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Transformation and Titillation Ch. 01

Beginning in the late 2020s, a strange rumor began to pop up on forum sites. Mysterious posts would appear and then disappear an hour later. They would advertise something called, 'Transformation and Titillation' claiming it was the best game show on the internet followed by a hyperlink and a warning that only those eighteen and older could view the content.

Strangely, anyone younger than eighteen was unable to access the linked site and everyone else merely saw a 'Please Stand By' screen with strange characters that seemed to countdown to something. While many dismissed this strange website as some kind of prank, some fell into the habit of routinely checking the odd site. For months the site remained the same, until one unassuming Saturday night the screen cut to live video.

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"Welcome one and all to the best game show on the internet, Transformation and Titillation!" a charismatic voice proclaimed over a wide shot of a generic 70s game show set as a cliche theme song played.

A figure wearing a featureless silver mask and a form-fitting tuxedo with shoulder-length brown hair appeared on screen. The mask and their thin build made it impossible to discern their gender, and their voice, though full of wit and energy, was also rather androgynous. The sheer confidence radiating from the figure gave them an unmistakable sexual edge, though.

"I'm your host Ali Almight and, as this is the inaugural episode of Transformation and Titillation! Let me take a minute to tell you all what's in store. Each episode we'll have a new contestant come on and compete in various challenges for cash money and other fabulous prizes. For each challenge they complete they get closer to their heart's desire, however, if they fail or perform poorly they will receive a penalty transformation.

There are three kinds of transformations - physical, mental, and hybrid - as well as three methods of selecting a transformation - personal choice, audience vote, and by the discretion of your's truly. There are a few other special rules and affordances, but we'll address those as they come up."

Though Ali's face was covered, they executed such a natural and enticing charisma that anyone viewing the show quickly became enticed.

"And now allow me to introduce the first ever contestant on Transformation and Titillation, Ethan McCormick," Ali declared as the camera changed to a fairly average looking man in his early twenties. He was on the thin side and his white athletic shirt hugged his torso comfortably. His black athletic shorts fell just below his knee and matched his black and red tennis shoes. Between his pale complexion, greasy black hair, and slightly crooked nose; he wasn't quite as attractive as he'd like to be.

"Um, hi," Ethan began somewhat uncomfortably. "I'm Ethan. I, ah, just finished my Comp. Sci. degree and am looking for a decent job right now. I like video games, comics, and, uh, Game of Thrones."

"Come on Ethan, no need to be nervous. You're the first ever contestant and expectations are as low as your savings account balance. Why don't you tell the folks at home why you're playing today?" Ali asked with a sing-song cadence.

Wincing at the hurtful joke Ethan answered, "I'm here today because I saw online that I could win enough money to pay off my student loans."

"And why are you hard-up for money to pay your loans back?" Ali inquired.

"I, uh, do I really have to say?" Ethan asked.

"If you want the game to start, yes you do," Ali returned.

With a frustrated sigh, Ethan said, "Ugh, fine. I got blackmailed by a woman I matched with on Tinder. I was drunk and sent her some dick pics and said what I wanted to do to her. She and other women I had done this to somehow got in touch and started working together. They found me on LinkedIn and threatened to send the messages and photos to all of my connections if I didn't send them all of my savings."

"Oof, though luck," Ali replied in a tone that didn't quite convey genuine compassion. "Let's see if you can turn it around in today's terrific challenges and win some prize money!" The camera cut back to Ali as they gestured toward a table of neatly stacked hundred dollar bills.

Ali continued, "You agreed to compete for eighty thousand dollars today, is that correct?"

"Yes, that should take care of my loans and other debt," Ethan agreed.

"Fantastic!" Ali professed. "For that prize you'll need to complete four challenges. If you fail any challenge the game will immediately end you'll be sent home. You will also receive penalty transformations based on how heavily you underperform in any of the challenges. Will you please show the audience your Transformation Tag?"

