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Welcome to Transformania Time™! Today we have two eager contestents competing against each other for a hefty cash prize! What's the catch? Well, let me tell you this: this experience CHANGES you! I can guarantee that neither of our contestants will step out this door the same person that they stepped in as! And I don't mean in some kind of metaphysical or emotional way like other game shows. What do I mean? Well, it won't take you long to find out, I can guarantee you that! Neither can I say how either will be when they leave--it's different for absolutely everyone! So... let the games BEGIN!!!!!

Ezlen, A six-foot-four, 230-pound male, you've got a muscular form to die for. You dress sort of like a respectable gentlemen of the 1910's; Suit vest, perfect white dress shirt, and nice cotton tweed pants. You spent time in the military and heard that this game will help you go beyond your form, in more ways than one- With years of military service behind you, you seek a new thrill...

With their long blond hair, their suntanned skin, and their tight shirts showing off their massive breasts, these young twins look more like the losers of a Transformania game than new competitors in one. One of them, introduced by the host as Janny, looks rather nervous. "I'm not sure about this, Sis." The other, introduced as Jenny, stands tall and confident. "It'll be easy. This twerp looks like a total pushover." You're thinking the same of them.

You take a glance at Jenny and Janny Talbot. They have blond hair, hanging past their shoulders, It looks very well cared for. Their faces are beautiful in a bland, conventional way, with just enough makeup to completely obscure anything special or unique about them. They have high, tittering voices, very large breasts relative to their bodies. You suspect they've had some work done. They're thin but fit--they probably run a lot. They're both slightly tanned with firm, squeezable butts, long, shapely legs, and slim hands. Their nails are perfectly manicured.They have thin arms and Jenny looks calm and confident. Janny is more nervous. Janny's T-shirt is pink and says MY EYES ARE UP HERE, with an arrow pointing upwards. Jenny's is blue and says EAT THE RICH, with an arrow pointing downwards. They're wearing short-shorts. Very short-shorts and white tennis shoes.

You take a glance at yourself, Your body is exceptionally well-built, you're a perfect specimen of the male form. You had better be, because you were hauling a machine gun around in the Army all day! Your hair is short, well-kept. Your girlfriend died it blue for laughs, but you like it. Your face is somewhat rough and there's a little bit of stubble, nothing too much, however. Your voice is rough, to the point, and irresistable. Your chest is normal and strong, at least for a man. You have broad, strong shoulders from hauling that machine gun, but they aren't anything too strange. Your waist is strong, toned and quite nice to look at.

The game show host decides to start off a game of Moving Targets, a reflex and marksmanship game, which, given your time as a machine gunner in the Army, you excel at. Jenny kneels to take off her shoes and socks, then instructs Janny to do the same. "My feet feel funny," Jenny explains. "This way, if something happens, our shoes won't rip." A light pattern of scales dapples across Jenny and Janny's cheeks. Jenny's are pale green, while Janny's are pale yellow. Scales begin to appear on Jenny and Janny's necks and shoulders, matching the colors of those on their faces, but darker in shading.

The next round of the game show is targeting rapidly appearing and disappearing squares, which, again, considering your occupation, you do extremely well and you get to see the twins transform some more with almost smug satisfaction. Maybe they won't be such a pain in the arse after all. Janny's beginning to bulk up a bit, looking more muscular. Jenny's getting even slimmer as she stretches, her spine making an audible cracking noise, and bends her torso back and forth. "Ah, that's better." Janny mimics her, and is rewarded with an even louder crack that sounds like a gunshot. It seems they're much more flexible now. Their arms change to match their bodies, the former's getting slimmer and the latter's bulking up a bit. Neither is really muscular yet.

Of course, the host chooses a different game, one sort of like Missile Command for the Atari 2600. One with basic parabolic ballistics. You smirk as you absolutely destroy the twins at this too. Jenny's hair grows shorter, stiffening as if it's been drenched in hair gel, and begins to take on a green tinge as Janny's grows even longer, hanging almost to her butt. It darkens a shade or two, but it's still blond. Janny starts to look nervous and plaintively speaks. "This twerp is better than we thought," she says. Jenny takes her hand and smiles sweetly. "We'll win together. We can do this." "Sis, do you feel . . . stronger?" Janny asks, her voice rumbling slightly. "No, but I feel sexier," Jenny says, a slight hiss in her voice. "I feel like every man in the crowd is staring at us!" Janny looks quite nervous at this information.

