handed the vial back, but nothing seemed to happen.  Suddenly Colin arched forward, arms pulled tight and shoulders forced back.  "My back, something's happening to my back."
            As he turned around, the audience could indeed see something was growing out of Colin's back.  Twin tubes of flesh expand out from between Colin's shoulder blades.  As they grew longer, branches sprouted off the main tube and spread away.  Thin webs of flesh connected the branches, leaving great sheets of flesh covering Colin's back.  As white feathers started growing in from the top, they were revealed as a pair of wings.  After the transformation ran its course, Colin stretched out his new appendages to show off an impressive twelve foot wingspan of white plumage.  He did a tour around the edge of the stage, allowing a few in the first rows to rub the feathers at the tip of his wings.
            "Quite the angel, isn't he ladies?  You'll have to ask for his number later as it’s time to bring up our last participant.  You're on Percy."
            The last untransformed participant stepped up to center stage.  He was thin and androgynous, with brown hair that wouldn't lie flat on one side.  "My name is P…Percy and I'm a…a…sissy."  Percy flushed bright red as those words left his mouth.  "Wow, I never thought I'd be able to utter those words on live TV.  I've had a fascination with women's clothes since I was a little boy.  I would sometimes sneak into my sister's room and try on her dresses.  She was a girlie girl, loved pink in all its shades and anything floral or lacy.  We were about the same size, so I was able to get away with buying things saying they were gifts for her.  When I went off to college I got my own place I started dressing more.  I'd spend entire weekends in woman mode, cleaning my apartment or watching hypno videos.  It was after one of those sessions I decided to do…well…this." Percy gestured to the vagina between his legs.  "Some people would think me crazy for giving up my manhood, but this was something I needed to do.  Something that would make me whole.  After the sight of myself for the first time in silk panties without the bulge I cried for hours.  I was so happy.  Since then I've actually made a few friends, mostly in the special clubs where I can let out my secret.  That's where I first interacted with some more extremely transformed individuals and…well…I fell in love with the look.  I was hoping to one day add to my transformation, to come out of the closet, and I guess that day is today."
            Before the audience could clap for the end of his speech, Percy downed his vial.  Like two of the previous participants, his hands slowly moved to his chest.  "My chest…feels weird.  Like…something's growing.  Am I finally growing breasts?  I've wanted them, but they would have been impossible to hide.  Not that I have to worry about that now."
            Small mounds were growing out of Percy's chest, but they were oddly green.  They looked more like the bulbs of a plant than breasts.  When the bulbs grew to the size of a normal woman's breasts they opened, revealing the pink petals within.  If Percy was shocked by this development, he was more so when two green tendrils emerged from the base of each flower.  The inner pair played over the other flower, while the outer two tendrils made their way down to Percy's crotch.  The cuntboy gasped in pleasure as they entered him and wriggled around.  Percy was positively panting as the tentacles withdrew, pulling something with them.  It was difficult for the audience to see, but Natalie was close enough to spot another bulb coming from Percy's ass.  Likely the tendril in front had pulled an identical one from his pussy.  These two bulbs opened as well, shading Percy's privates in a screen of white petals.
            "You did say you liked things flowery, I think this was a perfect outcome for you Percy." Hugh noted.  Unable to speak, the cuntboy simply nodded.  "And that concludes our four options for today's transformations.  Do you want to give the lovely Natalie and Wendy a vaginal chest cavity to play with like Joy?  Or would they do better with genitalized breasts like Katrina?  Are Colin's wings more your fancy?  Or would Percy's flowers be a perfect fit?  The choice is now yours.  Pick up your signaling devices; you'll have fifteen minutes to vote as we bring out some entertainment."
            "Hang on!" someone called from the crowd.  "What about the modifier?"
            "Oh, that.  We're not having one today."  There were boos from the crowd, which caused Hugh to grin.  "Gotcha.  We will be having a modifier for this round, but it's a secret.  You'll have to decide blindly which contestant you want to apply it do.  I will give a single hint, if you want it?"  Several shouts from the audience clearly indicated that they did in fact want the hint.  "Very well, it has to do with our voting time entertainment for today.  Speaking of which, help me welcome to the stage Tasha Waters, head designer for Perfect Outfits."
            The woman who stepped to the center of the stage was in her mid fifties, but could have passed for a woman twenty years her junior.  There were streaks of ash in her blonde bun and laugh lines dug deep around her eyes.  She was dressed in a ball gown of some unknown material.  It had the shine of latex yet the cut of finest lace. The dome shaped lower structure hid her entire body from view.  Above this the dress scooped in for a tight corset, the top giving an excellent view of Tasha's still firm breasts though a small window.  The dress continued up to a high collar that supported Tasha's neck while making it hard for the woman to turn her head.  The sleeves poofed widely at the elbows before slimming back down to full finger gloves.  With every step the designer took the dress seemed to change color.  First purple, then blue, then pink, then teal. For a brief second it turned transparent, revealing Tasha was wearing nothing underneath, before shifting again to pale cream.
            Frenula offered Tasha a microphone, but the designer refused.  When she spoke, her voice was loud and strong.  "No thank you dear.  If I can't enunciate to an audience this size I need to take my sister's advice and retire.  For those of you who haven't had the opportunity to see my designs before, and you really should look them up if you haven't, my name is Tasha Waters.  I built the foundation of my designs, my  company, my ideals of beauty, on one thing that is very special to everyone here today.  Transformation.  That's right, every item of clothing in my collection used to be a person just like you.  The dress I'm wearing today, for instance, used to be my sister Renee.  She loves being shown off in public, one reason why I think she's joking when she insists I retire."
            "You turned your own sister into a dress?" an astounded woman called from the crowd.
            "Only after she begged me do.  Renee loved my wonderful designs.  She wanted to become a permanent dress for her girlfriend, to be wrapped around her lover's body forever.  That was a bigger step than the girlfriend wanted, so needless to say that was the end of the relationship.  I couldn't undo what I had done; my sister was and would forever be a dress.  She was my masterpiece, so with her permission I put her on instead.  She's been my companion every day for the past five years and a better partner I couldn't ask for."
            Tasha paused and touched a hand to her left breast.  "Right now Renee is giving me a wonderfully erotic massage in gratitude for my compliments.  But I speak the truth; our company wouldn't be anywhere near as successful without her help.  We've grown so much that once again I find myself needing to take on a new apprentice.  The conventional fashion houses of the capital would have me search among the many students churned out each year by the dressing schools all over the Empire.  But that's not what I'm looking for.  I don't want someone who's spent years studying the classics.  I want raw talent that I can gently shape into something extraordinary.  I'm not looking for someone who can sew or knit or otherwise join two pieces of fabric together.  For that is not the method nor medium I use.  I am a crafter of people.  I want someone who looks at the people around them and sees only potential.  Is there anyone here that thinks they fit that description?"
            Instantly several hands shot skyward.  "Ooh, several eager potential apprentices.  I shall have to make this a contest.  I will select three from the crowd.  Each will have their choice of materials to make an outfit that will impress me.  What materials you ask?  Why your fellow audience members of course.  I believe you all signed waivers allowing you to be transformed as part of the show?" She directed this to Hugh, who nodded.  "I brought my three current apprentices with me today; they'll assist you with your presentation."  Tasha paused again, thinking.  "One more thing.  Remember I said there were three contestants, but only one position?  Those that do not manage to become my apprentice will be transformed into outfits of my choosing instead.  Hopefully that won't temper your enthusiasm."
            A few hands dropped at this news, but a few more rose at the thought of being transformed by a famous shaper of flesh.  Tasha strode to the front of the stage and carefully examined the crowd.  "For my first contestant, how about you?" Tasha gestured to woman with black spots in her golden hair.  When she stood, the front of her tight jean shorts showed off a very unladylike bulge.
            "For my second pick…hmm…how about you?" Tasha pointed to a man with spiked black hair and a ripped leather jacket.  The shirt underneath showed a cross between a cow-woman and a drum kit with the moniker "The Sex Monsters-College Tour."
            For Tasha's last pick, she walked up the stairs to the woman who had called her out earlier about turning her sister into a dress.  "For my last pick I choose you dear."
            "Me?" the woman asked in astonishment.  "But I didn't even raise my hand."
            "Who says I could only choose people who raised their hands?"
            The woman frowned but accepted that argument.  "Is this because of what I said earlier?  Are you trying to get back to me, to put me into a contest I'll lose so you can turn me into a dress?"
            "Maybe." Tasha grinned.  "Or maybe I see some potential you don't see in yourself.  Which point is true is up to you."  She held out a hand and after a moment of hesitation, the other women took it.  Wordlessly, she followed Tasha back to the stage.
            Tasha lined the woman up with her other two picks before saying, "Why don't you all give the audience your name and why you want to be my apprentice?  A master craftsman or woman should always be able to play a crowd, so try and make a good impression." She gestured for the first woman to speak.
            "Hey all, I'm Tracey.  I've been a lover of transformations for like…forever.  Blame my parents.  They're both genital swapped anthro cats, which allowed me to come by these naturally." Tracy gestured to her spotted hair and the bulge in her shorts.  "Why I want to be Tasha's apprentice….why I want to be Tasha's apprentice.  I guess I want it so I can make other's happy by transforming them.  I wasn't rich enough to attend college for alchemy, so a chance to learn at the feet, if she has feet somewhere under that dress, of a master would be a dream come true.  If not…well I'd make a hell of a leopard spotted outfit.  Tasha originals sell for a fortune and are worn by the highest of high society, so a life of literally hanging around and swell parties isn't a bad alternative."
            Tracy stepped back and the man stepped forward.  "Yo people, I be Lyle.  I'm actually studying alchemy at college right now, so I think I've got a leg up on the competition.  I think transforming yourself is the ultimate artist expression."  The gestured to the drumming cow-woman on his shirt.  "Take the Sex Monsters, a perfect example of changing yourself to attain mastery of your art.  In this case I guess I'd be changing people into the art, but same dish.  The chance to one day see my work up all high and fancy…it's mind blowing.  That's why I want to be Ms. Waters’ apprentice."
            "And you my dear?" Tasha gestured to the last woman.
            She stepped forward, hesitation lost to determination.  "My name is Gina.  I'm here because…I'm trying to understand.  I'm originally from a part of the Empire with few transformees.  I only interacted with a handful before going off to college.  Last year my roommate flew home to the Realm to join the family boob farm.  I visited her after her conversion into a breast-woman and I'm still trying to understand why she did it.  I was hoping by going to events like these I would find some answers.  As for why I'm standing up here…someone offered me a challenge.  If Ms. Waters knew me, she'd know I'd never back down from a challenge."
            "It seems I've made some wonderful choices.  To give you three a possible view of your future, let's bring out my other three apprentices."
            Three…beings walked out from backstage.  The first scuttled along the floor like a spider, possessing eight arms spaced between its shoulders and crotch.  Between the legs swung both a pair of large breasts and a hefty dick.  Behind apple sized balls a vaginal slit ran all the way up to the top of the creature's butt cheeks.  The creature's head was spherical; lacking all features save an oversized vagina that covered almost half the sphere.
            The next creature was a hermaphroditic humantaur.  Hir upper torso was of a thin and beautiful woman, her long blond hair in braids that fell around all four of her large breasts.  Hir lower half was solid and masculine, four muscled legs that ended in hands.  Between the rear legs swung an impressive equine cock, semi-erect in excitement.  The humantaur was wearing a plasticy blue material, covering all of her lower and most of her upper torsos.  It was translucent though, leaving all hir impressive assets on display.
            The last apprentice was a Freyan anus-woman.  By the erect penis poking up behind her like a tail, a few of the more well traveled or transformation obsessed would have recognized her as hailing from Bolshel.  She was wearing what appeared to be several skirts down her slender, feminine legs.  An inch thick band of stretch fabric held tight to the muscle and allowed a wash of lace mesh to spiral down for several inches below it.  The highest band wrapped around the tops of her thighs, the fabric falling just short of a second band around the midpoint of the anus-woman's thigh.  This one fell to the knee, shading the third band that fell to mid calf.  Each of the skirts was a vibrant purple, matching the platform ballet heels the anus-woman was perched upon.
            The anus-woman's butt cheeks were bare, save for an elaborate set of tattoos.  The images were of transforming men and women; some into clothing, others into sex pets, a few into even stranger forms.  Gaps in the skirts gave hints that the tattoos continued all the way down the anus-woman's legs.  The only bit of skin that didn't seem covered in tattoos was the strip from the tip of the anus-woman's asshole to the base of her dick, which instead hosted a six inch tall, violent green Mohawk.  A line of silver rings ran down the bottom of the anus-woman's dick, swaying and clinking musically as she walked.  They were joined by a pair of bells, hanging from chains pierced through the anus-woman's scrotum.
            The three apprentices stopped on the other side of their master as she introduced them.  "Aractrix…" she pointed at the spider creature, "you will be aiding Tracy today.  Shonta…" Tasha next gestured to the humantuar, "you will be in charge of Lyle.  And finally Assholia, Gina is your charge for today.  Treat them fairly and well, but remember the ideas must come from them."
            The three apprentices and apprentices to be trooped off stage.  "Now to give them some time to work I will provide a transformation of my own.  Just know that if a docent approaches you during the next few minutes, you have been selected to be part of one of their pieces.  Now welcome to the stage Mistress Blackfire."
            The hermaphrodite that walked onstage had clearly been through a few potions.  Her skin was dark, nearly black, but her long hair flared in reds and oranges.  Her face was hard, lit by fire red lipstick and eyeshadow.  Below this her forearms split at the elbow to end in two different hands, flanking two oversized breasts with semi-erect dicks instead of nipples.  Mistress Blackfire's wide hips gave her a pleasing pear shape, thick thighs that surround her equipment.  Her vagina was flanked by a pair of dicks, each over eight inches long without being fully hard, though no balls were visible.
            But what stole the show was Mistress Blackfire's outfit.  In contrast to her dark skin her clothing appeared to be leather in a light cream shade, the color of skin that never saw the sun.  She was wearing a pair of crotch high boots with dicks for heels.  The platform section was a squashed sphere, giving the impression Mistress Blackfire was stepping on a plump breast.  At the top of each boot the material thickened and darkened to a ring of pink, as if they were topped by a giant mouth that eagerly swallowed its mistress' foot.
            The mistress' gloves had similar lines of pink around their edges, stopping just before reaching the elbow.  Each finger of the gloves was padded to give the impression of a dick, though there was no slit at the end.  On the palm of each hand the pale material darkened to pink once again, several wrinkles giving the impression of pussy lips.  On the back of the hand was a raised hump.  A single dark spot bounced around the hump, as if it was an eyeball staring wildly around.