"O-okay," Ethan said as he raised the back of his left hand to the camera. On it were a series of strange characters arranged in a spiral pattern.

"Wonderful! Are you ready to start, then?"

"Uh, yeah. Let's, let's do this," Ethan answered, trying to muster up confidence.

"Great!" Ali returned, "This first challenge shouldn't be too hard, but I promise they'll get tougher."

Ali gestured off screen and the camera panned to reveal a basketball hoop, a rack of balls, and a patch of finished hardwood in the shape of a rectangle ending in a half-circle.

"You'll need to sink ten free-throws in a minute. If you make less than five baskets you lose and if you get less than ten you'll receive a penalty equal to the difference. Make sense?"

"Yeah, I played Basketball in high school, so I think this should be pretty easy," Ethan answered with a bit of genuine optimism.

With a laugh, Ali said, "I dig that pep! Step over to the court and the countdown will start with your first shot."

Ethan walked over to the mini-court and, after stretching briefly, began shooting. He was a bit more out of practice than he realized, and missed the first several shots. However, his shooting technique returned to him and he began making a few baskets at a time before a few consecutive misses. With twenty seconds left, he had five baskets and began making faster and sloppier attempts in an attempt to as many penalties as possible. His final shot went in the hoop just as the buzzer went off to give Ethan a total of eight successful baskets.

"Oh, that was a good effort Ethan, but you couldn't quite make it to ten. Looks like you have two penalty transformations in store. I'll go easy on you, though, and make these transformations entirely at your discretion."

"For the first penalty you can choose between Ta-Ta For Now, Swing Low Sweet Chariot, or Pay to Play," Ali said.

"Um, can you tell me what each of those transformations do?" Ethan questioned.

"Sorry Ethan, it wouldn't be nearly as fun if you knew exactly what you were in store for," Ali explained.

"Okay, um..." Ethan trailed off as he considered his choices. He had no clue what any of them had in store, but really didn't like the sound of Pay to Play. Thinking Ta-Ta For Now might be temporary, he figured that was his best option.

"I'll go with Ta-Ta For Now Ali," Ethan decided.

"Oh, good choice! Next up, will you go with Hustling Hair, Flavor Town, or Ba-Ba Bump?"

"I guess, Ba-Ba Bump? I have no idea what any of these could do," Ethan admitted.

"Haha, fair enough," Ali responded with a laugh, "Beginning transformations now."

Ethan quickly began to feel an odd sensation in his chest and butt. At first it felt like he was flexing those muscles, but that quickly turned into a feeling closer to stretching and inflation. As the process went on, it quickly changed from a strange to arousing sensation. As the process came to an end, a warm feeling remained that left Ethan panting and his vision hazy. As Ethan regained clarity, he looked into a mirror that seemed to materialize while he was distracted by the transformation.

"What the hell!" Ethan shouted in disbelief. "I have tits!"

"Don't forget about that beautiful butt!" Ali chided, jokingly.

Turning to get a profile, perspective Ethan saw that his chest and rear were unrecognizable to him. On his torso rested an impressive set of perky breasts that had to be at least D cups. His ass also expanded and firmed up into an impressive bubble butt that one could usually only gain after thousands of squats. Oddly, his clothing also seemed to change with the transformations. His shirt was quite a bit tighter than it was previously and road up to expose more of his midriff than it should have, even with the transformation. His shorts were now closer to yoga shorts and stretched tightly over his expanded ass. They also had the added effect of showing off his semi-hard cock as it pushed against the stretchy material.

"Am I, am I wearing a bra?" Nathan asked in surprise.

"You are!" Ali confirmed. "We can't have you showing off too much of the goods too quickly."

"Is this magic? How, how is this possible? I didn't think the changes would be so big or feel so real," Ethan questioned as he cupped and squeezed his newly formed breasts.

"Sorry Ethan, that's a trade secret I'm afraid. It's time to get onto the next challenge anyway."

