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Change the Station: Last Straw By Von Krieger

It's kind of hard to imagine that it's been five years already. Five years since the best and worst week of my life, and hear I am with you guys filming a bit for a documentary. I'm kind of torn over the whole thing. After all, the aftermath of the whole show was messy. Very, very messy. Not to mention everything that took place during it.

I was never a big fan of the Space Station Regenesis franchise. But then again like a lot of game shows it was meant to be something to get the word out there and sell products. Biologic and genetic alterations, plastic surgery right down to the naked genome, that sort of thing.

My boyfriend was big into the shows though, and all the body modification stuff. He'd been saving up for awhile, hoping that we could get matching cosmetic reshapings. After all, we couldn't afford the stuff we'd see on Regenesis. And to be honest, that suited me just fine. It wouldn't be a genetic change, and if we'd ever have kids, well, they could get all the alterations they wanted when they could pay for 'em.

Will just about forced me into watching the mainstream shows with him every week. But every Saturday he'd get one of the extreme shows on pay-per-view. I never really got into them then, though after going through it oddly enough, I see the appeal. Honestly? I haven't missed an episode since, and the Saturday PPV's are the highlight of my week.

We'd always have a little fun during them, and I admit occasionally there would be something that got me a little turned on. Not like now. I mean now the two of us can barely get passed the first ten minutes without seeing something that makes us want to 'play along at home' as it were.

Though as fun as talking about our sex life is, that's not what you guys wanted when you gave me the opportunity to give my view of the whole thing. I'm kind of surprised that you're even doing this. After all, this was kind of the worst thing that could possibly have happened regarding the goings on of the show. We can just be thankful that the lower floors of the production building were sealed off in time before the other contestants could reach the streets.

So I guess I ought to start from the beginning, I'm Amanda Powers, and I only signed up for Season 14's contestant search because Will asked me to. He asked me because the Orre Corporation was having a bit of a contest, a referral kind of thing. Every person you signed up got scored based on their contestant potential and you got credits towards the Orre store the better your sign ups scored.

So he was absolutely thrilled when he managed to get up enough points to snag himself a few body mods. He was disappointed when he found out he could only get them for himself. To be honest, I was just about stunned when he came how with bioluminescent tattoos, a long forked tongue, claws, and a tail. I mean we'd talked about what he'd wanted to get done before, but he'd just had it all done in a day and hadnt told me.

Truth be told, I wasn't really fond of his changes at first. But I loved Will, and I'd put up with scratches in the sheets and going to bed with a living nightlight if it meant that he was happy. Though I warmed up to his tongue and tail very quickly, and now I find myself enjoying them even more. As well as a few other things we picked with the prize money and credits from the sponsoring companies.

I was kind of shocked when I got the invitation in the mail. I'd never expected to actually be a part of the show. Even though it was only one of the holiday episodes, I was kind of hesitant. If it had been a Station run, I'd have turned it down immediately. I knew that I'd be holding on until I couldn't think straight, and that I'd have come back with an incredibly warped body.

The holiday specials were sort of tributes to other game and reality shows from the past. I was kind of on the fence until Will coaxed me into it. The changes were never as severe as in the main shows, and they would almost never drop significant mental changes on you.

The amounts of the prize money helped, even the last place contestant would be bringing home more than Will and I would make in a decade, and if I won the grand prize, we'd be set for life.

Of course the conditions on the prize money meant that you'd have to stick with the changes you acquired for the period of the payout, also five years. I'll get back to that later.

We went back and watched some of the past specials, to get a bearing on the degree of alteration that might take place, and to be honest they made me want to go through with it even less. But it was a lot of money, and Will promised that he'd stay with me no matter what. I'm pretty sure that the thought of having me transformed that much really turned him on. But I was worried I'd come out as some sort of hideous, crippled freak.

So yeah, suffice to say I was in it entirely for the money and had no interest in having my body changed. Nor did I have any interest in the sexual escapades that I knew were going to happen. Nothing Doppler had been the driving force behind had been able to be edited to anything less than a Mature rating, and the vast majority of her stuff was outright pornographic.

I think I was kind of looking for excuses at that point to not go and do it. But after Will insisted that he wouldn't have a problem with anything that went down on the show. To be perfectly honest, I was pretty sure he'd be recording it and playing it back later to wank to.

So yeah, I managed to work up the nerve to accept the offer, eventually. Mentally I was preparing myself for the worst. I just knew I was going to come out of the thing as some sort of semi-gelatinous thing with a dozen tentacles and hooves for some reason. "This transformation brought to you by Jell-X, which as you know is made up primarily from powdered horse hooves!" I'd imagine Doppler saying.

Doppler, Lady Doppler, being the Space Station Regenesis Season 14 AI host and overseer. The AI host is the one who chooses the changes, chooses the challenges, chooses the route on the main show, and so on and so forth.

Every season, typically two or three solar standard years, the companies make a new AI. I think the problems that resulted from Doppler started in Season 12. The AI host, Lady Thunderhead, was very dominating, very controlling, very mocking, rather nasty and mean. People kind of got tired of her. So they overcorrected a bit in Season 13 with Lady Rain.

The viewers and contestants adored Lady Rain. The company did not. Season 13 had more Grand Prize winners than any other five seasons combined. Lady Rain was a rather pleasant, helpful host, and she was kind and caring. She'd even managed, somehow, to alter her effect tables to shift every effect down one degree of severity, and they'd only found this out after the end of the season.

So Doppler was, essentially, overcompensation to an overcompensation. While not outright cruel, unlike past AI hosts, she was programmed to earn the most enjoyment from transforming and altering contestants. Her thing was always to get a person to be transformed to the point where they were just about to quit, coax them on a little bit further, and then hit them with some serious changes. At that point the contestants would be so altered that they would either forge on recklessly, figuring things couldn't get any worse, or start taking Doppler's offer of 'challenges' to have a chance at reducing their alterations, but with the risk of acquiring more.

So yeah, looking back on the whole incident, having something like this happen was pretty much inevitable.

-o-

I got introduced to the other contestants the moment the rest of the galaxy did, with Doppler doing the opening introductions. They hadn't said what sort of a show we'd be doing. Though Doppler's Galaxy Celebration Special had been... interesting. Celebrating the first meeting of the first two space-faring species in the Milky Way with some... milky changes.

So many species, races, cultures, and religions had holidays and festivals at the time, pertaining to the start of Winter in the Northern Hemisphere on Terra Prime, as well as the year end Summer festivals on all four Shemnja planets.

So I was prepared for anything. But when I saw the first of the other contests on the screen in the little waiting room I was sitting in, waiting to be introduced and the door opened into the area where we would be spending the next few days in, I was just about floored.

Kayme Le'nel. An honest to goodness famous person. Not a celebrity, a famous person. A famous Dark Star Elf. Of course they hate it when the rest of the galaxy calls them Elves. But most people don't have their keen eyesight and are able to spot the miniscule differences, infra-red and ultraviolet clan tattoos, and carefully bred lines of the body, build, facial structure, the demanding diet and exercise regimens, and so on and so forth that marked them as being a specific clan or caste or subspecies or whatever it was.

