Even though Tyler and Brian had spent the entire day running all around, their bodies crashed like any other by 4 AM. A full day of work for the two friends was usually more than enough to get them exhausted. However, that Friday also included eating out at a restaurant, picking up several new video games to marathon back at home, and concluded with some of the most intense matches they had ever played online certainly helped exhaust them both. Brian was the first to keel over, his six-foot frame just slumping on the couch right before he could get the winning point in his match. Tyler, of similar height but with far more blond, close-cropped hair, finished the round for him, but found his eyelids as heavy as steel by the time the post-match details popped on the screen.

Despite all of the caffeine they had ingested, and all of the excitement fueling each and every match made no difference. Both young men were effectively dead to the world. Ordinarily this wouldn’t be all that much of a problem, but their slumber masked the fact that their humble little apartment and its furnishings were starting to take on a different shape while the hours passed.

After some time, Tyler finally started to stir in his seat. Some bright lights felt like they were searing his eyeballs even though his eyes were still quite shut. Wincing, he tried to open them as a gigantic roar enveloped him, almost coming from every direction, before he noticed that there were at least several dozen spotlights shining directly on him. Instead of the living room he so expected to see, decked out with an entertainment center surrounded by rather beaten-up beige couches, he saw a gigantic soundstage instead, with a massive audience of hundreds of shadowy masses in front of him. The only thing that was remotely familiar was the off-white loveseat he passed out on, as well as the cream-colored couch that Brian was still sprawled out upon, oblivious to the change in environment.

The brightness of the stage lights made it hard to make out the individual shapes in the crowd, but for whatever reason he could tell that he and Brian were likely the main attraction. They made a wealth of noise, screaming and hollering like an arena filled with felines getting their tails stepped on without end, but not a single one of them made a move forward towards them.  

Still, Tyler didn’t want to be caught unawares. Even with a good 75 feet worth of distance between the potential audience and himself, he knew that he couldn’t just sit there and wait for one of them to potentially pounce. With a quick slide out of his chair and across the soundstage, he frantically tugged at Brian’s arm to wake him back up. 

It took a solid half a minute of rocking until Brian stirred, slowly at first, until a good glimpse at the audience was enough to make him leap upwards and over the back of the couch in shock. “What the hell is going on, Tyler?! This better not be another prank of yours!” 

“Gentlemen, please, let’s not keep everybody waiting any longer,” a sultry voice purred from behind them both. Both Tyler and Brian whipped their heads around to see the potential threat, but what they saw seemed like anything but. She was human at first glance, until they both noticed that her skin had an azure tone to it, as captivating as the ocean waters in the Caribbean. Her skirt and blouse were the cool color of slate, but they had such a sheen to it that they couldn’t tell if it was made of rubber or not. Regardless of that fact, it was like her body was poured right into it. Her hips were wide as a doorway, her ass just as sizable to boot, and her breasts, if they weren’t held firmly in place by her clothing, would easily be the size of melons. 

The strange creature laughed a bit to herself before giving the two confused youngsters a beckoning gesture with her finger. “What’s the matter, guys? Haven’t looked at real beauty before? C’mon, we’re about to start.” Her tail whipped around from behind her, as thin and wiry as can be, and the spade at the end of it flicked towards stage right, where she started walking. She swept her hand through her short violet hair, sweeping it past her foot-long horns that curled backwards with somewhat-menacing tips. Brian let out quite a gulp as he watched her flex her wings a bit, right before reaching a sleek podium that looked as if it had come straight off of a modern game show. “Do you want a written invitation? Fine! Tyler, Brian, get your sorry asses up here unless you want to be disqualified!”

None of it made any sense, but before either one of them could protest they found themselves standing next to the demonic beauty, still wearing the very same t-shirts and jeans from the night before, although they felt almost fresh, as if sent through a wash. “Looks like the bodies are willing but the minds are still a bit slow, darlings. Don’t worry, though, Makeup got you ready while you were all spaced out!”

“Wait a minute,” Brian stammered as he started to feel as if his world was dealt a heavy dose of dream logic, “what is all this? What happened, where are we, and how do you know our names?!

