Will this, unlike Indigocarmine's stories feature more extreme transformations?

Yay!  Tentacles have feral bliss!

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

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.

"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

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

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

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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