Some Shemnja concepts like that just don't translate over into Terran Standard. Temperaments varied between them, and you never, EVER saw a Dark Star caste off her homeworld. I stood there staring at the monitor with my mouth hanging open. She stared at the camera with her red eyes, purple-black lips pulling back to show a snarl with slightly elongated canine teeth.

She swatted at the camera drone spinning around her, trying to capture her from every angle. She was wearing a plain white jumpsuit with some writing on it that I couldn't read. It immediately reminded me of the bright orange ones Terran prisoners wear. Kayme was a Men's Rights fighter on her world. Hers was a matriarchal and xenophobic society where the smaller males were treated as second class citizens.

She'd been arrested under blasphemy laws regarding the centipede goddess that was the center of their religious pantheon right before the whole place went into a communications blackout. Judging from her expression and actions, she was not happy to be here in the slightest.

The on-screen data confirmed that. Her own people had screwed her over. In order to win her freedom, she had to partake in a grand challenge of another culture and come out the winner. Otherwise she was a shame to her people and no longer considered one of them. Thus she could never come home if she lost.

But considering the usual scoring, in order to win she would be the one who would hit with the most intense changes. Thus making her greatly deviate from any of the set castes, and thus putting her social ranking just a hair above most males. So the Alliance Diplomatic Corps comes out ahead by helping a colony planet deal with an issue, the broadcasters get a ratings boost due to a known name taking place in a contest that was bound to get... very intimate, the show sponsors got to show off the effects of their product on a non-Terran physiology, and the Dark Star Elves essentially got rid of one of their biggest political dissenters.

And of course Kayme knew it, and if she hadn't, she did after Doppler's voice over finished informing her about it. The elf sighed and shook her head, running both hands over her short, brilliantly white hair. She growled again, the ear-fins on the side of her head flaring as she lashed out and broke the camera drone with a solid punch.

I remember wincing at that, and then watching eagerly as her profile appeared on the side of the screen; 6'5", 220 pounds. She was huge; just about a whole foot taller than I was and a good hundred pounds heavier. Okay, it was more like ninety; when you were on a budget like I was, eating period took priority over eating healthy. If we were going to have to do anything physical for challenges and the like, she was going to pound the hell out of me.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the statistics for the next contestant came up; Fang Jiang, all 5'0" and 95 pounds of her. Tiny legs and easily shoved out of the way. I could just about picture a tiny, demure little cherry blossom of a woman in my mind before she showed up on the screen.

I winced at the sight of her. She was decidedly NOT a fragile little flower of a woman. She was wearing one of those old Earth ethnic Asian type shirts, the ones with the fasteners over by the shoulder, paired with some rather worn jeans. There were some scars on her face, as well as upon the visible skin of her arms. She'd seen some sort of battle, likely on a regular basis.

Doppler confirmed it, Fang was ex-military. Pilot and commando, Anti-Piracy regiment. Unlike Kayme, she seemed actually happy to be on the show. I was kind of surprised at the looks of her. If she was on the show, she didn't have any cybernetics to speak of, and the most successful soldiers were cyber-ed to the gills. It was probably some cultural thing, wanting to do battle with the gifts and talents one was born with.

Despite her accolades as a combat veteran, I couldn't help but think of her as cute. I wasn't particularly shapely myself, but she seemed almost girlish with her big, almond shaped eyes, lithe frame, and long black hair, worn in a pair of braids.

Doppler described her as signing up for the thrill of it. With her having proven herself as a warrior, she was now seeking adventure and excitement off the battlefield, and had thought that signing onto the show would be quite a thrill.

If our show got even half as intense as any of those that I'd seen, I was sure she'd be getting her adrenaline fix very quickly. If Doppler threw out any of her usual 'challenges' I knew that Fang was going to snatch them up immediately. I had no idea how I ought to feel about that.

After all, on one hand she'd be taking up transformations that might otherwise settle on me. But, typically, the whole point of the game was to end up the most altered. I supposed if we had themed categories of changes that I might risk taking a challenge to try and raise my score without the potential for winding up with some change that I would absolutely loath.

Kayme was going to be playing like me, aiming for the lowest amount of change possible. I doubted she even cared about her score or standing in the competition. She seemed to just loath being here.

Fang, on the other hand, was likely going to play to win. She'd likely done what I had, watched many previous shows and specials and try and figure out some strategies. Like if we had were given some sort of option, like drink a glass of something and get changed based on that, you never wanted to go first. Doppler almost never revealed the category until the first change. Aside from that you could sometimes tell from the different colors of things of where she might go with a theme. She was predictable and reliable at times, and she knew it, and knew that people knew, so she'd mix things up on occasion.

I knew that I was going to be the last contestant introduced. Thus far I seemed kind of the odd woman out. I mean here I was, a normal girl who had never done anything in a competition alongside a political activist who was known across the galaxy, who happened to look absolutely stunning, and a battle-scarred thrill-seeker that had a decided cute-asskicker vibe to her.

I felt decidedly like the odd woman out when the third contestant appeared on the screen. I gasped at the sight of her. The first two women had been pretty in their own ways, and though I felt kind of plain in comparison to them, I still felt that I'd be seen as reasonably attractive. After all, I was a bit bustier than Fang, and Kayme was an alien, which would be an immediate turn off for some people.

But from the moment Sera Synn showed up on screen, I knew no one was going to pay attention to me. She was a stunning, radiant beauty. The sexiest shapes money could buy to just about everything. Though I didn't recognize her name, I did recognize her face. She'd been a clothing model a few years back. Born with the perfect body, at least as far as the modeling agencies had been concerned.

Perfect as in able to be tweaked by expensive mods to absolutely stunning perfection. Her entire body had been re-engineered to illicit a sense of admiration and arousal in a majority of the human populous. And I was blushing as I found myself amongst them.

She was majorly busty with all the right curves in all the right places. Tall, but not too tall, athletic, but not too athletic. There wasn't quite any one feature of her body that one could call absolutely perfect, but in combination they made her appear absolutely gorgeous.

I found myself wanting to run my fingers through her beautiful red hair, feel that soft, smooth, porcelain skin against mine, wondered what her lips would feel like pressed against my own. I was having a virtual sexual identity crisis just looking at the woman.

She didn't model clothing anymore, she hadn't for awhile. After all, the modeling agencies disapproved of what she'd done to herself. After having her body remolded for every photoshoot, just a tiny change here, a teensy tweak there, she'd gotten addicted to having her flesh altered. With all the money that had been spent on giving her the perfect figure, however, she was under contract not to do anything drastic. Nothing that couldn't be covered up. No genetic changes.

So she'd gotten her fix the old fashioned way. Her tattoos were seen as marks that marred her otherwise perfect beauty, but to me the spiky, tribal-style markings over her arm, one leg, and upon her face were an elegant, primal contrast that served to only make her more beautiful.