“And what is with your costume?” Tyler always did think a little more with one head rather than the other.

The beauty in front of them quickly spun around to face the mass of shadows that functioned as an audience and snapped her fingers. With that burst of sound the rest of the house lights went out, bathing everything in darkness, save for a sole circle of brightness that spread all over her form. “Why, Brian, it’s simple! You’re both today’s contestants on ‘Reality Check!’” With that said, the crowd in front of the three of them roared once more in excitement, hooting at a feverish pitch as the walls behind them started to light up with neon-blue lights all along the floor and ceiling.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Lilith, your charming, spectacular, and ever-so-modest host! Tonight we have Tyler and Brian, last names just as unimportant as most of the rules, as our lucky contestants!” Two more spotlights bathed the young men in their glow, showing them off. Tyler winced again as the light struck him, although Brian took it in stride. “Just in case anyone watching or playing is new to all of this,” Lilith continued, “the rules are very few and quite simple!”

“In ‘Reality Check,’ contestants go one-at-a-time in each episode and answer simple trivia questions. The more you get right, the more your own dreams come true. If you want changes to your body, to your house, your bank account, your wallet, or even to your own innate abilities or lack thereof, we will make that happen!” The audience, pumped up, started cheering out for Lilith, and she beckoned for more as if she were a conductor and they her orchestra. “Of course, get these supremely easy questions wrong, and then our lovely audience both here and at home get to change you however they want. Miss too many and you might make them really thrilled, much to your own…detriment, shall we say!”

“Don’t we get a say in this at all? The stakes sound a little high and ridiculous, after all, especially if I’m actually still asleep.” Tyler also muttered something else under his breath that was practically inaudible.

Lilith, not skipping a beat, curled the tip of her tail around her finger and brought it to her mouth for an elongated lick, much to the delight of nearly everyone who had a view. “Silly human, we already started. You don’t get a say at all! Question 1: what is the capital of California?”

“That’s an easy one,” Tyler retorted, brimming with confidence throughout every bit of his body. He stood up nice and tall, grinned from ear-to-ear, and puffed out his chest right as he delivered what was surely the correct answer.
“It’s ‘New Zealand!’”

Rather than roaring, the crowd burst out in laughter that was so raucous it could pierce eardrums with ease. “Oh, I’m so sorry, dear, but that’s another country entirely! Looks like the audience is going to get the first crack after all this time around. Beasts and demons, feel free to choose this little one’s fate!”

Tyler glanced over at Brian for help, almost sure he said “Sacramento” instead of otherwise. It was no matter, though, since his pal couldn’t help him in the slightest. He was just standing there, eyes shut and smiling to no end. It was if he was off in his own little world, and even the din from the audience itself and the impending trouble that might befall his friend were unimportant.

“Just relax and enjoy the changes, Tyler. Brian has to wait his turn, after all. It wouldn’t be fair if he was awake enough to help you, right?” Lilith cooed and laughed a bit under her breath, right as Tyler’s skin felt as if it was on fire. 

“Besides, you’ll get just what you wanted, in a way. I mean, you wanted a bit of me, right? I think you’re going to love that the crowd wants you to…shall we say, enjoy the ‘home game’ version.”

With every bit of his body seemingly aflame, Tyler quickly scrambled to get his clothes off as fast as he could. He could barely care about stripping down to his briefs in front of all of those constantly-staring eyes on front of him. As frantically as Tyler ripped off every article of clothing though, there was no actual pain. What he didn’t know was that his body was adapting underneath, his cells starting to work overtime as the desires of those watching started to take hold. Even when he flung his left sock across the stage and was totally exposed, he barely noticed that his hips had curved a bit more outward than before he arrived in the studio, and he had a bit more definition and bulk along the top of his torso than before. In fact, if the audience were to look Tyler from behind, they would go even more wild at all of the additional junk that had suddenly adorned his trunk.

“Looks like you’re a bit confused there, what with your new curves and all! So it’s the perfect time for the next question, isn’t it? This time around, what is the main ingredient in hot chocolate?”