"Wait," Ethan interrupted. "Is there any way to turn me back to normal or is this forever?"

"You're going to have to save your questions until the end of the show Ethan," Ali informed with a definitive tone. "Next up is an obstacle course." With a theatrical hand wave, the camera panned once more to reveal an inflatable obstacle course. It was mostly a mustard yellow in color, but few parts were red. Beginning with a tunnel entrance, the inflatable course transitioned into a pit filled with cushioned pillars rising from the ground, a pseudo-climbing wall, a slide, and a waist-high ball pit where a short series of steps would let someone leave the course. Almost randomly obstacles, balls, and patches of material on the sides and floor of the inflatable course were colored red.

"All you have to do is get through the course in forty-five seconds or less. However, for each red patch you touch you'll receive a penalty," explained Ali.

"Okay. Um, do I get turned back to normal before we start or..." Ethan trailed off.

"You're going as is buddy." Ali informed.

"Figures," Ethan said with a sigh.

He took a single step and immediately realized how difficult this challenge would be. His large breasts and well padded ass completely threw off his center of gravity. Moreover, each step caused his new assets to wiggle and bounce in a way completely alien to him. He realized by the time he reached the course that, while he could still easily reach the end within the time limit, avoiding the red spots was going to be a challenge.

"As soon as you're ready sugar tits," Ali jeered.

With an eye roll, Ethan began to stretch the muscles in his arms, legs, core, and back in an effort to loosen up and gain a better sense of his body's new proportions. Of course, when he bent over to touch his toes the camera zoomed in so that his plush butt filled the screen for several seconds. Then, when he leaned backwards the camera panned down from his nearly bursting tits to the outline of his slowly hardening member.

"Okay," Ethan exhaled before diving headfirst into the obstacle course. A groan quickly escaped his lips as he landed chest-first onto the inflatable floor and realized that his new chest is a lot more sensitive than his previous one.

Ignoring the dull pain, Ethan quickly scrambled to his feet and began weaving in between the inflated pillars. Pushing some away, but careful to avoid the red ones, Ethan easily cleared this section of the course. He quickly scaled the inflated climbing wall, but his hand touched an unseen red patch at the top as he attempted to pull himself up. That patch of fabric immediately changed to a brighter red as a loud buzz rang out. More concerning to Ethan, though, a wave of ecstasy passed through Ethan as soon as his hand touched the red patch.

His new nipples were hard in an instant, and his now rock hard dick stretched his tight shorts into a very noticeable tent. Ignoring his newfound arousal, Ethan started sliding down the inflatable slide on his hands and knees, unintentionally raising his plush behind high into the air in the process. Unfortunately, he didn't think to look ahead to where he'd land in the ball pit and a red ball hit him in the center of his forehead as he went headfirst into the waste deep pit.

His awkward landing also cost him time as he had to regain his footing while simultaneously suppressing his growing horniness. As he stood up he heard Ali announce,

"Ten seconds remaining, Ethan."

"Shit," Ethan muttered as he sprinted as quickly as he could to the finish, only barely paying attention to the red balls as he went.

With three seconds remaining and two additional waves of pleasure further turning him on, Ethan finished the challenge with three seconds to spare.

"Ooooh, little sloppy that time Ethan. Looks like you have four penalty transformations coming up," Ali said with mock disappointment.

"Ugh, whatever. Let's get this over with," Ethan said dismissively, trying and failing to cover his bulging cock.

"This time we'll have the transformations take effect one by one. You can pick the first two, but the audience at home gets to select the last two. First up you can choose between Prosperous Perspiration, Phara-MOANS, and Fetish Fest."

Ethan didn't care for any of these, even though he could reasonably guess what each would do. Fetish Fest was completely out of the question as he had no intention of gaining any kind of weird kink. Prosperous Perspiration sounded intense and he didn't want to stand out by sweating through his clothes all the time. Although, he realized he already stood out quite a bit with his ridiculous ass and tits. He settled on Phara-MOANS and briefly hoped that the change would affect women enough that they'd ignore his newly acquired assets.