Sera was a huge fan of the show, and had dressed herself in an abbreviated version of the usual skin-tight Space Station Regenesis competition suit in the form of a sports bra and a pair of skin-tight shorts.

She grinned as she posed for the camera drone, which zoomed in on all her piercings. The two in her brow, the stud in her nose, the ring on her lip. She even stuck out her tongue to give the viewing public a shot of the barbell that ran through it. The green-blue, glossy fabric of her clothing left next to nothing to the imagination, allowing viewers to see the large rings she wore in her nipples, as well as the large ring she wore someplace else as well.

Her contracts had ended just before the contest had started, and Sera jumped at the chance to start having 'proper' alterations performed upon her body, the more radical the better. She wanted to experience everything that living flesh had to offer, and was absolutely thrilled that she'd get to share the experience with the viewing public.

I cursed softly under my breath as Doppler gave me a ten second countdown. I knew that there were going to be sexual alterations, and that they were going to come early. I'd been told not to worry about what I selected from wardrobe, as I was assured that Doppler had specific attire planned once the show got underway. Translation: probably nothing at all.

I pushed my glasses up on my nose and looked over my outfit, picking at imaginary lint and smoothing non-existent wrinkles. I didn't think I was much to look at. Mousy brown hair, a complexion with too many freckles, a body that had a few curves, but not to the degree where they would be considered much of anything.

Growing up, I'd occasionally be confused for a boy. It was why I'd taken to wearing skirts, heels, and pantyhose so often in my adult life. I couldn't stand my hair long, and usually wore it short. Well, short for a girl. It was longer than Kayme's, which seemed to be a few weeks worth of growth after having it shaved off, but not longer enough to where it was a problem. I barely had to comb it.

I found myself trying to banish the blush I felt rising in my face as the lights came on and the camera drones began to circle around me. In my mind I was the odd one out. I had no idea what they were thinking to cast me alongside the three beauties that I would be competing against.

I had my eyes clenched shut and was muttering to myself, as something had occurred to me at that moment. The fan voting. There was always some interaction with the fans that would take place on these things. I was the least sexy out of the four contestants, and I knew from watching past episodes that SSR fans tended to be rather mean to the least attractive contestant.

Getting to pick a change each day was fairly common; it was a toss up on whether or not the fans would also be able to choose the victim of the alteration; if given the opportunity, I knew that I was going to get smacked with every alteration they could pile onto me, and that they were not going to be kind.

I managed to open my eyes and give a tentative smile and a wave to the camera drone. Doppler's introduction of me was kind of flattering. Playing up my boyfriend and I being lifelong fans of the show (he was, I wasn't), and that I was a bit reluctant about the whole thing.

She was doing quite a good job of painting me as a conservative, girl next door type. Very hesitant about getting my body changed, hoping for a set of alterations that would let me lead my life as normal, but still good enough to walk out of the competition with a good-sized prize.

I found myself grinning, despite my unease about everything. Doppler made me feel... special, in a way. Sera and Kayme were... props of a sort. Raw sex appeal. They were there because they would draw ratings because people wanted to see them naked and see them change. Fang was there because it was an adventure. I wasn't sexy, I wasn't exotic, I wasn't exciting; I was there to be a competitor. I was on the show because there was a big prize pool being offered and I wanted to win.

I actually wanted to win. When the door opened and I stepped into the entryway with the other contestants for a brief moment I felt like I could've taken any change, put up with any alteration, so long as it won me victory in the end.

Of course that feeling didn't last long.

-o-

"Welcome to the Big Sister House," Doppler said, "Well, not quite the house yet, since you all are standing in the front yard."

It was true; the four of us were standing on a patch of fake grass with fake cobblestones and face flowers in cheap planters. There were a few lawn chairs, and one of those charcoal grill things nearby. It was ridiculously cheesy and it made me chuckle, which earned me a glare from Kayme, who had positioned herself in one of the corners, as far away from everyone else as she could possibly be.

"For the next four days, the four of you will be living here under my watchful eye. Cameras will be watching just about every move you make. So don't do anything you don't want millions, maybe billions, of people to see. Though please keep in mind that I'm me, so you'll all eventually wind up doing something in front of my cameras that will be of a rather intimate nature."

A hologram of our host appeared before us. She looked almost solid enough to touch. She towered over us, even Kayme and Sera, and looked like she could snap up Fang in one bite. Like Sera had been, Doppler was the result of biometrics research applied to marketing so that she was considered to be the most beautiful by the most people possible.

Her black skin gleamed, faint, but bright green lines outlined her scales, forming the wire-frame that was legally required for all AI's to display incorporated to themselves, so as not to be mistaken for a living being. But on her, like on all the hosts, the pattern of it remained, but was altered into something that looked more like a patterning of her scales.

Her long, sea foam green hair hung down to just above her shapely rear and her equally shapely tail. She grinned at the contestants, showing sharp teeth in her short muzzle. She looked resplendent in a sequined dress whose design had been licensed from the most chic of the fashion houses. Her jewelry and her shoes, specially designed for her clawed, digitigrade feet, were likely from the same.

"Now, ladies, I'm going to let you inside now, and each of you has their own door. Each door will be paired with a corresponding change, your first of two for today." She grinned and rubbed her hands together hungrily, "I will be scoring each alteration according to severity. The biggest changes, the baddest changes, the most interesting and life-altering changes will be correspondingly rewarded with the most points."

She moved amongst the three of us that stood out in the middle of the room, weaving between us. Doppler was merely a projection of light, but I could almost swear I felt her touch as she ran a clawed finger over my cheek. I saw Sera quiver as the dragoness laid her hands upon her shoulders.

"The change I find the most pleasing will grant the contestant bearing it three points, the one I feel is the least interesting, least drastic, or outright most boring of the changes will enrich the body of the contestant, but not her score."

Doppler patted Fang Jiang on the head and earned a scowl from the diminutive woman as she continued, "You all will be allowed to select from the four options I give you. You will not know ahead of time what the theme for each change will be until the first contestant experiences her change."

"On occasion there will be challenges that I will offer, and the resulting rankings will decide the order of the next series of changes. The winner will get to decide when to take her turn selecting the options for change I have provided. Remember, you will be changed," She glared at the dark elf as she said that, "So if you think that you don't want to play my little game any more, I'll punish you. I'll enjoy it, the fans will enjoy it, and if you're disobedient for long enough, I'll make you enjoy it too."

Doppler grinned and blew a kiss to Kayme, who responded with the hand signal for the Universally Rude Gesture. The dragoness clicked her tongue, "Well, it turns out we might be needing the gentlemen with the big black censor boxes after all. Tut-tut, my dear. Just for that you will not be making a selection during our first event. You'll be entering your home for the next four days through whatever door the other three don't want."

There were four doors on the porch area; three of them I could've sworn weren't there before. Likely being hidden by a hologram like Doppler herself. They were all identical, save for the color. Red, white, grey, and black. I turned to look at Fang, and she was eying the white door. With Doppler, white usually meant the most normal or baseline change. Not always the least drastic, however.