            The last item of Mistress Blackfire's apparel was her sleeveless bordello jacket.  It covered her shoulders and shaded her upper breasts before cutting to the back, falling to barely cover Blackfire's wide ass.  The arm holes in the jacket also had pink rings, though they were wrinkled like the palms of her gloves.  The back of the jacket showed the only design to disturb the otherwise total blankness of the rest of the clothing.  Three men, two women, a shemale and a cuntboy, all jumbled together in an orgy while watched by an indistinct dark figure.  When she saw the design, Natalie wondered if those were the people who ended up becoming the outfit Mistress Blackfire was now wearing.
            "Normally my clients prefer their privacy when enjoying my creations, but Mistress Blackfire here is the exception." Tasha said as the mistress joined her center stage.  "In fact she's made her reputation wearing my special pieces."
            "Indeed I have."  Mistress Blackfire said.  Her voice was deep and husky, sultry and inviting.  "Nothing saps a slave's will faster than seeing its forebears wrapped around my body.  But one day in my dungeon I had an epiphany.  Who is really in control, the clothing or the wearer?"  She held up one gloved hand.  "My sensation of the world is filtered through them.  They possess only the weakest ability to move, if I had given them more strength, could they try and control me?  That was when I realized to truly become the ultimate mistress, I would have to give up my humanity.  As a person I could berate them, whip them, control them in many ways.  But as a piece of clothing…as a piece of clothing I would have full control.  I could filter every sense from touch to smell to sight to hearing.  I would be helpless to move on my own, but fully in control of making my slave move.  I shared this idea with my good friend and supplier Tasha and after many months she's come up with a solution."
            Blackfire steepled both sets of her hands.  "And that’s is where you, my lovely watching pets, come in.  For today's transformation I'll need my first test slave.  Someone willing to submit utterly.  Your life, your job, your family, all of that will no longer matter.  Through my ministrations I will mold your mind into that of a perfect slave, always eager and ready.  Through the weak D-cum I will be able to secrete I will mold you body as well, slowly changing it into the form I find most idea.  So tell me now, are there any brave enough out there to join me?  To be the first of many in my next great undertaking?"
            "What happens to the slave when you're done training them?" a man from the crowd asked.
            "Then I'll sell them off for a tidy profit and start anew on a different pet.  And for speaking up, I think I've found my volunteer.  Come down." When the man looked hesitant she added,  "Now pet, you'll learn to obey my instructions without delay or face punishment."
            The man who stepped down to the stage was in his early thirties, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts.  The shirt was emblazoned with the saying "I like hot chicks" above the picture of a Hergi cock-woman.  When Mistress Blackfire saw it she sniggered.  "How appropriate pet, that you two could one day be a hot chick.  Now get out of those clothes.  Pets aren't allowed clothing."
            The man stripped, with Mistress Blackfire making comments on the bulge around his middle and weak muscles.  "We will have to work on that."
            Meanwhile a set of assistants pushed out a strange device.  It had four cylindrical chambers, two big enough for a person to stand in with two more about half that size.  Only the leftmost half sized cylinder was filled, a swirling white liquid visible through the small porthole.
            Mistress Blackfire had her pet help her undress.  First all four gloves, then her boots, and finally the jacket.  Without a limb to fill them, the ends of the jackets and gloves really did look like gaping mouths, hungry to be refilled.
            Mistress Blackfire pushed the small cart with her clothes over to Tasha, saying, "Thank you so much for this outfit Tasha.  I enjoyed them ever so much.  Hopefully you can resize them so another can experience the pleasure."
            "Normally these transformation are irreversible, but I can probably find someone in a close enough size to wear them.  If not, I know a few people willing to transform themselves to make the outfit fit.  I might even require that, as it loses something without all four gloves present.  Not that that matters to you anymore, you're about to become an article of clothing yourself.  Why don't you step into the chamber and we can get started."
            Tasha led Mistress Blackfire over to the machine, where an assistant held the door open to the second tube.  Her selected audience member was already in tube number four, trying not to stare at the mistress' beautify body.  When the doors were closed and a faint hiss indicated a strong seal, Tasha asked, "Ready Mistress Blackfire?  I know you normally never back down from a course of action, but as this is such a life changing one I figured I'd check one last time."
            "I'm positively dripping in excitement." Mistress Blackfire replied.  She gestured down to her crotch, where both dicks and her vagina were beaded heavily in arousal.  "Let's get this party started."
            Tasha put her hand on a comically oversized pull switch, like something out of an old mad alchemist movie.  She paused for dramatic effect before pulling the lever into the opposite position.  Instantly the machine started to vibrate as pumps and motors hummed to life.  The level of the white substance visible in the first tank started to lower as it was sucked through a series of tubes.  The top of the second tank was designed like a showerhead and streams of white liquid poured down on Mistress Blackfire.  As they hit, it was as if they were beads of hot water landing on an ice sculpture.  They dug tiny divots into Mistress Blackfire's skin, the liquid falling away now black.
            "I'm melting…melting…" Mistress Blackfire cackled, emulating the evil witch in the yellow paver road movie from years before.  Before her face fully melted away she added, "And it feels amazing."
            By the time the white transformative fluid stopped flowing, the second tank was full of only white and black swirling liquid.  The man in the fourth tank looked a bit green, having seen someone dissolved not five feet from him.  He pushed against the closed door but the hermetic seal didn't budge.
            Another set of pumps fired up and the black and white liquid flowed into the third tank.  When the second tank was drained completely a mixer started in tank three, blending the two fluids together until there was nothing but blackness.  After another minute the mixer shut off and the fluid level dropped as the machine prepared to dump the load into tank four.
            The man in the fourth tank looked at the noise just in time to get a stream of black liquid to the face.  He pulled his head away and tried to rub it out of his eyes, but the black substance held fast.  It clung to his skin, refusing to be shaken off.  Drops that missed his body and fell to the bottom of the tank sought out the man's feet so they could climb higher.  As the audience sat and watched in stunned silence, the man was slowly encased in a layer of black liquid.  It shaped his body; flattening his crotch, widening his hips, and even creating the start of budding breasts.  The liquid around his feet condensed into a pair of six inch platform heels.  Around his head the liquid formed into a black sphere, wiping away all of the man's features.
            When all of the liquid that had once been Mistress Blackfire had been absorbed, the door to the fourth cylinder finally opened.  The black clad man…no slave stumbled forth, somehow able to see without eyes.
            As assistant handed over a touch screen pad and stylus while Tasha asked, "How do you feel Mistress Blackfire?"
            With jerky movements the slave wrote something out on the pad.  The assistant took it back and handed the pad over to Tasha.  "Excellent, with two exclamation marks.  Vision, everywhere and nowhere.  Total control, yet no control at all.  I love while he hates.  Training will be…total bliss." Tasha lowered the tablet.  "Well it certainly seems she's having fun.  As for the slave she's wrapped around, I image right about now he's out of his mind with pleasure and confusion.  It should take a bit of time for them both to settle into their new roles.  More time than I have here today on this wonderful show, but I seem to have bought enough for my apprentices to work their magic."  As assistants pushed the now empty machine away, Tasha added, "This machine is perfectly reusable, so if there are anyone else out there than fancies a life as a perfect body coating, seek me out after the show.  But now let's bring out the first participant in my little contest.  Let's see what Tracy, with Aractrix's help, has come up with."
            The spider creature crawled onstage, with a naked Tracy beside her.  Without her clothing, the audience could see the striped pattern that covered her back and curled between her breasts and the eight nipples beneath them.  At her crotch was a cute little feline cock and balls, nearly hidden in a tangle of black and gold fur.
            Between them strode a giant dick, at least that was what it appeared to be.  On closer inspection it was revealed to be a woman wearing a very tight hobble dress shaped like a giant dick.  The dress was skin tight, trapping the woman's arms against her body and coloring them like thick veins.  Through judicious padding, the dress was cylindrical almost its entire length.  The back of the dress fell to the woman's feet, while the front stopped at the knee.  Giant circular sections designed to resemble balls made up the difference, forcing the trapped woman to take tiny steps to avoid falling over.
            The dress came up to the woman's nose, a hidden collar preventing her head from moving.  Over the bald cap that hid her hair was a glans shaped hat.  The ridge fell just above the woman's eyebrows, giving her just the thinnest line of vision.
            "Going for the classics, a confinement dress. Very interesting." Tasha said as she circled the cock dressed woman.  "How do you plan on getting her out of there?"
            "We're not, at least I'm pretty sure we're not."  Tracy looked at the spider creature beside her, who nodded.  "We took a couple from the crowd and they had no qualms about the woman getting permanently wrapped up in her man."
            "What appears to be clothing but is actually a merger.  Aractrix's specialty.  She'll fetch a high price from one of several high end brothels that will want to use her as a party favor.  Step aside now and we'll see what the next pair have brought us."
            Lyle and Shonta stepped out onstage, both with the flushed and ruffled look of a pair who had just engaged in coital activities.  Between then walked a Freyan cock-woman.  It was hard to tell under all the layers, but it looked like Frenula.  The green, plasticy material around her was shaped like a full body raincoat, but it was a toss up whether it was supposed to keep liquid out or in.  Most of the audience's money was on in, especially after Frenula came again after taking a few steps.  The ejaculate hit the ice cream and cone shaped section above her tip, falling back to cover the cock-woman's body.  It slowly made its way down her body in streams, white rivers on Frenula's skin.  By the white lakes hiding Frenula's feet from view, she had already cum quite a bit while in the outfit and the liquid level was steadily rising.
            "I see you've made good use of Shota's human plastic talents Lyle.  Why don't you tell us a bit about your creation?"
            "Those of you who saw my shirt before might have guessed I have a great love for transformed women, especially those from the Realm.  I know most cockwomen are too big to be taken by normal means, so I wanted to create an outfit that could scratch their itch without making a mess everywhere.  The Pleasure Coat that the lovely Frenula volunteered to model for us has lots of tiny nodules and ridges in the upper cock section.  They drive the cock-woman inside wild as they shift with every step she takes.  I don't know if you can see it, but Frenula has a special dildo rebreather in her vagina that can allow her to stay in the suit as long as she wants.  Or at least until she runs out of space.  I didn't include a spillover mechanism in this outfit, but by how far our test subject has filled it after only five minutes, I might have to consider adding one for the next coat.  Assuming you pick me to become your apprentice, of course." he added with a grin.
            "Very nice." Tasha said as she inspected the Pleasure Coat.  Running her hand down Frenula's flank caused the cock-woman to spew out another orgasmic load of cum.  "Tell me about the material you used for the coat."
            "If you're asking about its properties now…Shonta would be the better one to ask.  If you're asking who the coat used to be, I can answer that.  I came to the show today with a buddy of mine, Mick.  He's even more cock-woman obsessed than I am.  He may or may not be what gave me the idea for an outfit like this.  Getting to spend all day wrapped around the creatures he loves, feeling their warm bodies and cum squishing around inside him…I think I definitely paid him back for the idea."
            "You did indeed.  One more contestant to go before I make up my mind which one of you I want to join our little family."
            When Assholia and Gina walked out on stage, it was just the two of them.  The anus-woman had a happy spring in her step, her dick tail jangling behind her.  Gina on the other hand…the audience was silent a long moment as they took her in.  Before she had been a mousy brunette on the level of cute, utterly forgettable.  With the dress she was wearing though, she made a statement that wouldn't soon be forgotten.
            In a way her dress was akin to Tasha's a ballgown with a huge, hemispherical skirt.  On everything else it differed.  The skirt had layer after layer of pink fleshy material, making it appear as an enormous vagina.  Between these layers ran encircling rings of perky breasts.  Each had a tiny dick instead of a nipple, pierced much the same was as Assholia's.
            Gina's torso was encircled by row after row of breasts, each with the same dick nipple and piercing as those on her skirt.  They were largest at the top and bottom of her torso and tiny in the center, giving Gina exaggerated curves.  The biggest breasts of all concealed Gina's true breasts.  Instead of a nipple, these two had a vertical mouth dividing a pair of eyes.
            Gina's arms extruded through a pair of many lipped vaginas at her shoulders.  A maze of nipples traced scintillating patterns down the sleeves of her dress, while a line of testicles hung underneath.  Gina's hands were encased in foot diameter balls of flesh with a gaping vagina on the front.  Whether she had some way of gripping with them had yet to be seen.
            Rising up from Gina's shoulder a collar of dicks forced her to keep her head high and proud.  They formed a disk six inches in diameter, like the collars that used to be in fashion during the era of Mad Kings.  Above this the dress covered all of Gina's head but an oval around her face.  The thick surface made her head look spherical and supported a pair of fat hanging breasts over her ears, each decorated with a pierced on bell.  Above these breasts ran the curving lines of vaginas flanking the floppy line of semihard dicks that ran from the back of Gina's neck to just above her widow's peak.  That space was taken up by another large breast, with the dick sticking out from it reminiscent of a unicorn.
            "Now that is a dress." Tasha said, blown away.  "Are you sure you're never studied fashion or dress design before my dear?"
            Gina tried to shake her head, but instead ended up shaking most of her body due to the tightness of the collar.  This caused her many breasts and dicks to sway mesmerically, accompanied by the tinkle of her jewelry.  "No, never.  I tried to think of what you would do and then cranked it up to eleven."
            "More like twelve.  One final question, why did you decide to model the dress yourself?"
            "A designer should always be proud enough to wear her own work."  Gina paused, flushing a bit.  "At least, that's what you'd say.  As for why I did it…I wanted people to see me for a change.  I've always been forgettable little Gina and I wanted to change that."
            "And you have succeeded splendidly.  In a year's time there won't be a fashion house in the Empire that hasn't heard of your designs."
            Gina's eyes widened in shock.  "You mean…" she stammered, unable to complete her sentence.
            "Yes dear, I'm choosing you to be my newest apprentice.  Such talent, such potential.  I knew you had it in you."  Tasha came over and hugged Gina, which was difficult due to the wide skirts both women wore.  "We're going to have so much fun together.  But now I think it's time to let poor Hugh have another one of his commercials while we prepare your two fellows for their new roles."  She looked over at Tracy and Lyle, who looked disappointed they hadn't been picked.  "Cheer up you two, my contests wasn't a zero sum game.  By the time I'm done with you you'll be happier than Gina here  But to steal Hugh's line, don't go away, we'll be right back with even more transformative goodness, right after this.