"I'll go with Phara-MOANS," Ethan said.

"Oooooh, good choice," Ali stated followed by a snap of his fingers.

Ethan only felt a slight sensation wash over him for a moment, but saw no obvious changes to his body. As he inspected himself he only barely notice that his body smelled slightly different than it had before and that he had on odd taste in his mouth.

"This change is a bit more subtle than your last few," Ali explained. "Your sweat now releases an aroma that invigorates those around to smell it. The more you sweat the stronger the effect. Oh, your saliva is also basically distilled Viagra now; although it will work on both men and women. Of course, as the emitter of these pheromoans, while you will notice a difference in how you smell and how your spit tastes, but they will not affect you as they would others."

"Great. I can't wait to make a bunch of dudes horny," Ethan said sarcastically as he somewhat loudly moved his tongue around in his mouth.

"With that figure, you were already making a bunch of people horny," Ali chided before moving on. "Next up you get to choose from: Odd Slob, Brain Drain, or Shrinky Dink."

"Shrinky Dink," Ethan answered quickly, not liking the sound of the first two choices whatsoever.

"Fair enough," Ali responded before snapping.

In what felt like a force pushing against Ethan from every angle, he began to shrink. Ethan didn't find the feeling unpleasant necessarily, just a bit suffocating and concerning as he had no clue how small he'd become. After nearly a minute the process came to an end and he opened his eyes to find him staring into another mirror with a red line marking how tall he stood before the process began.

"Shrinky Dink rounds your height down to the nearest foot. You were previously 5'10 and now stand at 5 even. If you get that penalty transformation again, though, you'll shrink down to a diminutive 4 feet even. How ya feelin' Ethan?"

"So, you shortened my arms and clothes to match my new height but didn't shrink my ass or tits?" Ethan asked crossley, staring at his even larger seeming bust and rear.

"Haha, not a chance short stuff," Ali joked. "We're trying to grow an audience after all and I doubt people want to see such great features shrink away. But now let's find out what the audience does want to see!"

"For those watching at home three transformations options and their effects will appear on your screen shortly, please select the one you'd most like to see applied to Ethan. If one transformation has multiple possible effects, a drop-down menu will let you make further selectins. All inputs remain anonymous and your participation is greatly appreciated," Ali explained.

"Wait, so I don't have any say at all in these next two transformations?" Ethan asked, concerned.

"That's correct, you're at the mercy of the internet Ethan. Good luck!" Ali said in a singsong tone that seemed especially cruel in this situation.

Different shots of a concerned-looking Ethan's body played on screen under the three transformation options given to the audience. Many viewers were hesitant to directly participate in the young man's suffering while others quickly selected their preferred transformation.

"The votes are in and the people have selected..." Ali said, pausing for suspense.

"Fresh Cut!" Ali finished with a clap as Ethan's hair began to grow and lighten. Within seconds his formally short and greasy hair became a luscious mane of slightly tressed platinum blond hair. Falling to the middle of his back, Ethan stared into the mirror mouth agape as he suddenly had salon quality hair that'd cost most women hundreds of dollars.

"I mean...this isn't anything a haircut and dye job can't fix, right?" Ethan asked hopefully.

"Sorry Blondy," Ali answered. "I'm afraid any alterations to your hair's color or cut won't last long. You'll find it'll return back to this fabolous do the next morning. Although, I don't think you'll have any trouble if you want to put it in a fun braid or some cute twintails."

"Ugh, no," Ethan returned with absolute disgust.

"Well, we'll see if you come around to the idea," Ali said with a wink in his voice. "Next up for our audience to choose, we have Beach Bod, Hot Dom!, and Hustling Hair. Let's see which one our fine audience at home, oh! Looks like we've hit 51 percent on a transformation already. Credit where it's due, you folks know what you like. And that is Beach Bod!