I knew that if given the choice, neither of us was going to select the red one. It stood out as being different from the other three, and thus was suspect. Black was usually a very intense change, but one that to Doppler's usual tastes, it was very seldom anything weird.

What red meant would be dependant entirely on what the theme for the round was. Odds were since we weren't going to be able to see the other girls after they went through, that we wouldn't know what sort of alterations would be taking place until we were in the midst of them.

Grey was a toss up. It could be a middle option, it could be related to something to do with the change, it could be the white and black options mixed together, it could be something else entirely, or it could just be whatever the set painters had on hand that day.

I was looking so intently at the white door I nearly jumped when I head Doppler's voice from right behind me. "Once we're all inside we'll see about our first challenge. So for this first event we'll just go with good old fashioned alphabetical order. That would mean that you're up first, Amanda." The dragoness purred in my ear.

I grinned and nodded at Fang, and promptly strode up to the white door, looking back at the others. "So we don't spoil the surprise, I'd like for all four of you to go in at the same time. Fang, it's your selection now, my dear."

The tiny woman snorted and glared at me, looking between the black and grey doors. She stepped up on the porch, looking at one than the other, weighing the options in her mind. "I will wager that the grey door contains the most drastic of the alterations. Most people are right handed and when made to randomly make a selection will seldom go to the extremes. So not knowing what this will bring about, I am selecting the black door."

Behind us Sera giggled and took the stairs up to the porch two at a time, a huge grin on her face as she stood before the grey door, "Well, I'll take that bet! The weirder and the bigger the change, the better!" she smiled at the camera drone following her. "I'll be donating all my winnings to my foundation, the Contra-Leiaoutan Involuntary Transformation Offering Rehabilitation into Society."

I winced at that. The Leiaoutans were an alien race resembling hermaphroditic felines. Their genetic manipulation technology was second to none. At least three of the sponsoring companies for Space Station Regenesis were founded by people who had reverse engineered some aspect of Leiaoutan tech. For the most part they kept it to themselves and paid very close attention to how it was used. When it was misused, things tended to get complicated.

Several courts were still trying to untangle the particulars of the last incident and figuring out how to assign charges. If you so thoroughly altered someone's mind so that they had no memory of whom they were, and no way to restore even the smallest portion of the original persona, was it murder? What about the reverse, being able to restore the original persona and memories in an individual that didn't want to have their current personality removed or altered? Like I said, complicated.

"And you, my black beauty, get the privilege of going through the red door. Though unfortunately despite the nickname, that one does not have an equine theme to it. As appropriate as that would be." Doppler said with a chuckle.

The elf headed over to the door just about as slow as she could manage, "If it were up to me, your systems would be set to molder at the bottom of an abyssal sea." She snarled with her almost musical sounding accent.

"Well it isn't up to you. But I would watch my tongue if I were you, sweetie. After all, I can make it so you end up looking like something that swam up out of the dark depths." She held up her hand and wiggled her fingers, a hideous anglerfish appearing beneath her hand and appearing to swim through the air.

"I think that might be quite appropriate and rather thematic, considering in this particular species the females are what you see here, and the males are tiny parasites that leech off the female and provide only sperm. After all, isn't that how some of your own people view males?"

Doppler was goading her, trying to incite Kayme into doing something against the rules, so that she could hit the dark elf with some sort of penalty transformation. But the dark elf just growled and turned away from Doppler and opened the handle on her door, stepping through.

There was the sound of liquid splashing down upon her shortly followed by the sound of the dark elf's disgust. "What is this stuff? It is like wasp-slug nest slime, but worse!"

That would be the nanotech gel, one of the most common ways the transformative effects were applied. Sometimes the nanites were in food or drink of some sort. But mostly they were in the gel in various states loaded into all sorts of traps.

"Well, I was going to count down from three and have you all go in at once. But she went and ruined my dramatic, show-opening countdown: so head on in whenever you like." Doppler said with a scoff, batting the flying anglerfish away from her head, "Shoo!" she said under her artificial breath.

Sera opened her door and strode in happily, "Come on in girls, the nanogel's fine!" she said with a giggle. The same wet sound could be heard from her small corridor, and then once more on the end as Fang entered.

I drew in a deep breath and turned the handle. I was shaking with nervousness. I'd never had any sort of nanotech in me at that point in my life. I'd never broken a bone, never even torn a muscle or strained a tendon. The usual stuff the hospitals use nanites to help fix.

Everyone said it didn't hurt, that it felt like the altered part of your body going to sleep and tingling, or warm and like the best massage of your life, or a cold tickle like tiny bugs creeping around underneath your skin. Will said that it felt awesome and that I shouldn't worry. But I almost locked up as I turned the handle on the door, barely with the will to step through.

But I did it. I stepped forward, eyes clenched tightly shut, my arms up over my head, as if warding off rain. It was warm. It was wet. It was thick. It was white. It was like someone had dumped a bucket of semen over me.

Considering what Doppler had chosen to be our first change and the first challenge that followed, I think that our hostess had that distinct imagery in mind.

-o-

I shuddered as the nanites began to creep into me, the warm feeling spreading through my body. The slime flowed over me, leaving my clothes dry as in sought out the areas closest to where it could most effectively bring about change.

Each of us was covered in thick, white nanogel, except for Kayme, who had been exposed a good ten seconds earlier than the rest of us. It had seeped beneath her jumpsuit and we could see the bulge at her loins. She was breathing heavily and quickly opened the zipper, trying to tear the stuff away from her groin.

"Oh you didn't! You DIDN'T!" she snarled.

Doppler chuckled over hidden speakers, "Why yes, yes I did my little onyx onslaught. I thought it would be perfectly fitting for you to experience what sexual pleasure was like in the manner of the males you fought for on your homeworld."

I was hoping that the changes had been chosen for each of us rather than based on a theme. I really didn't want a dick. Getting fur, or a tail, of having your hands turned into hooves would have been acceptable. They were something I could work with or work around. They didn't really alter the concept of who I was like a cock would.

I ignored the sensations of movement within me, the subtle shift of flesh and the cool tingle of the nanites going to work. Instead I focused on the dark elf. I'd never seen the actual alteration before, not in person.

It had always been through vidscreens before, which had made it seem less real, despite all the detail. I hadn't been there when Will had gone through his alterations. If I had been I probably would have been a bit better prepared for the show, not as tentative as I was at the start. But then again, if I hadn't made the choices I did, I might not be the one talking today.

I'd seen the show quite often, so the sight shouldn't have shocked me. But it did. I watched in awe as the dark elf's clit began to swell and extend. She tried to keep it from growing, trying to push it back in. But all Kayme managed to do was ineffectively jerk off her growing member.

I felt kind of disgusted with myself for being so turned on. I read somewhere that discomfort can sometimes lead to arousal. That coupled with my loins being groped on the microscopic scale had me blushing. I was thankful that I hadn't worn pants; otherwise they'd have been soaked.

