The show opened with the studio audience clapping as a man walked onstage.  Dressed in a grey suit and a flaming red tie, he gave the audience a cheery wave.  "Hello all.  My name is Allen Ray and I am so glad to have you all here for the inaugural episode of Wheel of Transformation.  A new twist on one of America's favorite games shows.  Joining me tonight are my lovely assistants, Abigail and Daniele.  Or as they prefer to be called, Abby and Danni."
    Two "women" also walked out on stage.  They looked like real life versions of a child's doll.  Massive curves wrapped in a tan and topped with blonde hair that cascaded down to their butts.  Faces that just begged to be ravished under a layer of  flamboyant permanent makeup. 
    Between the two of them they were wearing equivalent fabric to an average handkerchief.  This showed off their assets spectacularly and highlights the one big difference between them.  While the majority of Abby's fabric went to preserving the modesty of her womanhood, such a feat would be impossible for Danni.  For hanging from between her legs was a massive member, far longer and thicker that what could be found on a normal man.  Hanging down to her knees, it looked like a display piece of exotic meat from the corner butcher.  No normal woman could take it, but we live in a world with magic, so with that body you can bet it got plenty of action.
    The girls took a lap around the stage, drawing the audience's attention like a magnet.  They passed by the large display screen, looped around the large titular wheel, and finally came to rest alongside Ray.  Ray put his arms around both assistant's shoulders, coping a feel of giant melon in the process.  "Thanks ladies.  But there is one last thing we are missing tonight.  The one thing every game show needs.  That's right, contestants."
    He slapped the asses of both women and they scurried off behind the curtain, returning a moment later with a wire cage full of small white balls.  "Now you all signed to proper waivers to get in here, so let's see which lucky audience members get to join us onstage."
    Abby spun the cage around a few revolutions, then Danni reached in and pulled out three of the balls.  She passed them to Ray who read them off one by one.  "Alright, if your seat number is called, please come down.  Numbers 45, 126, and 78.  Let's give a big round of applause to our lucky contestants."
    Applause rung out.  Two women and a man stepped to the aisles and walked down toward the stage.  Abby waved them over while Danni disappeared offstage again, returning with a small cart.  Ray cleared his throat.  "Now we need all three of you to strip.  After all, we don't want your clothes interfering with what we're doing here tonight.  We'll return them afterword if you want, and assuming they still fit.  If not, well I'm sure the nice payday you earn tonight will lessen the burden of restocking your wardrobe."
    "Now let's see who we have participating with us today."  Ray made a flicking motion with his hand and three cards shot out of his suit jacket.  He studied them for just a second, then continued.  "Our first contestant is April, a school bus driver from Chicago."  The audience clapped as April was lead to her spot by Danni.  The woman was on the wrong side of forty and her body was starting to sag, but she didn't seem too embarrassed being naked on stage.
    "Our second contestant is Miranda, a small farm owner from Texas."  There was much louder clapping from the audience and even a wolf whistle as Miranda was led to her spot.  With her toned and fit young body, this was not too much of a surprise.  The Latina grinned the whole way, even stopping to give a bow halfway.  Clearly this was a woman who knew she looked good and wasn't afraid to show it off.
    "Our final contestant is Joel, a house flipper and real estate agent from Detroit."  The sole male contestant on stage looked nervous as he was escorted to his final position.  Joel was pretty average looking, his six foot frame slightly flabby.  His brown hair poofed around his head in a crash helmet style.
    Now that all three contestants were positioned next to their posts, it was time to start the game.  "We'll be starting off tonight with a toss-up.  The first contestant to correctly guess will receive a minor transformation and $1000."
    On the screen opposite the contestants, dozens of blank boxes appeared.  The clue "phrase" was displayed at the bottom.  One by one, letters appeared in each box.  After seven letters the post next to Joel lit up.  "The grass is greener." He said nervously.
    Ray beamed and nodded as the missing letters appeared on the screen.  Joel had guessed right.  "Congratulations Joel on correctly solving the first puzzle.  Now for your transformation."  Danni appeared, pushing a cart with a dozen glass vials nestled in silk.  "Now each one of these is designed for you to see the world though a different point of view.  You might change ethnicity, sexual orientation, height…or apparently change gender."
    Joel had been really nervous, for instead of waiting for Ray to finish he had grabbed a vial, popped the top and chugged it.  He dropped the vial (which was caught by Danni) as his hands flew to his stomach.  It looked like he was massaging the skin, but it quickly became apparent the skin itself was what was moving.  The movement grew outward from his stomach in waves, unheeded of his hands.  Some parts of his body grew, others shrank.  But when the transformation was over Joel was recognizable, but only barely.  It was if he had swapped places with his sister.  The flab was still there, just distributed into thick thighs and doughy breasts.  Curly brown ringlets cascaded down to shoulder length.  And with the appearance of a brown furred pussy, it would be clear that Joel should be referred as her for the rest of the show.
    Joel held one of her now hairless arms in from of her face, studying it in shock.  Then she lifted a huge breast, as if amazed it could be attached to her body.  As one hand flitted down to the new hole between her legs, Ray cut in.  "Now Joel, if we give you proper time for that, we'll run over our timeslot.  Now try to pay attention, we have one more tossup before moving on to a puzzle.
    The screen lit up with boxes again, with the clue "What are you doing?"  Only four letters appeared this time before a post lit up.  This time it was April's.  "Running on the track." she said.  The crowd applauded her correct answer.
    "Very nice guess April, and here comes Abby with your prize."  Abby walked over holding a hanger of clothes.  As she showed them off to the crowd they were revealed to be a bright pink track suit.  "While April suits up, let me tell you about our sponsor for tonight who donated many of the transformation outfits we'll use throughout the show."