With a dramatic wave towards Ethan, the most dramatic transformation yet began. As Ethan's bones began to shift, his muscles tear and reform, and his clothes melt and reshape; he thought that it should have been incredibly painful. Instead, though, he felt pleasant warmness build within him and radiate throughout his body. He lost himself in the pleasure of the transformation for several moments, mouth agape in soundless ecstasy of it. As the transformation ended and he regained his senses, Ethan could still feel that heat smolder in his throbbing cock and sensitive tits.

"Oooooh, fun." Ali commented, "Open your eyes and take a look at yourself, you beach bunny."

Ethan did just that, and his mouth quickly feel agape as he stared into the mirror lowered in front of him. His skin now had a deep and healthy tan, the kind you could only get from countless hours in the summer sun. His stomach was now totally flat and every muscle on his body was well toned, as though he spent hours fighting against waves while swimming at the beach. His large perky tits were contained only by a small, bright yellow bikini top and the swollen purple head of his cock poked out of his tiny, yellow thong bikini bottoms.

"This change is both physical and mental. On top of your new water friendly figure, you'll find it thoroughly uncomfortable to wear anything that isn't considered a swimsuit." Ali explained.

"I quit." Ethan simply stated. "I don't care about the money anymore. Just...just change me back and let me go home."
Ethan continued to stare at himself in both arousal and horror. Tearing up slightly as he fought his growing urge to masturbate live on camera.

"Oh Ethan," Ali said with pseudo-sympathy, "we can't stop now. But, hey, maybe you'll get a transformation that turns you back to normal, in the next challenge!"

With a wave of his arm, a large wooden box lowered from the dim ceiling above the stage. It was roughly seven feet high and ten feet long. Along the long side of it, four evenly spaced holes were cut into the box. Sticking out of each of these holes were four identical, seven-inch cocks. Each painfully hard and begging for attention.

"You'll put your new body to the test with this next challenge," Ali explained. "Here you'll have to make these dicks cum using anything besides oral and anal penetration. You have to make at least one cock cum to win, but for each one that gets blue balls, you'll take a penalty transformation. You have eight minutes starting...now!"

Ethan stared at the erections a few feet away from him. His mouth had gone dry and every muscle in his body began to tense. Despite his visual discomfort, his nipples still poked against the thin material of his top and cock remained absolutely rigid.

"Okay, no. I'm not, I'm not doing that," Ethan began. "No one ever told me that I'd have to suck dick on this show. I don't care what I look like now. I'm not gay and I'm not touching those."

"You have seven minutes and thirty seconds, Ethan," Ali returned. "And might I remind you that if you lose now you don't win any money and you are stuck in that body with no way to change it."

"While I'm stuck in this body regardless!" Ethan shouted. "I'd rather go home broke and a freak than suck dick like a fag!"

"You really shouldn't use that kind of language, Ethan," Ali scolded. "This is a family friendly program, after all. However, since you are so afraid of a few dicks, I'll let you in on a little secret. If you beat the final challenge, you get to choose between your prize money and having all of your transformations reversed. Is that enough to make you get over your fear of a few 'wittle cocks?" Ali's tone was clearly mocking as he finished conveying this information.

"Fine!" Ethan said with more than a little disgust.

He stepped forward and approached the cock on the far right side. With a huff, he got down on his knees, roughly grabbed the member, and begin a slight jerking motion with his right hand. Refusing to even look at the dick in his hand, Ethan continued this awkward motion for several minutes.

"You've got five minutes left, Ethan," Ali informed. "You might want to try something else as I think that one is going soft on you."

It was true. Ethan's hand job was so awful that gloryhole cock was beginning to become flaccid. With just a quick glance, Ethan realized this and sighed in desperation.

"Fucking really?" Ethan complained under his breath.

He suddenly stopped stroking the member and spat on it. A big glob of spit landing at the base of the gloryhole cock and quickly rolling down to the head. Ethan then quickly brought his full breasts up to the member and began needing it between his soft and supple tits.