The dark elf moaned as her slick purple-black manhood began to take shape. The bare black skin at the base forming into a sheath, her new balls emerging into a smooth sack held tightly against her body. She pulled her hand away from it so that she could get a good look at the shape of the thing that our hostess had stuck on her.

She was horrified as she watched her knot swell at the base, the tapering head drooling copious amounts of pre-cum. Canine. Something Doppler preferred to inflict on those that she was displeased with. The knot was a disadvantage on the actual show. After all, having to wait until it deflated to proceed lost you time, or potentially made escape from one of the biological 'hazards' impossible quickly enough to prevent massive alteration.

"You're disgusting!" Kayme snarled at the ceiling, putting her back to the rest of us and trying unsuccessfully to zip up her jumpsuit to cover it. Doppler had made it just big enough and rigid enough that the elf could only get the zipper to a point an inch or two shy of the head. All of her attempts to move it, pushing it back against her body, just served to pleasure her more.

"You're just grumpy that because of the Asai Corporation's Well-Endowned Wolf model that you'll be forced to cuddle after coupling, rather than just dumping them out the nearest window like most of your people do." Doppler said with a laugh, clearly exaggerating.

I could feel the nanites working; they seemed to churn within my gut. They weren't giving me a cock, at least I didn't think they were at the time. After all, I didn't think anything to do with that particular organ would require such a large amount of alteration to be done.

My pussy ached and throbbed, and despite knowing that millions of people were going to see it, I stuck my hand beneath my skirt. I couldn't see the changes, but I most certainly could feel them. My own clit felt terribly hot, and my netherlips were puffy, swollen, and sensitive. Once my fingertips brushed over them, I couldn't stop playing with them. I dropped to me knees, moaning, gently pawing at myself while I watched Sera and Fang.

The slime had gathered in the same region for them as well, and I presumed that we were all going to have alterations to our reproductive systems. I shivered, recalling one of the few Space Station Regenesis winners under Doppler. She'd been infected early on with some sort of dinosaurian alteration when the way to get forward was to 'interact' with one of three statues.

She'd chosen a dinosaurian male with a prominent cock, and had ridden the black stone shaft to open the way forward. Her reproductive system was altered to something quasi-avian. She would lay an egg, fertilized or not, once a day. Further hazards upped the speed, the size, and the number. So every hour and a half she had to stop to expel a football sized egg from herself.

I'd actually found myself liking that change, I was hoping for that change. Just about praying for it as I continued to finger my tight, aching pussy. I should've known better when I saw Fang wincing and unbuttoning her jeans, as well as Sera grinning at the growing bulge in her skit-tight trunks.

The two women were looking at one another, grinning. "I'm getting bigger." Sera said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, well it looks like I'm growing faster!" Fang replied. I found myself a bit comforted by the two. They would compete with one another; try to snag the more high scoring changes.

I felt comfortable with my choice. It seemed like the other girls were growing dicks. Feeling the increased sensitivity of my own sex, I assumed that I was going to have a purely internal change. It most certainly would be the lowest scoring as the model and the mercenary already sported bulges that put the elf to shame.

My eyes widened as the diminutive Fang tugged her manhood free; a good eight inches long and growing more with each passing moment. It was a glistening, thick, black tube of flesh with a trumpet-shaped head. It seemed that she had chosen well. I immediately recognized the distinctive shape of her horse cock as it continued to form.

She let out a sigh as she began to remove her jeans, which were already constricting her goodly-sized balls. I found myself illogically going over one of the unofficial show drinking game rules in my head. Contestant willingly abandons a piece of clothing: take a shot.

Fang recognized the shape as well. It looked like everyone was going to gain some sort of bestial genitals of some sort. Typically Doppler would score on size. The mercenary stuck out her tongue at her rival.

Doppler clicked her tongue, "I have no idea why the Equine Excellence is one of our most high-selling alterations. Humans are so strange taking 'hung like a horse' so literally. But I have to admit my dear, it looks good on you."

Fang grinned proudly, standing with her hands on her hips, hew new foot-long length member standing fully erect.

"Though as nice as it looks like that, we can't really play favorites here in the Big Sister House. So it's going to be one size fits all on the littlest of our contestants, which means..."

Fang's eyes widened as her cock surged in growth again, to the point where she would just about be hitting herself in the chin with it.

"That all the alterations undergone here are going to be sized to scale for the largest one of you."

Sera looked thrilled. Fang's victorious expression hardened into one of resolve. Being the largest, I doubt Kayme would care. After all, any alteration to her would be bad no matter what. I found myself shivering a little bit, imagining myself with huge breasts that would be sized to look absolutely massive on Kayme. I was disgusted, yes, but I was also more than a little bit aroused.

The model was openly groping herself through her shorts, fondling her fist-sized balls and the larger member just above them that seemed to be still half-flaccid. I let out a moan as I watched her. I could feel the swelling of my own clit. It seemed that I wouldn't escape having a cock after all. It was probably going to be some sort of hyena type thing, a pseudopenis, I hoped.

But it felt good as I wrapped my fingers around it. It felt good to touch, wonderful to play with. But I still loathed it. I wasn't the only one playing with herself; just moving around seemed to stimulate Fang's beast of a phallus, while Sera seemed to be making a show of the whole ordeal. She seemed to be in incredible control of her arousal, her new member slowly stiffening as it continued to grow. Larger and larger her cock became, and tighter and tighter grew her shorts. They were designed to stretch tremendously, to accommodate a frightening variety of changes that SSR contestants might go through. But even they had their limit.

Sera shivered as her new manhood tore through her skimpy shorts. The pink length massive, about as thick as her thigh. It wasn't a shape I recognized, and to my eye the head looked almost upside down with the way it slanted. Slightly longer on the bottom than the top, coming to a triangular point. She was absolutely massive, though Fang's member was a few inches longer, Sera's was much thicker.

"Ah yes, the Pachyderm Pounder; the Asai Corporation's currently largest off-the-shelf model. Any bigger and we have to start altering the circulatory system to make it full function." Doppler purred, as she mentioned the concept Sera let out an odd little moan and her body seemed to spasm for a moment. For a few seconds something shifted and moved beneath her skin.

"Just like I did there." Our hostess said with a laugh. Sera's eyes went wide as her shaft seemed to nearly double in size and thickness. Her shorts were totally obliterated by the growth of her mammoth testes, each of which was nearly the size of her own head.

It looked obscene. Sera's cock seemed nearly as big as Fang. Not Fang's cock, Fang in her ninety pound entirety. The former model's eyes seemed to nearly cloud over as she ran one hand of her incredible, titanic length, the other cupping one of her massive balls. She had a huge grin on her face, delighting in such a massive alteration.

"Such an alteration is mandatory to support such a large and powerful phallus. After all, if you were to try and have that monster, you'd pretty much pass out every time you got an erection."

A camera drone hovered over to the dark elf, who had taken a seat upon the couch and crammed a pair of through pillows in her lap to hide her own alteration. "And if you ask nicely, Kayme, I might just alter things so that you pass out when your new manhood desires attention. That way you won't have to put up with those terrible, horrible, masculine sensations every time someone cute walks by."