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Sorry for the long delay, but I hope you enjoyed this fourth part of Seven Days to a New You.  I tried to put in a lot of small reference for those who enjoy other stories in the universe.  The voting links are below and don’t forget to use both.  The polls will close in 5 days, then I’ll get to work on the next exciting episode.

            Natalie and Wendy's transformation voting page:

http://legendsofbelial.no-ip.info/viewt … 5529#p5529

            Modifier voting page:

http://legendsofbelial.no-ip.info/viewt … 5528#p5528

I'm still working on it.  Between taking a few commissions and trying to continue to pump out paid novels, my writing time has been a bit stretched.  I'm hoping to have the next episode out in a week or so.

may I ask when the next episode will be out or has this been canceled

Love the Armstrong Farm stuff. Your additions to the world of Belial are wonderful.

"Welcome back everybody!" Hugh called as the show resumed.  He was standing on stage between Natalie and Wendy, who each had the slightly disheveled look of someone who had just been fucked.  Clearly the two had partaken in a quickie during the commercial.
            "The votes have been tallied and it's time to get the second half of our show to get underway.  Are you ready to see what becomes of Natalie and Wendy?"  The crowd gave a strong cheer.  Hugh pantomimed holding his hand to his ear.  "What was that? I can't hear you."  This time the audience was even louder.  "Hmm, I think I heard some glass shattering in the studio next door, so I guess that's good enough.  Frenula, why don't you come out to join us."
            The cock-woman emerged, a vial of glowing potion in each telekinetic fist.  She handed the purple one to Natalie and the silver liquid to Wendy.  "Color coded for your convenience." Hugh joked.  "All you'll need to do is drink the potion and you'll be on your way to a new mode of transportation.  Natalie, it was randomly determined that you'll go first, so drink away."
            "You go Natalie, turn into something sexy for me." Wendy said, her face split in an excited grin.
            "Only if you do the same for me when it's your turn." Natalie replied.  She took one last look at the glass vial in her hand before popping the top and drinking the glowing liquid.
            The effect was immediate.  Natalie's lower torso and butt expanded, growing out away from her body.  It almost looked like another full torso was growing out of her hips, but this one was amorphous and cylindrical.  At eight points on the tube, four on each flank, little tentacles grew outward.  They grew bigger and thicker until they looked like giant fingers.  The fingers grew large enough they lifted Natalie's front legs off the ground.  Large chitinous plates grew on the outside of each finger, colored a dark purple.  Similar plates grew on the top of Natalie's new lower torso.
            Natalie's original legs changed next.  She stuck her knees out forward as more plates grew down their lengths.  After the knee her lower legs split in two, reforming into twin penis almost as large as the one that hung between her legs.  The chitin grew around each penis, turning them into grasping claws.
            Meanwhile in back another tentacle was growing out from Natalie's lower torso.  It curled up and around as it grew, giving it the look of a scorpion's tail.  The tip flattened into an dark blue equine cockhead, the entire tail section bigger than Natalie's upper torso.  A second huge cock grew in between the plated finger legs, complete with its own soccer ball sized balls.  As the transformation ended Natalie came, shooting spunk everywhere from all three of her giant cocks.
            "What do you think Wendy?" High asked.  "Our design team used many aspects of the Dawek desert scorpion to shape your girlfriend's new humantaur torso."
            "I love it."  Wendy said, her voice almost rising into a squeal.  "I can't wait until we're alone and I can sink myself onto those lovely new cocks.  I hope I'm stretchy enough to take them.
            "I hope so too."  Natalie said as she took a few experimental steps.  "Considering how good it felt to have you wrapped around my other dick.  Now you have some variety to choose from."
            "Don't be too quick to jump in the sack you two.  Wendy still has to undergo her transformation."
            "Remember, you promised to turn out awesome for me." Natalie joked.
            "I'm already your dream girl, so you'll like whatever becomes of me."  Wendy teased back before drinking her vial.
            Wendy's transformation was as immediate as Natalie's.  Wendy's legs melted together into a single round tube of flesh that grew to be equal in diameter to her waist.  As the pillar of flesh grew longer, Wendy said, "I think I'm turning into a cocksnake, this should be fun.  I guess I'll be the one with the biggest dick in the relationship now.”  She teased.
            "I wouldn't count your breast-women before you've gotten them back to the farm Wendy.  There are still plenty more changes to come." Hugh noted.
            As if to prove his point, Wendy's upper torso started to slid down the giant tube of her lower.  A minute later she was suspended halfway down a tube of flesh that was over twelve feet long and two across.  The ends of the tube rounded out, turning into a mushroom shaped silver glans on either end.  This made it look like Wendy was poking up from the center of a colossal double dildo.  However the skin of the dicks started to indent, forming rings two feet apart.  The indentions made her flesh more spherical, like they were a line of breasts squashed together instead of a tube.  This idea was further reinforced by the dinner plate sized areolas and fist sized nipples that grew on the top of each breast section.  In addition, each breast segment grew in two smaller breasts on the bottom, pointing away from each other at 45 degree angles.  The final changes occurred at the glans at each end.  Fat lines indented into the puffy silver flesh and they opened wide to reveal the hidden vaginas within.
            "Wendy, we caught you on video last night talking about having penis envy of Natalie's giant dick.  Our transformation team decided to play on that in their selection of your new form.  The well traveled people in the audience may recognize Wendy's new "legs" as a colossal version of a Freyan boob-naga, a serpent like creature that lives in the southern swamps.  They are usually well hung and Wendy, you're now perfectly located to be this jumbo version's dick.  While we didn't make any changes to your upper torso, I wouldn't be surprised if this gives the voters a few ideas for the future."
            "If being a giant dick is as fun as playing with one, I might not mind.  Right now though, I want to see if I can use this naga body to take both of Natalie's giant dicks at the same time."
            "With enough time and practice, I'm sure you'll get it.  And as this is the end of today's episode, we can let you two free to go practice.  So long everybody, we're looking forward to seeing you tomorrow for the next episode of Seven Days to a New You.
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            When the pair awoke the next morning, they were on the floor of their borrowed apartment.  Wendy was on Natalie's back and had both sections of her naga lower torso wrapped around Natalie's scorpion half.  Meanwhile, Natalie's equine tail was poking quite insistently into Wendy's back.
            "Good morning lover." Wendy said as she licked Natalie's earlobe.  "Did you have a good time last night?"
            "I think you mean this morning." Natalie said, turning around to give her a kiss.  "It was well into the new day before we finally fell asleep.  Hell, I think we only lost the bed at midnight."
            The pair looked over at the splintered remains.  Few things are designed to have two large transformees bouncing on them at all angles and the bed definitely wasn't one of them.
            "We'll just have them replace it with something more sturdy before tonight's…activities."
            "And if I don't want to wait for tonight?" Natalie said with a pout.
            "We could always break in the shower.  Even with our oversized lower bodies I think we can still fit.  If not…it will just be one more thing they'll have to transformee proof."
            "Like the walls and floor?" Natalie said, pointing at cum stains she had left there.
            "Oh they better not mess with those.  Those are reminders of how good I can make you feel.  By the time we're done in here, I’ll have painted a cum fresco."
            "Well then, how about we get in another layer of paint before the shower?"