You take a glance at Jenny and Janny Talbot. There's a light pattern of scales on their cheeks, pale green for Jenny, pale yellow for Janny. Jenny's voice is slightly sibilant. while Janny's has a bit of a rumble to it. Janny's starting to bulk up a bit, while Jenny's growing slimmer. Scales are beginning to appear across their torsos, darker than those on their faces. Jenny now has thin arms. Janny's are a little thicker, but not especially muscular.

Hilariously enough the host's random number generator seems to be favouring you quite a lot so far, and again, the "moving targets" game gets selected, and you have it in the bag before the twins hit three. Jenny's breasts quickly look a little bigger, though it's hard to tell when they're so big already. Janny's actually seem to be getting smaller as Jenny tests her tongue against her lips, letting out an experimental hiss. "Wow, I sound cool," she says, lengthening the s in "sound." "How about you, Sis? What's your voice like now?" "Um, well . . ." Janny says. The rumble in her voice is getting stronger, but it's still recognizable as feminine. "You sound cool, too," Jenny assures her. Jenny's hair is as green as a new leaf. It spreads out behind her in a rounded shape. Janny's blond hair is still quite long, but it's growing thinner in the back--you can only see it behind her neck when she turns.

You take another quick glance at Jenny and Janny Talbot. Jenny's hair is short, stiff, and green, forming a rounded shape behind her. Janny's is long, dark blond, and thin in the back. Jenny's voice is becoming more of a hiss, and she's stretching out each s in her words. Janny's has more of a rumble to it and Jenny's breasts are very large relative to her body. Janny's are a bit smaller.

And again, the RNG favours something you're good at- This time, quickly reciting patterns. That's something you learned damn quick in Basic. As you win, and they go another step, Janny's arms seem to have reached their limit--noticeably muscular, but not shockingly so. She looks relieved not to have wound up like some of the overmuscled freaks who walk out of this game. Similarly, Jenny's arms are quite thin now, but they still look like they have some strength in them. As the scales on Jenny and Janny's faces spread, their noses flatten into their faces, becoming thin, almost invisible slits. Janny breathes in through her mouth a few times, adjusting to the change while Jenny seems to take it in stride.The light scales cover most of Jenny and Janny's faces. The pattern is very fine, and from a distance, they just look like they have green and yellow skin.

How many times can I win rounds before they at least give me some challenge? You ask yourself as you trigger yet another TF from the twins. However, things start to get interesting, since Jenny and Janny worked together in that last round, standing beside each other with their feet touching. They try to move apart now, but find there's nothing to separate--Jenny's left ankle and Janny's right rise up from a single joined foot. "Damn it," Jenny says. "Good thing we took our shoes off." Janny touches her hand to her chest in embarrassment as her breasts shrink. Jenny is distracted with problems of her own, her enormous breasts straining the fabric of her shirt. However, the jointed "foot" merges up to their knee. Scales are beginning to develop, neither yellow nor green, but a rich, deep red.

After this, the RNG goes to a stupid game of two-sided Pong against yourself, but hilariously, you just sit there and the twins actually defeat themselves. The merge continues up to the twins' waists, and their short-shorts tear completely through on the sides. The shorts fall to the ground, revealing that neither twin is wearing underwear. (Predictably, both are shaved.) Janny covers her pussy with her hand, but Jenny doesn't bother. Jenny's right foot finally begins to merge with her left, as does Janny's. The merge continues about halfway up, leaving two gaps between their knees. They nearly fall over as their joined flesh takes shape, now recognizable as a thick red snake tail. "Sis, I'm scared," Janny admits. She gestures down at their joining with her manicured nails. "This is getting weird." Jenny puts her arm over Janny's shoulder, holding her close. "It'll be okay. We just have to win."

However, this time the odds of the game go against you for once, and this game is literally roulette. Predictably, you lose. Your hands are smooth and unscarred, unlike their state before. A small change, but a welcome one, and speaking of "welcome", you gasp as you feel a sudden arousal pressing to your pants, however, normally this is pretty painful for you, given how large you are. In this case, it doesn't hurt to be this hard! Something feels a little off on top of your head. You've never felt it move before, since you always kept your hair well-trimmed. It seems to have grown a little bit, but nothing to severe.

However, on the next memory game, you quickly prove that, even for a grunt, you're a sharper crayon-eater than the girls and smirk as you let them lose by a narrow margin for fun. Jenny's nails extend into shiny black claws. They don't look sharp enough to cut someone--they seem more decorative. Janny's nails turn black as well, but remain short. The merge has almost reached Jenny and Janny's pussies. Jenny absently puts a finger to hers, as if bidding it goodbye. Janny grabs her hand and pulls it away, not harshly, but insistently--they're distracted enough already. Janny reaches down and feel behind her. "My butt is gone?" she exclaims, more baffled than scared. Sure enough, she and Jenny are buttless. Butt-free. No butts about it. The formerly squeezable region has been perfectly smoothed over.