    The stage went dark as an advert started playing on the big screen.  It showed sad looking men and women putting on clothes and suddenly becoming more happy.  Some became furries, some multiplied body parts, some swapped genders, some actually became the clothing itself.  All through the power of magic.  Finally the advert ended with the logo and slogan of the company.  Elaine's Magical Clothier, come on in and change your life.
    As the lights came back up, Ray continued, "We would once again like to thank our sponsor, for without companies like yours this show could not get off the ground.  In fact the head of Elaine's Magical Clothier, Elaine herself, in here with us tonight.  Will you please stand up and take a bow."  A woman seated in one of the higher rows stood up and took a bow.  She was wearing an elaborate Victorian dress made of multicolored latex.  "For those of you who don't know, Elaine is actually the dress and the woman wearing her is her "mobility assistant" for the night.  She is truly one to take her idea of beauty to the highest level."  The audience gave her a respectful round of applause.
    "Now let's get back to the transformation at hand.  While we don't have a track handy, April is off on a few laps around the stage.  Now all of us could use a bit more exercise.  In April's case it seems to be doing her a world of good."  April continued to run around the track until Danni stopped her.  Escorting her to an open area of the stage, she helped the contestant out of her now sweat sodden sweatpants and warm-up jacket.  Underneath she was just as wet.  Abby swooped in with a set of fluffy towels and buffed her dry before stepping back to allow the audience to see just how good the run had been for April.
    Where before there had been sag, there was now only lean runners muscle.  Pale skin and a handful of sunspots had been replaced with an all over light tan.  Where there had once been a few grey hairs at the temples, now there was only golden blonde hair.  The middle aged bus driver now appeared to be a late twenties runner.
    Ray gave her a few moments to explore her younger physique before getting back to the game.  "Now that we have a pair of tossups out of the way, it's time to bring in the puzzles."  The big screen lit up with empty boxes with the clue beneath (thing).  "As April won the last tossup, she gets to spin first."
    April gave the wheel a spin, landed on $700, and guessed R.
    "There is indeed an R. Two in fact."  On the screen, the two instances of the letter flashed into being.
    April spun the two more times, adding T and S to the board as well as buying an A and E, before incorrectly guessing M.  The turn passed to Monica, who added a D,L, and O before incorrectly buying an I.
    Joel was still kinda out of it, but she gave the wheel a spin.  Luck was not with her however, as she hit the lose a turn tile.  So control of the wheel passed back to April, but instead of spinning she said, "I'd like to solve."  At a nod from Ray she continued, "Full body patent leather dress."
    The remaining letters flashed onto the screen and the audience went wild at her correct answer.  "Congratulations April, here comes Danni with your prize."
    The assistant stopped beside her, carrying a mid-length clothing bag.  She unzipped it to reveal a stunning black mini-dress of shiny black patent leather.  April excitedly took the dress from Danni and slipped it on.  It was a tight fit, even with her newly toned body.
    "Why don't you give our audience a closer look April?" Ray asked, gesturing her to walk toward the stands.  She did so, her walk almost becoming a strut in a dress that barely covered her breasts and ass as the same time. 
    She was about halfway along when there were a few startled gasps from the audience.  April looked down, confused, to see the dress losing definition around her.  It was almost if it was melting and running down her legs.  But that didn't explain the coldness April felt running up her neck.  She held an arm out in front of her face to try to see what was going on.  Her eyes went wide as the black material of the dress slowly dripped down her arm, transforming her skin as it went.  By the time she walked back to her starting location, the dress was gone.  In its place was a woman with a skin of midnight black broken only by her golden head hair.
    "I hope you like that folks, for transformations like that are a shining example of what's to come." There were a few groans in the audience at the bad pun.  "Looks like we have time for one more puzzle before the break, so here we go again.  April, you're first up to spin again."
    One the big screen, the new puzzle appeared with the clue "thing" again.  April made major progress, guessing and buying a half dozen letters before the wheel stopped on a bankruptcy tile.  April pouted as her money drained away.
    "Now April," Ray said. "don't look so glum.  On this show we have a consolation prize for this situation."  Abby appeared, holding a plate full of identical vials.  She held it out for April to choose one.  "These are a grab bag of minor transformations, you'll never quite know what you'll get."
    After pondering for a moment, April chose one and downed it.  Nothing happened for a second, then April's hands flew toward her breasts.  "Oh God, my breasts, it feel like they're on fire."
    Even blocked by her hands, it was clear her breasts were growing.  When they stopped, the former B-cupped woman was sporting breasts in the H range.  It looked like she had a small pair of beach balls growing out of her chest, quite out of place against the rest of her runner's physique.  April gave them an experimental squeeze.  Her eyes rolled up and she had to bite her lip to avoid a scream of pleasure.  For her new breasts were extremely sensitive as well.
    "While April is exploring her new assets, why don't you give the wheel a spin Monica.  She did, guessing two more letters before landing on a 1/2 trans tile.  She studied the puzzle for the moment, then guessed an G.  When the letter appeared on the screen the scooped the prize tile up with glee.  Two spins and guesses later and it was clear she knew the answer.  "I'd like to solve Ray." He nodded.  "Thigh-high snakeskin boots."
    The crowd applauded and the missing letters appeared, the herald of a right answer.  Abby and Danni appeared with the prize boots and a chair respectively.  The boots looked like ordinary knee-length cowboy boots with a snakeskin leather design.  Monica sat and with assistance from Danni slipped the boots on.  She stood and walked a few paces, getting used to the added height.  Then she let out a squeak and nearly fell over, barely saved by Abby.  "The tingling, it feels so good."