Tyler grit his teeth for a moment, trying to fight through all of the sensations scratching at every nerve in his body. He thought for a while, but spoke out with just as much confidence the first time around. “Teddy Roosevelt V!”

“Oooooh, sorry, love, but not even in the right ballpark. Too bad, so sad, at least you’ll be pretty!” Lilith walked around him and caressed his shoulders, massaging into them a bit. As her elongated magenta-painted nails crept along his skin, Tyler couldn’t hold on any longer and slipped on down to the floor. If all of the sensations weren’t bad enough already, his balls started to feel as constricted as they had ever been in his life, as if gripped by a car compactor. He turned around to grovel at Lilith’s feet and the stilettos she wore, unwittingly showing off the effect to the audience. His briefs, previously gray and uninteresting, shrank down until they were nothing more than a vermillion, latex thong so tight that, even if he had wanted to remove it or even adjust it, it would grip his package and creep up his ass crack without budging in the slightest. The shiny new undergarment framed Tyler’s bubbly ass perfectly, as his forearms and calves suddenly were adorned with rainbow-hued silken bands, as sparkling as fireworks in the middle of the night. No matter how he squirmed everyone watching had an exemplary view of his backside and package, the latter seemingly getting a bit larger as he struggled, whispering for Lilith for help.

“What’s the matter, little guy? You can’t stop now, Tyler, you’ve got more questions to answer! The only way is to get them right, so you better think long and hard or else you’re only going to get sexier!” The succubus winked at the crowd, right before pulling up a small pipe from her podium and taking a nice long drag on the mixture inside the unseen hookah within. “But first, time for a Lightning Round! Several questions in quick succession, Tyler! Let’s see if you can get back in the game…or at least into some less sexy pants!”

Struggle as he might, each and every one of the questions were too much for him. One after another were easier than the one that preceded it, but even if his brain deduced the right answer it barely reached his mouth like some twisted personal game of Telephone. Lilith was clearly having as much fun as the audience, though, barely giving Tyler any time between questions. His first miss had a fairly light punishment, mostly an instant manicure and pedicure, with his fingernails sporting a crimson shade that would look most fitting on a sports car, while his toes were just as rainbow-colored and spectacular as his silky bands. 

Then it was time for Tyler’s thighs. They thickened considerably, going from those more fitting for a casual jogger to those fitting a professional body builder, nearly three times as thick as his arms. The mistakes kept coming though, and soon Tyler was covered in piercings, from the emerald bars that adorned his nipples to the rainbow assortment that adorned the his nose from nostrils to bridge, the rainbow variety all along his ears and all across his eyebrows,  and wrapping up with the sunshine-yellow snakebites and tongue stud. His hair was next to go, his blond strands elongating to the point where they reached down to his slender shoulders, slicked back on the top in such a vibrant hot pink it could practically radiate heat.

His last two misses were of the most importance, though. The crowd took a shining to the new look and their expectations grew, to the point where they focused on his face and head all the more. His nose grew a bit more slender like his torso, giving him as close to a feminine look as possible. Further, the audience loved the look so much they thought some permanent mascara and eyeshadow should adorn Tyler’s face, so even if he could have a massive comeback he would always have those marks to remind him. As the poor contestant slipped out his tongue to moisten his lips, he soon found that it was a deep royal blue color, far longer than before. If he wanted to lick down to the top of his chest, he could with relative ease. Tyler’s own vocal chords started to tighten up and result in a far higher-pitched voice than before. If anyone tuned in now they could have sworn that he was more female than male, and the crowd loved every bit of it. He was practically Lilith without the tail, wings, and horn, although he would need cerulean colored skin and breasts to look the full part.