The effect was immediate, and the dick surged back to its full stature once more. Spitting again, Ethan quickened the pace of his titjob. Bobbing them from the head to the base faster and faster. Occasionally he would break the tempo, and shimmy his alluring funbags along the cock to keep it from becoming to manotamous. At this point, his full breasts were absolutely shimmering with a hearty layer of spit and precum covering his tits and turning his bikini top from opaque to a faint translucent.

Although a more experienced individual would have noticed the pulsing and further warming of the cock, telltale signs that the owner of it was about to blow their load, Ethan was taken completely by surprise when it erupted. The first shot launched with so much force that it covered the bottom of his chin and neck. The following spurts delivered a thick layer of cum to his chest, and mixed with the already present fluid to form a gooey, lubricating mixture of spit, pre, and jizz.

Ethan had just enough time to look down at his breasts in horror and arousal when a buzzer went off. The box was quickly hoisted back into the blackness above the stage through some unknown means, leaving Ethan standing alone center stage. Thing globs of cum slowly dripping down his ample cleavage, the creamy color contrasting nicely with his freshly tanned skin. His hands inches away from his heavy globes, unsure of what to do with them. He was so stunned that he barely registered the feeling of the lighter shots quickly drying on his clavicle and forming a flakey, cummy crust.

"Huh, as a guy I thought you'd know more about what goes into a good rub and tug, or do you not have much experience with those, Ethan?" Ali teased.

Ethan was about to reply with a heated remark, but as soon as he inhaled he was assaulted with the potent smell of the incredible amount of cum coating the well-tanned skin just a few inches below his nose. He went into a small coughing fit and his eyes began to water from the overwhelming aroma. Of course, the smell of the thick, gooey load also caused the growing jizz in his own heavy balls to stir. Although, he'd never admit it.

"Oh come on, I know you've smelled cum before. Maybe not someone else's or such a thick load, but the principle's the same," Ali continued to mock. "Anyway, you will now receive three punishment transformations of my choosing."

Ali seemed to appraise Ethan for a moment, although it was impossible to tell exactly where the host's eyes fell beneath that steel, featureless mask.

"Alright, how about we go with... Feminine Fun, Loopty Lube, and A Feminine Touch."

"Fucking of course," Ethan muttered before his body was wracked with the effects of the transformation.

Despite the severity of these changes, the transformation was much quicker and less intense than the previous ones. As though his mind and body were more prepared to see this transition through to it's expected conclusion. After only a few seconds, Ethan's body became even slimmer. His stomach now totally flat and defined, his muscles smaller and more toned, and, of course, his painfully erect cock was now replaced by a dripping wet pussy.

"It's only temporary Erika," She said to herself while looking into a mirror that, once again, materialized out of nowhere. Her face was softer than before, now being more circular and with a less defined jaw. Her lips were fuller and poutier than before, her eyelashes longer and blond, and her eyebrows thinner. There was also no trace of any hair on her cheeks, chin, or anywhere below her neckline.

Her eyes darted open immediately as she realized that she had naturally shifted to a more feminine name and the corresponding pronouns. She looked to Ali for an explanation and could feel a smug satisfaction radiating from the host.

"Feminine Fun swaps your dick and balls for a vagina and all of the corresponding equipment," Ali explained. "A Feminine Touch is a physical and mental transformation that gives you a more feminine face, other secondary features, and makes you identify as a woman."

"Terrific," Erika said sarcastically in her softer and higher pitched new voice.

"You'll also find that each of your orifices will now conveniently become well-lubed whenever you become aroused. Which would explain that damp spot on your bikini bottoms," Ali teased.

"Fuck off," Erika returned, her voice not carrying quite as much venom as intended with its new femininity.

"I won't, but you're about to!" Ali returned glibly. "This last challenge is fun and simple. It's called tug of war; a chain of eight anal beads are inserted into your ass, with the bead the furthest in being the largest. A phantom hand will try to remove the beads, and it's force will increase based on audience donations. The more money they give, the stronger it will pull for a full ten minutes."