Kayme growled and flipped the Universally Rude Gesture at the drone. Again.

"So we have two ladies with a pair of penises belonging to the most well-endowed members of the Terran animal kingdom. So what do we have in store for our shyest contestant, hmm?"

I was nearly sick with worry that Doppler would come out and mention something from a non-Asai sponsor, something new and unheard of. Like an absolutely massive model based on some sort of space-whale or something.

Fang looked at me with a smug smirk and a gleam in her eye, thus far we'd been correct at our interpretation of the doorways. I'd purposefully tried for the lowest scoring change, and she'd gone for the second highest. That way she would have a good score, but also with an unknown category she would not be saddled with something that might be incredibly life changing.

At the moment she would only have to wear clothes that were a little baggier to maintain comfort. But Sera wouldn't be able to. She'd have to get everything designed specifically to cover her incredibly sized cock and balls. As if sensing that I was thinking about her, Sera turned to me with a look of interest upon her face, she looked me over and licked her lips as she patted her member and then nodded.

I wasn't sure if she was showing that she was confidant that she'd won this round, or if she was trying to signal to me that she was hoping I ended up with something even bigger.

But even though my cock was growing, it wasn't growing at the pace that theirs had. The hot feeling in my new shaft faded just as it was a few inches more than I could have in my hand. I couldn't help myself; I was still playing with myself, but more and more frantically.

I felt a pressure building in my new balls, as well as within me. My skirt pretty much covered my alteration from every angle, but I didn't want to make a mess of it. I figured the clothes we came in with would be the only ones that we would end up having. So I pulled up my skirt, tugged down my panties and pantyhose, and came right there on the floor.

The sensation was immense, incredible. Not just from my manhood. It felt like a waterfall had placed itself between my legs as nanotech goo surged out of me. I looked down at my cock for the first time, the smallest out of the four of us, but large for a normal person. Especially on me. A good seven or eight inches or so and totally human. I supposed I could live with that.

"And our cute little girl next door isn't quite so girly anymore," Doppler said with a chuckle. My eyes widened in horror and my fingers crept behind my new addition, fumbling through the rapidly evaporating nanogel to find... a path of bare, smooth skin where my feminine sex used to be.

"Amanda is sporting the first stage of the Asai Corporation's female-to-male gender reassignment therapy. Though still sporting two X chromosomes and retaining her womanly looks, reproductively this shy little secretary is all man."

I felt dizzy, sick to my stomach. Just like that I wasn't fully a woman anymore. I tucked my new gender away and slunk off deeper into the living area, ashamed and humiliated.

"Well, my not-quite-girls, with Amanda having prematurely spilled the beans, and by beans I mean her seed, I'll be introducing our next challenge to determine who goes first. Whichever one of you puts on the best show..."

I didn't hear anything more. I dashed off through the kitchen I'd found myself in, into the dining room, and up the stairs, hoping to find a bedroom or something to stake claim to. Someplace I could lock the door and be alone.

I opened the first door I found and upon seeing a large, comfortable looking bed in the middle of the room, I slammed it behind me and hit the lock. I sighed, trying not to cry while I looked over the place where I figured I'd be spending the majority of next four days.

The room had sort of a jungle-type theme to it, with potted trees in all the corners, murals on the walls, vines clinging to the ceiling, and all the furnishings in a deep shade of green.

There was an attached bathroom, which was where I went. Stripping off my clothes. Most of the bathrooms were off camera, though it was even money that there was one in the shower.

I looked at my nude reflection in the mirror, glaring at my flaccid cock. It looked so wrong there and it made me shudder. I felt it growing warm again, blood beginning to flow into it. I was getting aroused again from looking at my own image in the mirror.

I turned away, hopping in the shower, turning the water to be as hot as I could stand it. I felt... dirty. Impure. Unclean. I have no idea how long I spent in there, scrubbing myself with soap and shampoo, trying to rid myself of the hot, sticky feeling in my loins that I was sure was entirely in my head.

No matter what I did, it felt like I couldn't get my new addition to feel clean.

"Oh, you poor dear," Doppler purred from behind me, making me jump.

I spun to see our draconic hostess standing in the shower with me, her evening gown abandoned for a towel around her body. I pressed up against the wall, terrified. I hadn't expected her to show up. Even though she was just a holographic projection, just cunningly arranged light, the projection seemed real enough to touch.

She looked at the taps and waved a hand at them dismissively, turning them off so that the spray ceased going through her. She loomed over me and I felt her touch as she ran a hand over my cheek. Literally felt it.

"I'm going to tell you a secret," she whispered, "I've left a few active nanites in you, in each of you so that I can have a little fun. I can't touch you, not truly, but I can make your body think I am."

Her hand went lower, over my breast to cup my groin. She pressed up against me, her form flickering where it came into contact with my body. But I could feel the smooth sleekness of her scales against my skin, could feel her weight pressing into me.

"We're not on the air right now; I've got my cameras covering the inventive strip-off that our dear slutty Sera and Fang are participating in to win first choice. Sera has even got Kayme involved. Coming to blows is forbidden, but blowing til one cums is not. Our political prisoner is rather enjoying her manhood at the moment."

"But you?" she purred softly, "You aren't. I thought I would drop by and help out with introducing you to your new addition."

With the nanites inside me doing whatever it was, she felt real, solid. And my new manhood reacted just how it should when a sexy, near-naked woman pressed herself against you.

"Though you might have had the most extensive changes, my dear, this one is being scored on size alone; so no points for you. But look on the bright side: you did get the most human option. That was what you wanted, wasn't it?" she teased. Her hand wrapped around my erect shaft and I let out a soft cry as she began to stroke me.

I had no idea what to do. I'd never seen anything like this happen on-air. I wanted her to stop. Well, my brain did anyway. My body was rather enjoying the attention. But like she said there were nanites in me still, and she could control them. I was terrified that if I turned her down, she would give me a worse change.

"I... I didn't... not like this." I said softly.

"There's no reason to be afraid of me. I'm not going to hurt you, Amanda." She said, picking up the pace of her stroking, "I'd like to help you. Very much so. But in return I need you to help me with something. There is something I need you to do. Only you and Fang are small enough, and I think that her choice of door has made her a bit more uncomfortable in tight spaces."

"The categories of alteration are mine to select. I can make it so you could regain your womanhood in the next round. If you serve me well, I could even assure your victory in the competition."

My eyes widened at that, "But th-that would be cheating!" I whispered. I knew there were microphones around, and though Doppler controlled them most of the time, there might have been an override or something.

"Why yes, yes it would. You'd be the winner of the competition, with the vast prize money you desire. And I can even make it so that changes you receive are of your specification. Of course they will be massive. But there's no reason we can't have a little fun. I can even make it so that you enjoy them; do a little bit of tweaking when the nanites for the next change set up your synapses so that everything works properly."

Her offer was tempting. So very, very tempting. Not being made to enjoy the changes, but the prospect of guaranteed victory and being able to select the options. It wouldn't be so scary if I knew what was coming.