Still, the audience wasn’t going to necessarily give him everything.  Rather than changing his human skin tone, as pale as it was, they adorned it with a tattoo that looked more akin to an armband, thick outer lines encompassing an ornate pattern in between. What’s more, the faceless masses felt it fitting to place a heart tattoo right above Tyler’s bulge, as if the plump, rotund protuberance wasn’t easy enough to see already. Last but not least, they made sure to make an elongated, tribalesque tattoo that stretch from his left cheek to his rightmost one on his rump. From the way it trailed down into the unknown, obscured by the faintest bit of purple latex that covered his crack, it was all but assured the tattoo sank inward around his asshole as well.

While Tyler was recovering, panting and huffing as if in the middle of a masturbation session, Lilith walked around the lad and turned him around to the audience, coaxing him to bend over. With a quick flick of her finger she let everyone know that, yes, his boypussy was just as branded as they had hoped. The cameras, previously hidden all throughout the studio, quickly rushed forward from all corners with just as much enthusiasm as the screams rippling from the live audience. Undoubtedly they got multiple angles and shots for all the beasts following along at home. All of a sudden, though, a gigantic buzzer rang from out of nowhere, causing Lilith to sigh while prompting the assemblage of shadows to calm down.

“Is it that time already? Final question then for our brave contestant! And, just to be fair, let’s make this worthwhile! Get this one right, sugar, and you go back to the way you were when you started, much to their chagrin…but you also wind up with a few extra desires granted in your favor, of your choice, of course! Get it wrong, however, and you are theirs, theirs, theirs, and I can’t say they will be kind!”

“Mmmm,” Tyler hummed, neither confirming nor declining the offer. It was almost a hum of satisfaction, as his mind started to get used to all of the changes. 

“Complacency is fun, isn’t it? Alright, last question for this one! For the form you will take for the rest of your life, what is your name?”

Lilith took another drag from her hookah, puffing some smoke rings around Tyler as he tried to remember the five letters, in order, that made up his name. His memory was failing him, barely even registering what he was supposed to be thinking about, much less what answer he could give. Hell, he could barely remember the question by now. His name fluttered on the tip of his tongue, almost reflexively after 25 years of using it constantly.

“Mustard!”

Lilith sighed and shook her head in the negative, moving it slowly from side-to-side as she gave him a firm hug. Her breasts snuggled up against his arm as she apologized, slipping her pip into his mouth for a few deep breaths. “What a shame, folks! Tyler couldn’t remember his name by the end. Well, audience, that means whatever you want him to be is up to you! Would you like to keep Tyler the flashy, slutty little feminine wonder he is right now, capable of turning heads and practically being an incubus in his own right, or will you take him to the extremes? Choose wisely, and we’ll start on him in just a moment!”

Turning her back on the crowd in the studio and at home, she massaged Tyler’s smooth chest, fingers gliding along his new nipple piercings, as she kept feeding him her pipe. The concoction within was appealing to Tyler, and he didn’t want to stop breathing it in and puffing it out in failed attempts at rings. “Good boy, get all relaxed now. That special blend is going to make everything they do to you feel orgasmic…and who knows, you may need and have a few more of them, right before they…ooops, no spoilers!”

The azure succubus, standing nice and tall, practically lording over Tyler at this point by an extra foo rot so in height, slipped her finger along his plush, soft lips. “Time to make you more interesting, just like the entire world wants!” Lilith slipped behind Tyler once more, presenting his bare ass once more with another flick of her finger. This time, though, hse took in a huge drag on her pipe as she then demonstrated how much smoke she could hold within. As she spent a few minutes blowing out constantly, blowing out well over a baker’s dozen of smoke rings without any hesitation, the rest of Tyler’s skin started to take on a rainbow hue, various thick stripes of red, orange, yellow and so forth adorning his body. 

Just as the semi-nude femboy was starting to lose his hair as it melded into his scalp for additional color, Lilith took another massive drag, parted Tyler’s cheeks, and blew all of the collected smoke from her lungs deep into his nethers. His body started to thicken considerably, but rather than just growing outward to his sides, he also elongated and gained some height. All of that excess air within him started to weigh him down for some odd reason, and soon enough he felt his arms and legs come together, sticking to the sides of his body. In fact, the entirety of his skin was getting all the stickier and rotund, plumping up all round until it started to lose its distinctive humanoid looks.