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            "Welcome back everybody to day three of Seven Days to a New You." Hugh called to the cheering crowd.  "Here come our contestants, showing off their new methods of locomotion.  Look at how graceful Natalie is despite all those legs.  Then there's Wendy with no legs, already showing mastery of the sexy slither.  How are you two ladies feeling this morning?"
            Natalie and Wendy turned to face each other before saying in unison, "Well fucked."
            Hugh chuckled.  "On a Belial television show, that's a good state to be in.  Are you ladies ready to see what your transformation options for today will be?"
            "That's why we keep showing up." Natalie said.
            "That and the chance to get transformed into sexier and sexier bodies." Wendy added.
            "Well hopefully something today will catch your interest.  To demonstrate today's choices, will Wayne Russel, Amelia Summers, Lila Cobb, and Chad Myers please come down to the stage?"
            It took a minute for Frenula to get the now nude audience volunteers lined up across the stage.  She ducked backstage, only to return a moment later with a basket of vials.  Frenula went to each participant and allowed them to take a vial, before stepping back off to the side.
            "Wayne, I called you first so you're first up."  Hugh said to the first man in line.  When Wayne came down to the stage he was dressed in the heavy pants and plaid shirt of a farmer.  He was even still wearing his straw hat, which shaded his tanned face.
            "Cheers." Wanye said, drinking his vial in a single gulp.  After swallowing he continued, "Hopefully I'll still be able to help around the farm after this."
            "Oh, I don't think you'll have to worry about that." Hugh said, staring at the vial now missing its glowing pink liquid.
            Wayne flushed as he hands drifted down to his crotch.  "Suddenly I feel like I have a terrible case of blue balls.  I haven't felt this bad since I first laid eyes on my lovely wife Ellie May."
            Wayne took his cock in one hand and started stroking away, the discomfort he was feeling more awkward than the knowledge he was jerking off on live TV. His strokes got faster and faster, but they didn't seem to be helping.  If anything his frantic action was making his ball grow even bigger.  They swelled from the size of eggs, to fruit, to soccer balls, all without Wayne finding any relief from the overwhelming need growing inside him.
            When the skin of his oversized scrotum swelled out into another dick, Wayne unthinkingly grabbed it and started masturbating with both hands.  It wasn't until Wayne's testicles had swollen to the size of a giant, pink beach ball that he finally found relief.  Twin spout of white fluid shot into the air with each stroke and fell to the stage with a splatter.  But Wayne kept going, continuing to drench his section of the stage until his testicles deflated to half their maximum size.
            While Frenula came out with a mop and bucket to clean up the mess, Hugh used his finger to wipe off a few drops from his suit and stuck the digit into his mouth.  "Tasty.  With that new udder of yours, your family will always be able to get fresh milk whenever they need it.  And if the look on your face was any indication, you're really going to enjoy milking time."
            Wayne studied the pink bag with four dick teats that had once been his dick and balls.  "Oh I'm already sold on it.  Ellie May though, she might be annoyed I just lost my main way of pleasuring her."
            "I'm sure we can offer some suggestion on how you can use your new organ to satisfy her, but right now it's Amelia's turn to show off the contents of her vial."
            Amelia was short as her thick black hair was long.  She was skinny and lacked much in the curves department, but seemed proud of her body as she emptied her vial in several sips. Then her slanted eyes grew wide and her hands flew to her butt.  "It feel like something is trying to grow out of me."
            Amelia was right, as the first dick tentacle burst from her ass a moment later.  It grew out to around two feet before sliding up to sit with the base over Amelia's tailbone.  The petite woman let out another moan as a second dick tail disgorged itself and slid up into place.  Then a third and a fourth.  They finally stopped coming after seven, which left Amelia gently probing her now very sore and loose asshole.  A thick coat of orange and black fur grew in, leaving Amelia with seven fox tails bobbing merrily behind her.  She pulled one around and stroked it, amazed at the softness.
            "How do you like your new tails Amelia?" Hugh asked.
            "I look like Kitsune, which is pretty cool.  I love the legends about that trickster avatar and hur followers.  Maybe after the show I'll get the few pieces I'm missing to pull off the look."
            "If you want, we have contacts that can help in that regard.  But that discussion will have to happen after the show, as it's Lila's turn."
            The woman who stepped up next was older, in her mid forties.  Lila's body had started to sag in a few places and the brown hair set in curls sported a few grey hairs, but overall she looked pretty good for her age.  "I can't believe I'm about to do this." she said, staring at the vial in her hand.  "A woman of my age."
            "Transformations aren't just for the young, though it might seem that way.  They can be enjoyed at any age.  I read an article last week that transformations are becoming very popular in retirement homes, as people go through a second sexual renaissance.  You're far too young for that though."
            "Thank you, that made me feel a bit better." Lila said before drinking her vial.
            Frenula barely had time to retrieve it before Lila's hands flew to her stomach.  "Ugh, I haven't felt this full in forever, not since…"  Lila's words trailed off as she stomach swelled like a balloon.  Lila went from a bit of extra padding, to noticeably pregnant, to very pregnant, past about to pop, and stopped around birth imminent with triplets.
            "Ugh, I haven't felt this stuffed since I gave birth to my twin sons."  Lila said, holding her hands under her stomach.
            "Don't worry, you won't be that way for too long.  Frenula, would you care to assist?"  The cock-woman assistant came over, a large dildo bobbing in her telekinetic clutches.
            "Wait, what are you…" Lila started, but the end of her sentence evaporated into a moan as the cock-woman nuzzled into the fleshy sphere of Lila's belly.  Moans turned to pleasurable screams as the cock-woman stuck the dildo into Lila's dripping vagina and vibrated it around.  In less than thirty seconds Lila was almost incoherent, right of the edge.  Then she fell over.  A torrent of milky white cum poured from the hole between Lila's legs, forcing the cock-woman to step back to avoid getting drenched.  After another thirty second the flow tapered off, leaving Lila standing in a large puddle of her own fluids.  She looked down and said, ""Hey, my belly is smaller."
            Instead of looking inhumanly huge, Lila now only sported a healthy baby bump.  "Your womb has been converted into a giant testicle.  The longer you go without cumming the bigger you'll swell, until you release it all explosively.  This way you can experience all the joys of different stages of pregnancy."
            "Sonny, you're talking to a woman who's had five kids.  I know all the stages like the back of my hand.  Though…none of the births was as pleasurable as what I went through.  I'll have to test this out later.  Just how fast does the cum replenish?"
            "That depends, how often are you horny?"
            Lila's face broke out in a huge grin.  "Oh boy, my poor husband Lenny is going to have to get used to my constantly swollen body."
            "I'm sure he can manage.  If not, I can suggest some tips.  But before we get to that, we have one last option on the table.  Chad, you're up."
            The last audience volunteer was a college age man, with close cropped dark hair and a goatee.  He studied the vial in his hands with piercing green eyes before opening it and drinking down the liquid within.  By this point the crowd expected a rapid transformation onset and for something on the participant’s lower body to change.  Chad didn't disappoint on either count, his hands flying to his dick within moments of drinking the potion.
            Chad tried to contain it in his hand, but his swelling dick grew to the point he could no longer control it.  As it grew bigger the dick started to change shape.  Some parts grew inward while others expanded outward.  The glans on the end distorted, becoming less spherical.  By the time the transformation finished, Chad appeared to have a three foot tall woman's body growing from his crotch instead of a dick.  If it wasn’t for the fact she was sticking on in defiance of gravity, it almost looked like the woman was standing on him.  She was solid and large breasted, with close cropped reddish brown hair.  Her legs appeared to be separate, but on close inspection were revealed to be stuck together.  Similarly, her arms were wrapped around her torso just under her breasts.
            Chad ran a hesitant hand down the woman's back and shuddered at the sensation.  "Holy shit.  My girlfriend's growing out of my body, but she feels like my dick.  My dick is now a copy of my girlfriend?"
            "Is that going to be a problem?"
            "Probably not, considering the amount of time she spends before a mirror.  That and she's bi, so I don’t have to worry about that part.  Still, this is going to be one hell of an awkward conversation."
            "If she likes it, we can modify a part of her body to look like you.  That way you two will always have a reminder of the other.  But I have a show to run, so I should stop getting distracted."
            At Frenula's direction, all four audience volunteers returned to center stage.  "There you have it folks, your choices for day three." Hugh called to the crowd.  "Each is a lower torso modification that will certainly add an interesting wrinkle to our contestant lovebird's love lives.  Would they look better with a dick teated udder like Wayne?  A set of new tails like Amelia?  Is gaining a giant, cum fill bulge what one of them needs?  Or would making some of their genitals look human make them the happiest?  The choice is yours.  But first, we still have the modifier.  Amelia and Chad, you two were randomly selected to demonstrate today’s modification."
            Frenula came by and gave each of the selected volunteers a vial.  "Now this transformation only has minor physical changes, so you both can drink it at the same time."
            "Cheers." Amelia said as she help up her glass to Chad.  He clinked glasses with her and they both drank down the potion within.
            The other transformations had a very short onset, so the crowd eagerly waited for something to happen.  After about thirty seconds of nothing, they started to get anxious.  Then all of a sudden Chad's womanly dick twisted around and up to kiss him right on the lips before dropped down to rub her breasts into his chest.
            Meanwhile Amelia's tails sprung to life.  Several of the longer ones went after her breasts, caressing them in soft fur.  A few of the others went after her pussy, while the last two wrapped around Amelia's wrists to stop her interfering.  "Oh demons…" Amelia cried in a breathy voice.  "I think..I'm going to cum…"  She staggered and it was only Frenula's reflexes that prevented her from falling to the floor.  Chad missed all of this, lost to the world in a make out session with his dick.
            "It seems that both Amelia and Chad are enjoying our "ghost in the limb" potion.  It animates part of the body with its own semi-consciousness.  The host has no control over the limb mentally, but they are smart enough to understand simple commands.  They’re programmed to be loyal but playful, so they might spin the interpretation on what you ask them to do.  Remember that, and you’ll have fun giving a whole new meaning to playing with oneself."
            Hugh let the audience watch Amelia and Chad interact with their newly animate limbs for a minute longer before saying, "I think that was a good enough demonstration of the potion can do.  You'll now have fifteen minutes to vote for the change you want to see one of these young beauties undergo.  Which one will make them the sexiest?  Which will make them the most fun to play with.  The choice is yours.  Just remember, only one can get the modifier this week, so choose wisely."
            Hugh paused, listening to something in his earbud, then started up again.  "While you make your choice, it's time to bring out today's sponsor.  Please welcome to the stage Larry Armstrong, head of Armstrong Farms."
            The man who walked out onstage was tall and muscular with a deeper tan than might be expected for the head of a company.  Larry was older, in his mid fifties, his steel grey hair cut short.  He was dressed in a weird mix of business and casual, his collared shirt tucked into jeans and boots.
            "Thank you Hugh for the warm welcome." Larry said as he stopped beside the show host on stage.  "For those of you who don't know, Armstrong Farms is one of the largest farming and ranching businesses in the Empire.  It was founded by my great-grandfather over a hundred years ago and has continued as a family business ever since.  We specialize in using transformees just like you to ensure our products are both completely natural and cruelty free.  Like it says on our slogan "100% natural foods from 100% unnatural creatures." Today we're looking for a few volunteers to add to our growing farm family."
            A few hands shot up in the audience and Hugh pointed to one, a tall, skinny girl in the second row.  She looked to be in her late twenties, with pale skin and long dark hair.  When she came down to the stage Larry said, "Hello dearie, what's your name?"
            "Courtney." the woman said shyly.
            "Well Courtney, have you ever wondered where milk comes from?"
            "A cow, I guess.  I've never been out to a farm to check.  I just get mine at the corner store like everyone else."
            Larry chuckled.  "Let me tell you, getting it right from the source is much more fun.  How would you like to get a bit more experience in the milk making process?"
            "That depends, what do you have in mind?"
            At a gesture, several assistant came out pushing a large hollow glass cube on wheels.  In the center of the cube was a fat cow, looking at the audience with some interest.  When the cow saw Larry, her tail started swinging happily.
            "This here is Betsy." Larry said as he waved to the cow.  "I recently purchased her from another ranch.  Before I can put her to work I need to transform her, which is where you come in Courtney."
            "You want me to throw a bucket of d-cum on her of something?"
            "No, nothing so physical.  All I need you to do is climb into the cube and sit on Betsy's back.  Then an assistant will merge you two together."
            "You want to merge me with the cow?"
            Larry nodded.  "We tried modifying a few cows by themselves, but found production increased significantly and the milk tasted sweeter when we threw a person into the mix.  How about it?  A life with constant care and no responsibilities.  You get to lounge around all day and get milked, occasionally taking a fuck break with another cow or one of the cute cow-boys I employ."
            Courtney hesitated for a moment, then said.  "Yes, I'll do it.  Quickly, before my rationality returns and I change my mind."  Courtney stripped out of her clothes and Larry helped her into the cube.  "Easy girl." Courtney said as she carefully climbed onto the animal's back.  She sat astride Betsy like a rider on a horse and asked, "What now?"
            "Now, now you enjoy your new life." Larry said as he pointed upward.  Courtney looked up just in time to get a bucketful of D-cum to the face.  She tried to scream as the cold liquid engulfed her, but the d-cum cut off Courtney's cries as it went to work.
            Courtney fell back, her head on Betsy's rump.  Her body seemed to melt into the cow, Courtney's legs sinking into the flanks while her arms were absorbed into the butt cheeks.  Betsy became distressed as well as her head shrunk back into her body, leaving only a massive vagina between her shoulders.
            Breasts of all sizes grew out of the combined creature's flanks.  Each breast had Courtney's original pale skin tone, with a dark oversized areola.  The nipples were huge, dick teats the size of the former woman's fingers.  Courtney's original breasts were one part of her that didn't get absorbed.  Instead they inflated to the size of beach balls, with four fat dick teats like an udder.  They sat on the transformed creature's back in defiance of the gravity that tried to drag them down.  A second oversized pair grew out in front of them, then another and another until the last pair rubbed against the giant vagina on the creature's front.  Rows of breasts ran down the outside of the creature's legs almost to the hoof, just as large as those on the flanks.  Between the cow creature's legs grew in two more udders, almost bursting with milk.
            The last part to change was Courtney's face, which sunk upside down into the cracks between Betsy's butt cheeks.  Her hair reformed into two dark tails, much lower than normally found on a cow.  Courtney's nose flattened away and her mouth crinkled into a star shaped asshole.
            After a few moments of nothing happening, Larry approached the cube.  "Courtney, how are you feeling?"
            "Heavy."  The word came for the merged creature's anus, what had once been Courtney's mouth.  "I've never been this bulky before."  The cow-woman tried to take a step, only to go backward.  "And my orientation is off.  Everything seems upside down and backward."
            "That will re-adjust in time." Larry assured her.
            "How about the incredible horniness I'm feeling?"
            "I'm afraid that never goes away.  We do have some cow-boys backstage that will help take your mind off it though."
            The assistants came back onstage and pushed Courtney off to her new life.  They returned with another cube, this one containing a fat, pot-bellied pig. "Now some of you out there might be wondering how I could possibly do cruelty free meats.  No matter how nice I am to the animal, in the end I have to slaughter it.  I admit this was a conundrum that kept me up at night as a kid.  I hated to spend years raising a hog only to send it off to slaughter.  It wasn't until my younger brother Howard proposed the idea we switch over to a transformee farm that I came up with the idea.  Is there another lovely lady out there that would like to help me demonstrate my idea?"
            The woman Hugh selected this time was portly, with shoulder length curly dark hair.  "I'm Mamie." she said, holding out a hand as she walked onstage.
            "Lovely to meet you Mamie.  You already saw what Courtney underwent and your process is very similar."
            "You plan on merging me into that pig?"
            "Yes, is that a problem?"
            "Oh no, in fact I'm looking forward to it.  I've been overweight my whole life and teased because of it.  Now I get to become something where my weight is valued."  Mamie stripped off her clothes and climbed into the cube.
            The change went much the same as Courtney's.  Mamie melted into the back of the pig, who was named Charlotte.  Mamie's head became Charlotte's new ass while the pig’s original head deformed into a huge vagina.  The combined creature also grew in a encasing coating of breasts, only these were all oversized.  A double fat row of soccer ball sized breasts hung from the creature's flanks, while the ones down its back were still the size of beach balls.  Instead of an areola and nipple, each breast sported a fat vagina instead.
            "How do you feel Mamie?" Larry asked as the transformation finished.
            "Fat and happy." the pig-woman replied.  "Now are you going to explain how I'm not going to get shipped off to the slaughter house?"
            "Each of the beasts on your body is a fully functional reproductive system.  When we breed you with a specially prepared cum mixture, you'll grow what we refer to as meatballs.  Depending on the mixture we can make you grow slightly different cuts of meat.  One month you might be growing loins, complete with bone, and the next thin strips of pre-sliced bacon.  Think of the meatballs as the carnivore’s equivalent of fruit.  You’re a tree and the different meatballs are different fruits you can grow.  They’re completely sustained off your body, but they’re never independently alive or conscious.  We'll take it slow for your first few cycles, but within six months you'll be growing over two dozen meatball at a time.  Best of all it takes little effort on your part.  All you have to do is eat, sleep, fuck, and be happy."
            "That sounds like a lot of fun."
            "It is.  Howard's wife was one of the first to undergo the process, which says something about how good that man's silver tongue is.  We tend to keep you on a heavy breeding schedule for the first ten years or so, then lighten your load so you can take on other interests.  Vicki loves the birthing sensation so much she still takes heavy loads almost twenty years later.  The pair had so much fun together that five years ago Howard finally decided to get transformed as well, first a gender change potion then merging with a cow to produce beef products.  A very strange couple, but still very much in love."
            "They aren't the only ones in your family to change themselves to better suit the family business, are they Larry?" Hugh asked.
            Larry chuckled.  "I reckon I'm about the only normal one left in the family, or will be so after today.  My wife turned herself into an anthro cowgirl shortly after we took over the farm from my father.  My eldest daughter followed in her mother's footsteps, only she merged with a bull.  He now provides most of the cum used for our beef breeders.  My middle daughter ran away from the farm and hopped an airship to the Realm.  She met a very nice young woman there and the two are now merged as a vagina-woman.  Tasha lives in the Realm with her wife's family now, but she and her body-mate come and visit on holidays.  As for my youngest daughter Leslie…I'll let her explain what is about to happen."
            Several assistant came out onstage, pushing a giant metal contraption.  Striding alongside them was a short young woman who was obviously Leslie.  She was wearing a button down shirt and a long flannel skirt, with boots sticking out the bottom.  Leslie's long hair was done up in a ponytail behind her head, the strands the color of straw.  Leslie walked up to her father and gave him a warm hug before turning to address the stage.
            "Hello everybody, I'm Leslie.  I've been helping out of the farm since I was old enough to walk.  I turned 18 last month, so Daddy's finally allowing me to join in the family tradition of changing myself to help the farm."
            "I tried to get her to put it off until after she settles down and has kids.  You're my last chance for an heir to take over the farm kiddo." Larry said, ruffling his daughter's hair.
            "Hey, don't give up hope on Tasony yet Daddy, with the amount of time they've been spending with Doyle it's only a matter of time."
            "Yes, but they've moved away to the city.  Any kids they have won't have the country air in their blood.  Oh well, I know there won't be any changing your mind.  You're as stubborn as your mother, who I wish could be here to see her little girl finally grow up."
            "Someone has to run the farm in your absence.  Remember when you let Howard do it?"
            Larry laughed.  "I came back from my honeymoon to find the crop hadn't been planted, the cows everywhere, and the chickens almost starved to death.  The man's a brilliant alchemist, he had to be to create the device we brought with us today, but I wouldn't trust him with a farm implement more complicated than a hand trowel."
            "Why don't you tell us a bit about your machine Leslie?" Hugh suggested, trying to move the show along.
            "It's my contribution to the continued growth of the farm.  I was talking with my uncle Howard about how inefficient our chickens are when the idea came to me.  Instead of using a d-cum mixture to induce the transformation, Howard built me this milchic press.  That way  process is easier to reproduce.  And as we plan to build several large coops, fast and easy changes are important.  If you'll allow me to demonstrate."
            Leslie stripped out of her shirt, skirt and boots, revealing she wasn't wearing anything else.  The young woman hugged her father one last time before stepping over to the machine.  The assistants opened the two metal halves, allowing them to slide back on tracks.  In the center was a raised pedestal with a very phallic tip.  Leslie stood over it, the tip of the metal just brushing the tip of her soaked pussy lips.
            "Bye Daddy, I hope you like the new me." Leslie said as the panels once again slid toward the center.  They kept going until they impacted with a solid thud.  Dials and readouts flickered on one side of the machine, the attendant studying it closely as the machine morphed the woman trapped in its clutches.  After a minute or so the sides of the machine split apart again, revealing a radically changed Leslie.
            Her lower legs looked like a chicken's, with two talons facing forward and a third poking out the rear.  The rest of Leslie's legs were thickly muscled as they rose into her hips.  Between them sagged her large vagina, the lip hanging out by over and inch and the clit the side of a thumb.  Above this was Leslie's pregnant looking belly, on which sagged two enormous breasts.  Each had four fat nipples just waiting to be sucked.  Instead of arms, Leslie had two short wings like a chicken.  Leslie's face was largely unchanged, with the exception of the beak that grew from the vagina that stretched from chin to eyebrows.  This completely replaced her mouth and nose.  Finally Leslie had a pair of floppy cow’s ears poking through the hair on the sides of her head.
            Leslie took a few steps forward so the crowd could get a better view.  "Leslie, what's wrong?" Larry asked when he noticed his daughter was crying.
            "Nothing's wrong Daddy."  Leslie replied as she waddled over and engulfed him in a winged hug.  The cow tail that hung between her butt cheeks wrapped around Larry's leg playfully.  "These are tears of joy.  I finally feel whole.  Even now I can sense the egg growing in my belly.  All too soon I'll get the chance to birth it out and I can't wait.  I want to go home and hook myself up to the milkers to feel how mind-blowing the sensation will be."  She flapped her little wings.  "Though I'll need someone to help me with that last one.  I guess I'm not going to be as self sufficient in the future.  If there's anyone who wants to join me, I'm looking for lots more sisters to fill out the coop.  I promise it will be the best experience you'll ever had."
            By the time Hugh called a halt, a dozen more women had gone through the milchic press.  They bounced around in a huddle, rubbing each other with their large breasts and using their beaks to play with each other's clits.
            "Alright everybody, we'll go to commercial.  But don't go away, because when we come back we'll have another transformation in store for our lovely contestants Natalie and Wendy."
            One of the milchics tackled Hugh from behind, knocking him over.  Several more came over and held him down playfully as the cameras cut out.

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There you have it, the third part of Seven Days to a New You.  No cameos in this one, though if there’s enough interest I might write a day in the life story about the Armstrong farm sometime in the future.  The voting links are below and don’t forget to use both.  The polls will close in 5 days, then I’ll get to work on the next exciting episode.

            Natalie and Wendy's transformation voting page:

http://legendsofbelial.no-ip.info/viewtopic.php?id=1830

            Modifier voting page:

http://legendsofbelial.no-ip.info/viewtopic.php?id=1831

Natalie stood next to Hugh in the center of the stage, with Wendy on the show host's other side.  Kneeling down at the edge of the stage was an assistant, counting down from ten on his fingers.  When the last finger fell Hugh said, "Welcome back everybody to the second half of today's show.  I hope the wait wasn’t too hard on you, but now is the time you've all been waiting for.  The votes have all been tallied and it was a very close decision for both our volunteers.  But now it's time for Natalie and Wendy to leave their original bodies and possibly even their gender's behind on their first step toward their new selves."
            Frenula came over to the trio, two vials bobbing her in telekinetic grip.  She handed the first to Wendy, then came around to give the other to Natalie.  The woman looked down at the little glass container in her hand, at the powerful white mixture shining faintly within.  Natalie was simultaneously hit with feeling of joy and fear, uncertainty and confidence, hope for the future and sadness of what she was leaving behind.  The Natalie looked over at Wendy, who was staring back with eager anticipation.
            Natalie's roommate walked over and surprised the woman with a long kiss on the lips.  Natalie returned it, justifying her actions with the knowledge it might be the last time she could kiss someone as a woman.
            "To a new us." Wendy said, raising her vial.
            Feeling more confident now, Natalie raised hers too.  "May our relationship grow ever stronger."
            Both women popped the tops off their vials and drank down the fluid within.  Natalie expected burning fire, or tingling, or something.  But all she felt was the warm liquid slide down her throat toward her stomach.  Her look of confusion was mirrored by Wendy, who clearly wasn't feeling any effects either.
            After thirty seconds of nothing happening both women turned to stare at Hugh, who was still smiling broadly.  "I may have forgot to mention, this transformation requires a catalyst."
            "What kind of catalyst?" Wendy asked dubiously.
            Hugh pointed to the side, where several assistants were pushing an oversized bed in their direction.  "Why sex of course, how else are we supposed to ensure you two end up compatible?  By transforming you during copulation, we ensure you each pick up traits of the other's ideal lover."
            "Sounds like fun." Wendy said, grabbing Natalie by the hand and pulling her toward the bed.  Wendy spun Natalie around and pushed her onto the bed so the other woman fell backward onto the soft surface.  "Now I know you've never considered sex with a woman before, so lay there and let me get us started.  Once we start to change, you can return the favor."
            Wendy pushed Natalie's legs aside and leaned in for good crotch access.  Wendy gave Natalie's naked kitten a long lick, eliciting an unconscious moan of longing.  When Wendy stuck her face in and started licking and sucking with wild abandon, Natalie's moans got even louder.  Natalie never knew she was a screamer, but then again the farthest she had even gotten with a boy was letting him fondle her breasts.  It had felt good, but what her much more experienced roommate was doing was on another level entirely.
            Natalie felt need surging through her crotch, but there was also something more.  Her burning arousal was tinged with a feeling of growing fullness and…tingling.  "Wendy, I think it's starting!" she cried.
            The other woman pulled her face from Natalie's crotch.  "I know, I can feel it too."
            "Then why did you stop?  Lick harder!"
            Wendy went back to work and moments later Natalie was back on the arousal train.  Thirty seconds later she crashed over the edge, but it wasn't like the ones she had before.  Natalie could feel the pressure inside her lessen as something tore its way out.  Natalie couldn't see what was happening with Wendy's head in the way, but by the look on the other woman's face she knew some had happened too.
            Before, Natalie had felt Wendy's tongue inside her.  Strangely, she now felt herself inside Wendy's mouth.  She wondered how this was possible until her roommate pulled away.  When she saw the cause, Natalie felt a bit faint.  Sticking out above her vagina, where he clit had once held reign, was a dick.  It was tiny, only about the size of her thumb, but it was unmistakable.  Seconds later another wave of fullness hit her and Natalie involuntarily pushed.  Her vagina spread wide as two fat testicles pushed their way out, the skin around them sealing her hole like it never existed.
            "Holy shit, I have a penis." Natalie said as she looked down at it, totally dumbstruck.  A part of her knew she shouldn't be surprised, there was about a 50% chance of this happening, but thinking about it and seeing it in person were two very different things.  "Does this make me a guy now?"
            Wendy brought her head down and gave the tip of Natalie's penis a naughty lick.  Then she brought her face up for a kiss, giving Natalie a taste of her new pre-cum.  "I don't know, but it certainly looks fun to play with.  You still have boobs, so you'll be female in my book."
            Wendy leaned down and wrapped her lips around one of Natalie's nipples.  When she started sucking, Natalie went back to moaning like a porn star.  Wendy's ministrations caught the attention of the transformation potion and Natalie's breast started to tingle.
            "No, please don't go!" Natalie cried.  She pushed Wendy away so she could have one last look at her shrinking bosoms.  Only…they weren't shrinking.  If anything, Natalie's already large breasts felt heavier.
            "I don't think you'll have to worry about that."  Wendy said with a huge grin.  "It looks like you're going to get the best of both worlds."
            When Natalie looked confused, Wendy pointed at one of her nipples.  The rough patch of skin had turned an unnatural shade of blueish purple.  Wendy then pointed at a spot further down Natalie's chest.  It almost felt like she was touching Natalie's nipple, only the woman could see both of hers.  Natalie  pushed her breasts aside to study her lower torso, where she saw Wendy was pointing at a third blueish purple nipple, with a fourth beside it under her other breast.  At first Natalie didn't understand what was happening, then she remembered the changes Elana underwent.  "I'm becoming a shemale."
            "I think you technically already are one.  By the fact you're growing in a second pair of breasts, they gave you the hyper option too.  I hope you're ready to become both very busty and very well hung."
            Natalie wasn't sure how she felt about her new body type, but there was one thing she did know.  Natalie crawled over to the center of the bed and lay on her back.  Her new penis was still growing, already as large as a normal man's, and poking straight up into the air.  "Oh, I'm ready.  I'm ready to see what you'll become."
            That was all the invitation Wendy needed.  She climbed up onto the bed after her roommate, straddling her in a classic cowgirl position.  Both women wore eager grins as Wendy lined herself up and lowered her body over Natalie's hard cock.  Feeling full was a pleasurable sensation for Wendy, but their contact was blowing Natalie's mind.  The engulfing tightness on her new penis brought out unbelievable new sensations.  She moaned for Wendy to go faster and the other woman obliged.
            After Wendy slowed and leaned in for a kiss and fondle of Natalie's growing breasts, she said, "Ooh, this feels so good.  I hope I get to keep my vagina so we can keep doing this."
            "I don't think you'll have to worry about that." Natalie replied with a grin.
            Wendy looked down to see where Natalie was pointed, at the junction between their bodies.  She could see why she now felt so full.  Natalie's penis had continued to grow while they fucked, it was now somewhere in the realm of a decent size salami.  Wendy lifted herself all the way off to see it was about as long as well.  "Damn, I had that monster inside me?"
            "Yep, which likely means you're a hyper as well." Natalie ran a finger along Wendy's vagina for emphasis.  It was much larger than it was a minute ago, running up her stomach and down toward her ass.  "As for which kind, let's find out."
            Natalie rolled the pair over to Wendy was now underneath and started playing with her breasts.  She tried to mimic what Wendy did to her earlier and Natalie’s ministrations were well received, at least judging by Wendy's moans and squirming.  Wendy had never been busty, had been so flat she almost didn't need a bra.  But as Natalie went to work she discovered that wouldn't be the case for long.  Every lick brought new swelling, every gentle bite on Wendy's nipples caused them to grow a little bigger.
            Wendy's breasts were about Natalie's initial size when the moaning woman pulled her caresser up for another kiss.  After they broke apart Wendy said, "I know you probably would have been more comfortable if I became a guy, but I'm glad I get to stay female."
            Natalie chuckled.  "It might just be me thinking with my dick, but I like you more this way too."
            With that the pair went back to sucking and fucking with a stamina only transformative elixirs could provide.  While they screwed their bodies continued to change.  Parts shrunk and grew, hair fell away or grew incredibly long, skin changed into inhuman shades.  But Natalie and Wendy didn't notice, too lost in each other.
            They pair were reaching the half hour mark before Hugh finally broke them up.  "Ok ladies, I think the potions have run their courses.  I know you two are still unsated, but do you think you can take a break to let the audience see what you've become?"
            Natalie was in the middle of fucking Wendy doggy style and she slowed her thrusts to a stop as the words penetrated the wall of lust around her brain.  She looked down open mouthed, as if seeing the transformed body beneath her for the first time.  "Holy shit Wendy, you look so…so…"
            "Different?" Wendy offered as she rolled over and got off the bed.  "You too.  Hugh, you got a mirror around here so we can see our new selves?"
            As if summoned Frenula appeared, pushing a floor length mirror.  When Natalie saw her new body, her jaw dropped in shock.  She could recognize Wendy by turning to look at her, which meant the other woman…the other woman was her.
            Gone was short, fat Natalie.  In her place stood a tall woman who wouldn't have looked out of place at a punk concert.  She was the same height at Wendy now, and unless the other woman shrank that put both of them at a little over six feet.  Natalie's toned and light muscled body was encased in flawless alabaster skin.  There were a few hints of the old Natalie in her new face, but now it just screamed goddess.  Huge blue eyes, a small nose, a slightly pointed chin.  Natalie often dreamed about seeing such a fact looking back at her in the mirror.  A face that would be unforgettable.
            And this one would be, even without everything else.  Natalie's face was framed by blue and purple hair that hung all the way to her butt.  Despite all the frantic sexual activity, it hung perfectly without any sign of knots or stray hairs.  Natalie had colored lips and eye shadow just like she had seen on Elana, only hers was dark blue and smoky purple respectively.
            Natalie's eye slowly drifted down her body, seeing her chosen colors continue.  All four of her watermelon sized breasts were topped by a dark blue nipple.  Below that her new dick had grow in massively.  It hung down to her knees and was bigger around than Natalie's arm.  The glans was a swirl of blues and purples, while her new soccer ball sized testicles were the same color.  Natalie could only image all the jokes Wendy would be making about her blue balls.
            Natalie's legs were long and flawless, except for the small tattoo around her left ankle.  It looked like a ring of thorns.  When Natalie lifted her ankle to her face, a feat she previously would have been both incapable and afraid of trying, she saw it was a bit more genitalic in design.  The ring was actually a line of boobs, all squished together with the nipples pointing at all angles.  What she thought were thorns were actually tiny dicks.
            Using the mirror to scan her body, Natalie discovered she was the proud owner of two more tattoos.  She had a tramp stamp right above her butt that appeared to be an untransformed version of Wendy and herself going at it in the 69 position.  Then on her right shoulder was a tattoo of a bright red devil girl.  Take away the red skin, horns, tail, hooves, and dick tipped pitchfork, she looked almost identical to Natalie.
            Then there were Natalie's other unnatural additions.  Her ears were pierced multiple times, the left sporting four silver rings while the right had five alternating blue and purple gem studs.  At the bottom of each ear she had a pair of dangling dick and ball earrings, each suspended by a prince Albert piercing connected to a silver chain.
            Natalie saw she had a fat gemstone capped ring in her nose,  another through her lips, and four more through her dark blue nipples.  Natalie lifted one breast for a better view and saw the ring was seamless.  When she touched it, Natalie was surprised to find she had feeling in the ring itself.  It wasn't just metal in her body, it was a part of her.  She turned to discuss the exciting possibility of this with Wendy, only to find her partner was also lost in her reflection.
            The Wendy of before was tall and skinny.  This was still true on her arms and legs, in fact they looked even more impossibly thin and delicate.  Her torso however, had gained a significant amount of new mass.  In front, Wendy's new enlarged vagina ran all the way from what had been her belly button all the way under and back to right in front of her anus. Wendy's new butt cheeks stuck out far enough to stand a drink on and curled around to give her plenty of padding.  In contrast to this, her waist was tiny.  The stovepipe section was only a handful of inches across, yet almost six inches tall.  This part was almost completely obscured by the impossibly large breasts above.  Natalie thought her breasts were big, then she saw Wendy's almost spherical orbs.  They had to be the size of beach balls.  Each was topped by a silver-white areola over a foot in diameter, looking like fully moons.  Each also had a silver nipple around the size of Natalie's dick when it first burst from her body.
            Wendy's silver pattern was repeated much like Natalie's blue and purple one was.  The folds around her pussy were the same shade as her areolas.  Her lips and eye shadow was silver, the latter shading eyes that were slanted and slitted like a cats.  The whole effect gave Wendy an exotic, yet still incredibly sexy look.  Her hair had turned silver-white and was long enough it trailed on the floor behind Wendy, it contrasted nicely against the dark tan her skin had developed.  She too had pierced ears, only Wendy's contained a single dangling sphere the size of an egg.  They almost looked like moons, but when Natalie looked closer she could see the craters were actually tiny vaginas and anuses.
            Natalie almost jumped when Hugh slid in between them, putting an arm around each woman's shoulder.  This took some doing, as both were a bit taller than the show host.  "Well ladies, what do you think?"
            "I think…" Natalie started, barely able to tear my eyes away from Wendy, "I want to finish this up as soon as possible so I can go backstage and finish the ravishing I was giving my new lover."  From the look in Wendy's eyes, Natalie knew she was thinking the exact same thing.
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            Natalie awoke the next morning spooned around Wendy.  After the show ended, the pair had hurried off to the private housing supplied by the network.  It was little more than a glorified, camera plagued hotel room, but it had a bed and that was all that mattered.  That, and the fact it was located on the studio lot itself.  As part of their contract Natalie and Wendy wouldn't be wearing clothing for the next seven days and having it so close cut down on complications.
            "Morning, lover girl." Wendy called from in front of Natalie.
            "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
            "As ways to wake up go, having your lover's oversized erection poking into your perfect ass isn't a bad one.  A nice reminder of last night."
            "We could always make new memories of this morning." Natalie offered.
            "You minx, you're totally insatiable."
            "Hey, I have to deal with this crazy new male sex drive.  What's your excuse?"
            Wendy stuck out her tongue teasingly.  "The fact my perfect lover is lying next to me."
            I flicked a blue lock of my hair.  "You certainly have some strange tastes.  I never knew you were into punk girls."
            "And I never knew you were into alien girls.  I look like one of those moon people from that anime you made me watch."
            "Moonfall.  Yea, now that I think about it you do look a bit like the main character…at least if he was a girl."
            "Well this moon girl is hungry. Why don't  we order in breakfast?  I'm thinking pancakes."
            "You just want the excuse to pour syrup on me and eat the pancakes off my tits."
            "I didn't before but I definitely want to try it now."
            Natalie picked up her phone and put in the order.  After she hung up Natalie found Wendy on all fours on the bed, presenting her silvered asshole to Natalie.  "While we waited, I was thinking we could try pouring a different kind of batter?" the silver woman said wantonly.
            Natalie felt her dick rise at the suggestion and the cum in her massive balls start to churn.  She hoped it would take a while for breakfast to be delivered, as Natalie wouldn't be the only one getting sticky this morning.