    Her boots were now showing their true forms.  The leather of the boots stretched up her legs, morphing into snake heads before stopping just before her crotch.  It looked like two giant snakes had swallowed her legs.  The snakeskin ran down to her heel, where a stiletto rattle spiked downward.  The tips of the boots also transformed into snake heads.  Each one spat out a tongue that tasted the air, showing they were more animate than those at her hips.
    Transformation finished, Ray drew the audiences' attention back to him.  "Right now we're going to give out contestants a bit of time to adjust to their new forms, but fear not.  We'll be right back after the break."
    The camera gave one more pan of the contestants before fading away to commercial.

I like them, too. The proof that tame transformation can be great, too

Like me, I'm sure many of you are missing our weekly Belial Idol hit.  So I decided to post the next part of my story a few days early.  This last segment was split in two due to length.  You'll get one now and the second later in the week.
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The camera swept back over the excited crowd before ending on the show's host.  "Welcome back everybody to the final segment of this episode of Wheel of Transformation.  We started the night with two women and a man.  We now have a busty leather anthro skunk, a four breasted woman who is letting out her inner reptile, and an analytic pain slut.  Who will go on to win the lion's share of the cash prize as they seek out their ultimate form?  Let's find out.  It's time for a tossup."
    Boxes flashed on the screen with the clue (same first letter).  It wasn't until ten letters were already on the board before Monica rang in. "Puckered pussy palooza."  Letters and applause followed her correct answer.
    "Congratulations Monica, here are Abby and Danni to demonstrate your prize."  The two assistants walked back onto the stage.  Abby was carrying a sealed bucket, while Danni had a tarp.  Both wore rubber gloves that ran all the way to the elbow.  "What we have here is a just about to hit the market product called pussifying cream.  It does what the name suggests, just rub some on a body part and it becomes a pussy.  Just a dab will create a pussy able to fit a finger or very small packaged male.  When a dollop is used, well we're about to see.  When my assistants found out we were going to use this stuff as a prize they begged me to let them test it out onstage.  I figured why not, it's educational and our sponsor will love the double advertising.  So without further ado I'll turn the stage over to my assistants."
    The women spread out the tarp, a square of plastic about four foot a side.  The show didn't want to deal with pussyfeet due to spilt drops.  Abby made a big show of removing her thong, revealing small, hairless genitals.  She turned away from the audience, took on a wide legged stance, leaned forward, and spread her ass cheeks with her rubber coated fingers.  Meanwhile Danni got the lid off the container and scooped out a dollop.  Taking carful aim, she smeared it right into Abby's tight asshole.  Abby gave an "ohh" as the cold material touched her skin.  Danni moved out of the way to give the audience a better look.  The white, creamy substance slowly absorbed into the skin of Abby's ass.  Her asshole twitched, then stretched longer.  Longer and longer it grew, until it stretched from the tip of her ass-crack to the back of her front pussy.
    Abby stood and walked a few steps to see what life was like with a cavernous rear opening.  She gave a slow spin to the audience, who could clearly see her rear pussy lips poking out between her butt cheeks. 
    Ray brought attention back to him by saying, "Now I'm sure my two lovely assistant will give that new hole a proper workout later, it's time for Monica to decide where she would like to sport a few more additions."
    Monica rubbed her chin in thought again with two tip tails of one of her hair snakes.  "Abby just made a good argument for turning my ass, but I had a few questions first."
    "Go ahead."
    "What happens to the material that would normally be underneath the pussy?  For example, how does Abby go to the bathroom now?  And how does she walk with that big a hole in her pelvis?"
    Ray's eyes flicked upward, listening to his ear bud.  "According to the sponsor who provided this product, critical organs will shift to another part of the body.  So if you put a large pussy on a flat-chested woman, it won't puncture a lung.  As for major skeletal changes, the magic warps it into a new workable form.  Abby won't be winning any gymnastics titles now, but frankly she wasn't going to before."
    "That sounds good.  One last question.  How good is the grip strength on the created pussies?"
    "The batch we have now should act like normal pussies but…" He paused, hand to the ear bud in his ear.  "Tony Dapper say he has something that can make them strong enough to pull train cars with.  He wants to know if that will work?"  The smile on Monica's face told him that was exactly what she was looking for.  "Ok, he said he'll be right out."
    A minute later Tony waddled back onstage, holding a dozen small bottles in one trash can lid sized hand.  "My dear, what are you planning to do with these strengthened genitalia?  I only ask because I need to know how much strengthening agent to add.  We don't want you permanently stuck to anything, do we?"
    "I've always wanted to try suspension bondage.  To float there, supported by only a few points.  I was thinking of adding points in my butt cheeks and shoulders that I could feed anchor dildos into."
    "You should put one in each heel too so legs not flop about."  Tony suggested.
    "Good idea."
    "I has one more suggestion, if you'll hear it."
    "After what you did to my hair, you can suggest anything you want and I'd probably go for it."
    "Turn the nipples on your breasts into grip pussies also.  Combined with a strengthened original pussy, they would allow you to be suspended upright for a change.  Or you can grip weights to add additional element of pleasure."
    "Oh, that sounds exciting."
    Ray cut in.  "Just so my assistants don't miss anything.  The points you want pussified are all your nipples, ass, both shoulders, heels, and your butt cheeks?"
    Monica blushed.  "Well there was one more but…" She looked at Tony.  "I wasn't sure I should ruin your perfect design."
    "Oh ho, you think you can improve on my work do you?  Just where were you planning to put this last pussy?"
    Monica turned away from him and spread out her hair-tails.  The plate that cover her head extended beyond the back of her skull.  The two rear hair-tails grew downard from the plate, covering the back of her skull as they fell toward the floor.  Only now as she held them up out of the way was the scaly back of her skull visible.  "I want to put one right in the back of my head."
    "How deep were you planning to make it?"
    "As far as I can go without poking out the front."