Save for the tattoos that still adorned his body, Tyler looked entirely more segmented, like a massive worm. His feet and  face lost all of their defining qualities and were now flat and featureless. The rest of his body started to shine as brightly as the armbands and legbands he was forced to wear, every bit of him shimmering like stars in the evening sky. Lilith, having finished blowing into him a while ago, walked along his entire new body, all twenty extended feet worth of it, as it coiled and stood upright, right before she gave it an extended lick.

“I guess this one’s just about as sweet as the rest of my audience now. You all have such amazing taste, although I dare to say that Tyler, with all of his quivering, has the best taste of all!” Lilith may have joked, but every slight touch against his skin, now entirely as gummy as the candy worms he so enjoyed, made him want to cum up a storm if he were still capable. Unfortunately, that ability was taken away very early in the process, and all of his various twitches and squirming around were his only forms of ‘release’, a slight tinge of satisfaction against a titanic wave of unending pleasure. 

“You know what, ladies and gents,” Lilith inquired as she snapped her well-manicured fingers in Brian’s direction, “how about we welcome our next guest quietly? After all, Tyler still has yet to leave the stage and all!” The hostess slipped behind Brian as he started to come-to, curled her tail around his leg, and gently pushed him forward, right towards the delicious treat that towered above them. 

“Before we start your round of fun and amusing questions, Brian, how about a nice snack first? You should give it a huge embrace!”

Still half-asleep from the magically-induced break, his brain couldn’t find any reason in particular to disobey. Half of it still felt like it was dreaming, after all, because he had never encountered a massive gummy treat like this one throughout his entire life. Still, he did as he was told, like he would do around Tyler whenever Brian felt a bit too undetermined about something. His arms reached out then clasped around the sugary behemoth, giving it bear hug like it was a long-lost reunion with a beloved relative.

That grip was too much for Tyler to bear. Every millimeter of his body was wracked with bliss, every cell on overload. All he could do was quiver wildly, as if he was more bucking bronco than a mammoth-sized stationary confection. When Brian’s tongue lapped along Tyler’s surface, though, that was too much. He exploded instantaneously, leaving his friend to topple onto the floor. Hundreds of thousands of miniature gummy worm versions of Tyler, without the sentience, rained down all over the stage and the audience’s seats. Brian lucked out, falling softly upon a bed of them as they cascaded down around him.

A few wound up landing in his mouth as he lay there, flabbergasted at what had just happened. After a few chews and some gulps, the berry-flavored snack slipped down his throat. A few seconds later, though, the new contestant whined and flipped over onto his front while gripping along the mound of candy beneath him.

It was hard to discern due to the crowd being whipped up into a frenzy and Brian trying to mask whatever was going on, but a few things were for certain. For whatever reason, he was trying to bury his face in the pile of treats out of embarrassment, and his hips were pounding into the pile with ferocity as well.

“Why, everyone, give it up for Brian!” Lilith started applauding as she took a seat right next to him on the gigantic mound of what used to be his friend, right as she jutted her arm out all of a sudden and groped Brian’s manhood while he slowed his pounding between his pelvis and the candy. “He’s our first contestant ever to cream himself like a horse just by eating a single piece of candy!”

The lad just tried to bury himself down further into the pile of sweets, but it was no use. As much as he not wanted to be in the limelight it was literally shone all over his body, the production staff making sure to focus solely on him on his bed of snacks. As he tried to flip over and free himself from Lilith’s grip, he couldn’t help but breathe in deeply; all of that effort was straining his body some, especially after having an orgasm so great he would have ordinarily passed out instead. Never one to miss such an opportunity, Lilith slid along the floor with her prey, gummy worms slipping into her cleavage much to the ecstatic cries of the audience, right as he slipped a few out and tossed them right down the back of Brian’s throat.