However, there's another round of Asshole Pong, and this time you lose. Your toes seem to no longer fit in your boots, and your toenails feel... Off. You gasp a bit as you lose an inch in height, now standing at six-two. You look to your opponent and pant as you overcome the surprise. "Lucky shot... Keep trying, you!" You almost growl.

However, despite losing a few inches and your feet feeling... Off, you still manage to handle the twins in the next round of Pop-Ups. Janny turns at the waist to look at Jenny. "It'll be okay, won't it, Sis?" Janny asks. "We can still win, right?" Jenny doesn't look at her, mouthing something to herself that you can't make out. Then, to your amazement, Janny grabs Jenny's shoulders, turns her to face her, and kisses her full on the lips. Jenny stiffens in shock, but she doesn't lean away, and after a few seconds, her shoulders relax and she returns the kiss. They don't break the kiss until the host tells them it's time for the next round. "Feeling better now?" Janny asks. "I think so," Jenny replies. "That was so weird--but I liked it!" Jenny and Janny's eyes reshape, the pupils narrowing into vertical slits. Jenny's irises turn the same dark yellow as the scales on Jenny's neck, while Janny's turn a lovely shade of green to match Jenny's. "We look creepy, don't we?" Janny asks. "We look awesome," Jenny replies, "and I'll smack anyone who says different!" Jenny curses loudly and lengthily as the twins' pussies seal shut. Janny puts an arm over her shoulder and waits for her to finish. She doesn't say a word, but she makes a decent attempt at appearing calm and reassuring, and it seems to work. (When did Janny become the one giving reassurance?)

Lady Luck is a fickle bitch, you think, as another game of roulette turns up and you lose. Your jaw changes slightly, getting less squared and masculine and a little bit more rounded. Your stubble vanishes and your nose becomes a little less pronounced. A slight tickle comes to the top of your head as your hair grows still longer, some gets in front of your face. It's now a stark, jet black and almost feminine-looking. Your transformations worry you a little bit, but you aren't afraid. You worry you may become something that you'll regret later, however, you'll get to that when the time comes.

You watch the RNG with anticipation, and hope. Nope, Asshole Pong again. You yank your boots off and see your feet are strange, almost like paws, which at this point, are still plantigrade, however, black claws have emerged in place of your toenails.

However, the twins seem to have smartened up and are trying their absolute hardest to win, and given how your headfur got in your eyes, you actually lost at the moving targets game. You start to feel very hot, and contemplate asking the host to turn up the air conditioning. Before you do, you moan as a tingling sensation attacks your groin, even though you're even more painfully hard than before, you're even MORE sensitive, and you wiggle a little bit as the tip of your small cock rubs against your underwear. You gasp as your shoulders start to thin down, no longer properly fitting your vest or shirt properly, however, you don't have to hunch your shoulders to stop them from falling down as a highly sensitive protrusion from your back that holds them taught prevents them from falling. You don't know how much stimulatiuon to these weird protrusions you can take though, as it doesn't take much for you to cum if you wiggle.

With all those new stimulations you start to lose more and more games. Your legs, now much shorter and thinner, make you gasp a little bit. They aren't too different but they are noticable. You love your new form, and you love where this is going! Even if you didn't think you'd wana be a woman, you sure do now, and the only thing you can think of is intentionally losing the game so you can get even more wolven and sexy! You start to "attack" your crotch in arousal, pure, undiluted need running through your veins. Your cock shrinks a little bit before you finally manage to have the hardest climax you've ever had in your life, and you hardly notice as your sack shrinks and starts to absorb into your body, and your cock becomes a "blank" crotch, signalling the last male orgasm you'll ever have in your life.