    "I guess I know why you asked your first questions.  If the matter wasn't moved clearly this would cause quite the problem.  What is your opinion Tony?"
    "So you really want to turn yourself into an empty headed bimbo ya?  Well I'm sure you'll find some interesting things to shove in that hole.  But as it hides beneath your hair and it is only exposed when you want, I have no problem with change."
    "Very well then.  Is there anywhere else Monica?"
    "I think that will be good Ray.  Any more holes and I'll end up looking like a human block of Swiss cheese."
    "Then ladies, let's get started."
    Tony handed three of his vials over to the assistants and supervised their mixing into the tub.  "I think you'll enjoy my additions. In addition to strength, I added a grip lock function.  Like light bulb.  It will take a conscious muscle movement to grip or release.  Now they won't open accidently if you decide to sleep while plugged in.  And it will stop your boy toy from sneaking off in the morning."
    "Tony that sounds amazing.  How can I ever make this up to you?"
    "Stop by my salon some time and let me tend to those lovely tresses of yours.  I love preening my own work."
    "It's a deal." Monica said, giving the heavyset man a peck on the cheek.
    "Break it up you two, it's time to pussify someone."
    Monica moved to the center of the tarp and the assistants got to work.  By the time they were done and took the tarp away, Monica was sporting eleven more holes than she started the day with and two enlarged ones.
    "Monica, before was get back to the show I have one final question.  How does it feel to have most of your head hollow?"
    "Amazing, but oddly empty.  I'm almost looking forward to the end of the show so I can go find something to stick in there."
    "With the way Danni was looking at you as the cream set in, I'd bet she'd love a crack at it."
    "I think Abby has already made the first claim on Danni after the show, but I won't rule out later."
    "I'm sure she's glad to hear it.  But back to the game.  This is the last free for all puzzle of the night.  That makes it a big one.  April, you have first spin."  The board reset and the puzzle began with the clue (before and after).
    April correctly guessed an S, but control of the wheel passed when she tried to buy a O and failed.  Monica spun up a storm, collecting the other 1/2 trans tag and one shaped like an evening dress.  But her rein was toppled by a Lose a Turn tile.
    So now it was Joel's turn.  The wheel had been pretty cruel to her tonight, her only transformations from tossups and Bankruptcies.  But now it seemed to be kinder.  She racked up a nice haul on several high value tiles before finally solving the puzzle.  "Armless latex maid in China."  The crowd applauded excitedly, wanting to see what the big transformation would be."
    "Good job Joel, glad to see the wheel hasn't given up on you completely.  But now you have a choice.  All before and after transformations come in two parts.  You can choose to do one or the other.  But if you do both we'll boost your score this round by 50%.  What do you say Joel?"
    "I meant what earlier Ray.  I want to be the most bizarre creature possible now.  I'll do both transformations."
    The crowd got excited at this.  Under the shower of their applause Abby walked onto the stage, bearing a tray with a large teapot and glass.  "Here comes the first part of your transformation now."  She brought it over to Danni, who poured out the tea and handed the cup down to Joel.  She took it and downed it in a single gulp.  The effect was immediate.  Joel's hair, once shoulder length and curly, straightened and turned black. Her hair retracted until it reached a bob cut.  Joel's face scrunched into an oval and her eyes took on folds.  Her entire body shrunk as nearly a foot of height escaped her form.  The fat seemed to fall away from her body, leaving a thin yet strong physique.  But the largest change came as her arms slowly receded into her body, leaving only smooth shoulders behind.  Joel had become a tiny armless Asian woman.
    "Hey Joel, now we're no arm buddies." Monica said, waving a hair-tail her way."
    "Not fully, your hairdo lets you cheat."
    "Who says you won't get something similar."
    "Speaking of which," Ray cut in, "it's time for the second part of the transformation.  But to do that, we need an audience volunteer.  When you all signed the waiver to enter this place, we also gave you an interest survey with the goal of determining kinks and fetishes.  Using that, I believe we have selected the perfect volunteer."  He did the hand flick again and a card shot into his palm.  Reading it he said, "Will seat 19, Ms. Vicki Williams, please come forward?"
    A woman in the front row near one of the sides let out a squeak of surprise and stepped onto the stage.  She was mid five feet, with dirty blonde hair in a style similar to what Joel now sported.
    "So Ms. Williams, are you ready to be transformed?"
    "Maybe?" Her face was flushed with nervousness.
    "You scored quite highly in the areas of inanimate transformation, maid, and latex fetishes.  So we thought this would be perfect for you."  Ray let Vicki take a peek at what was on the back of the card.
    "You mean…I would be.."  Wonder was painted all over Vivki's face.  Ray nodded.  "I would be like that forever?" Ray nodded again.  "I'll do it.  Please let me do it."  Tears of joy streamed down the woman's face.
    "I'm glad to hear that.  To facilitate the transformation please welcome back to the floor our sponsor Elaine."  The woman turned dress and her mobility assistant walked onto the stage.  "Wearing Elaine tonight is one of her protégées, Clair, who will be doing the actual transformation."
    Clair had Joel stand in the open part of the stage, then directed Vicki to kneel behind her and press her body close to the diminutive woman.  Clair had Vicki hug Joel at the breasts and pressed them head to head.  Clair took a step back, cracked her fingers, then laid both latex encased hands on Vicki's shoulders.  The air in the studio hummed with the static electricity feel of magic and took on the brief smell of ozone.
    Under Clair's touch, Vicki melted.  Vicki's fluid form wrapped around Joel, engulfing her completely.  She grew into a wide skirt that covered Joel's lower legs and tightened as she went upward.  Vicki' pale skin darkened to black and red, each flowing to different parts of the body.  Vivki even flowed over Joel's face leaving it a black ball with hair sticking out.