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            Wendy and Natalie walked arm and arm back onto the stage to stand next to Hugh.  "For those of you who didn't watch the behind the scenes footage, these two have been getting along like a house on fire.  It's a good thing the studio invests in lots of lube or they might have generated enough friction to burn down the house in back.  But you don't want to hear this from me.  Let's hear what our contestants think of themselves."
            "I would have never thought to transform myself like this in a million years." Natalie said.  "Who knew having a dick half the size of my leg would feel so amazing.  I was never into the alt scene, but I've fallen in love with my crazy colored hair and other adornments." She flicked one of her dick earrings.
            "Seconded.  Between my pussy and breasts I feel like I'm half erogenous zone now.  I've been with a few lovers before, but no-one has satisfied me as much as Natalie did last night."  The pair leaned in and shared a long, wet kiss.
            "After a stellar first change, are you gals ready for a second one?" Hugh asked.
            "You bet." said Natalie
            "Totally." Wendy replied.
            "Then let's bring out the options for today's transformations.  Will Julian Polance, Ivette Bolduc, Carissa Honeycutt, and Sacha Benjamin please come down to the stage?"
            It took a few minutes for the audience volunteers to come down, strip, and line up across the stage.  Much like yesterday, Frenula came along and gave each a small vial of transformative potion.
            Hugh stood at one end of the line with the only male, Julian.  "Well Julian, normally I'm all about ladies first but as you're the only guy you're up."
            Julian was in his early thirties, muscular in the way of someone who did manual labor for a living.  By the big wrecker tattooed on his shoulder, Natalie guessed he worked in construction.  The big man drank down his vial and handed the empty glass back to Frenula while he waited for something to happen.
            After thirty seconds of nothing happening, Natalie thought Julian was turning around to see if anything was happening to his back side.  Then she saw the flesh around his waist was stretching strangely, and realized Julian's upper half was getting rotated 180 degrees on his lower.  The muscular man ended up with his ass facing forward and his dick flopping behind like a little tail.
            That wasn't the only change though.  Julian's feet melted together and reformed into a solid pair of hands.  As the transformation finished Julian's lower body reminded Julie of the anus-women of Bolschel she had seen in that Freya's Realm documentary series.
            Julian took a few awkward steps, trying to get used to his new lower form.  He got the hang of it pretty quickly and his hand feet appeared to be as dexterous as the pair above.
            "Let's give it up for Julian and his anus-woman style legs."  After a round of clapping Hugh continued, "And now it's Ivette's turn to show us her vial."
            Ivette looked to be around the same age as Julian, only much slighter.  Her main distinguishing feature was the white blond hair had hung almost as long as Natalie's.  The woman looked at her vial for a few second before popping the top and drinking down the contents.
            Seconds after Frenula took her vial, Ivette's hands flew to her stomach.  "I don't think that potion agreed with me."
            As Natalie watched the woman seemed to grow taller, while at the same time her stomach was bulging oddly.  Then Ivette let out a cry that was equal parts pain and pleasure as something burst from her stomach.  She woman fell over in a jumble of limbs as her transformation finished its work.
            When Ivette regained her feet, Natalie saw she had become a humantaur.  The legs that grew from Ivette's stomach now stood in the same spot as her originals, while her initial pair was several feet behind her at the end of Ivette's second, lower torso.
            A few four legged steps nearly caused the humantaur to fall over, but soon she was able to trot across the stage.  When she came back to Hugh Ivette asked, "I feel something funny hanging from my back legs but I can't see it."
            Frenula brought over a mirror and Ivette looked on in shock at the large penis that hung between her rear legs.  Hugh reached down and gave it a stroke, causing Ivette to moan pleasurably.  "A little thing I had the alchemists throw in.  Seeing as you now have two pairs of legs I decided it was only right you have two pairs of genitals as well and why have two of the same?"
            By the look on Ivette's face, she was now seeing the benefits of such an arrangement.  Hugh just grinned at her and continued,  "I can show you more things to do with that later, but now Carissa is up."
            Carissa was an older woman, somewhere in her late forties or early fifties.  She was rather plain looking with short curly hair and glasses, but she gave off a strong motherly vibe.  Before drinking she called to the cameras, "I love you Tod and Weston, hopefully you can still love me after this."
            After she drank the vial Hugh said, "Carissa, I'm not sure which potion you just drank, but seeing the two we've already done I'd suggest you sit down for the transformation."
            Hugh's suggestion was timely, for right after Carissa sat down the potion made its effects known.  Carissa had been holding one leg in the air and as the crowd watched the foot started to bend toward the floor.  Carissa wasn't moving the joint, it was if her leg had become a piece of bendy taffy.  The transforming woman actually was able to bend it around in a circle, demonstrating her bones had melted away entirely.
            Carissa didn't have too long to play though.  Starting at her crotch, Carissa's legs started to knit themselves together.  Within a minute she was left with a round pillar of flesh below the waist.  Within two, the pillar had doubled in length and widened to the circumference of her waist.  The very tip reformed into a glans, revealing Carissa's lower torso had been changed into a six foot long dick.
            Carissa was able to balance upright, but moving was another story.  After a few near falls two assistance came out from backstage and carried her over to the side.  "Hang in there Carissa," Hugh said as she was moved out of the way.  "I'm sure you'll be slithering happily in no time.  We still have one more transformation option to go, which means the lovely Sacha is up."
            Sacha strutted to the center of the stage and held her vial high to show it off to the crowd.  She had a lean and toned body from, if Natalie guessed right by the tattoo of a mermaid on her shoulder, swimming.  Sacha drank her vial and sat on the floor as Hugh suggested.
            Sacha's transformation proceeded much like Carissa's.  The bones in her legs disappeared and they grew together into a single column.  This time though, the column inflated like a clown blowing into a balloon.  The fleshy sack was nearly eight feet long and three across it popped.  Thin strips of flesh went everywhere, revealing the trapped mass within.  Instead of leg, Sacha now had eight long, thick penis tentacles growing out from the bottom of her hips.
            The stunned woman brought one up to her face, as if unable to believe the tentacles were a part of her.  When Sacha grabbed one she let out a squeak of pleasure, demonstrating they had all the sensation of their smaller cousins.  It took some work, but Sacha was able to lever herself back upright by balancing on all her tentacles, but she wasn't confident in her ability to walk with them.  Hugh comforted her and sent in his assistants, while joking she would now be a super swimmer.
            It took a minute and some assistance to bring all four audience volunteers back onto center stage.  "There you have it ladies and gentlemen, your four options for the night.  One this show we are dedicated on re-inventing our contestants and tonight we’re starting from the ground up.  anus-womaned, humantaur, phallic, or tentacular.  But before you pull out your voting devices there is one other choice you'll need to consider.  The modifier.  Frenula is coming out with two vial, so you won't see everyone change.  However, hopefully you'll see enough to sell you on the modifier.
            "Can I have a vial please?" Carissa asked.  Natalie had seen her practicing offstage while Sacha was transforming and the snake like woman still couldn't master her new form of locomotion.  She was probably hoping for something to help her move easier.
            "Oh, oh, me too." called four legged Ivette.
            Frenula gave a vial to each woman and stood off to the side.  "You asked first, so you can go first." Ivette offered to Carissa.
            "Thank you dear." Carissa replied before drinking her vial.  After a moment she continued,  "I think something's happening, I can feel a tingling on my tail."
            Something was definitely happening.  Little bumps were growing out the top of Carissa's tail, spaced roughly at foot intervals.  At first they looked like breasts, but as they grew larger they became unmistakably udders.  Each one inflated to the size of a beach ball, bumping up against each other from the small of Carissa's back to the tip of her tail.  Each had four teats, but they didn't stick out the top as expected.  Instead they poked out the sides, pointing off at right angles from each other.  Each one had a fat, vaguely sphincter looked hole at the end.  Carissa pulled her tail around and Natalie could see the piss slit on glans at the end had changed as well, looking like a larger version of the udder teats.
            The transformation finished as a black and white Holstein pattern of fur grew in over the parts of Carissa's lower torso not covered in udder.  As the woman studied her change in the Frenula provided mirror she said, "Drat, I was hoping to be more mobile after this.  Now it's going to be even harder to move."
            "I don't know about that Carissa.  Why don't you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself and look again."  Carissa did, which resulted in a loud farting sound coming from her udders.  When she looked at Hugh confused he said, "Just keep breathing, it will take a few tries to cycle."
            After another round of deep breathing Natalie noticed something, something she would have missed if she was further away like the audience.  Carissa's udders had inflated even more as their owner continued a cycle of deep breaths and it almost looked like she was floating off the ground.  Carissa couldn't be up more than an inch, which is why Natalie almost missed, but another cycle lifted her enough that even the audience could see.  They started cheering, which startled Carissa.  She looked down and for the first time noticed she was no longer tethered to the ground.
            "See Carissa, I told you all the negativity was keeping you down." Hugh joked.
            "This is certainly different, but I don't see how I'm any more mobile."
            "Try thinking about walking in a particular direction." Hugh suggested.
            Carissa must have done as he asked, as there was a loud farting sound and Carissa started drifting forward.  Another round of farts had her drifting backward and a third spun her around.  "This is much better." Carissa said, smiling for the first time since drinking her original vial.  "But I'm going to have to be careful on windy days."
            "I find the best solution is to have someone special to lean on.  I remember from your survey you're a single mother of two, but with this new change I bet there's someone out there looking for a partner as unique as you."
            Carissa nodded.  "Hopefully.  But enough attention on me, it's Ivette's turn to shine."  She drifted off to stand with the other two volunteers.
            "Thanks Carissa."  Ivette said.  "Here goes."
            Drinking the potion had an immediate effect .  The skin below Ivette's waist darkened into a brown, white, and black pattern that reminded Natalie of snakeskin.  This was further reinforced by each of Ivette's feet turning into the head of a snake.  Her rear penis split and reformed into two long cobras, hoods flaring as they bobbed.  Three more cobras grew in like tails just above Ivette's rear butt.  Finally, Ivette's front pussy morphed to look like a snake's open mouth, complete with fangs and long, forked tongue.
            "I bet that some alchemist is fuming backstage." Wendy whispered in Natalie's ear.  "Clearly those transformation were tailored for the other."
            "Maybe that was the point." Natalie whispered back.  "I think they look much cooler this way."
            They turned back to see Ivette thanking Hugh profusely for her new, wicked look.  When she was finished, Ivette went to stand with the other volunteers and Hugh once again took center stage.  "There you have it ladies, gentlemen, and various sentient orifices.  The modifier for this round gives a very animalistic feel to the transformations.  We'll now open the fifteen minutes voting window, so grab your devices and start voting.  To keep you occupied in the meantime, please welcome our sponsored guests for today.  They're a little different than normal, as we sponsor them instead of the other way around.  Please welcome Jacquelyn and Leiley from Regina!"
            As befitted the transformee support group, both women who walked onstage were heavily transformed. The first was a variant Freyan vagina-woman.  Instead of being two women connected horizontally, Leiley was stacked with one orb on top of the other.  Another difference was the pair of very large breasts hanging from the vagina-woman's torso.  Each was strangely spherical, colored a metallic red with a pattern of frolicking Freyan women.  The nipples were large and silver, each pierced with a thick ring of the same color.
            The women who walked onstage arm in arm with Leiley was also sporting a pair of large, spherical breasts.  Only she had four of them and their metallic blue was decorated by cartoon images of naked women having a snowball fight.  Instead of nipples, the upper pair had silver vaginas and the lower had silver anuses.  The vaginas had several small silver rings through them.
            That was far from Jacquelyn's only change.  On her back hung a pair of huge, bat-like wings.  From the waist down she was merged into what appeared to be a large, furry dick with four legs like a dog.  Finally, just above her long, happily wagging tail were twin, three foot long tentacles.  Each ended with a large, blue eye and they looked around independently.
            As the pair reached center stage to stand alongside Hugh, Jacquelyn said, "Thank you so much for the introduction Hugh."  She turned to look up at the crowd.  "Hello everyone, my name is Jacquelyn Ray.  Some of you might remember me for some of the stories I used to do for this network.  Here with me today is my wife Leiley, the love of my life and a very talented alchemist.  We've come here to advertise a new program Regina is putting forward to help place our patients into loving homes."
            "That's where I come in." Leiley took up the tale.  "A few Regina nurses in my hometown were trying to come up with a way to help integrate heavily transformed individually back into the community.  Many of them are so transformed they cannot care for themselves or even communicate.  As you can image such a person would be hard to care for, a task even the good hearted might be too cautious to consider.  So one of the nurses came up with the idea of merging patients into their new caretakers.  That way they could always be looked after with minimal extra effort."
            "I don't know about that.  Wingie, Diggie, Sarah, and my newest editions Icie and Ido certainly take lots of effort to look after.  Lots of masturbating, feeling happy, going on adventures and meeting new people.  You know, strenuous stuff like that."  Jacquelyn joked.
            "Hey, I'm not that much extra effort." came a voice from Jacquelyn's breasts.
            "Oh Sarah, you know you're the most insatiable of them all." Jacquelyn said as she fondled her breasts.  Sarah let out a contented purr which caused the audience to laugh.
            "Anyway," Leiley continued, trying to get her story back on track, "my wife has turned into such a perfect spokesperson for the process that the heads of Regina asked us to come here today.  Jacquelyn went with straight merges, but I decided to use the patient as the catalyst for the host’s transformation.  That way they won't just be host and patient, they'll merge into a new being that's a combination of both.  Now does that sound exciting to you?"
            By the cheers of the crowd, they couldn't wait to see what was about to happen.  Leiley held up a hand to where her ear would be if she still had a head and said, "It certainly sounds like you're excited.  For our first transformation, we'll need a young woman who's not afraid of getting a little scaly."
            There were several cries of "over here" and pick me" from the crowd.  Hugh selected one and the lucky lady stepped down onto the stage.  She was in her early twenties, with long black hair and tanned skin.  The woman bounded over to the transformed duo and excitedly shook their hands.  "Wow, it's so cool to be down here.  I'm Janna."
            "Well Janna, on behalf of Regina we'd like you to thank you for volunteering your body to help host one of our patients.  Would you like to meet your new body mate?"
            "Absolutely, I can't wait."
            Frenula came out, levitating a large cushion.  Sitting on it appeared to be a cross between a large dick and a snake.  The body was a two foot long tube, patterned in brown and green scales.  At the end of the tail was a rattle that looked vaguely phallic.  The head end had the hood of a cobra, but the face was entirely composed of a large, fleshy pink pussy.
            "This is Joelle." Leiley said as she picked the snake creature up and handed her to Janna.  "She used to be a zookeeper at one of the provincial zoos.  Unluckily for her a demon came to call for a little after hours fun and she ended up looking a lot like her charges.  Now she's hoping to find someone to help her get back into the world."
            Janna hung Joelle around her neck like a shawl.  "So what do I have to do to merge with her?  I assume it's not touch or the transformation would have already started.  Do I have to stick her in me?"