However, despite this, one time when you meant to lose Asshole Pong, you actually manage to win. Jenny pulls her shirt over her head and flings it into the audience, showing off her scaled torso, then unhooks her bra and likewise casts it aside. "Woohoo!" she shouts. "That was WAY too tight!" Janny hesitates a moment, then nervously removes her shirt and bra as well, trying to match her sister's enthusiasm. "Woo . . . hoo?" "Mah teef!" Janny exclaims. Sure enough, her teeth are completely gone. "How'm ah--" She composes herself to try and speak more normally. "How am I gonna eat now?" "I think we're different kinds of snakes," Jenny explains, touching her newly forked tongue to her elongated fangs. "I bite into things with these. You--" She grabs Janny's shoulders and twists her around, demonstrating just how flexible she is. "Wrap around things and crush them. Then you just swallow them!" Janny looks a bit distressed at the prospect of swallowing her food whole, but she doesn't complain further. "I . . . I can feel your mind, Sis," Jenny says. "Not like I'm hearing it, but like I'm touching it, stroking it. You're so scared! But I'm here, Sis. I'll always be here." "Always?" Janny echoes. By way of reply, Jenny returns her earlier kiss, deep and tender. Then she twists and lowers her torso, touching her forked tongue to Janny's small, firm breasts and beginning to lick. Janny makes tiny little gasps at this intimate contact, sounding quite un-snakelike despite the rumble in her voice. The host eventually disrupts them to return their attention to the game, but Jenny manages one last "always" before they prepare for the next round.

You steal another glance at the cerberus-naga, There's a light pattern of scales across their faces, pale green for Jenny, pale yellow for Janny. Each has slitted eyes the same color as the scales on the other's torso. Janny has long fangs, probably venomous, while Janny has no teeth at all. Janny's breasts are small but firm. Jenny's are enormous. They long lost any semblance of butts their legs almost completely reshaped into a single red snake tail.They regularly kiss and stroke each other. They seem very much in love.

However, that fluke doesn't go for long and you quickly lose the next round. You let out a gasp as a little protrusion appears right on the base of your tailbone, a yelp of pain as it pushes against the back of your pants. You can guess what it is already... You shiver as your chest becomes sensitive against your shirt, your nipples even more so. Your vest and nice shirt become a little too tight. Maybe you're growing your wolven breasts? You smile at the thought. However, your shirt doesn't last long as RRRRRIIIIIIP! Once your vest rips apart the highly sentitive protrusions become plain as day, and they reveal themselves to be WINGS! You climax again, in your pants as your wings come in, howling loudly. They are truly proud, raven wings that you could use to cover your partly nude form, but you don't care enough.

With the next loss- And considering you just came twice thanks to your wings, would that really be much of a shock? You didn't expect your breasts to grow again, so you let out a wolven yelp as your breasts reach their final C-cup size. Now they're exceptionally sensitive, and thankfully, a bra magically appears, which promptly starts to activate some unknown mechanism in it that gropes them in a way that makes you want to scream out! You go to scratch yourself and find you can get even further into your hair, you stop and look to see your hands now have long, sharp wolven claws. As your pants vanish you let out a lewd moan as your butt grows just a little more and your tail starts to grow in earnest, wagging quite happily.

Your changes distract you immensely, and you outright miss the entire next round! Excitedness now gives way to need, your transformation is hitting you hard. You make plenty of lewd comments at your opponent and your audience, at times posing to try and distract them a little bit, or to make them want to win so that they get to have you in bed. Either way, you welcome it.

Now you're outright letting the twins win, just because you want this transformation beyond all else. You yelp as you shrink quickly again, now just under six feet. You start to feel slightly tingly and you look at yourself, your original muscle definition has gone down significantly. Your wolven voice is much higher pitched and doesn't resemble a human male's at all. However, your wild, and feminine voice draws the attention of all around you, most notably your aroused opponents. and it seems to gain positive reception from the audience, who are clearly barely concealing how much you going with the changes is turning them on. Along with a lot of your body, your waist starts to look a little more natural on your body, you wiggle a little bit at your opponent and giggle. "I'm a better belly-dancer~" You tease them, however, they're making out again, so they don't notice you.

Once again, you let them win a round just to get on with the TF further, though you hatch a plan to get them as far along in their TF as possible so you can break them in with your perfect bitch form. As your body changes your legs start to change, and change surprisingly drastically, you moan and scream in pain and pleasure, laying on the table as your heels go up your legs and you have to stand digitigrade. Your opponents wink at you as you gasp and moan effeminitely, you wiggle your hips a bit as you finally start to feel your slit start to form, although it isn't quite ready to bear pups, not quite yet.

You pant and decide to let them win again, head spinning with pleasure. Your rear clenches as it gains corded, lupine strength and becomes even more of a stare magnet. Your tail, being complete now, doesn't really feel the pain. "Mmmh, dat's a fine rear end, miss wuff~" The twins tease you, which makes you wiggle your hips teasingly back. They know what's coming to them in the end, and you start to realize that maybe they're cottoning onto what your ideas are. Or, at least partly. Your paws become fully wolven and ready to rock with the rest of your body, and you definitely intend to make sure the cerbnaga gets the full brunt of those paws.