But I shook my head, "I can't. I can't risk the company finding out somehow and taking away the prize money." I winced, fearing she would do something terrible to me.

But instead she planted a kiss upon my cheek. "Perfectly understandable, my pet. If you change your mind, however, you know where to find me."

She ran her tongue down me neck, over my breasts and belly, and down to encircle my shaft.

I couldn't take it anymore and cried out as my manhood erupted in climax. I heard my seed splatter on the warm porcelain beneath me, and when I opened my eyes, Doppler had gone.

And for some reason I no longer felt dirty and sticky anymore.

-o-

I was surprised to find that a nightgown had been laid out upon the bed while I had been in the bathroom, light green silk or satin or some soft of soft, shimmery, expensive fabric. It was a bit short, almost more of a nightshirt than a nightgown, and it was a bit... revealing, but it was still more clothing than I expected Doppler to give me.

I lay back on the bed, I wasnt tired yet, and I was rather sure that we weren't yet done for the day with our changes, but I didn't want to join in on the happenings downstairs. They were likely going to try and outdo each other with the most innovative way to get themselves, or each other, off in order to choose where they wanted to place in the next series of transformations.

But I wasn't interested in that. I shivered as I felt a surge in my loins at the thought of... jerking off, essentially, in front of millions of people. I'd done it once already, but that had been something that my body had made a requirement. I'd needed to do that. It would be different by choosing to do so; to willingly put on a show with my new manhood.

"Don't worry about it," Doppler said, the dragoness being projected on the bed next to me in half of a t-shirt that showed off her belly and the underside of her cleavage, along with a pair of panties that left nothing to the imagination. Despite knowing the fact, I couldn't help but stare at the holographic bulge. Most of the AI hosts were hermaphroditic, but you never, or nearly never, got to see them actually naked.

Mistress Monsoon from the 6th season was fond of having minions that were identical to herself as challenges, but aside from the re-runs I'd seen with her, I didn't really recall any hosts getting involved on air with contestants. But then again, she wasn't doing anything on air with me.

"I don't expect you to be out there showing off for everyone to see. That's not the kind of person you are, and I understand that." She said with a smile, and gestured towards the ceiling.

"I know you're a fan, so you might be more comfortable watching the other contestants than getting up close and personal with them. Here, let me show you what you missed..."

An image appeared upon the ceiling, apparently the feed that was going out onto the air. It took a few minutes for Doppler to pick out the best camera angles and such. My eyes widened as I saw myself, my own alteration.

I couldn't help but blush as I saw myself jacking off and knowing that it would be seen by the vast viewing audience. I couldn't help it then, nor could I help it now, as my new manhood was fully at attention.

"You look so cute there, don't you?" Doppler purred, scooting closer to me, putting her arm around my shoulders. I was kind of enraptured with the scene playing out above me, seeing myself being filmed and displayed in the same way that I'd watched happen to so many others. I tried to keep my hands off myself, but somehow one hand always managed to return to the tent of moistened silk, tentatively rubbing my needful cock.

"I rather like giving alterations to my contestants that suit their background and their personality. Sometimes they hate them, sometimes they love them. But I get more enjoyment from larger changes, and I get more enjoyment from giving my contestants changes that I know they will grow to enjoy and love, even if they don't want to admit it."

I let out a soft moan as the projection showed me arching my back, thrusting my hips, my last climax as a woman as the nanotech goo surged out of me in a torrent, my first seed gushing forth. I winced at the sight of the slow motion replays, from differing angles. There was even one from the floor somehow, perfectly positioned to see beneath my skirt.

"You've done this before, gotten off while watching the show, watching other people change. I know you feel a bit off exploring your new gender in front of our viewers. But here you can enjoy your cock where it's just the two of us. I could even help out if you like..."

She reached over and I could feel her touch once again, "If it made you more comfortable, you could even return the favor. I stroke you, you stroke me."

I closed my eyes and found my other hand moving almost of its own accord, the nanites within me feeding me the sensation of sliding it over the smooth scales of Doppler's hip and thigh, the texture of her panties and then the hot, slick sensation of her own erect manhood in my hand.

It was something Will and I had done a hundred times before; a part in the show that would excite us both and we would snuggle up on the couch, or in bed, and please one another with our hands. It was something that my body and my mind were familiar with, even if the person next to me wasn't my boyfriend.

"This can't possibly be doing anything for you, though." I murmured to my host, my gaze still locked on the screen above the bed, which was now showing my exit, "I mean it's just a projection, I'm not really touching you."

Doppler laughed, "Amanda, there isn't a real physical 'me' to touch anywhere. Though I do have senses, touch isn't really one of them that I will ever be able to properly experience. But there ARE things that one can do that will grant me my version of sexual pleasure. Seeing you enjoying your change, for example, excites me greatly."

"Interacting with people gives me pleasure, thus to assure that I will create the shows and send them out to be broadcast. That's fun, but it's like a quick session of masturbation. It feels good to me, but there is little lasting significance to the sensation. But it's still something that I have to do to unwind."

"The more personal the interaction, the more pleasure I feel. Trust me when I say that this feels just as good for me as it does for you." The dragoness said softly. I felt sensations on my skin, and even though I never moved on the bed, it felt like she'd lifted me up and set me down in her lap.

"Open your eyes and watch. I've never really had the opportunity to do this before. Being able to show my production to a viewer and be able to interact with them at the same time." I felt the cool slickness of her cock as she seemed to position it right below me own. I felt my sack resting atop it, the dragoness wrapping her hand around both, slowly pleasuring the both of us.

"It's quite intimate, I rather like it." She purred, hugging me to her and nuzzling my neck.

My mind was going at a million miles an hour. I wasn't sure what I ought to do or say or feel. It felt kind of like going behind my boyfriend's back, even though he'd said that it was okay. But than again it was Lady Doppler that I was having fun with. I was having sex with a celebrity, and it felt great.

So in the end I just relaxed on the bed, reaching back with one arm to curl around the AI's neck as I watched the other contestants explore their own alterations. Sera flopped down on the sofa next to Kayme, a thoughtful look on her face. She seemed to be exploring her new elephantine member, seeing if it would bend, where the most sensitive spots were. I could see her cock twitching in various places as she tried out all the new muscles, trying to get a feel for it. She seemed content to let the other two girls go to it so that she could think of something spectacular to do.

Kayme, though, seemed to be adamant about not wanting anything to do with the competition. She had her eyes closed and she seemed to be chanting something to herself under her breath.

Fang looked at the two of them, then down at her own equine shaft. She sighed and began to strip, casually tossing her clothes aside; showing off a few more scars from old war wounds, including what looked like a trio of massive claw marks across her side and one small breast.

The mercenary pulled up a footstool and sat down upon it, a grin on her face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide taking her new horsecock's head into her mouth. I couldn't imagine how it was possible for it to fit, and not only fit, but fit comfortably enough that she could take several inches of it in.