    When the transformation was finished, Joel and Vicki were unrecognizable.  Where once two woman had stood, there was now a solitary figure.  A figure covered in a pvc maid's dress so long the ends trailed along the floor.  The skirt poofed out nearly two feet in each direction from the maid's body.  Moving upward it merged into a wasp waist  small enough to wrap hands around.  Above this sat a pair of breasts that would give April a run for her money.  The pvc flowed upward into a narrow neck that supported a solid ball of black pvc that still retained Joel's haircut.  This was topped off by a small maid's cap.  Small bows were everywhere, along with two large ones at each shoulder and a massive one at the small of the back.
    "Joel, if you're in there please nod your head slowly." Clair asked.  The pvc maid did so. "Can you see me?"  The maid shook her head.  "Ok, I thought that might happen.  Right now you should be seeing nothing but darkness.  I want you to focus on seeing light."  The maid began to sway and nearly fell over.  "That must be too much input.  I want you to focus on only seeing light from your face."  The figure steadied.  "Good, the assistants are going to bring over a mirror so you can examine yourself."  Abby and Danni did so, bring over a full length, gold bordered mirror that looked stolen from some 18th century noblewoman's bedroom.
     "While you examine yourself, I'm going to explain what happened to you.  You're now wearing my masterpiece, the Ultimate Maid Dress.  I was going to have myself turned into it but Elaine wouldn't let me until I finish training my own protégée.  When she suggested we support this show, I knew it would be perfect.  I'll start first with your senses.  As you experienced earlier, it is possible to see out of all parts of your dress.  No stain or speck of dust can escape your sight.  But until you get used to it I would focus on only looking out of one part of your body at a time, either your face or whatever is closest to the surface to be cleaned.  Your hearing should be unchanged despite all the layers, but your sense of touch has been severely reduced.  You'll be able to tell you're gripping a glass, but couldn't tell the difference between slime and steel.  Your senses of smell and taste are also gone.  These loss of senses might seem like a great hindrance, but they are actually a boon as they let you clean anything anywhere without having to deal with horrible smells or gross feelings."
    "The lack of taste is due to the fact you don't have a traditional digestive system anymore.  Instead your system works by breaking down the materials you clean.  This could be dust, spilled food, or even cum.  The particles are absorbed into the suit and broken down for energy.  This absorption also works for breathing also.  So while showing is alright be careful how long you stay at the bottom of a swimming pool.  Not needing an inlet for food, air, and eyes allowed me great options for your face.  You can leave it as a black sphere if you like or change it to look more humanoid.  You can add just eyes, only a small insert mouth,  a huge pair of pussy lips, etc.  But it will still look like a mask, regardless.    Try it now by picturing the face you want in your mind."
    The maid's face slowly shifted more human, finally stopping at an anime look.  Wide face, big innocent eyes, huge lips, nearly no nose. "That looks good on you, but I'm sure it will change as you experiment.  One more thing on the face.  No matter how much you shift it any orifices will only be skin deep.  So your nose and mouth openings don't penetrate far.  Also, you can't talk.  That was a personal fetish of mine and I built it into the dress."
    "What else…what else.  Oh yea, the skirt.  Inside the skirt are sacs that contain stored nutrients.  You also have the ability to create and store cleaning chemicals, which can be sweat out through the dress where needed.  If you need a large quantity your nipples can spray like hoses.  Right now it comes loaded with a few standard cleaners and bleaches, but you can copy anything by simply pouring it on yourself.  Don't worry, it won't hurt the dress.  The dress itself is damn near indestructible.  With that pain slut modification you got earlier, I'm sure you be able to test the limit of your tactile sensation."
    "Finally, we come to the most important change.  A maid with no arms doesn't seem very useful right?  Well I found a way around that.  Can you feel the bows on your shoulders?  I want you to concentrate and try to wiggle the ribbons on the left one."  After ten seconds or so of no movement, the ribbons began to twitch.  "Good, with practice you'll achieve full prehensile control over all the ribbons on your body.  They can also stretch out significantly, giving you easy access to all those hard to clean nooks and crannies.  There are probably a few things I've left out, but I'm sure you'll enjoy discovering them on your own.  So, do you like the dress?"
    Joel shuffled over to Claire and pressed herself into the woman's body.  The shoulder ribbons grew out slightly and encircled her in a squeaky hug.  Clair returned it as the two became a giant bundle of shiny cloth and billowing skirts.  As they broke apart Clair said, "I'm glad you really enjoy it.  I look forward to becoming a similar outfit someday.  Then you'll have a maid sister."
    Arm and ribbon they walked offstage, leaving only Ray.

Here's the last half of the final segment.  I hope you like my conclusion.  Stay tuned next week for the followup series.  If you have any questions or comments, I would love to hear them.
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"I hope you all enjoyed the big transformation of the night.  We're nearly done, just two big items to attend to.  Despite winning a lot of money in that last round, April is still our overall winner tonight and will move on to the final transformation puzzle.  But we decided to deal with the prize tags our contestant Monica managed to collect first.  So let's bring her back out onto the stage."
    Monica walks out the great applause.  She plays it up the whole way, shaking her assets and waving her hair-tails.  "Tell me Monica, what did you think of Joel's final transformation?"
    "It looks amazing Ray.  It's a little too submissive and restrictive for me to want to do it full time, but I wouldn't mind trying a dress like that out."
    "Maybe Clair will eventually go the temporary change route when she finally takes the plunge, but that's a show for another day.  Right now we have to deal with the two 1/2 trans tags you won.  The collector of both tags is granted a unique form of transportation.  It also requires at least one member of the audience.  The idea boys in back have been working all show to come up with something that worked for each contestant and they had a marvelous time customizing their design to your changes.  So without further ado, will seat 65, Mr. Cole Jordan, please come down."