You lose several more rounds near the end of the game, with your body still transforming your legs aren't spared either, as they fill out with bestial strength, such that you could crush a man between those furry, cum-lubed thighs. You let out a light yelp as your feminine jawline starts to stretch out, forming what looks like a hairless muzzle. Your nose turns dark red and all of a sudden, you can smell everything around you with perfect clarity- Not that it helps your arousal any. Your teeth are still normal-looking for a human, however, and your tongue is too short for your maw. Your ears have moved to the top of your head but are still rounded and furless. However, your lack of serious fur isn't very long as your absolutely stunning wolven body starts to fill with a thick double-coat of dark grey fur. One of your arms has a deep black tribal pattern, which seems to make you think of something, but you're not sure what. Your body suddenly goes another change, your body doesn't lose or gain height but it starts to tighten up, all of your muscles painfully feel like they're locking up as new muscle fibers start to grow, taking your slightly pudgy female body and making it look like a professional MMA fighter. Alongside most of your body at this point, all the muscles in your waist are clenching and new ones are forming, making you a true sight to drool at.

However, the intentional losses don't always happen, and a freak game of Asshole Pong makes you win a round again. Jenny and Janny's legs have fully merged into a single thick tail, covered in red scales from tip to waists, their separate torsos rising up from it side by side. They have no trouble moving around on it, and they can turn their flexible torsos separately to the side or even the back. They're mostly taking advantage of that last part to turn and kiss each other. "Sis, I--" Janny stops abruptly, and you discover that the scales across her face don't keep her from blushing. Her voice is barely recognizable as female, almost overpowered by a dull rumble. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Sis," Jenny hisses, stretching each s. "You sound fine. You're just . . ." she searches for a word. "Powerful." Janny reaches the limit of her growth, her body muscular but still recognizably feminine. Jenny shrinks further in on herself, lean and lithe. The scales on both their bodies continue down past their breasts.

However, you resume losing, you let out a deafening howl of pain as your teeth start to change to fit your new maw, and your tongue changes your voice to that of a powerful, female wolf. Your ears are completely wolven too. Your handpaws cramp and hurt incredibly badly as they join your body in bukling up, you let out a whine, but thankfully your handpaws don't hurt too long. At this point your slit burns with sheer need, your horomones are raging and your lady parts are kicking into overdrive. You can barely think through the need as your fertile womb begs to be claimed.

However, they lose a round, Jenny's hair has finished taking shape, forming a rounded hood behind her like the hood of a cobra. Surprisingly, Janny's has formed into more of a ponytail, though it's quite thin in the back. "At least we didn't go bald," Jenny observes. The twins' nipples sink into their breasts and vanish, but they leave behind small, round patches of black scales. Janny tests a finger against one of Jenny's patches, careful that her blunt black nails don't directly touch it, and discovers that it's still quite sensitive. They nearly fall into another makeout session before the host interrupts them again. Jenny puts a hand to the twins' shared tail, feeling around for something. She finds a horizontal slit, almost invisible unless you know where to look, and opens it slightly to reveal glistening pink flesh. Then she begins to feel around inside, and both she and Janny cry out. It seems the twins share sensation down there.

On the final round, your entire body finalizes its curvaceous, deadly form and technically, you've lost. The game is over, not that you care. You know who really won. Your winged form gives you so much freedom and your curvaceous, deadly strong lupine form makes your opponent drool- Not that that was the only place they drooled!

You extend your wings and pounce on the twins, making sure to get those venemous fangs out of the way. "This is for both of us, snek, consider it payment for the ride~" She play growls and shoves two of her clawed, strong fingers into the sister's shared hole and smirks as they simultaneously gasp loudly and moan, their shared tailtip swaying around. However, you want more than just that, your slit is dripping and begging for a release your paws can't give you.

"Stuff me with your tail, snek, I need it so fucking much!!" You howl out before yelping as your virginal hole is taken. You clench hard with your incredible were muscles and start to rock your hips up and down, back and forth as Janny uses her tongue to stimulate your nipples and both start to grope your wings. You gasp and moan and yip and yelp as unimaginable pleasure shakes your body, causing you, and them, once you start really finding their soft spots, them, to climax over and over again.

After using your new, perfect form to make your victorious opponent cum at least thirty times, you smirk as you sit on their face and force you to give you one last roaring climax to "congratulate" them. Once that's one, you redress and fly off, out for new experiences and new... Sensations.