            Leiley chuckled.  "The exact opposite actually.  You're going inside her."  At Janna's look of confusion Leiley continued, "I've already infused Joelle with the transformative elixir.  It had made her incredibly stretchy.  Stretchy enough you'll be able to fit inside her vagina.  Once you're fully inside the transformation will activate and merge the two of you together."
            "Cool, let's get started."  Frenula brought over a chair for Janna to sit in.  The young woman held Joelle up to her foot as if unsure she would fit.
            "Don't worry.  Like I said, she's now very stretchy."  Janna shrugged and pushed her foot into Joelle's vagina face.  The little creature was so excited it was positively dripping, allowing Janna's foot to slide in easily.  When she was knee deep into Joelle, Janna put her other foot in as well.  She stuck them both in as far as possible before continuing to pull the snake creature up her body.  Once it reached her waist, two assistants came over to lift Janna by the arms while Leiley and Jacquelyn pulled Joelle higher.  As it reached her shoulders Janna tucked her arms inside, then the fleshy mound was over her head, trapping her entire body inside Joelle.
            The audience muttered appreciably as they waited for the merging to commence.  Joelle was so tightly wrapped around Janna that most of the aspects of her body could still be seen.  "How are you doing in there Janna?" Leiley asked the trapped woman.
            "It's a bit tight." Janna admitted.  "But I'm loving the all over embrace.  I just can't wait until…ooh, I think it's starting."
            Joelle's body writhed as the two women merged together.  At the bulges of Janna's hips two more rattles emerged and flowed down to the floor.  The transforming creature now balanced on three long, serpentine columns of flesh.  A similar transformation was happening at Janna's shoulders, where two more budges formed into vagina faced snakes much like the initial Joelle.  Janna's breasts pushed through their bindings to become a pair of cobras.  They spread their fanged maws wide to reveal the large eyeballs within.  Finally, the vagina over Janna's head shifted downward to become her face, while the hood took the place of Janna's hair.
            After giving the woman several seconds to compose herself, Jacquelyn asked, "How do you feel Janna?"
            "Amazing.  Part of me still feels like I'm in Joelle's embrace while another part of me is doing the wrapping.  My senses are so much sharper and Joelle's memories are starting to filter into my mind.  I'm thinking of changing my name to JJ, to represent the fact that both of us are in here."
            "A lovely sentiment JJ.  Is there anything you'd like to share with the audience?"
            "How about…if they want the most amazing sensation of their life, then volunteer for the next merging."
            "Thank you for that JJ.  I wish you a long and prosperous life."  The snake women walked offstage with an assistant on either side, ready to assist if she had problems with her new three legged gait.
            Another assistant came out, carrying a large pot with a ball of green leaves sticking out the top.  Jacquelyn took it and stroked the leaves gently.  "Come on out Boobsprout.  Come say hi to the crowd."
            The leaves unfurled to reveal the creature hiding inside. It was bright green, a single stalk rising from the soil to end in a fat breast.  Instead of a nipple, the breast had a large pair of vertical lips.  They were slightly open, allowing anyone close enough a glimpse of the glistening pink tissue within.  About the only humanoid aspect of the creature was the single pair of dark eyes located about halfway down the boob.
            "Boobsprout came to us after an accident at a magical plant nursery.  Apparently she got a little too close to one of the new pitcher plants and fell in.  When they fished her out all that was left was Boobsprout.  It's taken some time and therapy but now she's ready to rejoin society.  However, she isn't very mobile, which is where one of you comes in."
            "Pick me, please pick me!" a woman called from the crowd.
            Hugh spotted the woman and gestured for her to stand up.  "And why would you be a good host for our potted friend here?"
            I knew Betha…Boobsprout before she ended up transformed.  We were good friends that worked in the same nursery.  I felt bad about what happened to her, but I was working too much and not making enough to look after her.  But with what you're doing today, not only would I be able to look after her we would be closer than ever before."
            "What do you say ladies?" Hugh asked.  "Is that a good enough reason for you?"
            "Heartwarming." Leiley replied.  "Now get down here girl so we can reconnect you two."
            The woman, who turned out to be named Ashley, came down to the stage and stripped.  She was in her mid twenties, lightly muscled and well tanned from her time working in the sun.  Ashley's light brown hair was in a ponytail until she undid the tie, letting it fall to her shoulders.
            Boobsprout became more animated when she saw who would be merging with her.    Ashley came over and stroked the boob plant's body lightly, saying, "It's good to see you again."
            Boobsprout must have been thinking the same thing, as she twisted around to kiss at Ashley's fingers.  Ashley slipped one inside Boobsprout and the little plant creature wriggled in joy.
            "How is this going to work?" Ashley asked Leiley as she continued to play with Boobsprout.  "If Joelle and Janna were any indication, the transformation will require more than contact."
            "You are correct.  To initiate the merging we are going to have to plant Boobsprout into you."  As Leiley's words the little creature wriggled harder.  The earth at her base shifted as a short, fat root pulled itself free from the soil.  More wriggling produced a second root.  Ashley had to catch Boobsprout as the little creature tried to take a step and almost fell out of the pot.
            "As you can see, Boobsprout can be mobile.  But with her oversized head Boobsprout has a lot of balance issues."
            "That won't matter shortly." Ashley said, giving Boobsprout another rub.  "When you said plant her in me, what did you mean?"
            "Have you ever heard the phrase night soil?"
            Ashley looked down at Boobsprout's little roots.  "You want to plant her in my ass?"
            "Is that a problem?"
            "Nope, just wanted to be certain." Ashley handed Boobsprout back over to Jacquelyn, then turned around and bent over to give the transformed woman a good target.  Jacquelyn set Boobsprout's leafy base on Ashley's ass, allowing the little roots to slide into her crack.
            "I can feel her roots moving."  Ashley said, giving some running commentary.  "She's probing at my rosebud now.  Oof, that was a bit uncomfortable, but she's got one root inside me.  Ok, there's the other one.  It's not really painful anymore, it kind of…tickles.  All those tiny roots off her main ones as lightly brushing up against my insides."
            "I think she's in far enough.  Why don't you stand up and show the audience your new adornment?" Leiley suggested.
            Ashley stood back up, giving the breast resting on her butt cheeks a little shake.  "I can feel her back there."  Ashley said as she did a circuit of the front of the stage.  "But just as a weight."
            "It won't be too much longer until you're feeling something more." Leiley said, pointing at something on Ashley's hip.  Ashley looked down to see her hip was changing color, was taking on the same green tone as Boobsprout.  The color drifted downward until it reached the top of Ashley's legs, where it started turning brown.  That wasn't the only change though.  Ashley's legs bent and twisted, becoming a larger version of the roots now merged into her ass.  They even had short branches and fine hairs sticking off at all angles.
            Meanwhile the green spread around to the front of Ashley's crotch.  While her vagina only changed color, Ashley's clit grew out long and thin.  It stopped six inches from her body, ending with a little ball.  "Holy shit I've grown a dick." Ashley exclaimed.  "Or seeing as I'm now part plant, does that make it a stamen?"
            As the green spread up Ashley's body her breasts started to inflate.  The skin patterned into leaves, which then unfurled to reveal Ashley's breasts now sported vertical mouths like Boobsprout.
            When the transformation reached Ashley's neck another ring of leaves grew out, engulfing her head.  After a minute they retracted, revealing Ashley's face was now identical to Boobsprout’s.  Ashley took advantage of her much more flexible neck and twisted around to check on her body companion.  "Damn Boobsprout, you've grown huge."
            The little creature had expanded while Ashley's face was reforming.  The breast like body had grown to be almost four feet around, with the flowers at its base stretching from the back of Ashley's head to the base of her root-like feet.  The leaves curled inward, leaving Ashley with a large leafy ball sticking out of her backside.
            "She almost looks like the abdomen of a spider."  Leiley noted, examining Ashley to see if there were any other changes.  "How are you feeling?"
            "Strange." Ashley admitted.  "Though that was expected."  She held up a hand in front of her breast-like face.  The fingers had doubled in length and were waving lazily.  "I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with this new body.  I can't wait to see my co-worker's faces when I show up at work tomorrow."  A dreamy look drifted across Ashley's eyes.  "We're going to be working that landscaping job.  I can't wait to sink myself into the soil as I plant the area."
            "Sound like fun.  We'll have to do a follow-up to see how well you're adapting Ashley."
            The plant woman paused, cocking her head.  "Call me Boobsprout.  The name has grown on me, quite literally, and I think it fits with my new form."
            "I can do that.  We'll be seeing you soon Boobsprout."
            After the plant woman left the stage, Jacquelyn said, "Finally, we have a transformation based on an event that's very special to Leiley and me.  We met at the annual Festival of Lights in Wasen.  For those of you who haven't heard of the Festival, one of the big draws is the horde of women who turn themselves into Festival Lights.  Little more than giant breasts, they glow with excitement until they cum explosively at midnight.  One of the Festival traditions is to leave with one of the Lights, to give it a home for the year before returning it for the next Festival.  Sarah here was a friend who came with me to my first Festival and was so excited when she found out about the Festival Lights she just had to be one.  We met up after the fireworks and let's just say she's been with us ever since."
            "The next year Jacquelyn proposed to me at the Festival." Leiley continued the tale.  "I said yes of course, and we decided to pick up another Festival Light to add to our growing conjoined family.  I had helped hang Joan earlier in the day and seeing her right after the proposal seemed to be fate, so we brought her along."
            "I had just lost my husband the year previously." said a voice from Leiley's breasts.  "I decided to become a Festival Light for the chance to connect with other people.  I never expected it to be this way, but Leiley is an amazing host and I love my new extended family.  When I found out one of my good friends lost her husband after the festival, I asked Leiley if we could go talk with her.  After Nina saw how much happier I was after getting converted, she begged us to do the same for her.  Luckily Leiley had contacts with the local avatar, as Nina didn't want to wait a full year for the next festival.  After she was split, one half went into the charging room to prep for the next Festival.  The other  we brought with us today, in the hopes that some nice gentleman out there is looking to get it on with a very busty lady."
            While Leiley and Joan were talking, Jacquelyn disappeared backstage.  She returned a moment later pushing a cart.  On it sat a sphere of flesh the size of a beach ball, with a huge silver nipple and chain.  Nina was patterned in red and blue plaid, with scattered cumming cartoon cock-women plastered across her metallic skin.
            When Jacquelyn stopped the cart beside her wife, the sphere atop it said, "I want to thank you two so much for this opportunity.  I was depressed after Marcus died, now I'm so happy and excited for the future.  I really hope there's someone special out there for me."
            At her words a man stood up from the crowd and started walking toward the stage.  He was older, with grey shading his hair, but still looked nice and fit.  The man stopped in front of the cart and took a knee to be face to face with the breast-woman laying atop it.  "Hello Nina.  My name is Rick and I'm in the same situation you are.  I lost the love of my life two years ago and since then things have never been quite the same.  Maybe together we can turn our shared grief into happiness. That is, if you'd allow me to look after you."
            "I'd like that Rick.  I'll let you take me on one condition."
            "And what would that be?"
            The breast woman bounced, shifting herself slightly to reveal the pussy and asshole had had been hidden under her fleshy bulk.  "I found out after conversion that all Festival Lights are constantly horny.  So much so that sometimes I find myself drifting off into the arousal.  Therefore if you take me in you'll need to pleasure me at least daily, possibly more if I'm feeling extra horny.  Do you think you can do this for me?"
            Rick's face broke out into a huge grin.  "I would make you the center of my world.  Why don't I give you a little demonstration?"
            Rick leaned in close and started licking at Nina's pussy.  The Festival Light let out a moan of pleasure, all the encouragement Rick need to dive in.  All too soon Nina was glowing like a lamp, screaming out cries of joy.  "Oh yes.  Ooooh, yes.  Lick me deeper.  I'm going to…I'm going to cummmmm!"
            A spray of fluid shot from Nina's pussy, drenching Rick's face and dripping down his body.  As the man tried to pull away to clean his face, Rick discovered he couldn't.  It was like his nose was stuck to the spot between Nina's asshole and pussy.  "What's happening?" he asked, his words a bit muffled.
            "When Festival Lights cum, they can merge into people touching them.  The process is theoretically reversible at the next Festival, but according to the avatar that almost never happens.  Both Light and host don't want to break the bond."
            "I never want to leave Jacquelyn." Sarah confirmed.
            "Me either, I love Leiley.  She's brought me so much happiness."  Joan seconded.
            "I can stop the process if you don't want to be together."  Nina offered, a bit sadly.
            "Stop it, why?  I still want to be together, I just didn't realize this was the process."  As if to prove his commitment, Rick squashed his face into Nina.  By the muffled happy sounds she was making, Rick had gone back to playing with her pussy.
            Nina was enjoying Rick's ministrations so much she seemed to melt around him.  Then the melting became a lot more literal as Nina's outer layer flowed over Rick's face and down his body.  Nina's extra mass redistributed across Rick's body, molding them into an entirely new creature.
            When it was over, there was no sign of the old man.  In his place was a feminine figure, with a tiny waist, bountiful hips, and an impossibly large bust.  Large silver nipples poked out proudly, each with its own silver ring.  She was covered from head to six inch heels in the a red and blue pattern identical to Nina's, including the cumming cock-women.  Breaking the image of femininity was the large penis between the woman's legs.  The combined form lacked balls, but Natalie though the dick compared favorably to hers.  Instead of a slit at the end, the woman's penis ended with a fleshy vagina.
            The other strange change was the woman's face.  It was spherical, with a large, silver lipped pussy taking up the front.  On each side where a normal person's ears would be sat a large nipple, each with its own hanging ring.  As the woman turned Natalie could see the back of the sphere sported a large silver asshole.
            "Rick, Nina?  Are you two still with us?" Jacquelyn asked.
            "We're here." said the figure.  "We're just trying to sort out who had control of what.  We didn't meld minds, but we're so close we almost share thoughts.  This is truly a blessing and we both thank you."
            "I'm glad you like it.  I hope to see you both at the Festival next year." Leiley said.
            "We wouldn't miss it for the world."
            As Jacquelyn and Leiley escorted the combined Rick and Nina, Hugh once again took center stage.  "I hope you guys enjoyed that little demonstration.  Regina is truly a great organization helping out those with no-where else to turn.  If you'd like to donate, either cash or yourself, our guests will be hanging out after the show.  They even hinted they brought a few other friends, so if you're looking to get closer than before with someone else, you still might have a chance.  But now we're going to go to commercial.  When we return, we'll see how Natalie and Wendy will be getting around the rest of their new lives."
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Sorry it took so long, but I wanted to work a lot of detail into Wendy and Natalie's gender transformations.  I’m shooting for two of these stories a month, the gods of writing and inspiration willing.  As the voting was so close (and to ensure diversity), I'm changing the way the voting works.  Instead of two choices, you'll vote for the change you want to see most.  After the polling ends, I'll use the two that get the most votes.  I'll still do the modifiers, they'll be a second poll where you can pick which lady gets something extra.  This week they'll both be able to get it, but in future you'll have to make a choice.