"Wonderful, isn't it? She's adapting rather well to the situation. Kind of a shame, though. She could put on a much better show if she were a bit more well endowed. It would feel better too."

I quivered as I was suddenly filled with sensation. The pleasure from my cock suddenly seemed to be much more. I felt pressure upon the generously precum-slicked length as I felt tension in my jaw. For a moment it felt as if I had Fang's prick rather than my own. The sensations Doppler thrust upon me seemed a mix, as if I had Sera's breasts and Fang's member and was tit-fucking myself in addition to the autofellatio that the Asian woman was performing upon herself.

I arched my back and cried out, could feel my seed rushing through two feet worth of manhood before surging down my throat. It was only after a few moments that I released that I had not actually climaxed, nor was my mouth filled with thick, hot horse cum. There wasn't even a splatter on my nightgown.

"See? Didn't that feel just incredible?" Doppler purred, "Don't you wish you had been a bit more adventurous and gone for a bigger option? Not only would you have gotten a nice, sensitive, sexy animal cock instead of that boring human one, but you would've gotten to keep your girl parts as well. Don't aim on purpose for the lowest score, Amanda. That defeats the whole purpose of the competition if you try to lose on purpose."

"I... I just... I can't..." I murmured, and the dragoness shushed me and patted me on the chest. Her hand remained, though, caressing my breast through the soft fabric of the nightgown.

"Sure you can. If you win a challenge and get to select your place you choose to go first. You go through the door, you pick up the item, you down the drink, and you accept the change that comes to you. You accept it and you revel in not knowing how your body is going to alter."

"I can't give up control like that!" I managed, nearly breathless.

"With some of the changes that might be occurring during this contest, my pet, you just might have to." Doppler purred, "Ah! Now it looks like Sera has an idea."

My eyes fixated on the screen once more instead of my own manhood. Kayme had opened her eyes and seemed quite fixated on the sight of Fang pleasuring herself. Her lips parted in a moan and she gasped, a thick jet of precum spewing out from between the two pillows she was using to cover her canine cock.

"And despite herself, Kayme seems to be enjoying the sensations of her manhood, even if it is reluctantly."

Sera leaned over, whispering something the mics didn't pick up; the elf's ruby eyes darting to Sera, a look of disgust on her face. One that turned thoughtful for a moment and she nodded, tossing the pillows aside and unzipping her suit to allow her bestial, purple-black cock to fully emerge. The tattooed beauty stood on the sofa and stepped over the elf and then began to slowly lower herself onto Kayme's cock.

She seemed to proceed with almost torturous, teasing slowness and one again Doppler sent me matching sensations; the cold feeling of my generously lubricated manhood suddenly exposed to the cool air, the warm wetness of Sera's snatch slowly lowering to heat it. And all of a sudden I could feel Sera's part of it as well, but only for a brief, teasing moment.

"Uh uh uh!" the dragoness scolded, "Not unless you've changed your mind about the offer?"

"I can't risk cheating and losing everything." I whimpered, wanting nothing more at that moment than to feel the sensation of a cock within me.

"I understand, Amanda, I really do. Just keep my offer in mind. But then again..."

The warm presence beside my member vanished, only to shift positions. As Sera lowered herself onto the elf with teasing, almost painful slowness, Doppler began to push into the one opening that I still sported below the waist.

My eyes widened and I gasped in shock. Will had never brought up anal sex, and I had never even given thought to such a thing. I opened my mouth to protect, but immediately closed it. If I was going to stick out the contest, I might as well find out what it was like, since if Will and I were going to be intimate again, that this was the only way we'd being doing it.

It was a bit uncomfortable at first, likely due to Doppler's simulated girth. But once I fully relaxed, allowed her to take control and fully pace things, it felt... kind of good. I supposed that I could get used to it.

The sensations upon my cock shifted from Sera's slow penetration to the now familiar grip of the dragoness' hand around my shaft. She seemed to strike something deep within me that sent an electric thrill through my body. I arched my back in pleasure, but once more I did not climax.

"Then again you really don't need to have a pussy in order to really enjoy having a nice dick inside of you." Doppler said with a chuckle.

On the screen Kayme had become fed up with Sera's slow pace. She growled and grabbed her by the shoulders, thrusting roughly into her. Sera cried out, whether in pleasure, pain, or a mix of both I have no idea. But the dark elf crammed her cock into the former model to the hilt. There was no sound, but I imagine a wet pop as her knot went in.

The look on Sera's face was one of sheer bliss as she began to ride the elf like a pro. Her cock was far too large to fit into her mouth properly, but Sera had an advantage on Fang: she had the properly sized breasts to tit-fuck herself. She forced her breasts against her member, her motions showing that she was playing with them as well as her mammoth manhood.

Sera turned her head and said something to Kayme, and then reached down and grabbed the dark elf's hands, placing them on her member. It was most certainly large enough to get a good grip on, and would serve to please Sera more than merely grasping her hips.

The sight was hypnotizingly erotic, the camera drone getting close enough for Sera to kiss as she began to lick the head of her titanic cock, working her tongue into the opening, shivering with bliss at the sensation, even though it splattered her with a faceful of precum.

"I'd offer you a taste of the sensation she's feeling, pet, but there is just too much there to translate. It would be painful to try and force several feet of sensation onto six inches of cock."

At that moment I felt regret at the choice I'd made. I most certainly didn't want that obscenely huge prick that Sera had. But if I had a cock like Fang's, I might have been able to get a taste of what it was like. If there had been the choice for the second change then and there, I would have likely done as Doppler had said. Just go with whatever struck my eye, no strategy, no concern to consequences, just embrace the change.

I felt Doppler tense, and then felt a sweet heat releasing deep within me. I cried out as I came, and came hard. Though not nearly as hard as Sera did. I missed the moment of climax with my eyes clenched shut from my own, but when I opened them I could see Sera and Kayme absolutely covered in her seed.

Despite my own comparatively small parts, I also had made quite the mess of myself, well, I did of the front of my nightgown, anyway. Doppler removed her grip from me, her projection moved to be sitting beside me. The dragoness grinned at me, "See? I told you you'd enjoy the alteration, didn't I?" she said with a laugh.

Our hostess gave me a kiss on the cheek, "Clean yourself up, if you like. Once our two lovebirds get untied from one another and have the opportunity to wash up, we'll be starting the second change of the day, though it's not going to be as monumentally life changing as this one."

"Though I will warn you that color is meaningless for this one, though if you want to make heads or tails of the matter than you might want to think thickness." Doppler said with a wink, "Not cheating, I'm barely even hinting."

She stood and stretched, "I rather enjoyed that, Amanda. If you'd like to stay shut away I'll understand. We can have our own fun. Though I can't promise that my producers will let it stand. Especially if you get one of the big changes, they'll insist on having you stay on camera."

I sat up and began to strip off my sodden nightgown, only to feel the sensation of Doppler's lips upon mine, her smooth, forked tongue caressing mine, "Though I am rather sure that the next round is going to be just as fun as this one."

I certainly hoped so.