    A large black man makes his way carefully down to the stage.  Clean shaven, short buzzed hair, and muscles peeking out from every hole in his clothes.  "Mr. Cole, are you excited to be transformed tonight?"
    "If it lets me spend more time with this sexy lady, I'm up for almost anything." Cole said, giving Monica a leer.
    "With this change I'm sure you will be, just maybe not in the way you image.  Every sexy snake-cowgirl needs a stalwart mount to carry them about the farm.  After tonight, that will be you."
    Danni and Abby came onstage pushing a cart heavily laden with leather goods.  With their assistance Cole was quickly stripped naked.  They then started applying the leather goods.  Thigh high pony boots were pulled onto each leg.  A strangely feminine corset was buckled around his waist and pulled tight. A monoglove was slipped over his arms and secured to the back of the corset.  Leather straps and bit were wrapped around his head and connected to his corset.  The final piece was a three foot long tail of brilliant blue hair attached to a butt plug.  Cole struggled as he saw this, but was too well restrained to offer much resistance.
    "It looks like he's nearly there, but there's something missing.  Did you girls remember the special spray?  Both girls made the palm to forehead motion of "duh, how could I forget."  Each pulled two cans from the cart and stood on opposite sides of Cole.  They let rip and encased the man in a curtain of tan spray.
    When the mist faded away, the audience let out a collective gasp.  Before there had been a well endowed, muscular man dressed in ill fitting leather items.  What came out of the mist was hyper muscular anthropomorphic pony clad in perfectly fitting leather.  Dark skin had lightened to a reddish-brown.  A mane the same color as the tail burst forth from a lengthened face that had aspects of both human and pony.  The bit was gone, but the blinders and straps now seemed to be a permanent part of his body.  Long legs built to run all day ended in hooves and horseshoes.  His arms were gone, as ponies don't need arms.  An even bigger change was the pair of bowling ball sized breasts that now strained against the leather of the corset.  The tips were pierced and a stirrup hung from each.  Cole tried to look downward past them, to see if his pride and joy was still there.  He couldn't see, but it wasn't.  All there was left was a blue tinted patch of fuzz hiding the cleft in his (or rather now her) legs.  This caused Cole to panic and thrash.
    Abby and Danni struggled to grab the reins while Ray tried to calm the beast.  "Now Cole, this is what you wanted.  You scored incredibly high in the areas of hyper musculature, petplay, female domination, and your favorite place listed for doing it was outdoors.  Not to mention your interest in Childhood Ponies."  Cole just huffed and whinnied at him angrily.  "Though I guess you probably always dreamed of doing those things to someone else.  No matter, what's done is done.  Though fear not, not all of your masculinity is gone forever."
    Abby and Danni brought over a set of mirrors to let Cole see behind her.  Sticking out the top back of the corset was a strange looking saddle.   It was designed so that both rider and pony would both remain upright.  It would leave most of the rider exposed, covering only the stomach and crotch of the rider.  It wasn't too comfortable looking, the majority a spike sticking out the back of the corset for the rider to sit on.  But what looked really uncomfortable were the four large phalluses sticking out of the saddle.  One curled up from the base of the spike while the second rose from the tip.  The other two grew out of the back saddle facing toward the rider's stomach.  The location of the phalluses confused Cole, until she saw Monica walking over.  Then the dots connected.  It looked like she would be spending some time with her dick inside Monica after all. 
    Monica stopped before Cole and offered her a what appeared to be a simple sugar cube.  Cole sniffed it hesitantly, then snatched it from Monica's hand with her teeth.  "I think I'm going to name you Cinnamon."
    The sugar cube did its work, wiping out Cole's memories of before.  She was Cinnamon, a powerful ponygirl.  Cinnamon looked around nervously.  There were too many people in here and it was too enclosed.  Cinnamon wanted to be outside, to run or to work.  A touch on Cinnamon's snout brought Cinnamon's eyes forward.  Cinnamon spotted Cinnamon's Mistress Monica.  Cinnamon would do anything for Mistress Monica.  This must be why Cinnamon was here, Mistress Monica must have wished it.
    Monica made a lowering gesture that Cinnamon realized meant Cinnamon was about to be mounted.  The ponygirl fell to one knee with an excited whinny.  Cinnamon loved this part.  Cinnamon could sense movement behind Cinnamon, then wet warmth engulfed Cinnamon's dicks.  All four came under pressure and Cinnamon knew Mistress Monica was now firmly attached.  Then came a hard squeeze on the two lower dicks that Cinnamon knew was a command to stand.  Then a hard squeeze on Cinnamon's close lower dick and it was time to trot.
    "That sugar cube, combined with the sprays, just made Cole, or should I now say Cinnamon, utterly and completely loyal to Monica." Ray said as the pair made a slow lap around the stage.  "It also programmed in dozen of natural behaviors into Cinnamon.  From the way Cinnamon is responding, they seem to be coming along nicely.  Monica, come over here a moment." 
    Ponygirl and rider came to a stop beside the game show host.  Monica let out a faint "Good girl" and patted the ponygirl's muzzle  Cinnamon responded with a happy whinny.
    "Monica, you seem to really enjoy your prize."
    "She's perfect.  Thank you so much for this.  I can't wait to take her home and really let her run."
    "Woe is a man who stands between a ponygirl and the open range, but you still have one prize tag yet.
    "Now it originally was going to be $500 worth of clothes from the Clothier, but seeing you with Cinnamon gave some of the magical technicians an idea.  Instead of the new clothes, they came up with a way for you to never need clothes again.  A spray on layer that will provide protection from the elements and rapidly heal from any injury.  So, what do you think?"