            Natalie and Wendy's transformation voting page:

http://legendsofbelial.no-ip.info/viewt … 5283#p5283

            Modifier voting page:

http://legendsofbelial.no-ip.info/viewt … 5284#p5284

If you'd like to find out how Jacquelyn and Leiley met, you can check out their story in my Belial Holiday tale, Festival of Lights:       

http://legendsofbelial.no-ip.info/viewtopic.php?id=1824

I'm glad you guys liked the story so far.  Don't forget to vote, as the polls close tomorrow and it's been very close so far.

Well nice story and I am quite happy to see Nora again

Oh my... this is well written! i really hope the next part will be out soon!

Natalie Greene stood naked just behind the curtains on one side of the stage.  Inside she was a nervous wreck.  Today was a culmination of so many fantasies, Natalie knew she wouldn't leave the show the same woman who walked in.  Hell, it was very likely she wouldn't leave as a woman, or even want to leave at all.
    "Nervous?"  asked a voice from beside her, causing Natalie to jump.  It was Hugh Walker, the host of the show.  He was in his early forties, dressed in his trademark dark suit and red tie.  Natalie expected the host of a transformation show to be transformed himself, but Hugh showed me sign of changes.  That meant he was either the epitome of professionalism, or that suit was extremely well tailored.
    "A bit."  Natalie admitted.  She gestured down at her naked body.  "I mean, who wouldn't in my situation.  I'm about to go on national television in my birthday suit, then be transformed in all sorts of unthinkable ways."
    Hugh gave her a sly grin.  "But by the way you're practically leaking down your leg, I doubt you'd have it any other way."  Natalie blushed, but didn't deny his words.  The urge to stick a hand into her damp crotch was almost overwhelming, but there would be plenty of time for that later.
    Hugh checked his watch.  "We go live in just under a minute.  Take one last look before you kiss that body goodbye."  He gestured at the mirror hanging on the wall right next to where Natalie was about to walk onstage.  She figured it was placed there for exactly that purpose, one last look for the condemned.
    As Natalie studied her reflection, she was reminded she didn't look anything special.  She was short, barely over 5' 2".  Despite that, she was very solid.  Her love of cooking (and eating her cooking)  had packed on the pounds until Natalie slid over the border from pleasantly plump to overweight.  Natalie's added bulk gave her heavy breasts and wide hips despite her size, but it still wasn't enough to offset frizzy black hair or an acne scarred face.  The spirits had clearly run short of beauty ingredients the day they'd made Natalie.
    Then again, if she was pretty Natalie wasn't sure she'd have the stones to do what she was about to.  A full body transformation, leaving little evidence of the woman she used to be.  What was better (or worse), the transformation would be completely out of her hands.  It would be doled out one day at a time by the votes of the watching audience.  If she could hold out through the week Natalie would walk away with $100,000, enough money to set up her new transformed life.
    "This is it, be strong."  Hugh said as he patted Natalie on the shoulder before striding out onto the stage. 
    Natalie watched as he went through the standard opening remarks, welcoming the audience to the show.  "Ladies, gentlemen, giant piles of sentient genitals, it is my pleasure to introduce our contestant for this week, Natalie Greene."
    When her name was called, Natalie took a deep breath and walked on onto the stage.  She waved shyly and came to a stop beside Hugh.  "Natalie here is quite the brave woman, putting her fate in the perverted hands of everyone watching.  However, Natalie should take heart as she won't be going through the process alone.  I hope you all know what that means?"
    "Double Round!" the audience screamed excitedly.
    "That's right.  This week you'll have two lovely contestants to twist to your heart's content.  Let's bring out our second contestant of the week."
    When Natalie saw who it was, her jaw dropped.  "Wendy!?!"
    The woman striding toward Natalie was practically her opposite.  She was tall and beanpole skinny, leaving Wendy with practically nonexistent curves.  Her hair was long, straight, and light brown, gathered behind Wendy's head in a ponytail.  But the most important fact, at least in Natalie's mind, was that the woman who stopped beside her on the stage happened to be her roommate.  "How…why…"
    Hugh grinned hugely as he said, "Please welcome Ms. Wendy Rice to the stage.  Wendy contacted the show after she found out her roommate had been accepted as a contestant.  I can assure you she was incredibly persuasive in talking us into letting her change with Natalie here."
    "How did you find out?"  Natalie asked, a bit stunned at the naked roommate standing beside her.
    "I had to borrow your printer a few weeks ago and saw the e-mail from the studio.  It was right there on the screen, where I guess you'd been ogling it for days.  Or do you mean your transformed fetish?  I discovered that when I found a copy of Playing Demon in a cabinet in the bathroom.  No wonder you used to take so long in there."
    "But for a double round we'll be stuck together and constant horny for almost a week…oh."
    Wendy gave Natalie a predatory grin.  "You know I swing both ways.  I've had my eye on you since we moved in together, but I knew you were straight so I never pushed it.  But it we're both transformed…well we'll have the best of both worlds now, won't we?"
    "I guess we will."  Natalie replied, matching Wendy's grin with a nervous one of her own.  She had never been attracted to her roommate before.  But when Natalie tried picturing Wendy with dicks for arms or a giant pussy for a head, suddenly she found her roommate much more appealing.
    "If you two are ready, we can start with today's transformation options."  Wendy nodded excitedly, followed by Natalie a moment later.  "Good, then will Antonio Gonzalez, Sonya Hernandez, Elena Bates, and Percy Carson please come down."
    Natalie watched as four members of the audience excitedly stood up and hurried to the stage.  Seven Days to a New You was well known for using audience members for demonstrations and Natalie guessed most of those watching her in person were jealous it wasn't them on stage.
    While Wendy and Natalie stood off to one side, Hugh got the four audience members to strip and line up across the stage.  His assistant, Frenula, came by with a cart.  As the name suggested, Frenula was a Freyan cockwoman, six glorious feet of legs and penis.  There were rumors she and Hugh were an item offstage, but nothing definitive had ever been found.  The cockwoman used her telekinesis to levitate a vial from the cart into the hands of each selected audience member, then stood off to the side with Wendy and Natalie.
    At a word from Hugh, Antonio took a few steps forward.  He was a darkly tanned man in his late twenties, sporting short dark hair and an elaborate tattoo on his right arm and shoulder.  Antonio held up his vial to the crowd and Natalie could see it was filled with a faintly glowing, pearly white substance.  Demon cum, the greatest transformative element the world had ever seen.  While the stuff on the show was highly refined compared to what spurted naturally from the monsters of the wilds, it was still incredibly powerful.  Antonio was living proof of that as his form started to change within moments of him drinking the vial.
    While Antonio's dark hair started growing longer the rest of him shrunk, shaving off around seven inches from his barely over six foot frame.  Antonio's naked body showed off the muscles of someone who either physically labored living or spent way too much time in the gym.  But as Natalie watched they smoothed out and disappeared, leaving only the barest hints behind.  The exceptions were the pecs on his chest, which inflated out into full sized breasts.  Antonio reached for one, the contact twisting his face into a strange combination of lust and realization.
    Antonio swore and reached for his crotch.  His once proud member was nearly gone, barely a stump as Antonio's fingers fumbled for it.  His balls were already gone, sucked in without a trace.  As Antonio watched the rest of his dick slid in as well, leaving behind a hairless slit in its wake.  The rest of the changes worked to round out Antonio's new female form.  His hips grew a bit wider, his face narrowed, and his lips plumped.  When it was over Frenula came over and escorted the now female Antonio over to Natalie and Wendy, who were standing on either side of a full length mirror.
    Antonio swore again as she studied her new form, then said, "If I have to be a woman, at least I'm a smoking hot woman."
    "Of course.  We provide only the best for our contestants and audience volunteers.  I wonder if this was enough for everyone to guess this round's theme.  Sonya, why don't you try out your vial and see if we can give them another hint?"
    A woman stepped forward, also with dark skin and hair.  She looked to be in her early thirties and had a striking resemblance to the new Antonio, if a bit less pretty.  "If this potion makes me look as good as Antonio, I can't wait." she told Hugh, before drinking her vial.
    I quickly became apparent the vial wasn't going to turn her into a clone of Antonio, instead it was like watching Antonio's transformation in reverse.  Sonya's hair retracted into her scalp as the rest of her body expanded.  She stopped somewhere in the vicinity of 6' 2", her limbs resplendent with muscle.  "I can feel something building inside me!"  Sonya yelled, her hands playing with her shrink breasts.  Then she let out an orgasmic scream as something burst from her crotch.  Sonya reached down with shaking fingers to caress her…no his new cock.  A moment later two fat testicles slid down underneath it, completing Sonya's transformation into the male.
    Frenula escorted Sonya over to the mirror so she could examine herself.  "Damn I look nice." Sonya said as she struck a pose.  "Is it bad I want to fuck myself so hard right now?"
    Natalie thought the feeling was perfectly understandable, the man posing beside her was ruggedly handsome and solid in ALL the right ways.
    "That was the easy to guess transformation out of the way.  Now you'll see what we'll do to finish the category.  Elana, you're up."
    The woman who stepped forward next looked to be in her late forties.  Despite being a woman who obviously cared about her body, it was still showing some signs of age.  Her breasts had a bit of sag and there were well worn creases on her face.  Elana's skin was as dark as hot chocolate and her thick, curly black hair was done up in a professional bun.  She smiled at the crowd before drinking her own vial.
    The D-cum seemed to have much the same effect on Elana as Antonio.  Her body youthened, tightening and smoothing away all the effects of age.  Her breasts grew two cup sizes larger and her hips and waist traded a few inches.  Elana's hair burst from her bun and cascaded halfway down her back while below the rest of her hair retreated back inside her body.  This gave the watchers a perfect view of her pussy and the final change sweeping through Elana's body.  The dark skinned woman put her hands to her stomach and moaned as the pressure started to build.  Then Elana let out a scream of pleasure as something burst from her pussy, a dick nearly the size of Sonya's.  Twin fat testicles followed, leaving the new shemale to pant as she ran a hand along her new length.  Elana's other hand flew to her breasts and a moment later she shot ropy strings of cum into the air.
    Elana looked a little lightheaded from her first male discharge, so Frenula had to be extra vigilant as she escorted the new shemale over to the mirror to examine her body.  Satisfaction was all over Elana's face as she studied what the D-cum had done to her.  "All the other boys in the office used to swear I had quite the balls.  I can't wait to show them how right they were."
    As Frenula guided her over to stand with Antonio and Sonya, Hugh said, "And that just leaves one more volunteer.  You're up Percy."
    The last volunteer looked very nervous as he stepped forward, having figured out what his potion was about to do to him.  Percy reminded Natalie a lot of Wendy, tall and beanpole skinny.  If Percy was into his twenties she would have been extremely surprised.  He had a nerdy looked to him, accented by the glasses Percy was still wearing.  The man gave one last longing look as his body before drinking the potion he was holding.
    As Natalie expected, Percy's body started to swell outward with muscle.  Within a minute the geeky man was gone, replaced with the Caucasian version of Sonya.  When his body hair fell out, it revealed an already small appendage.  This made the transformation to pussy even faster and soon Percy was left with nothing but a slit between his legs.
    Frenula brought him over to the mirror and Percy looked at his new body with disappointment.  Apparently all the new muscles weren't worth as much as losing his male organ.  Frenula leaned in and spoke to Percy, low enough that only Natalie and Wendy could overhear.  "Cheer up Percy, there are lots of hot women out there swinging big sticks between their legs that would love a go at a pretty pussyboy like you.  By the way Elena is staring at your ass, I bet she'd love the chance to test out her new meat in your lovely cunt."
    Percy peeked over his shoulder to see that Frenula was correct.  This brought a smile to the pussyboy's face and he was more confident as Frenula lined up the four volunteers across the stage.
    "There you have it ladies, gentlemen, and those that reject such arbitrary labels."  Hugh called to the crowd.  "Your four options for the round.  Do you wish these two lovely ladies to remain the females they currently are?  Do you wish to flip their dynamic, making them both male?  How about one of each?  Or do we want to start on the strangeness already, leaving Wendy and Natalie somewhere in between.  But before you pick up your voting devices, we have one more wrinkle to add."
    Frenula came back with four additional vials, handing one to each volunteer.  "As this is a special week, that means modifications are back in play.  That's right, if you didn't think the first four options were extreme enough then this is the option for you.  Each week we'll have a different modifier that works a little differently than the other options.  If the modifier gets the highest amount of votes, then it will modify the transformation that gets the second highest amount of votes.  So you see, strategy isn't only for contestants anymore.  Do you vote for the modifier, or for the transformation you want modified?  Choices, choice.  But what isn't a choice is all four of our contestants will drink the modifier option this week, as it will effect each one a bit differently.  Bottom's up people, let's show the audience their last possible selection."
    As one, the four volunteers raised up their vials of white fluid and downed the contents.  Natalie watched in fascination as all four bodies warped, the transformative fluid going to work.  Antonio grew taller, almost back to her six foot height.  However all the growth was in her legs, leaving them looking impossibly long and thin.  Her pussy also elongated, running from belly button to asshole.  Antonio's hips widened a bit while her waist shrunk down to almost nothing.  This extra mass traveled upward, augmenting Antonio's breasts until the twin monstrosities were almost two foot diameter spheres.  Her areolas were the size of dinner plates and the nipples long and hard enough to be mistaken for phalluses.  Antonio's face shifted subtly, her lips plumping further while her skin darkened with permanent sultry makeup.  Her hair grew long and thick, running almost down to the floor.  The smoking hot woman was gone, replaced with a figure that just screamed sex with the proportions of a child's doll.  Natalie was amazed that Antonio's new body didn't snap in half under the weight of those impossibly large breasts.
    If Antonio had gotten skinny, then the opposite effect was happening to Sonya.  His already impressive musculature was growing obscene.  When it finally stopped, Sonya looked to be nearly seven feet tall and packing over four hundred pounds of muscle.  It was like the Empire's greatest bodybuilder had suddenly gone on a steroid binge.  His body seemed to shine as if oiled, and Sonya struck a pose to demonstrate just how many muscle groups there were in the human body.  But it was a different type of muscle that had the crowd's attention.  Standing fully erect from Sonya's crotch was a dick three feet long and about that fat around.  It looked even larger than Frenula's cock torso.  Below that his balls were so big it looked like Sonya had a pair of small children hiding in a sack at his crotch.  If not for his huge increase in height, they would have dragged on the floor.  Natalie shivered as she tried to image what if would be like to have sex with such a monstrous organ.  Any normal woman would be split in two, not to mention the damage all the cum would cause when Sonya finally erupted.
    When Elana changed, she seemed to be a cross between Antonio and Sonya.  She gained a few more inches of height and bulked out with a nice sleek sheet of muscle.  Her dick grew as well, even if it only ended up half the size of Sonya's.  Elana's balls hung to her knees, each the size of a soccer ball.  Her hips widened a bit and Elena lost another inch or two off her waist, but nowhere as much as Antonio.  When Elena's breasts started to inflate, she quickly discovered a second pair growing in underneath.  When they stopped growing, Elena was left with four watermelon sized breasts fighting for real estate on her torso.  The last changes were the smoky purple coloring permanently darkening Elena's lips and over her eyes while her long hair lengthened to fall to her plump rear.  Instead of looking at herself, Natalie noticed Elena's eyes were firmly on Percy's changing form.
    The young man had grown in another layer of muscle, sticking him firmly in the professional bodybuilder category without straying into the incredulous realm Sonya occupied.  His pecs swelled to the point they were obviously breasts, but they kept the small areola and nipple of a male.  Down below Percy's vagina grew in another layer of sensitive lips and his clit swelled out to looked like the head of his lost organ.  By the way he was gently touching his stomach, Natalie suspected there were unseen internal changes happening as well.  As if to prove it, Percy's stomach bulged like that of a pregnant woman.  But instead of growing out, the added mass drifted downward.  It stuck out at about a 45 degree angle from Percy and swelled out to a hemisphere almost two feet across.  Percy's slit split the hemisphere in two, leaving him with a vagina that stretched almost down to his knees.
    "There you have it folks." Hugh called.  "If a normal gender change doesn't suit your fancy, then you can choose to hyper it up.  Now if you want to pick up your signaling devices, the first day's voting period has begun.  You'll have fifteen minutes to make your choice, while we perform a transformation from one of our sponsors."
    A young woman walked out onto the stage, flanked by two strange doglike creatures.  The woman was dressed in a stereotypical alchemist's lab coat, with a pair of goggles on her forehead hiding the start of her short, dark brown hair.  She waved to the crowd and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Nora and I'm here representing the Union for Regulation of Alchemy Shops, Small.  In case some of you have difficulty spelling, our acronym is URASS, which our founder apparently worked very hard to achieve.  Like the name suggests URASS regulates and supports small, independent alchemy shops like mine.  They help us acquire exotic ingredients, deal with paperwork, and crack down on abusive shops.  But you didn't come here today to hear me talk about that.  You want to see transformations.  And that's where my two lovely assistants come in."
    Nora gestured to the two creatures at her feet.  Each one stood on four powerful, hairless legs like a dog.  They had no heads, instead a giant pair of ass cheeks sprouted from their shoulders.  One was obviously female, sporting two pairs of breasts the size of halved watermelons and a pussy over a foot long.  The male creature on the other side had breasts about the same size, though Natalie mused it might be more accurate to call them testicles to power to foot long cock sprouting between the creature's back legs.
    "Beauty and Beast here are my faithful companions.  They are both ass hounds, a new breed URASS is trying to get into the kennel registry.  However we need more than just a single pair, which is why I came looking for a few volunteers."
    "How intelligent are they?" someone called from the crowd.
    "I assure you both are just as smart as when they were fully human.  Beast helps me around the shop while Beauty has quite the following online as she reports on transformation related events.  You should see the look on peoples' faces when they realized the reporter who came to interview them isn't me, but the ass hound."  This got a laugh from the crowd.  "That is, when these two can stop screwing each other silly.  I'm glad I transformed Beauty with her ovaries in the OFF position, or I'd be up to my hips in headless puppies."
    As if to prove her point, long tongues extended from the ass hounds' from anus and intertwined.  Both ass hounds ground their cheeks into each other in their version of a long kiss.
    "I brought four vials with me today, two for male and two for female ass hounds.  Unlike Beauty and Beast, these potions are live.  We need to show the kennel the viability of the breed, so if things go as expected the bitches will have a bun in their ovens by the end of the week.  What do you say, is anyone interested in this transformation?"
    Hugh stepped in to do his hostly duties, which resulted in four people standing on the stage.  One was a couple, while the other two had fertility issues.  Nora let the two individuals go first, reducing their humanoid forms into the canine like bodies of ass hounds.  The two new hounds bounded over to play with Beauty and Beast while Nora handed the second set of potions over to the couple, Douglas and Beverly.  To Natalie's surprise, the pair swapped vials.
    "We thought it would be kinkier if I became the bitch in the relationship."  Douglas explained.
    "Don't worry honey." Beverly said as she kissed him on the lips one last time.  "I promise to keep you barefoot and pregnant for a long time to come."
    They drank their vials together and went back to kissing while the elixir worked its magic.  They only stopped after their heads retracted back into their bodies, but went right back at it with their new tongues.
    "With that, we'll go to commercial." Hugh said.  "But don't go away, because when we come back Wendy and Natalie will be undergoing their first transformations of the week.  Transformations wholly selected by you.  So stay horny and we'll be right back.

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So I hope you all enjoyed the first part of Seven Weeks to a New You.  To vote for you favorite transformation choice for Wendy and Natasha click the links below.  The poll will be active for 5 days, then I'll start working on the next part.  I'm not brave enough to promise weekly updates, but I'll try to keep the story going pretty soon after each voting period ends.

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