"If you manage to keep even one bead inside of you, you win! You can either undo all of your transformations so far or win your prize money. If you lose, though, you will receive one final transformation and go home a loser. Sound good?" Ali asked.

"I don't do anal, I'm not a slut," Erika responded. She was surprised for a moment that her language had changed from 'not being a fag' to 'not being a slut' without realizing.

"Yeah...that's not really an option anymore, hon," Ali said.

The host snapped their fingers and in an instant Erika was in a modified stock. Her wrists and neck were between two solid pieces of wood, with soft leather padding around each hole to prevent padding. Bracers also extended from the sides of the stock to her waste, preventer Erika from lowering her exceptionally plump rump.For a moment she struggled against her bindings, but of course her efforts meant nothing against the heavy metal padlocks holding her in place.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuugh," Erika groaned, as she felt the anal beads materialize inside of her. Her struggles stopped and her knees buckled and as she felt her insides stretched around the large sex toy. If not for the stock and metal bars holding her in place, she would have collapsed to the ground in a spasming heap.

"Alright dear viewers, a prompt should be appearing on your screen now. If you follow it and enter your credit card information, you can help bring the first episode of Transformation and Titillation to a close! Here we go!" Ali informed.

In an instant, Erika's bikini bottoms were ripped away and her caramel tanned bottom was exposed for the internet to see. Then she felt a pressure build against her rosebud as the invisible hand began to pull on the thin cord hanging out of her. She quickly clenched her firm ass cheeks together to keep the first bead from leaving her body.

"This is nothing," Erika thought. "I can take this, and then I'll be able to turn back to normal."

"It looks like the first donations are rolling in!" Ali announced with glee. "With these first twenty donations, we've already hit the first 100 dollar milestone! Phantom hand, kick it up a notch!"

Erika felt the force against her ass increase and with a squeal the first two beads slipped out of her behind. The first one to pop out was about the size of a marble, the second was roughly the same circumference as a penny.

"Nooooooo," Erika wailed, unsure of how to process the combination of pain, embarrassment, and pleasure.

"Wow, you folks at home are going above and beyond! We just hit 250 bucks! Let's see if that's enough to get the next bead out!" Ali said, amazed at how eager his audience was to donate.

The increased force was more than enough to pull the next bead from Erika's full behind. The third bead to be pulled out of her was the size of a ping pong ball, and was coated in a clear, slippery fluid.

"Oh god, it hurts so much!" Erika yelled between gasps and tears. "You've got to stop!"

"Come on Erika, don't lie to us and yourself," Ali chided. "That lube on the last bead proves you're getting turned on."

"No I'm, na, na, noooooooooot," Erika moaned as the next bead slipped out of her punished behind, this one the size of a tangerine.

"Oh wow, looks like we're already at the $500 mark! The audience really wants to see your ass torn up, Erika!" Ali cheered.

"Fuck you!" Erika screamed as the next two beads were forced out of her. The fifth one was at least as big as a stress ball and the sixth was as big around as a fist.

All Erika could do at this point was pant. Tears streamed down her face, saliva dripped out of her mouth, and her pussy was dripping so much that a small puddle was forming below her. The thin layer of sweat building upon every inch of her skin would have aroused anyone within a 20-foot radius. She had never had an anal orgasm before, or a vaginal one for that matter, but in the back of her mind she knew that this was what cumming from your butt felt like.

"Don't worry Erika, it'll all be over soon...because our fabulous audience just donated a thousand dollars collectively!" Ali reported excitedly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuu," was all she could manage to respond as an anal bead the size of a softball easily popped out of her stretched anus.

At this point it was more the size of the beads keeping them from slipping out of her than Erika's resistance. Her behind was so punished and stretched that she could barely form a coherent thought. She was almost completely lost in the pain and bliss of her anal torture.