With his only options being to swallow or to choke, the brunette boy had little other choice. He cried out with such a high-pitch some figures in the audience held their ears, but the show he put on was nothing short of stunning. The bulge in his pants made the denim tent upwards as if he were hung like a stallion, and soon it grew a darker shade of navy. Brian lurched forward as fast as lightning snaps along the ground as he came, his mouth agape at the process. Lilith, not being one to waste the opportunity, repeated her candy flinging down his orifice until he finally had enough sense to place his hands over his mouth, some half-a-dozen massive ejaculations later. By that point both his pant legs were soaked down to his stylish sneakers, the excess still dribbling out and all along the confections and floor beneath him.

“As much as I would love to do this all night long,” Lilith slithered around to face the audience, making sure they got a fine view of her derriere first before crossing her legs, “we need to get the show on the road. While I go help the audience enjoy the fruits of their labors, Brian, give me any boy’s name that comes to mind.”

“Chair!” Brian practically yelled at the top of his lungs, hands still blocking his mouth just in case Lilith was going to get him to explosively cum once more. Luckily, she was too preoccupied helping shovel all of the extra candy across the stage into the audience rafters. Still, she was only too happy to let Brian know of his folly, and that the punishments were about to begin.

No matter how much he tried, Brian felt like he was fighting a losing battle. The three following questions he attempted to answer all resulted in utter failures. Tongue at the ready, answer right at the quick, neither made any difference when he opened his mouth. The phonemes he wanted were right there in front of him, and even as he tried to put them in order they would somehow get garbled as they leapt from his throat, or wind up misplaced once finally uttered.  

However, it didn’t matter much. Like Tyler before him, he was entirely up to someone else’s mercy. The crowd seemed to enjoy the fact that the two friends were nearly polar opposites when it came to sexuality. In fact, as much as Tyler made light of his many conquests and sexual sojourns over the years, Brian was more reticent about the whole lot. While no less handsome or physically built than his friend, he always put other important things first, from academics to job hunting. He was sexually active, but without experimenting as much as Tyler, he felt that he was as vanilla as they come.

Still, the audience enacted its will on Brian. They were certainly keeping with a theme in this episode, opting to let his clothes fade away into nothingness, fading out of existence in an almost cartoonish fashion. The unfortunate human flailed around in an attempt to cover up his manhood which, to his surprise, was quite a bit bigger than before, nearly six inches flaccid where he used to barely reach that length while ragingly erect. Still, his fanned-out fingers and hand couldn’t prevent the audience to catch a glimpse of his new manhood, especially as it started to grow downward towards the floor. As it twitched and arced upward, growing all the more tumescent, it easily surged down to a foot long in length, more than enough to give everyone so much of an eyeful they could envision it perfectly  for weeks straight if they wished.

Lilith stared on and laughed, nibbling on one of the last remaining bits of Tyler as slowly as possible, as Brian started to get new clothing. His second and third misses afforded him the opportunity to wear things again, but this time the clothing was far more feminine and colorful. It slinked around his entire body, hugging his lack of curves and adding more contours along the hips and legs as his vibrant ruby loincloth came into being. It was held together by four golden rings that circled around his hips, leaving space between them, as the red silk draped down in the front and back, well below his knees but barely covering half of his backside.  He turned around to get a better view, and in so doing showed off to the audience that, yes, he was still that erect and perhaps that cloth didn’t cover much of his loin after all.

Not like it would matter all that much, anyway. A scant bit of extra cloth materialized around his neck and shoulders, as loose and billowy as could be, as various gold and silver arm bands and anklets started to appear all over his body. Wrists, ankles, upper arms, even his thigh started to be covered in them, from as little as one so high up on his left thigh it would take the jaws of life to remove, to as many as eight dangling around his arms. Every time he moved he jingled as the metal collided, the tribal script written into every piece sparkling in an ethereal manner.

The fourth and fifth questions went no better for Brian. They came in quick succession and it truly was a losing battle. He was down to blurting out monosyllabic replies, not anywhere close to the right answer. The changes this time around though were a bit less pronounced. It wasn’t anything major, but Brian’s hair turned a snowy shade of white atop his head and all along his body. As his brunette locks lost their hue, that very same dark brown seemed to imprint itself all along his feminine frame, snaking from his shoulders and down his chest, leaving everywhere it dribbled and sank along his skin with an intricate pattern of tribal symbols and markings that would have taken weeks to print onto him otherwise.