    Monica rubbed one of Cinnamon's ears.  "What do you think girl.  Do you want your Mistress riding you around with or without clothes?"  The ponygirl gave two stamps of her hoof.  "No clothes then?"  Single stamp.  "I think I agree with my mount, the no clothes option seems much more fun.  I like the idea of being permanently on display.  Can we go even further?  Can we make it so I can't wear clothing?"
    Ray's eyes rolled up as he listened to his earbud.  "I think your idea just caused at least two of the techs to spontaneously orgasm.  They seem that excited about it." 
    Two men nearly ran onto the stage in their excitement.  Both were dressed like stereotypical mid century butlers.  The first, taller one said, "Ms. Monica, the boys and I believe this is a great thing you are doing."
    "We do have one last option though." Said the second, shorter man.  "With the spray we can make it matte so no one will know it's there.  Or we have a shiny version you can use to show off to everyone."
    "Hmm, which one would you suggest?" Monica asked, taking each by the chin with one hair-tail and pulling them close.
    "Shiny." They said in unison.
    "Hardly a second thought there.  That sound like fun.  Shiny it will be."
    Monica dismounted a disappointed looking Cinnamon, then stepped to the open section of the stage.  The tall and short magical technicians took up flanking positions and pulled out what appeared to be oversized cans of spray paint.  Giving each a good shake, they proceeded to coat every inch of her body in an even coat.  Getting all the snake tails in her hair was a challenge, but these men were professionals in the transformation business.
    When they were convinced the material had dried, they let Monica show off her new skin.  She twirled around the stage as the house lights reflected off her skin.  Satisfied with the attention, Monica flowed back over to the three men.  "This is lovely.  I feel so smooth."
    "That would be the complete hair loss." The shorter one mumbled.
    "So what did you come up with to ensure I can't wear clothes."
    In demonstration, the taller tech pulled a handkerchief pulled and set it on her shoulder.  "With something loose like this, it will eventually build up to an annoying itch.  But if you press harder, if I may?"  She nodded and he pressed down on the cloth.  Monica bucked and handkerchief slipped off.  "With full contact clothing it generates an unbearable itching.  The one exception is leather, so you will have no trouble riding your mount all day."
    "Speaking of riding things, am I finally done Ray?"
    "As much as I'd like to give you something else, I think you've hit your transformation peak."
    "In that case I will take my leave.  I want to show these two gentlemen…" She reached a hair-tail around each of the tech, "and their fellows a token of my appreciation for a job well done.  Come along Cinnamon."  And with that Monica left the stage nearly dragging the two technicians, with her ponygirl following obediently behind.
    "What a woman." Ray said as he watched her go.  "I can't wait to see what she makes of herself." Ray seemed lost in thought for a moment, ended by voices in his earbud.  "Well we're almost done for the night folks, but we have one last possible transformation before we go.  April, will you please join me back on stage?" 
    The skunk girl skipped out onto the stage. "You've secured quite the pile of cash and a few nice transformations tonight April.  Are you ready to try for a little more?"
    April fondled a huge breast in one hand and her tail with another.  "If the change is as good as those I've had so far, I can't wait.  What do you think?" she asked, gesturing to the crowd, "Do you want to see me get transformed one last time?"  The volume of excited noise back showed they were clear very excited.
    "To do that April, you still have one last puzzle to solve.  Come stand over by me and give it a whack."  The puzzle appeared on the big screen, with the clue (event).  "Now let's throw up the standard letters.  That will net you an R,S,T,L,N, and E."  The letters flashed up on the board.  "Now you have three more consonants and a vowel."
    April studied the letters already up.  "Can I get a M, G, and…a C."
    "And the vowel?"
    "A"
    "Alright, let's see what you got here.  Remember you have twenty seconds to solve."
    The counter ticked down as April mouthed silently.  But as it hit the two she burst out, "Copycat extravaganza." She let out a shriek of joy as the rest of the letters filled in, showing that she was right.
    "Congratulations April.  I was hoping you would solve this as it would end our first episode on a high note.  Are you ready to hear about your prize?"
    "Oh yes, I can't wait." she responded, clapping her hands together in glee.
    The boxes faded from the big screen to be replaced with a list of all the transformations performed over the course of the show.  "It seemed such a waste to perform all those wonderful transformations tonight only once, so we're giving you the option to bring them back.  You have your choice of three of the transformations from those that happened tonight.  The first will be applied at normal intensity, the second at double intensity, and for the last we're going up to three times as strong.  The one exception is you can't pick transformations that involve other audience members.  Legal will only let us transform so many people per show, something about needing at least some people to stay whole enough to become recurring watchers.  What do you say, are you ready to get freaky?"
    "Oh I am Ray, I am.  But I have one question first.  When I pick an option, do I have to pick the exact same option as the original transformee?"
    "In the spirit of the prize, we'd like to keep it as close as possible.  But minor modifications are fine.  The changes themselves will likely blend together anyway as we will be giving them to you in a condensed form."
    "The reason I asked is my first choice is the Pussy Palooza that Monica won.  As I still have arms, I was hoping to move the shoulder pussies to my palms.  And as I still have hair," she ran a paw though her luscious white blonde locks," I was hoping to move the back of the head pussy to inside my mouth."
    Ray put a finger to his ear, listening.  "The boys in back are fine with the first change, but wanted clarification on the second.  Do you want your entire snout changed into a vagina?"
    "No, just the inside.  I want to look perfectly normal," she giggled," or at least as perfectly normal as an anthro skunk can with my mouth closed.  But when I open it I don't want any teeth or tongue.  Just a love canal that stretches all the way to the back of my skull with the suction ability that would put a vacuum to shame."
    "The boys in back thing they can do that.  One is even saying his girlfriend in the crowd just texted and said she want something similar.  Apparently you won't be the only one to get a lot of use out of that particular presentation.  So what transformation do you want next?"