"Sorry to say folks, but it looks like we won't get much commentary from Erika anymore," Ali informed with a bit of disappointment. "We've also hit over a thousand dollars in under five minutes. Thank you all so much for your patronage. So how about we give this one last yank?"

Though Ali could not hear their reply or even see the audience, those watching from home were eager for the last bead to be ripped out of Erika's behind. Everyone watching was incredibly aroused or already in the middle of cleaning up their cum. It was clear, though, that the first episode of Transformation and Titillation was a resounding success.

"Alright phantom hand, get that last bead out of there!" Ali shouted with a wide hand gesture.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, oooooooooh," Erika whimpered as the last bead was forcefully pulled out of her aching asshole. Stretching her behind impossibly wide and ensuring that she wouldn't be able to walk anytime soon.

The final bead was as big as a cantaloupe and fell to the ground with a heavy plunk. Her ass gaped noticeably as it spasmed in a weak attempt to close after the trial it just endured. Clear lube dribbled out of it and mixed with the copious amount of pussy juice already beneath her. Her overflowing spit and tears would have mixed with the dry cum on her neck and chest, if not for the stock around her neck.

"Wow, I honestly did not expect this first episode to go so well. Props to you Erika!" Ali applauded.

With a snap of his fingers, the stockade disappeared and Erika fell into the mess below her. She let out a soft moan as recognition of the fall, but couldn't do much more in her heavy orgasmic haze.

"Sorry Erika, it looks like you lost," Ali informed with false sympathy. "Your final transformation is going to be something called Mind Matches Matter. It transforms your personality and identity based on your current form. So Erika, I want you to take a nice long look at yourself and decide who you are."

Some mystical force flipped Erika from her stomach onto her back and through barely opened eyes stared at her own reflection in a floating mirror. Her tanned tits were spilling out of her bright yellow top she was still spasming from the punishment her ass endured. Even if she were in different circumstances, though, Erika's answer would be the same. Her deeply held misogynistic beliefs would have colored here opinion of a woman with this appearance anyway. Ethan would have thought a woman that looked and dressed like this would be a bubbly whore, so that is what Erika became.

"OH. MY. GOD!" Erika exclaimed as her eyes went wide. "That was totes amazing! God I love getting fucked in the ass, but that was on a whole nother level!" Erika's voice was now incredibly peppy and vapid. She was now a stereotypical dumb bimbo and loved it.

"Of course you did sweetie," Ali remarked, a dark edge in their voice. "Let that be a lesson for you at home folks, be careful who you hurt and belittle, because someday your beliefs and opinions can come back to hurt you."

"Thanks for turning in, though! I promise this won't be the last episode of Transformation and Titillation, so be sure to keep an eye out for our next fantastic installment. Have a wonderful evening everyone!"

-------EPILOGUE-------

Erika, of course, could not return to school with her new body; or even approach any of her old friends and family. No one would recognize her and she remembered so little of her old life that she couldn't convince any of her former acquaintances of who she used to be. She also could hardly walk around in public, as her new disposition would not allow her to wear anything that covered more than thirty percent of her skin. Her new body did come with benefits, though.

She quickly began a modeling career and found a bit of success in the beginning, despite her shorter stature. Her new looks could have ensured success in this line of work, but her new pheromones ensured that just about every photo shoot would turn into a wild orgy. She couldn't resist blowing every member of the photography team and having them cover her in their thick loads.

Running out of options, Erika would quickly return to the set of Transformation and Titillation and eagerly accept a role as an assistant. Here she could put her new talents to use. Every episode she'd wear a different, equally sexy and kinky swimsuit and help Ali host the show. This was immeasurably fulfilling for her and she loved arousing the contestants that appeared on the show that she helped popularize.

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Hi, I'm SNEZ and thanks so much for reading my first erotic story! I'd love to read your comments and feedback. If you like this kind of story, and want to read more like them, please let me know!
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