But, just as the color draining from his hair didn’t just stop at his scalp, soon it started to happen to the rest of his body. His skin grew devoid of any and all hue at all, leaving only a white pallor that could have let him blend in perfectly into a snowstorm. He started to freak out a bit at first, but every quick movement in shock lead to him thrusting his loincloth back down. Every movement he made was likely to expose his private parts to the crowd, embarrassing him further. 

“What’s the matter, dear? Don’t tell us you’ve gone all shy now! I thought you would realize that we’re not really big on ‘modesty’ down here.” Lilith pointed to her skirt as an example, itself cut so sheer that, even had she been wearing underwear, it would leave very little to the imagination. “Just two more questions left in the case you skunk the game like your friend Tyler! Let’s not follow in his footsteps exactly, right?”

Lilith snaked her fingers along Brian’s cheek, rubbing her digits together afterwards before licking them. “Mmmm! Anyway, sweetie, what’s the name of this show?”

“Who Wants to Win a Marker?” A few snickers from the audience, but that was the best Brian got for his efforts.

“Close but no cigar! No puffing on my little contraption for you, though. We’re going to keep you very nearly as pure as you are this time around. That is, save for a little of this and a whole lot of that!”

Out of the blue, Brian’s skin felt as if it was way too tight for the rest of his body. It was a strange sensation, as if overstuffing a beach ball, and it started infiltrating every nook and cranny of his skin. He suddenly found it a lot harder to move, his weight growing all the more massive but without visibly adding a single pound on him. It was as if the atmosphere itself was pressing down upon him, and it took nearly all of the energy he had to not only stay standing upright. Shocked at the excess heft and lack of color, Brian struggled to touch along his arm, only to find that his skin stuck to his fingertips as he pulled his hand away. Strings of crème clung to his finger as a familiar scent of vanilla and sugar filled his nostrils as he breathed in. 

Before he could confirm what he suspected, the audience gave him their own form of a massive hint. Soon enough the crowd coupled Brian’s newfound heft along with an intense need between his legs. Before he knew it he could feel his loincloth snap upwards in surprise, glued tightly to wherever it came in contact along his chest. Brian’s cock, now on full display and throbbing like an animal in heat, began shooting pure marshmallow crème all along the floor. As the entire studio was overwhelmed with the perfume of pure vanilla, Brian noticed that his need to release wasn’t slowing down any. All of this exposure to a public crowd was driving him wild, and he couldn’t tell if it was his own desires or those that were thrust upon him.

No matter what, a few things were certain. First, he was likely going to keep on squirting out his saccharine load without any end in sight. The fact that it didn’t alleviate any of his internal heat, or any of the pressure being smacked all around his body, did not help him in the slightest. Further, he felt an additional discomfort around his midsection around the same time, and found that the only way that could be slightly relieved was through belching. Each release caused a small white vapor to leave his mouth, flittering away into the air, as his eruptions were so loud they nearly drowned out the audience. As much as he tried to keep up with the bloating from within, though, there were moments where his mouth could not keep up, thereby leaving his rear end to fill in where necessary. Soon enough, both front and back ends of his loin cloth had adhered to his marshmallow body, as he shared more confectionary vapor and cream all throughout the studio.

“You little sneaks!” Lilith chimed in, as she got on her knees and took a mouthful of a lick across Brian’s backside. If he were able he would have nearly jumped in shock, but his unseen girth kept him rigidly in place. However, he did spurt out his new sugary seed with a newfound enthusiasm. “That’s quite imaginative, but so boring! He can feel himself gaining nearly two additional tons, sure, but what’s there for the rest of you to see other than his horny nature? Tsk, tsk, I’m claiming final rights on the wish for Brian…so long as he gets this one wrong, that is.”

“So what do you say, Brian? Are you ready for this very last question?” She turned to him, bent over while facing the audience, and stroked her tail right underneath his chin just as he shot his cream once more between her legs.