    "Definitely the pain slut option.  Part of me always wanted to try BDSM and with this new lease on life I'm looking forward to getting into all different areas of sex."
    "Sounds intriguing, and your final choice?"
    "More is better right?  I want Twice as Nice to the max."
    "Well that will certainly turn out to be an exciting combination.  While the boys in back are mixing up your choices, I have a question for you.  Where do you see yourself going from here?"
    "You mean after the weeklong sex bender I'm starting as soon as the show ends?"
    "That was fairly expected, so yes."
    "I don't know yet.  With this new body and money to boot, I can start over however I want.  All I know is that I can't go back to the same old boring life I lived before.  I'm ready for adventure, I'm ready for excitement…" a dreamy look crossed her face, "I'm ready for sex with all sorts of interesting people."
    "We'll I'm sure you'll get plenty of that.  And looks like the potion is done."
    Abby and Danni came back on stage, the latter holding a smoking goblet.  On the other side of the stage, the two stage hands were pushing in the glass enclosure.  Ignoring them, April ran up to Abby and Danni and grabbed the goblet out of Danni's hand.
    "April wait, you need to get in…" Ray started, but it was too late.  April had already downed the potion.  "Everybody back, back!"
    Abby and Danni dove away and the techs hid behind the glass enclosure.
    "Oh yes, that feels good, so good.  Oh ah yes, ah aaahhh."  Mist was spurting out of all April's orifices as she writhed in orgasmic bliss.  "Change me, change me, change me."  She ended up completely obscured by a cloud of her own spray as her voice took on an echo quality.
    As the cloud spread across the stage, people in the first few rows scrambled back over their seats and up the aisles.  "Get the emergency vents running now!" Ray was heard yelling to someone over his microphone, but his exact position was lost in the fog that now filled the stage.  There the sound of metal on metal followed by the sound of machinery and a disturbance in the airflow.  The noxious fog was drawn back toward the center of the stage.  It finally revealed one of the stage hands unconscious on the floor next to two disconnected hoses from the enclosure.  He had stayed to disconnect them and allow the room to be pumped clean.  While Abby and Danni ran to check on him, every other eye in the room was plastered on a kneeling figure.  As it unsteadily stood, the magnitude of the changes could be seen.
    The leather skinned skunkette now sported three rows of her ponderous breasts, the bottom row hanging halfway to her knees.  Each was topped by a pussy large enough to sink a fist into.  In addition to the pussies selected earlier, dozens of finger sized ones covered her body.  Wrist, elbow, ankle, and more.  With enough chain and dildos she could be bound up in an unimaginable number of ways.  But they were small enough they could close into unnoticeable bumps when not in use.  Where there was once one large tail growing from her backside, two more crowded it for space.  And speaking of crowded, her shoulders were worse, as three heads now fought for space.
    Coughing Ray asked her, "April, are you alright?"
    "I…feel…amazing!"  Each word came in a slightly different voice from a different head.  "I feel so sexy…so powerful…so dirty."
    "So is there only one of you in there, or are there now multiple Aprils?"
    "It feel like just me…more than just me…it's complicated."
    Ray flicked his sleeve and another card shot out.  "Let's see what you got that isn't obvious.  It seems all your pussies are there with a few unexpected additions.  You can still talk, which surprises the techs a bit."
    April raised her right arm to her right head and slid her hand into her mouth.  She finally stopped halfway to her elbow.  Pulling it back out with a "plop" she said,  "Mouth on the outside, all pussy on the inside.  Just what I wanted.  Can you whip me next, I want to test out my pain response next."
    Ray shrugged in a "what can you do" fashion and directed Abby to go get the whip.  When she flicked in into April's ass, the skunk woman gave a moan of pleasure.  Translucent fluid dripped from her larger pussies, reeking of sex.  "That felt amazing. Do it again."
    Unsure what else to do, Abby did.  "Oh..again.  Make me your stinky whipping post.  Whip me until I'm gagging on my own stink.  Then let me lick you to orgasm after orgasm while your twin ravages me with her member."  April stopped, as if what she was saying finally broke through to her.  "Wow, that was intense, where did that come from?"
    Ray scanned the card.  "Apparently the techs decided that they couldn't up the pain threshold any higher and that constant horniness wasn't sufficient for a doubling.  So they mixed in some Humiliation Slut also.  The hornier you get, the more you'll beg others to degrade you like a slut.  Your digestion system has been modified to only accept human byproducts such as piss, shit, saliva, and cum.  For waste you secrete a translucent lubricant that smells like your original spray.  You can apparently still spray on command, but no longer during orgasm.  Not that most people will notice, as apparently they also made you incontinent.  And that gets worse the hornier you get.  Wow, they really went all out on you."
    "And I love every bit of it." She gestured at the audience.  "Who wants to help me test out my new goodies.  Mama's hungry and can't wait to show a person or two," she giggled," or five a good time."
    Several people, male and female, started coming down to take April up on her offer.  Seeing it was useless to fight in inevitable, Ray decided to give his closing remarks.  "Well everyone, this has been an exciting end to the first episode of Wheel of Transformation.  For all you transformation fans out there, be sure to keep an eye out for our next episode as there is much more to come.  This is Allen Ray, signing off. 
    The camera made one last swirl around the stage, stopping a bit on the orgy that was taking place between April and four other audience members.  Then, the show ended, it cut to black.

Just finished reading this.  That was awesome!  I particularly liked Joel's last transformation with the volunteer, but there was so much fun here!

Also; I think this is the first 'show' story that didn't end with everyone in the audience being TFed.  I can't adequately express how glad I am to see that. 

Awesome story, all around!  This was a great read!