“M..urp…ayb…urrrrrp…aybe?”

Stunned, Lilith looked off to the corner of the studio, nearly as pitch-black as the audience. “Judges? What’s the call on that one?” The entire stage stood in near-silence (all except for Brian’s intestinal outbursts) for a moment before a piercing buzzer snapped through the air. “Ohhhhh, I’m so sorry, Brian! You were so very close, too. We were looking for ‘yes.’ It’s okay, though.” She paused suddenly, only to turn around and give a massive wink to the audience. “You’re in my hands now!”

Before he could protest, Brian swore that Lilith was standing a few inches taller than before. In fact, he could have sworn he was nearly staring right into her eyes before the room started to sway around him. It took a few more seconds, by the time his neck had to crane upward to even see Lilith’s face rather than her hips, did he realize that he was actually shrinking. As Brian felt the floor quickly rise up to meet him, he felt a quick burst of sugar splurt outwards from the very end of his spine. It knocked the back half of his loincloth out of the way and kept it held down above his ample ass as a long, wiry tail flitted around behind Brian. His ears lengthened quickly and moved upwards towards the top of his head, all the while his arms and legs took on more of a mousey shape. They tucked away underneath his profound belly as he fell onto all fours, his nose and mouth slightly elongating as he lost all previous signs of being human.

By now, Brian was a gaseous little rodent surrounded by a previously-fitting loincloth and jewelry strewn about on the floor. While Brian was relatively happy with this final change, considering the fact that he still had the capability to think, but he was just ready for it all to be over. Undoubtedly he would wake back up any moment or, failing that, be taken backstage, see Tyler again, and wind up being changed back and given some parting prizes of some sort.

Just as the little pest was fathoming the possibilities, he felt his new body instinctively tell him to start running. He could barely conceive why, until he noticed that only one of Lilith’s feet was still on the ground in front of him. Looking upwards at the incoming shadow, he saw the underside of the succubus’s high-heeled shoes looming over his helpless self. As much as he wanted to move, though, he was completely unable. She had planned for this after the audience’s last whim, and Lilith was more than happy to keep her foot up just several inches above him for dramatic effect.

Fortunately for Brian, he barely felt a thing as Lilith’s toes crushed him with a sudden stamp. The rest of the studio, however, did not necessarily fare as well. They couldn’t hear the mouse being smashed into the floor, as the sudden roaring of an incoming tidal wave of marshmallow crème and spooge rushed towards the unseen audience. The video feed captured it all, washing over every single seat and so thoroughly soaking every shadowy figure within that they would take nearly a week of bathing to the sugary gunk out of their hides. The thousands of gallons of marshmallow that Brian housed within him, enough to completely fill a supermarket from floors to rafters, came rushing out. The fact that Lilith decreased his size didn’t affect his massive stores of sticky candy within, and she and the rest of the occupants of the studio were awash in fluffy, clingy layers of marshmallow, easily reaching several feet off of the floor.

Sitting on top of the largest mound of Brian’s delicious fluids, Lilith simply crossed her legs for whoever was left watching at home and in the live audience. Most had regained consciousness, and their ear-splitting roars of approval nearly shook the neon-lit stage all around her. Above her shoulders hovered two small, brilliant shards of purple light, as vivid as orchids, as she petted them both before slipping them into her cleavage and out of sight.

“Well, I guess we’re out of time for today’s episode! Tune in tomorrow when we give three friends the species changes they had always wanted yet never realized they could have, amongst other things! This is your host, Lilith, with a reminder that if you’re going to gather some souls, it’s best to do it with style! GOOD NIGHT!” 

With a kiss blown towards the audience and the theme music kicking in, the lights all about the stage went out. All of the other sounds other than the jaunty melody ceased immediately, with only two faint mauve lights remaining, growing all the more dim as they floated chest-level towards the only exit behind the set.

“Hope you two boys had fun tonight! We’ll check the ratings later, but if they’re as good as I thought, you’re going to be my playthings for a few millennia at least.”