Transformation Survivor

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Transformation Survivor v1.0 by Blueballs 18+ Only This is a game which takes a list of character names, randomly tfs them one by one, then declares a winner. It's designed to be used for fun in Discord communities and suchlike. All transformations are into either male forms or gender-ambiguous ones. Some transformations contain sexual content. The transformation scenes are a group collaboration. Scenes from people who wanted credit will have their username at the end of the tf. Scenes without credit are either from Blueballs or from contributors who asked to remain anonymous. You have full permission to download this game and edit it using Twine to add to it or change anything you like in any way. Just give credit to the original version if you do. [[Set Characters]] Contributors: Proteansc Furpower Chanx <<set $players to []>> <<set $episode to 1>> <<set $emotions to ["happy", "confident", "smug", "guilty", "horny", "nervous"]>>

You need at least four players to begin. All players are assumed humanoid and male at the start of play. <<if $players.length is 0>> No players set. <<else>> Players: <<for _i = 0; _i < $players.length; _i++>> $players[_i].name is a $players[_i].gender $players[_i].species <</for>><</if>> <<if $players.length > 3>> [[Begin]] <</if>> The character will be shown like "Example is a male dog" Name <<textbox "_input1" "Example" autofocus>> Gender <<textbox "_input2" "male">> Species <<textbox "_input3" "dog">> Allowed Changes <<listbox "_input4" autoselect>> <<option "All">> <<option "Animate">> <<option "Inanimate">> <</listbox>> <<button "Add Player">> <<run $players.push({name: _input1, gender: _input2, species: _input3, change: _input4})>> <<goto "Set Characters">> <</button>> <<if $players.length > 3>> [[Begin]] <</if>>

<<if $players.length > 1>> Welcome to Episode $episode of Transformation Survivor! The current players are: <<for _i = 0; _i < $players.length; _i++>> $players[_i].name, a $players[_i].gender $players[_i].species <</for>> The first part of the episode is the physical contest! [[Contest]] <<else>> <<set $eliminateduser to $players.pluck()>> <<set $eliminated to $eliminateduser.name>> The winner is $eliminated! They win a $10 gift voucher to Olive Garden. The End. <</if>>

<<if $change == "Animate">> <<set $list to Story.lookup("tags", "animal")>> <<set $chosen to $list.pluck().title>> $chosen <<goto $chosen>> <<elseif $change == "Inanimate">> <<set $list to Story.lookup("tags", "inanimate")>> <<set $chosen to $list.pluck().title>> $chosen <<goto $chosen>> <<else>> <<set $list to Story.lookup("tags", "all")>> <<set $chosen to $list.pluck().title>> $chosen <<goto $chosen>> <</if>>

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Dog". The change starts immediately, $eliminated's hands clenching and shifting as dark pawpads form on the palms. Fur begins to grow all across his body, soft and golden and shiny. He stumbles, falling forward onto all fours as his body shifts and changes, muscles adjusting, bones reshaping for a quadrupedal stance. His pants are pushed down by the growing bulk of his fluffy golden tail, which wags eagerly, while his tongue flops from his muzzle. He feels like he should be shocked, worried about these changes, but instead a blissful, stupid happiness is swelling inside his brain. With every wag of his tail, he feels a growing desire to run, to play, to roll in the mud. He shakes himself, climbing out of his clothes as his ears flop to the sides of his head. His memories fade, brain getting stupider, but happier. He sniffs the air, spins and chases his tail, and barks long, low and gleefully. With one final shudder of utter bliss, his old life disappears completely, leaving nothing on stage but a big, dumb and extremely happy dog. A cheerful older man comes on stage and clips a collar around $eliminated's neck. $eliminated bounces up, sniffing and nuzzling his new master as he obediently follows him off stage and to his new life. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Cat". The moment it clicks into place, $eliminated's back arches, and a soft purr rises from deep in their throat. Their spine elongates, forcing them onto all fours as fur begins to sprout all over their body, a soft mix of black and white patches. Their fingers flex, nails sharpening into retractable claws, perfect for climbing and pouncing. They feel an itch behind their ear, and without thinking, they lift a paw to scratch it, their new tail flicking back and forth with growing curiosity. The world feels different, smells sharper, sounds clearer, and their mind becomes focused on simple, primal things. Napping in the sun, catching small creatures, and, most of all, being the center of attention. The transformation is almost complete, but any lingering human thoughts are quickly replaced by the natural aloofness of a cat. They saunter around the stage, their gait sleek and graceful, eyes half-closed in disinterest as they flick their tail lazily. A wealthy man in a business suit walks on stage, and holds out a jeweled collar. $eliminated struts over, rubbing against his legs before happily following him off stage, to a life of pampering and long, lazy naps. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Balloon". The air in the room seems to change as $eliminated’s body suddenly feels light, their feet lifting off the ground. Their skin stretches taut as a strange tingling sensation spreads through their limbs, now puffing up like they’re filled with air. Their legs and arms plump up, becoming rounder and rounder, until they can no longer bend at the joints. The feeling is hot, intense and pleasurable, their skin ultra sensitive, swollen and tight. They try to speak, but their voice comes out as a high-pitched squeak, their face puffing up into a smooth, glossy surface. Their mind is filled with blissful, brainless joy. The tighter their skin feels, the more their thoughts float away. Soon they don't even remember who they were or why they should be worried. All they know is a joyful sense of airheaded bliss. Their body rounds out completely, limbs sinking away, transforming into a giant, colorful rubber balloon. No thoughts, just the blissful feeling of being light and carefree, floating in the air. The last vestiges of their human mind are replaced by the instinct to rise, to drift away. A cheerful man in a mascot suit walks onto the stage, grabs the string now tied to $eliminated's base, and leads them offstage, where they will bob along cheerfully in the breeze for the rest of their days. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Chicken". The transformation starts immediately. $eliminated’s arms flap uncontrollably as their bones shrink, feathers bursting through their skin in patches of white and brown. Their fingers fuse together as they change into useless small wings, and they awkwardly wobble forward as their feet stretch into talons, each toe clacking on the stage floor. They feel a strange warmth spread through their body as a plump, round belly pushes against their shirt, which rips apart from the sudden bulk. Their nose and mouth fuse into a pointed beak that lets out a loud squawk, catching them by surprise. With each passing moment, their thoughts get simpler. Images of seeds, bugs, and the need to peck at the ground fill their mind. Their head jerks to the side with sharp, birdlike movements, and they begin scratching at the floor, pecking the ground, completely unaware of how ridiculous they must look. Their mind is now focused on only one thing: clucking and scratching. A farmer walks on stage, holding a small basket of corn. With a wave of his hand, $eliminated eagerly follows him, bobbing their head and letting out a series of content clucks, as they are led away to their new life in the coop. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Draft Horse". Immediately, $eliminated’s body surges with power, their muscles expanding and rippling under their skin. They stumble back as their legs grow thick and strong, shifting into massive hooves that clomp heavily on the stage. Their chest barrels out, deep and broad, as sleek brown fur spreads across their now-enormous body. They feel their spine lengthen, a long, black tail swishing behind them. Their face stretches forward into a strong, equine muzzle, teeth flattening into ones designed for chewing grass and hay. With every breath, their nostrils flare, filling their lungs with the scent of soil and sweat. In their mind, thoughts of working the land begin to crowd out everything else. Plowing fields, pulling heavy loads, the satisfying strain of muscle and sinew as they work from dawn till dusk. The thought of working and straining their body is intensely pleasurable, exciting, making a growing flared equine cock that is forming between their legs throb and drip with pre. Their hands clench into solid hooves and scrape the ground eagerly. They snort, their breath misting the cool air, as the overwhelming need to toil under the hot sun floods their mind. No longer able to think of anything but working, they stomp in place, their massive frame quivering with anticipation. A hairy, barefoot farmer walks onto the stage, a weathered grin on his face as he whistles for his new workhorse. $eliminated follows him willingly, massive hooves clomping on the floor, their powerful body ready to pull the plow through the fields for the rest of their days. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Sheep". The change starts softly, $eliminated's body becoming smaller and rounder as thick, fluffy wool starts growing over their skin, forming a soft white coat. Their ears stretch out, flopping nervously to the sides of their head as their legs bend, shifting into short, delicate hooves. Their nose and mouth push forward into a small muzzle, and they blink with wide, innocent eyes. Their once-steady hands curl inward, transforming into dainty hooves. With each step, they feel more skittish, a timid baa escaping their lips. Their mind fogs with thoughts of following, of staying close to the flock where it’s safe. They feel a powerful need to conform, to blend in, to follow the lead of whoever tells them what to do. Their heart races as a musky scent fills the air, and they turn to see a massive, imposing anthropomorphic ram stride onto the stage. His thick wool practically bristles with dominance, control and masculine power, and $eliminated feels an overwhelming urge to lower their head, to submit to his presence. Every thought is now filled with the need to obey, to follow him wherever he goes, to do everything he commands. The ram’s eyes lock onto $eliminated, and they immediately shuffle after him, their wool brushing against his as they leave the stage, ready to follow his every order, content in their new role in the flock. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Goat". Almost immediately, $eliminated’s legs wobble as their feet transform into cloven hooves, their balance shifting as they stumble forward. Their arms shrink and curl in, elbows locking awkwardly at their sides as big, spiraling horns sprout from their head, growing heavy and pulling them off-balance. Their body grows smaller, but stocky, covered in scruffy brown fur as a tiny tail flicks nervously behind them. Their once-steady vision spins as their eyes turn wide and glassy, always darting around in confusion. They can't help but bleat in a high-pitched, goofy tone as they bump into a nearby prop, their clumsy hooves clattering as they topple to the floor. They try to stand, only to wobble and fall again, their big horns throwing off their balance entirely. Laughter fills the air, and they feel their cheeks burn with embarrassment, but it’s mixed with a strange thrill. They try to stand tall, only to trip and flop over again, the audience laughing even louder. Their heart races, both mortified and oddly exhilarated by the humiliation. Every misstep, every stumble, only makes the urge to perform grow stronger, making them bleat out louder, sillier cries. A grizzled old farmer appears, chuckling as he ties a string around $eliminated’s neck, tugging them along. Still tripping over their own hooves, they follow the farmer offstage, knowing that their new life will be one filled with clumsiness and bleating. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Pig". The transformation starts with a loud gurgle from $eliminated’s stomach, their belly swelling outward, growing huge and round. Their body starts to sag with fat and chub, their belly bulging out and jiggling softly. Their hands lose their dexterity, hardening into rough hooves as they stumble forward, their new bulk weighing them down. A short, curly tail sprouts from their back as their nose and mouth push outward into a wide, flat snout. They snort loudly and their thoughts quickly turn from confusion to an overwhelming sense of hunger. An insatiable, all-consuming desire to eat. They can’t think of anything else but food, and the urge to grow bigger, fatter, and messier takes over. Their once-clear thoughts crumble, replaced with simple urges to gorge themselves and wallow in filth. They can already feel the satisfaction of rolling in the mud, getting dirty and sweaty, and enjoying every sloppy second of it. The more their belly swells, the more they crave food, slop, anything to keep growing larger. The thought of rolling in mud, eating and gorging themselves, fills their fat body with lewd, dirty pleasures. They squirm and squeal, panting with a need to eat. A musky, muddy farmer steps onto the stage, grinning at the sight of his new pig. With a whistle, he beckons $eliminated over, who eagerly trots after him, their hooves leaving dirty tracks as they are led off to a new life of endless gluttony, food, and mud. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Donkey". $eliminated blinks slowly as their body begins to stretch and grow, their legs lengthening and becoming stocky. Their feet clench and stiffen, hardening into huge, clumsy, rounded hooves. Soft gray fur starts to cover their skin. They sway on their feet, their spine elongating as a shaggy tail stretches out and flicks absentmindedly behind them. Their ears grow long and floppy, hanging down comically on either side of their head as their face pushes forward into a long, dopey muzzle. They try to think, but their mind starts to slow, thoughts drifting away, replaced by a relaxed, blissful emptiness. They bray loudly, a dumb, happy sound that echoes through the room, their expression one of complete, carefree contentment. Nothing seems to matter anymore. Worries, responsibilities, all of it fades as their mind becomes slower and simpler. All they care about is relaxing, flopping down, and making lazy braying noises while chewing on grass. It feels so easy, so natural to just let their mind go blank and enjoy the simple life. They exist now to relax, pleasure themselves, eat grass and keep their heads empty. A barefoot hippie farmer ambles onto the stage, grinning lazily. He holds out a handful of grass, and $eliminated chews on it without hesitation, their new donkey mind content and peaceful. With a slow tug on the rope around their neck, they follow him offstage, braying softly, dumb and happy, ready to spend their days relaxing in the sun. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Bunny Rabbit". $eliminated feels their body grow smaller and lighter, their legs shortening and becoming strong and springy. Soft, fluffy white fur bursts across their skin, covering their new, tiny form. Their hands and feet morph into fuzzy paws, perfect for hopping around, and their nose twitches as it elongates into a small, twitchy rabbit muzzle. Long, floppy ears sprout from the top of their head, perking up and twitching with excitement as they instinctively hop from foot to foot, overwhelmed by a sudden burst of energy. They can’t stop moving, their entire body twitching with excitement and an uncontrollable urge to bounce around. Their heart races with joy, eagerness, and mating instinct, unable to contain the boundless energy bubbling inside them. Thoughts of their old life vanish, replaced by a simple, overwhelming need to hop, to wiggle, to explore, to breed. They feel giddy and carefree, excited by everything around them as they hop in circles, their tiny cotton tail flicking happily behind them. Every new hop fills them with joy and pleasure, their mind now focused only on endless, playful bouncing, each impact against the ground sending shuddering pleasure through them. A friendly older farmer steps forward, crouching down to pat $eliminated’s head. They nuzzle into his hand, feeling giddy and warm from the attention. He offers them a carrot, which they happily nibble on as he picks them up, cradling them in his arms as they squirm and wriggle with glee, ready for their new life as an endlessly excitable bunny breeder. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Fox". The change begins swiftly, $eliminated’s limbs elongating and becoming slender and graceful. Bright orange fur bursts through their skin, sleek and shiny, contrasting against the black fur that spreads over their hands and feet, forming sleek, handsome black paws. Their face sharpens into a pointed muzzle, their eyes gleaming with a new foxy cunning. They stand tall, admiring their sleek new body, a growing sense of pride swelling in their chest. Their bushy tail flicks behind them as their thoughts start to change, filling with mischief, trickery, and the urge to sneak around and play tricks. They feel a thrill at the idea of playing pranks, deceiving others, and slipping through the shadows at night. Their mind sharpens, becoming sly and clever. They can already picture themselves weaving through the night, darting between houses, sneaking into backyards, and stealing little trinkets for fun. Their heart races at the thought of outsmarting everyone they come across, being a mischievous vulpine tease and prankster. With one last glance back, $eliminated darts off the stage and into the streets, their paws padding silently against the pavement. They disappear into the shadows, a creature of the urban night, ready to make the city their playground of tricks and pranks. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Badger". The transformation begins with a heavy grunt from $eliminated, their body thickening and bulking up, their stomach swelling into a hefty gut. Their legs grow short and powerful, perfect for digging, while coarse, gray and black fur starts to spread over their skin. Their hands stiffen, becoming sturdy paws tipped with long claws, ideal for scratching and burrowing. Their face elongates into a blunt snout, black-and-white stripes forming over their fur as they huff grumpily. As their new badger body takes shape, their mind adjusts as well, growing gruff and stubborn, filled with a deep-seated grumpiness. Every little thing seems to annoy them. The lights, the noises, everything. They feel a deep need to sleep, to grumble, and to be left alone. A desire to dig a den and hunker down fills their thoughts, paired with a stubborn refusal to let anyone or anything disturb their peace. They stomp around the stage, complaining under their breath as they think about how much they want to be in the quiet, dark woods, far away from all this fuss. A hefty forest worker comes on stage and puts down a large crate for the newly transformed grumpy old badger. They waddle into the crate, which is then closed and lifted onto a truck. Soon, $eliminated is on their way to the forest, where they can grumble at anyone who gets too close to their den, happily spending their days eating worms and scowling at the world. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Mouse". The transformation begins with a sudden shrinking sensation, $eliminated’s body rapidly growing smaller and smaller until the world around them seems impossibly huge. Soft white fur sprouts across their now-tiny form, their nose twitching as it elongates into a delicate, whiskered snout. Their ears grow large and round, their tiny paws perfect for scurrying along the floor. As their body shrinks, their mind fills with nervous energy, their senses now finely attuned to every little noise, every movement around them. The world feels intimidating, full of dangers and towering figures. But with that fear comes a strange excitement. The thrill of sneaking around unnoticed, of scurrying through hidden cracks, of living unnoticed among the humans who could step on them at any moment. Their thoughts are simple now, focused on finding crumbs, sniffing through discarded clothing, nibbling on leftovers, and hiding away in the smallest corners. They know they have to stay out of sight, darting between shadows, always alert but driven by a constant urge to explore. They squirm and wriggle with excited glee, their mind filled with a desire to creep through discarded clothes, root through lost crumbs and snacks, and dodge people's feet in their new life living under the floorboards and in holes in the wall. A small hole in the wall catches their eye, and with a quick scurry, $eliminated darts toward it, disappearing into the gap. They are now a tiny, stealthy mouse, their new life one of sneaking, scavenging, and staying hidden among giants. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Lion". The change starts with a deep rumble in $eliminated’s chest as their muscles begin to expand, bulking out into a massive, powerful frame. Thick, golden fur spreads across their body, while their head is framed by a dense, wild mane that grows thick and heavy. The sensation of it almost seems to press down on their mind, making their thoughts slow, arrogant and stupid. Their hands and feet morph into heavy, sharp-clawed paws, and their chest swells with raw masculine power. Their face pushes forward into a strong muzzle, and a deep, resonant roar escapes their throat. A thick, musky scent clings to their fur, dripping with the unmistakable air of masculinity. With each passing second, their mind fills with pride and arrogance, a powerful belief that they are the king. Manly, tough, and absolutely in charge. Every muscle in their body pulses with dominance, and they can't help but feel superior, towering over everything around them. Their heart beats with the need to command respect, to be adored by all who gaze upon them. They flex their powerful limbs, their thoughts focused only on maintaining their position as the leader, the ruler, the manliest of them all. The audience feels smaller now, insignificant before their strength and presence. A male zookeeper approaches, giving a respectful nod as he opens the gate to a large cage. $eliminated enters with a confident stride, head held high, as they are led to be taken into their enclosure, where a pride of lionesses waits. Their new life as the king of the pride, adored and admired, begins. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Zebra". The transformation is smooth and quick, $eliminated’s skin becoming covered in sleek black-and-white stripes as their body becomes more lithe and slender. Their legs stretch, their feet turning into hooves as their tail flicks back and forth, covered in short, sleek horselike fur. Their ears twitch as they grow long and flicked, and their muzzle extends, soft and wide. Their mind, however, starts to blur and shift, as though pieces of it are slipping away. They try to focus, but everything feels confused, muddled. Their individuality starts to fade, and in its place is an overwhelming urge to find their herd, to blend in, to become one of many. They can't stand being alone. The thought of standing out, of being different, feels wrong and terrifying. Their mind becomes fixated on the herd. They need to follow, to stick close, to have their decisions made for them. Any sense of independence vanishes, replaced by a desire to conform, to blend in with countless striped bodies around them. They feel comfort in the idea of being just another face in the crowd, indistinguishable, just part of the herd. A male zookeeper comes to collect them, taking them into a large wooden crate where they can be transported to the zoo, and a waiting herd of zebras. $eliminated will soon find their place among the others, content to lose themselves in the group and follow wherever the herd may go. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Tiger". The transformation feels powerful and intense as $eliminated’s muscles bulk up into a thick, powerful frame. Gleaming orange fur, striped with bold black patterns, covers their body as their arms and legs swell with strength, their hands and feet reshaping into huge, clawed paws. Their spine elongates, a sleek, striped tail flicking behind them, and their face sharpens into a fierce, predatory muzzle. Their mind darkens, filled with a sinister arrogance. They lick their lips, sharp teeth glinting in the stage lights as their thoughts turn to the audience. They do not see them as people any more, but as potential prey. They feel the powerful urge to hunt, to stalk silently through the night, to pounce and overpower their victims with deadly precision. Their heart races with the thrill of the hunt, imagining their claws sinking into soft flesh, their body moving like a shadow in the trees. They flex their forepaws, each sharp claw gleaming, as they imagine prowling through the underbrush, always ready to strike. Every part of their body feels lethal, dangerous, and they revel in the dark, predatory power coursing through their veins. A male zookeeper approaches and puts down a reinforced cage, then opens it while watching them warily. $eliminated steps through with a slow, menacing grace, their new tiger instincts already kicking in. They will be taken to a zoo where they can disappear into the trees of their new enclosure, flexing their claws, ready to spend their days sneaking, stalking, and reveling in the power of being a true predator, admired and feared by all. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Elephant". The transformation begins with a deep, slow rumble, as $eliminated’s body begins to expand, growing larger and heavier by the second. Their legs thicken, becoming thick, sturdy pillars, while their skin turns a rough, grayish-brown, wrinkling with the weight of both their changing body, and with advanced age. Their arms extend and morph into powerful forelegs, their hands and feet broadening into thick, round elephant feet capable of supporting their immense weight. A heavy trunk grows from their face, thick and strong, swaying gently with their movements. Their mind shifts as well, growing older, more thoughtful, filled with a sense of responsibility and wisdom. They feel the aches and creaks in their body, but it doesn't bother them. It's the weight of age, of experience. A deep sense of pride fills them with the thought of being a protector, a father figure. Their heart swells with the need to care for others, to guide and protect those who are younger and more vulnerable. They can already picture themselves as a leader, a calm and wise elder among the herd, watching over the younger elephants with patience and kindness. Every step feels deliberate, strong, and dignified. A male zookeeper approaches, bowing his head slightly in respect before leading $eliminated toward a huge truck that will take them to a waiting enclosure for them at the zoo. They follow willingly, lumbering along with a gentle, protective aura, ready to take their place as the wise elder and father figure to their new elephant family. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Bear". The transformation starts with a soft, warm sensation spreading through $eliminated’s body as they begin to grow, their belly swelling out into a thick, round and heavy gut covered in soft, shaggy fur. Their arms and legs grow thick and powerful, though their paws remain soft and rounded, perfect for bumbling around without care. Their face stretches into a wide, sleepy muzzle as small, rounded ears pop up on top of their head. With each moment, their mind slows, becoming simpler and more dopey, until all they can think about is eating and lounging. They feel a deep, happy contentment as their thoughts shrink down to the basics. Honey, fish, and finding the coziest spot to take a nap. Their body grows heavier, but in a comforting, warm way, like an oversized pillow, as though they’re meant to just laze around and enjoy the simple pleasures of life. Their round belly wobbles with every slow step as they bumble forward, feeling too sleepy and happy to care about anything complicated. The more they grow, the dumber and happier they become, until they’re little more than a big, sleepy bear who just wants to munch on treats and lie down in the sun. A male zookeeper approaches with a jar of honey in hand, and $eliminated’s eyes light up as they lazily shuffle forward, following the sweet scent of honey. They happily waddle behind the zookeeper, their thoughts filled with nothing but food and naps, ready for their new life in their cozy enclosure. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Wolf". The change comes quickly, $eliminated’s body growing sleek and powerful as thick fur spreads across their skin, a mix of dark and light grays that gleam in the light. Their arms and legs lengthen into muscular limbs, ending in sharp claws, while their face pushes forward into a long, powerful muzzle with gleaming fangs. A bushy tail flicks behind them as their senses sharpen, hearing sharper, vision focused, but most of all their sense of smell. Their nostrils flare as a deep, primal scent hits them, surrounds them and sinks into their lungs. Musky, powerful, and overwhelmingly masculine. They sniff the air, shuddering in delight as they realize the intoxicating scent is their own. Their mind becomes fixated on it, an obsession growing within them as they take deep, satisfied sniffs of their own fur, their own musky aroma filling them with pride and arousal. Their mind grows more animalistic, driven by instinct as they become almost addicted to the primal scents around them. They start sniffing the air, picking up on the smells of the audience, the other contestants, every person around them. An irresistible urge grows within them to sniff EVERYTHING. People’s armpits, their feet, anything that carries that raw, musky, sexy scent of people. Their eyes glaze over with bliss as they imagine the sensory overload of smells. A male zookeeper approaches with a collar, pulling $eliminated away from their sniffing frenzy. Though reluctant, they follow, practically entranced by the scent of the zookeeper himself. Their tail wags as they hope they get a chance to shove their long muzzle deep into his backside They are led to a new enclosure where they can stalk and sniff to their heart’s content, their new life driven by an endless, primal hunger and lust for scents. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Goblin". Immediately, $eliminated feels themselves shrinking, their body becoming smaller, their muscles tight and wiry. Their skin turns an inhuman muddy green as thick long claws grow from their fingers and toes. Their ears stretch out, growing huge and pointed, twitching as they become sensitive and sharp. A twisted, crooked grin spreads across their face, revealing jagged teeth, and their nose elongates into a snubbed, twitchy snout. Their mind shifts rapidly, becoming simpler and more chaotic as a new, overwhelming love of all things shiny fills their thoughts. Their heart races with excitement at the idea of hoarding treasures, trinkets, and anything that glitters. But just as strong is their new growing urge to get dirty. To roll around in mud, to feel grime and filth caking their skin, to steal and huff dirty clothes and underwear. The muskier, the dirtier, the better. With a cackling laugh, they tear away their clothes, tossing them aside in a frenzy as they rub at their newly goblinized skin, relishing the feeling of being free and filthy. Thoughts of human life vanish, replaced by a greedy, dirty goblin mentality. A shimmering portal opens up, revealing a strange fantasy realm. $eliminated darts through the portal eagerly, diving into a world filled with other goblins. They immediately tackle their new tribe mates, cackling as they sniff and worship their dirty, grimy feet, ready to spend their days as a happy, filthy goblin in a chaotic goblin tribe. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Kobold". In moments, $eliminated’s body begins to shrink, scales spreading rapidly across their skin as it turns a soft reddish-brown. A small reptilian tail curls from their back and their ears grow long and flopped, almost like those of a young goat. Their feet and hands become small and clawed, perfect for scurrying about. Their clothes fall away, leaving them fully exposed, a tiny, scaly little creature. Their mind quickly shifts, filling with an obsessive adoration for dragons. Thoughts of anything else are immediately pushed aside as they become consumed by awe and devotion. Dragons are the most glorious, perfect creatures imaginable. Every scale, every breath of fire, every commanding roar, all of it is absolutely wonderful, praiseworthy, ideal. They live only to serve, obey, and worship these magnificent beings. Their heart beats faster with a desperate longing to be a dragon's servant, to do whatever they’re commanded, no matter how menial or degrading the task. The idea of being ordered around, of serving tirelessly, fills them with joy and purpose. A portal swirls open before them, revealing a grand, dark cavern deep in a fantasy world. $eliminated eagerly scurries through, their tiny claws clicking against the stone as they find themselves in the lair of a massive male dragon. They tremble in awe as they crawl forward, their mind now singularly focused on serving and worshipping the magnificent beast. The dragon smiles and lifts one enormous footpaw, and $eliminated moans in absolute bliss as they lunge forward into their new life. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Minotaur". A deep, primal roar escapes $eliminated’s throat as their body begins to bulk up, growing huge, hairy, and muscular. Thick tufts of coarse hair sprout all over their chest, arms, and legs as they become a massive, hulking creature. Their feet stretch and twist, transforming into huge, powerful hooves that stomp the ground with every step. Their head swells and morphs, a long snout pushing forward as thick, scruffy fur spreads across their face. Their nose broadens into a wet, bovine muzzle, and enormous horns sprout from their skull, curling outward dangerously. The transformation leaves them towering over the other contestants, their body radiating raw strength and power, along with a deep manly stink, but something else is slipping away in exchange. Their thoughts, memories, and intelligence. As they grow larger, they become dumber and dumber, their mind crumbling into something slow and simple. They shudder with their newfound strength, drooling mindlessly as they flex their thick muscles, but lose their knowledge of words and complex concepts. Reading, writing, memories, all of it fades, leaving nothing but animal instincts and a simple, brute need to protect their maze. A portal opens, and $eliminated stumbles through, their massive hooves thudding against stone as they emerge in a labyrinth. The scent of their own sweat and musk fills the air as they grunt and snort, now fully transformed into a minotaur, ready to guard the maze forever with nothing but their brute strength and animal instincts. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Orc". The change is immediate and intense, $eliminated’s body swelling with muscle, their skin turning a deep, rich green. Their arms and chest bulk out, veins popping beneath the surface as thick, bulging muscles form. Sweat begins to drip from their now-enormous frame, their hands curling into fists as their body pulses with raw, brutish strength. Their legs widen, their feet growing heavy and solid as they stomp forward, the air filled with the scent of sweat and raw power. Their mind becomes simpler, filled with violent, brutish urges. Every thought of relaxation, hygiene, or contemplation is crushed beneath a burning desire to work out, to get even stronger, to feel their muscles strain and bulge as they lift, fight, and push themselves to the limit. They want to smash things, to break bones, to fight anyone who stands in their way. All they care about is strength, dominance, and the thrill of battle. They look down at their sweaty, bulging muscles with a grunt of satisfaction, sneering at the thought of anything "soft" like cleanliness or intellectual pursuits. Their only goal now is to become the toughest, strongest, most feared warrior in the world. Their cock grows thick, huge and heavy, a weapon befitting of a mighty orc. A swirling portal opens up in front of them, leading to a massive stone colosseum filled with the roar of an excited crowd. A loincloth appears on their hips as $eliminated stomps through eagerly, their new orcish body ready for a lifetime of brutal combat and glory, fighting as a gladiator in the arena for the rest of their days. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Dragon". The change is overwhelming, $eliminated’s body growing rapidly, scales bursting through their skin in a deep, shimmering red. Massive wings sprout from their back, stretching wide as their body becomes enormous and powerful, growing larger by the second. Their arms and legs grow thick with muscle, ending in razor-sharp claws, and their face elongates into a mighty, fearsome snout. Huge horns curl from the top of their head, and a long, spiked tail lashes behind them, whipping the air with a heavy thud. Their belly swells, filled with the heat and power of their magical flame. They let out a deafening roar, fire licking at their lips. But their mind also changes, becoming cold and cruel. They feel an overwhelming sense of superiority and pride growing inside them. Other creatures are beneath them, inferior, meant to bow and worship at their feet. They are the apex predator, the ruler, the king, and the world should bend to their will. Their heart fills with arrogance, convinced that they deserve to rule over everyone, to be worshipped and feared. They lick their lips, imagining the destruction they can cause, the humans they can enslave, the kingdoms they can conquer. All will bow before them, or they will burn the world down to ashes. A swirling portal opens, leading to a vast fantasy realm. $eliminated strides through confidently, wings spreading wide as they roar once more. They fly off into the skies, ready to conquer a human kingdom, enslaving the people beneath their mighty claws and fiery breath. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Satyr". In moments, $eliminated’s body begins to shrink, growing short and stocky. Thick, coarse hair sprouts across their body, especially over their chest, arms, and legs, which are becoming round and chubby. Their feet twist into cloven hooves, and two small, curly horns sprout from the top of their head as they wobble forward, their new form jiggling, their heavy bulging hairy belly dripping with sweat. Their face twists into a playful, mischievous grin as their stubby goat tail flicks behind them. Their mind fills with simple, hedonistic desires. Thoughts of work or responsibility are immediately replaced with the urge to drink, party, and indulge in every pleasure they can find. A deep, pansexual attraction surges through them. Every person, every creature around them seems desirable, and they want nothing more than to flirt, chase, and rut with whoever crosses their path. The idea of restraint vanishes, replaced by a love of indulgence, excess, and pleasure, and most of all of breeding. They laugh loudly and crudely, their mind now filled with nothing but thoughts of raucous parties, wild dancing, kinks and fetishes, and chasing after anyone who catches their eye. Their new satyr body feels built for fun, for drinking, for hedonism, and the world around them becomes one big playground of naughty desires. A shimmering portal opens up into a lush, magical forest, and $eliminated eagerly rushes through, one hand already on their throbbing cock, immediately seeking out centaurs, dryads, and any other magical creatures to join in their wild, carefree lifestyle of endless fun, indulgence, and pleasure. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Rubber Drone". The transformation begins with a slick, glossy black material spreading rapidly over $eliminated’s body, encasing their skin in tight, shiny rubber. Their muscles bulge and grow beneath the rubber, becoming athletic and toned, but completely smooth and inhuman. Their hands and feet are swallowed by the rubber, forming thick and heavy gloves and boots. As they try to make sense of the change, a cold, metallic visor descends over their eyes, sealing tightly in place, cutting off all vision except for what they’re programmed to see. Their mind begins to shift. Thoughts, memories, and individuality are erased, wiped clean. In their place, a singular, burning desire fills their mind, a desire to obey. Obedience becomes everything. Their once-complex thoughts are simplified into commands, following orders without question, without hesitation. The more their mind is reprogrammed, the less they care about anything other than fulfilling their purpose as a drone. They stand still, perfectly silent, their rubber body gleaming under the lights, awaiting orders. A corporate executive walks onto the stage, inspecting their new drone servant with a satisfied grin. With a simple hand gesture, $eliminated obeys and follows them, their body moving smoothly and mechanically as they are led away to serve the corporation with perfect obedience, their humanity nothing but a distant memory. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Vinyl Pool Toy". The transformation is soft and pleasureable as $eliminated’s body becomes lighter, smoother, and shinier. Their skin tingles and feels sensitive as it turns into a glossy, reflective vinyl. Their insides begin to shift and disappear, leaving them feeling taut and tight, yet somehow empty. They are no longer filled with muscles and organs, but instead with air. Their body swells slightly, their arms and legs puffing up as they feel themselves being inflated like a pool toy. A small nozzle appears on their belly, the final touch that turns them into a fully inflated artificial toy. Their mind drifts away from complex thoughts, filled instead with an overwhelming urge to relax and float. The world around them becomes a carefree, blissful place where nothing matters except lying in the pool, drifting aimlessly, and feeling the warmth of the sun on their shiny, vinyl skin. No worries, no responsibilities. Just the simple joy of being a toy, of being used and enjoyed by others in the pool. A lifeguard approaches, smiling as they pick up the newly transformed $eliminated. Without a care in the world, they let themselves be carried away, ready to be tossed into the public pool, where they can float, bob, and be a playful toy for anyone who needs a moment of fun and relaxation. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Robot Officer". The transformation is mechanical and heavy, $eliminated’s body bulging and swelling as thick, gleaming metal plates form over their skin. Their arms and legs grow huge and bulky, coated in armor, becoming large, powerful limbs designed for enforcement and control. Their feet shift into massive, heavy metal boots that clang with each step. A smooth, featureless helmet covers their face, replacing their human expression with a blank, robotic exterior. Inside them, gears turn and whir as their insides are replaced with machinery, their mind now filled with one singular purpose. Enforcing the law. Any personal thoughts or memories are overwritten with strict protocols and a deep, unwavering desire to ensure that everyone follows the rules. Their mind becomes a rigid, cold system of commands, fully devoted to making others conform and obey. They flex their armored limbs, feeling the power of their new robotic form. A police officer walks over, inspecting their new robotic enforcer with approval. $eliminated stands to attention, their metal boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud, as they are given their first patrol route. Their new life as a robotic police officer begins, enforcing the law with unwavering strength and programmed authority. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Statue". The change starts with a cold, creeping sensation as $eliminated’s skin begins to harden, and become pale. They feel cold and stiff insides, their flesh gradually turning into lifeless marble. Their movements slow as their arms and legs stiffen, freezing in place as their body solidifies. Every muscle, every curve of their form is becoming sculpted, muscular and perfect, their body becoming a flawless work of art. The feeling comes with a growing, intense sensation of pleasure, like every part of them is throbbing with need and desire. Despite their growing lust, their face turns expressionless, lips sealed into a serene, timeless smile as their eyes glaze over, becoming hollow and lifeless. Their mind begins to slow, thoughts fading away, replaced only with that intense pleasure, that need, that desire they cannot fulfil. Instead of desires or ambitions, a sense of pleasure washes over them. They cannot move, cannot speak, cannot think. Their body creaks and solidifies, petrifying into lifeless stone, eternally needy, their new carved stone cock rock hard and smooth yet never able to climax. A museum curator steps forward, admiring the new marble statue before them. $eliminated is carefully transported onto a truck and carried to a museum gallery, where they will be placed on display for visitors to marvel at forever, frozen in time, content to be admired for their beauty, never to move or speak again. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Giant Snake". The transformation begins with a sharp pain in $eliminated’s spine as their legs melt together, elongating into a thick, powerful tail covered in glossy, iridescent scales. Their torso stretches and narrows, while their arms press to their sides, trapped and locked there as they begin to merge with their slinky, writhing torso. Their face warps into a smooth and rounded reptilian snout, with cold, gleaming eyes. A long, forked tongue flicks from their mouth, tasting the air. As their body grows longer and more serpentine, their mind shifts as well, becoming cold and cunning. Thoughts of empathy and kindness slip away, replaced by a hunger for dominance and power. They feel their muscles coil with strength, ready to constrict and crush anything in their path. Their heart beats with a slow, deliberate rhythm, every thought calculating and predatory. They flick their tongue again, and their senses are overwhelmed with the scent of prey. Their mind sharpens with the instinct to hunt, to stalk in the shadows, and to wrap their powerful coils around anyone who crosses their path. They coil and shift around the stage, looking at the other contestants with hunger and need. A portal opens, revealing a dense humid jungle. $eliminated slithers through, their enormous body winding through the trees, ready to rule the jungle as a giant snake, the apex predator of their new world. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Gnoll". The transformation begins with $eliminated’s hands and feet stretching out and thickening, fur coating them as they become massive, grimy paws with long, filthy claws. Their arms and legs grow thick and muscular, but the fur that sprouts from them is matted and tangled, covered in dirt. A thick, scruffy mane starts growing down the back of their neck, like a wild mohawk, and their face begins to warp, elongating into a fanged hyena muzzle that splits into a wild, crazed grin. As their body transforms, their mind begins to degrade, thoughts slipping away, replaced with something primal and chaotic. They pant and drool, their tongue lolling from their fanged mouth as they let out an uncontrollable giggle. The smell of their own sweaty, grimy fur fills their nostrils, and they revel in it, enjoying the dirt and stench clinging to them. Thoughts of violence and destruction now seem hilarious and fun. Chaos, depravity and filth are the only things that matter. They stagger forward, hunched and snarling, giggling uncontrollably as the last of their human thoughts disappear. All they care about now is being dirty, violent, and reveling in the chaos of destruction. A portal opens, revealing a pack of other cackling, smelly gnolls. $eliminated is drawn to them instantly, joining the tribe of wild, grinning beasts, eager to cause mayhem and laugh at the havoc they’ll wreak in their new, filthy world. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Cerberus". $eliminated’s body begins to swell, muscles bulking out massively as they grow taller and broader, their frame becoming that of a towering, powerful beast. Crimson fur spreads across their body, thick and coarse, as their feet morph into enormous, heavy canine paws that leave flaming, smoldering footprints where they step. A thick, muscular tail swishes behind them, and the air around them fills with the stench of brimstone and ash. Then, with a sharp crack, their head splits. The sensation is confusing and dizzying as two new heads grow from either side, each one quickly forming into a panting, drooling dog’s head. Their mind fragments into three, each new head gaining its own simple, independent thoughts. Each individual head is stupid and confused, their instincts nothing but that of dumb, friendly dogs now. Each head lolls its tongue, while the shared body wags its tail. They are thinking only of playing, running, and getting attention, being good boys, friendly dogs. Memories of their old life fade away, replaced by the instincts of a dumb, playful dog. Despite their fearsome size and demonic flames, the three heads pant happily, their minds too simple to understand their power. All they want now is to play and be loved. A dark portal opens, revealing the entrance to the underworld. $eliminated is released into this new world, now a massive, three-headed cerberus, tasked with guarding the passage to the underworld. Despite their important job, all they care about is finding someone to run with, play with, and maybe even give them a scratch behind the ears. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Griffon". The transformation is majestic and pleasurable, $eliminated’s face pushing out into a sharp, powerful beak while golden feathers sprout from their head and neck. Their arms become thick, scaly yellow talons with long curved claws, while their legs morph into strong, furred feline limbs, their feet becoming large, padded paws tipped with sharp retractable claws. As their body grows sleek and muscular, a massive pair of feathered wings erupts from their back, stretching out as they flap them experimentally, feeling the power in each beat. Their mind fills with pride and power, a sense of dominance and freedom that comes naturally with their new form. They feel an overwhelming urge to fly, to soar high above the world and look down upon it, ruling the skies with their sharp eyes and mighty wings. Every flap of their wings sends a surge of exhilaration through them, the open sky calling them to conquer it. Each flap is almost sexual with the intense pleasure it forces through their heavy, powerful form. As they begin to savor their newfound freedom, a young medieval soldier in armour appears, holding a bridle and leash. He approaches cautiously, slipping the bridle over their head and tugging gently on the leash. At first, $eliminated resists, their pride and independence making them want to pull away, but with each tug, something inside them shifts. Slowly, a new desire begins to fill their mind. A desire to be tamed, to obey. They start to enjoy the feeling of the leash, the idea of being a mount for someone strong, someone worthy of guiding them. They lower their head, submitting to the soldier, ready to be trained. A portal opens, leading to a fantasy world and a stable where they will be trained as a mount for flying knights. $eliminated steps through willingly, their proud griffon form ready to be molded into a loyal, obedient beast of burden, bound to serve and carry their rider through the skies. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Mascot Costume". $eliminated is handed a large, goofy-looking dog mascot costume, its smiling face and lolling tongue frozen in a cheerful, silly expression. The fabric smells of sweat and cotton candy, the kind of scent that clings to amusement parks after a long, hot day. As they hesitantly step into the costume, they immediately feel the weight and warmth of it wrapping around them. The big, clumsy paws make it hard to walk, and as they pull the headpiece on, their vision blurs, barely able to see through the mesh eyes. They try to adjust, but the warmth and the smell of stale sweat make their head spin. Every step feels wobbly and uncertain as they stumble forward, barely able to balance. Their heart races in panic as they realize the costume is stuck. No matter how much they tug, they can’t remove it. Inside, they feel embarrassed and flustered, but the costume forces them to act silly and playful, stumbling around like a fool, falling over and getting up again as if it’s all part of the act. They try to speak, to protest, but their voice is muffled by the thick material of the costume, leaving them trapped, silently humiliated. A park manager steps forward, smiling as they grab $eliminated by the paw and lead them away. They are taken to an amusement park, where they’ll spend their days as a silly, clumsy mascot, endlessly stumbling around, waving at guests, and acting ridiculous, all while trapped inside the costume, embarrassed and flustered but unable to ever escape. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Office Drone". A neat shirt and tie are handed to $eliminated, along with stiff black work slacks, but no shoes or socks. As they pull on the tight, uncomfortable clothing, they feel restricted and trapped within it. The collar of the shirt is too tight around their neck, the fabric pulling against their skin, leaving them squirming uncomfortably. But as they look down, they see their skin starting to change, turning white and glossy, like smooth, lifeless plastic. Their face begins to smooth over, the features disappearing entirely until there’s nothing left where it once was. No mouth, no eyes, no nose, just a blank, featureless surface. Their hair hardens, becoming a solid, plastic, combed-back style that stays rigidly in place. They try to move, but every motion feels stiff and mechanical, their body now nothing more than a plastic figure dressed in business attire. Inside, they feel a growing sense of desperation, an intense, flustered need for release or pleasure, but their plastic body prevents them from doing anything about it. They’re trapped in a constant state of need, but powerless to fulfill it. Their mind swirls with frustration as they realize there will be no relief, no breaks, no rest, just endless, unrelenting work at their new permanent job as a barefoot plastic office drone. A fat, smug office manager approaches, taking them by the arm and leading them away to a cubicle in a large, sterile office building. There, $eliminated is placed at a desk, hands poised over a keyboard, their plastic body forever locked in a cycle of mundane, repetitive office work, always feeling desperate for a break, for release, for pleasure, but never able to satisfy their needs. They exist to work. They must serve their boss. Plastic workers don't need breaks. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Firefighter Drone". A heavy firefighter’s outfit is placed in front of $eliminated. Thick rubber boots, gloves, a gas mask, glossy overalls. As they begin to put it on, the rubber boots seal tightly to their legs, becoming one with their flesh, and the gloves tighten around their hands, fusing to their skin. The glossy overalls coneal their flesh completely. The gas mask slips over their face, its straps tightening around their head until it becomes permanent, the cool rubber pressing against their skin as the mask pumps a strange gas into their lungs. As they breathe in the gas, their thoughts begin to shift. They feel a stoic calm settling over them, a newfound sense of purpose filling their mind. The gas makes them eager, prepared for the rush of action and the thrill of the flames. Their mind is stripped of individuality, leaving behind only one desire. To serve as a firefighter, a drone programmed to wait patiently in the fire station until the next call. Fire is no fear, instead it is sexual, arousing, powerful. Something to be fought, dominated, defeated. Inside the suit, they feel excitement and bliss at the thought of rushing into a burning building, stomping down flames, and being a hero. The thrill of the heat, the roar of the fire, it all fills them with anticipation. They stand at attention, their mind blank except for the desire to be ready, to fight fires, to wait for the alarm to sound. A commanding officer steps forward, nodding in approval as $eliminated is led to the fire station. There, they will spend their days as a firefighter drone, mindlessly waiting for the chance to leap into action, eager to stomp out flames and be the heroic inhuman machine they have become. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as an anthro skunk in a hoodie and skater shoes steps onto the stage. With a mischievous grin, the skunk pulls off one of his well-worn shoes, revealing his large, furry, clawed foot. He presses it against $eliminated’s chest, and the transformation begins instantly. $eliminated feels their body shrinking, their limbs tingling as they start to lose shape. Their arms and legs merge into the soft, warm flesh of the skunk’s paw, their body flattening and stretching, becoming part of the skunk’s foot. Fur spreads over them, and their arms twitch and wiggle as they become the skunk’s new toes, unable to move on their own but feeling every sensation from the skunk’s foot. They taste the musky, salty sweat clinging to his fur, smell the scent of worn shoes and day-old socks as the skunk presses down on them, their whole existence now part of his paw. The weight of his foot presses on them, the soft padding of his sole smothering them as he steps down. Then, with a casual laugh, he lifts his foot and slides it back into his shoe, sealing $eliminated in darkness. The heat and musk of the shoe surrounds them, the soft fabric pressing against their new form. The skunk takes a few steps, each one pressing down on them, as he strolls offstage, leaving $eliminated to their new life as nothing but his foot, helplessly trapped in the soft, warm, musky shoe. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as a friendly, fat anthro bear in a shirt and tie steps onto the stage. With a cheerful grin, the bear unfastens his slacks and turns around, giving $eliminated a playful wink as he pulls down his pants and his oversized, stretched white boxer briefs. His ass is massive, round and fuzzy, his little tail wiggling. Then, without warning, he sits down on them. The transformation is immediate as $eliminated’s body begins to merge with the bear’s massive, soft backside, sinking into the thick fur and plush fat. Their limbs disappear as their body becomes rounder, softer, and merges into the bear’s enormous ass. They feel the bear’s wiggly, fluffy tail now sticking out of what used to be their forehead, a constant reminder of their new place as part of his body. Their mouth stretches wide, changing and merging with the bear's body, their lips turning black and puckered as they become the bear's sphincter, their mouth his new anus. Their whole existence is now his big, sweaty butt. They intimately feel every movement of his backside, every shift and wiggle of his hips sending waves of sensation and pleasure through them. The bear laughs, fastening his slacks back up, sealing $eliminated in the warm, dark confines of his pants. The heat and the weight of the bear's body press down on them, smothering them as his belly gurgles ominously. With a sheepish chuckle, the bear announces that he’s headed for the toilet, and $eliminated realizes with horror what their new duties will be. As the bear waddles off, they are faced with their new life as his furry, fat backside, forever part of him and about to face their new responsibilities. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as a handsome black-furred anthro fox steps onto the stage, his large, luxurious tail swishing behind him. The fox steps closer, and with a sly smile, he curls his massive, fluffy tail around $eliminated’s body. The transformation starts as soon as the soft fur touches them. They feel themselves melting into the tail, fur spreading over their skin as their limbs soften and blend with the fox’s fur. Their body stretches and contorts, becoming light and flexible and twisting as they lose their human shape entirely, their arms pressing to their sides, their legs merging together, making them fall. The world spins as they are caught and pulled up into the fox’s body, their form coiling and shifting until they realize they are no longer a separate being. They are part of the fox's body now, their legs joined with his rear, their body a new second tail. They feel their consciousness spread out across every inch of the thick, soft fur, their new body tingling, pleasurable, filled with endless sensation as they sway gently with each movement of the fox’s body. The fox gives his new tail a satisfied flick, grinning as $eliminated realizes they are now nothing more than a second, fluffy appendage attached to his back. They have no identity of their own, they are just a beautiful addition to a handsome fox, proof of his powers and abilities. Their thoughts are soft and simple, filled with the warmth of the fur, the gentle swaying as the fox walks. They are now a beautiful, silky tail, destined to be admired and wagged with pride. The fox strolls off, wagging both tails, with $eliminated content and resigned to their new life as his second, luxurious tail. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as an anthro tiger in a leather jacket and ripped jeans walks onto the stage. The tiger grins, flashing his sharp teeth, and rolls his shoulders. With a casual flick of his tail, he walks over to $eliminated, and unzips his pants. Without warning, he grabs $eliminated and shoves his thick shaft into their backside. They feel a strange pull as their body starts to shrink and stretch. Their legs merge together and blend with the tiger's crotch as they bulge out into a pair of hefty, fuzzy balls. Their arms disappear completely, merging into their torso as their body throbs and pulses. Their body elongates and narrows, growing thick and fat and intensely pleasurable as drool oozes down their face. In seconds, they realize they are becoming the tiger's new cock, their once-human body turning into the powerful, throbbing manhood attached to his musky crotch. They feel every ripple of movement, every touch, their consciousness stretching down the long length of the shaft and into his needy balls. Their mouth becomes the drooling slit, desperate for release. The tiger laughs, feeling his new cock, teasing and edging it, the weight of $eliminated now part of him. They struggle to adjust to the sensation, feeling the pull of his muscles, the touch of his rough pawhands. They can no longer speak or act on their own, reduced to a twitching, needy extension of his body. With every stroke, they feel themselves throb helplessly. The tiger gives a final smirk as he struts off the stage, leaving $eliminated as nothing more than his needy cock, an extension of his manly power, bulging in his jeans and wondering when they will get the release they desperately crave. They won't have to wait long, as the tiger's first stop after leaving the studio is a gay bar down the road, where he's looking forward to testing out the glory hole. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as a muscular anthro stallion in a tank top and gym shorts walks confidently onto the stage. With a playful grin, the stallion flexes his biceps, showing off his strength. He strides toward $eliminated, and before they can react, he grabs their arms, pulling them toward his torso. The transformation begins immediately, $eliminated’s arms being dragged into the stallion's chest, their torso pressing to his as they start to melt into his body. Their skin darkens, the stallion's fur spreading across them, claiming them. As they struggle, their body sinks in deeper, their torso and legs slipping into his gut and disappearing as their arms are completely pulled into his biceps and consumed, the mass changed and transformed into new bulk and muscle for him. They can feel the flex of his muscles, the raw strength of each movement, but they can’t control it. They are nothing but meat, muscle, sinew, reduced to being part of his biceps, completely at his mercy. The last of their head sinks between his pecs as he whinnies and snorts, feeling his bulging muscles, his new mass, his added weight and height. The stallion smirks, flexing his new, enhanced muscles, feeling the strength flow through them. $eliminated is helpless, their existence now reduced to the bulging, rippling muscles of his chest and arms. Every time he moves, they feel the strain, the power, but they are unable to do anything but feel it. All they can do is feel the sensation of his strength and the constant flexing as he shows off. With a final laugh, the stallion tosses his sweaty tank top to the crowd and walks offstage, $eliminated now nothing more than the muscle that helps him lift, flex, and show off his dominance. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as a sleek anthro wolf in a leather vest and jeans strides onto the stage. The wolf gives a wicked grin, his sharp claws flexing at his sides. He steps forward and grabs $eliminated’s face, his grip firm. As his claws dig into their skin, he kisses them deeply, making them feel his sharp teeth, his long tongue. They feel their entire body shrinking and morphing, pulled inward until their form begins to merge into the wolf’s own face. Their features melt away, leaving only a smooth surface where their head once was. The wolf's fur spreads rapidly across their skin, their senses becoming confused as they feel their consciousness warp and shift, their sense of self blended and mixed with the wolf's long, powerful skull. They are being transformed into the wolf’s muzzle, long, sharp, and dangerous. Their arms feel like they're wrapped around his face, their legs just a sensation in his cheeks, their genitals now his wet, thick, powerful tongue. Their human identity vanishes as they become part of someone else's body. Each time the wolf moves his thick, wet tongue, it feels as if their cock is sliding around inside his muzzle, slippery and wet and needy, the feeling orgasmic and wonderful. They try to resist, but the transformation is complete. Their thoughts fade, replaced by a primal instinct of hunger and desire. They have become nothing more than the wolf’s new longer muzzle, their identity becoming hunger, need, drool. Every scent that hits his nose is overwhelming, every bite he takes is felt deeply by what’s left of $eliminated. The wolf laughs, baring his new fangs, wider and bigger and stronger than before, ferocious and predatory. With a final smirk, the wolf strides offstage, $eliminated now just the powerful snout on his face, his cocky grin, his wet tongue. The wolf looks forward to breaking them in when he finds a sexy prey guy who's ass he can worship with his newly sensitive mouth. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as a muscular anthro boar in a high-vis vest and construction boots stomps onto the stage. The boar grunts, lifting his arm to wipe sweat from his brow, revealing his hairy, musky armpit. He looks down at $eliminated with a smirk before grabbing their arm and pulling them toward his side. The transformation begins instantly as $eliminated’s body begins to shrink and stretch, melting and merging into the boar's massive, stinking wet armpit. Their limbs are pulled into his sweaty pit, their arms and legs disappearing, their body pulled away and leaving only a strange sensation of heat, warmth, sensitivity and wetness. Their whole sensation is reduced to the boar's damp armpit, their flesh sensitive and hot, their face prickly with his bristly armpit hair. They feel their consciousness warp as they lose their identity, just becoming part of the boar's sweaty, powerful body. The heat and dampness from his hard day's work cling to them, the thick scent of his sweat filling their senses. They can taste his salty sweat, smell his hard-working stink, feel the strange pleasure and sensitivity of their new form. The boar lowers his arm, trapping them under his thick, sweaty bicep. The warmth intensifies, and they can feel every bead of sweat that drips from his body, every ripple of movement as his muscles flex. They can’t move or speak, reduced to being nothing but a smelly, hairy armpit on a powerful construction worker. Their whole mass has been used to make him even sweatier, wetter and more stinking, his musk a thick masculine fog all around him. With a snort, the boar rolls his shoulders and marches off the stage, $eliminated now fully part of him, trapped forever as his sweaty, steaming armpit, experiencing every sensation and every drop of sweat as he returns to his tough, physical job on the construction site. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as an unwashed, lazy anthro wolverine shuffles onto the stage, dressed like a stoner in loose, baggy clothes, dirty converse shoes, and a beanie with a weed logo on it. The wolverine grins lazily, the scent of musk and old sweat clinging to his fur. He waves casually, then takes a deep drag from his joint before blowing smoke in the air. With that, the transformation begins. $eliminated’s body begins to feel light and strange. They stumble and fall forward, feeling drawn inescapably to the chubby wolverine's body, his thick fur, his unwashed clothes. As they move, they feel themselves floating, their flesh becoming translucent, their physical form fading as they become lighter and lighter, their skin turning to droplets of moisture and their mind fogging over. In moments, they no longer have a solid form at all. They have dissolved and collapsed into nothing but a floating cloud of musk, a lingering odor surrounding the wolverine’s unwashed body and slowly wrapping around him, clinging to his pores and steaming from his pits, feet, butt and crotch. They feel themselves swirling in the air, clinging to his fur, seeping into his clothing, their very existence now reduced to the rank, musky stink that follows him everywhere. Their mind becomes hazy, overwhelmed by the stoner’s lazy, unfocused attitude. They can’t move or speak, but they can feel the warmth of his body and the dampness of his sweat as they hover around him, constantly trapped in the smell of his musk and the lingering scent of his pot smoke. The wolverine chuckles to himself, scratching his chest as he shuffles off the stage, completely oblivious to $eliminated’s new existence as nothing more than his personal cloud of body odor. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as a large, muscular anthro bull wearing a tank top and gym shorts strides onto the stage. The bull grins sheepishly and waves a hand. "Hey there. Uh, well, I've always been curious to know what it would be like to be milked. I signed up so that the loser could help me with that. Hi $eliminated, we'll be working together a lot!", he says. He unfastens his pants and drops them, revealing his half-erect cock and sweaty balls. "Goodbye, guys", he says to his own crotch hesitantly, before he steps toward $eliminated, grabbing them by the shoulders. As soon as he makes contact, the transformation begins. $eliminated feels the bull's cock pressing into their back, their body shifting and bulging as they feel themselves merging with his crotch, their form growing heavier and rounder as they sink between the bull’s legs. Their skin becomes soft and pliable, a pink, flushed hue spreading over them as their arms and legs soften and jiggle, becoming four huge, pendulous teats hanging from the massive fleshy sack between the bull’s muscular thighs. Their face melts away into the huge soft, warm, needy mass they are becoming, their insides feeling hot and swollen and heavy. They realize with dawning confusion that they are now a heavy, slashing udder, full of milk and swaying with every step the bull takes. Their mind is overwhelmed by the weight and sensation of their new form, the milk sloshing inside them, aching to be released. They can feel the cool air against their skin, every step the bull takes causing them to jiggle and sway uncomfortably between his legs. The bull moos loudly and pats his new udder, shuddering with pleasure as he tests its weight. He grabs his teats, pumping and stroking them, gasping and blushing in pleasure as he realises the overwhelming, wonderful bliss of being milked. $eliminated feels it too, every part of them now tense and full of growing pleasurable pressure, until thick, warm jets of fresh milk gush orgasmically from their former limbs. A farmer quickly rushes forward, putting buckets in front of the bull as his eyes lid over and he starts to lose himself in addictive pleasure. The bull sated his curiosity and lost his mind for it, and $eliminated will be there with him in his new life of being a milked, horny dairy cow. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as their body begins to shrink and change. Their skin softens, turning into thick, white cotton as their insides hollow out. They stumble to the ground, shrinking rapidly as their arms and legs disappear, their entire form transforming into nothing more than a simple athletic sock. Their once-human body now lays flat, reduced to soft fabric with a stretchy top. A tall anthro cheetah in a tank top and basketball shorts strides confidently onto the stage, his oversized sneakers squeaking as he approaches. With a casual grin, he pulls off one of his shoes and bends down to pick up the newly transformed $eliminated. They feel his warm, furry fingers as he stretches them open and slides them over his sweaty, padded foot. The soft fabric of their new form clings tightly to his fur, and they can feel the shape of his foot pressing into them, every movement sending waves of sensation through their cotton body. The musky scent of his foot fills them, the weight of his athletic body bearing down as he slips his shoe back on, sealing them inside the dark, warm space of his sneaker. As he stands and jogs off, heading for a basketball game, $eliminated can feel every stride, every bounce as they are pressed into the sole of his foot, now just a sock supporting him as he runs, jumps, and plays. Their new life is to be his athletic sock, experiencing every game and every sweaty workout from the confines of his shoe. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as their body begins to twist and morph. Their skin stretches and softens, becoming fabric, while their head turns red and stretchy, forming into an elastic waistband. Their arms and legs shrink into their body, their insides becoming hollow as they change into nothing but clothing. As they fall to the ground, they realize they are becoming a large, comfortable pair of boxer briefs. A chubby, nerdy anthro shiba inu in a gamer shirt walks onto the stage, adjusting his glasses as he spots his new pair of boxers on the ground. With a happy wag of his tail, he bends down and picks up $eliminated. They feel his soft, pudgy hands stretch them open, and in one smooth motion, he pulls them up over his thick, furry legs, sliding them snugly around his fat waist. They can feel the warmth of his body pressing into them, every inch of fabric wrapping around his waist and hips. They feel his fat balls and sheath pressing into what was once the back of their throat, feel his ass snugly wrapped in their backside. He gives them a little tug to make sure they fit just right, then pulls his pants back up, sealing them underneath. He walks off, heading back to his streaming career. $eliminated are now his comfortable boxers, destined to spend their days snugly supporting him as he lounges, streams, and plays games. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, and the Wheel O' TF stops on "Necktie". $eliminated feels their body begin to stretch and change. Their arms are dragged to their sides as they merge with their torso, their body starting to elongate and flatten out. They feel their insides disappear as their skin turns into a smooth, soft fabric. Their legs merge together, their head becomes just part of the long strip of material they are becoming. Their body twists, writhes, and then folds as they fall to the ground, helpless and immobile. They are becoming nothing but a long red tie, the fabric settling perfectly into place as their face disappears into the material. A mature old anthro wolf with a thick moustache and beard steps forward. Dressed in a crisp work shirt, his round belly presses gently against the fabric as he bends down to pick up the newly transformed tie. $eliminated feels the rough pads of his fingers as he carefully ties them around his collar, looping them into a perfect knot. They rest snugly against his shirt, feeling the warmth of his chest and the gentle sway of his belly as he moves. The wolf pats his tie with a satisfied nod, giving it a final adjustment before heading off to his important meeting. As $eliminated is pulled tight against his neck, they realize that their new life is to be his favourite work tie, forever wrapped around his collar, feeling the warmth of his body and experiencing every moment of his professional life as his reliable, stylish accessory. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as a rough-looking anthro hyena in a black leather jacket and ripped jeans strides onto the stage. The hyena smirks as he stomps forward, the heavy clomp of his worn boots echoing with every step. His scent is grimy, musky, and mixed with the smell of leather and oil. Without hesitation, he grabs $eliminated, his fingers curling around their arms, and the transformation begins immediately. $eliminated feels their body shrinking and hardening, their skin turning thick and weathered. Their arms and legs merge into their torso, becoming stiff and tight as leather spreads across their skin. Their mouth opens wide, their body reshapes, and soon they are replaced entirely with a grimy, worn boot, complete with metal studs and thick laces. Their insides feel hollow and needy, the empty space where the hyena’s foot will soon slide in. There is a snapping sound, and an identical boot materialises next to them. The stench of old sweat and motor oil fills $eliminated’s senses, the rough leather encasing them entirely. The hyena grins, yanking off his current boot with a heavy thud, revealing his grimy, sweat-soaked paw. Without a moment's hesitation, he shoves his foot into $eliminated, the leather tightening around his damp fur. Every inch of $eliminated’s new form is pressed against the hyena’s foot, absorbing the warmth and stench of his day on the road. The weight of his body bears down as he laces them up tight, trapping them with his foot inside them, filling them. As the hyena takes his first steps, each thudding stomp sends vibrations through $eliminated, their existence now nothing but a grimy, well-worn boot supporting the biker as he roams the open road. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as a massive anthro rhino in a football jersey and helmet saunters onto the stage. He's bulky and muscular with a hefty gut, clearly a linebacker. The rhino chuckles, adjusting his helmet and snorting as he walks up to $eliminated, eyeing them with a cocky grin. As he grabs their shoulder, the transformation begins. $eliminated feels their body tightening and reshaping, their skin softening and turning into stretchy, durable fabric. They shrink down rapidly, their arms and legs fusing together and forming an elastic wasitband, their body being reduced down to an oversized jockstrap. The rhino pulls down his pants and shows off his fat, heavy cock and balls, then pulls $eliminated up over his legs and around his crotch. The material stretches and contorts around the rhino’s waist, their once-human form now nothing more than snug, supportive fabric. The scent of the rhino’s sweat, heavy and overwhelming, clings to them as they slide into place. Every movement of his massive body sends a jolt of sensation through them as they cling tightly to his thick thighs and muscled form. The heat and musk intensify as the rhino chuckles, tugging at his new jockstrap to adjust it and starting to grope himself. His cock is heavy, hot and enormous, bulging and stretching what used to be $eliminated's head. He groans in pleasure, grunting as he nuts, soaking the material with hot, thick cum. He wipes his hand on $eliminated's fabric, leaving them dripping with his seed, before pulling his football pants back up. Trapped under his sweaty body, $eliminated feels the weight of his groin pressing into them, his every movement filled with power and the stench of hard practice. With a loud snort, the rhino quarterback strides off the stage, heading to the field, leaving $eliminated as his permanent jockstrap. They will be forever trapped supporting his sweaty, athletic form as he powers through his football games and strokes himself inside them after a match. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as a towering, muscular anthro polar bear wearing a wrestling mask stomps onto the stage. The polar bear flexes, showing off his immense bulk and muscular physique, his body radiating heat and strength. Without a word, he grabs $eliminated, pulling them toward him as the transformation begins. Their body starts to stretch and thin, turning into a tight, elastic fabric. Their skin smooths out and softens as they shrink, their limbs disappearing as they reshape into a wrestling singlet. The polar bear strips naked, his enormous fat black cock half-erect. He pulls $eliminated up over himself, stretching them, making them feel every part of his hefty, powerful body. The fabric wraps tightly around the polar bear’s broad, muscled body, clinging to his every curve. $eliminated can feel the warmth of his fur, the power in his muscles, and the thick, musky scent of his sweat soaking into them. They are pulled tightly across his chest, back, and thighs, every ripple of muscle pressing into them as they snugly hug his massive form. The polar bear grunts and adjusts his singlet, pulling it up over his round, furry belly, the tight material stretching to contain his bulk. With a satisfied growl, he flexes again, feeling the fabric cling to his sweaty fur. The smell of his body, ripe and musky from hours in the ring, fills $eliminated’s senses, their new form helplessly wrapped around him. They feel the bulge of his huge, heavy manhood pressing against them, soaking them in scent, warmth and need. As the polar bear marches off to his next wrestling match, $eliminated feels his cock pulse inside them with excitement as the bear thinks of every suplex, every pin, and every drop of sweat he will be forcing them to experience as they join him in his wrestling career. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as an anthro lion with a bulging muscular bare chest and gym shorts steps onto the stage. The lion, his mane wild and his body glistening with sweat from a recent workout, grins as he looks over $eliminated. Without a word, he reaches out and grabs their shoulders, the transformation beginning immediately. $eliminated feels their body tightening, their skin becoming stretchy and breathable, morphing into fabric as their limbs shrink and disappear. In moments, they are reduced to a tight, athletic tank top dangling from the lion's grip. He pulls them up over his head and tugs them down over his handsome body. The fabric wraps snugly around the lion’s broad, muscular chest, clinging to the curves of his powerful shoulders and bulging biceps. Every movement of his body sends a jolt of sensation through $eliminated as they feel the heat and sweat soaking into their new form, the musky scent of the lion’s workout filling their senses. The lion chuckles, adjusting the tank top and flexing his muscles, feeling the fabric stretch tightly against his body. With each breath, $eliminated can feel the rise and fall of his chest, every ripple of muscle as he moves. They are completely absorbed into his gym gear, hugging his sweaty body as he heads off for more intense training. Every motion of his ruppling muscles shifts them, moves them, soaks them with more scent. As the lion heads back to the gym, $eliminated is left doomed to spend their days drenched in sweat, clinging tightly to his muscled frame as he lifts, runs, and flexes. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as an anthro bull in a heavy leather jacket and denim jeans steps up onto the stage. The bull's thick, muscular body radiates heat and power. He looks down at $eliminated with a snort. He grabs them by the shoulders, and the transformation begins. $eliminated feels their body tightening and hardening, their skin turning into thick, rough denim. Their legs hollow out, their feet disappearing. Their arms wrap around themselves, turning into a leather belt. Their face merges into the fabric of their new body, their mouth a metal zipper. Bit by bit their form reshaping into a pair of tight, well-worn jeans. The bull grunts as he picks up his new jeans, sliding them up over his massive thighs and thick waist. $eliminated feels the stretch of the denim as it clings to his legs, the fabric tight and hot against his muscled form. The heat from his body radiates through them, and the smell of beef and sweat fills the air as they mold to him perfectly. As he zips them up, $eliminated is left as just a pair of tight, rugged jeans for this muscular bull. Every step he takes makes the denim shift and stretch, rubbing against his powerful legs. The sensation of his body’s weight and the heat of his musk press into the fabric, making them feel every movement. With a grunt, the bull walks off to hop on his motorcycle, leaving $eliminated as nothing more than his favorite pair of jeans. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as a broad-shouldered anthro wolf in a sleeveless hoodie and gym shorts strolls onto the stage. The wolf grins, his fur matted with sweat from a long workout session. He runs a clawed hand over his chest, wiping away some of the sweat before grabbing $eliminated by the shoulder. As soon as he makes contact, the transformation begins. $eliminated’s body tightens, their skin becoming soft, stretchy fabric as they begin to shrink. Their limbs retract into their body, their insides hollow out, and bit by bit they reshape into a pair of tight, breathable compression shorts. In moments, they find themselves pulled up over the wolf’s muscular legs, clinging tightly to his powerful thighs and rear. The fabric hugs every curve of his body, feeling the heat and the dampness of his fur pressing into them. The wolf adjusts the waistband, ensuring that $eliminated fits snugly, before giving his legs a flex to test the fit. They feel the wolf's firm powerful cock inside them, his heavy balls bulging their front. The musky scent of his workout clings to $eliminated’s new form, every movement of the wolf’s body making them stretch and conform to his shape. The heat from his muscles and the sweat soaking into the fabric makes them feel the intensity of his workout as he heads back to the gym for another round. As the wolf steps offstage, heading for the weights, $eliminated realizes this is really their lief now. To be forever stuck clinging to his muscular, sweaty body as he pushes himself through intense training sessions, absorbing every drop of his sweat and musk. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as an overweight anthro bear in a shirt and tie enters the studio and waves. "Heya, came down on my break. Someone said I was winning a prize?", he says in a gruff, friendly voice. His short-sleeved dress shirt is stretched tight around his belly, and his tie is crooked, a clear sign of long hours at the office. He scratches the back of his neck, listening as the host explains the rules to him. He is confused but a little excited, and he pulls off his leather shoes and socks, revealing his huge, wide and tired paws. He gently takes $eliminated and presses them down, before pushing his warm sweaty feet onto their face. The transformation begins slowly, pleasure flowing through them as their body starts to shrink and flatten, their skin turning into soft, elastic black fabric. Their insides feel hollow, their legs merge together, and their arms sink into their chest and disappear. A craving for the bear's feet fills their mind, consumes their desires. Their mind grows confused as their body splits in two, a pleasurable sensation that doubles their craving for feet. Before long there is nothing left of them but a pair of plain, black, tight-fitting dress socks. The bear bends over, tugging them up over his large, furry feet and thick ankles. The warmth and slight dampness of his tired feet press into them as the fabric stretches to accommodate his size. As the bull stands and blushes a little, $eliminated feels every step, the pressure of his body bearing down on them with each movement. "Wow, this young fella is pretty comfy! You sure they're ok being on my feet forever?", he asks. The host reassures him, and the bear hurries back to work. The heat of his workday surrounds them, and the faint scent of foot sweat begins to cling to their fabric as he moves around the office. They feel the constant weight of his exhaustion and the pressure of supporting his tired feet through another long, grueling day at the office. The bull heads back to his cubicle, leaving $eliminated as his dress socks, his comfortable companion assisting him in his tired and stressful office job. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as a burly anthro German shepherd police officer in a crisp blue uniform steps onto the stage. The officer's strong, disciplined frame moves with purpose, his thick fur slightly damp from the heat of the day. He adjusts his pants and glances down at $eliminated before grabbing them and wrapping their arms around his waist. The transformation begins immediately, their body shrinking and compressing, skin turning into smooth, tight leather, limbs flattening as they slide through the loops of his pants. Their form wraps around his waist, snugly fitting over his hips and under his uniform. Their arms fuse together above his tail, their lower body pulls up into their chest and disappears. Their face becomes a shiny, sleek belt buckle. Every breath the officer takes, every movement of his muscular body, presses against them, and they feel the weight of his tools hanging from them. His radio, his holster. hos handcuffs, and baton. The scent of his fur, mixed with the musk of a long day on patrol, clings to them. As $eliminated’s mind shifts, they become obsessed with his scent, the musky mix of hard work and discipline filling them with purpose. Their thoughts align with his mission, to protect, serve, assist. All they want is to support him, to carry his tools, to help him in every way possible as he moves through the streets. The officer straightens his uniform, adjusting the belt before heading out on patrol. With each step, $eliminated feels the pull of his movements, completely immersed in the scent of his body and focused on supporting him in his duties. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as an anthro German shepherd police officer in a buttoned-up uniform shirt strides confidently onto the stage, his large and powerful feet clad in soft black socks but no shoes. The canine’s eyes are sharp, his movements purposeful as he scans the crowd, looking for troublemakers. He nods, then grabs $eliminated and pushes them to the ground, lifting one of his socked feet and pressing it onto their face. $eliminated’s body begins to change their skin turning into polished, sturdy leather, their mouth instinctively opening wide to accept the dog's toes as he slides them over their tongue, then pushes his whole foot down into their throat. They shrink down, their body compressing, shifting to reshape around his foot. The warmth of his padded paws fills them, and they can feel the faint dampness from his long hours of duty. Their arms become long and thin, changing into laces which he pulls and fastens tightly around his ankles. With every step, $eliminated feels the full weight of his body pressing down on them. Their mind becomes consumed with the scent of his footpaw, the musky odor of a hard-working officer filling their senses. It isn’t just the scent that drives them, though, it’s the overwhelming desire to assist him. They want to support his every step, help him chase down criminals, stand firm during long shifts, and provide him with stability. As the officer steps forward, his boots clacking against the floor, $eliminated feels nothing but pride. They are now his reliable footwear, firmly gripping the ground beneath him, obsessed with his scent and driven to support him in every task as he patrols the streets. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as a chubby anthro shiba inu dog in an oversized gaming hoodie and sweatpants waddles onto the stage. The dog adjusts his headset, his tail wagging lazily behind him as he gives a grin. His fur is scurfy and unkempt, messy from coming here direct from a 24-hour gaming stream. He phones himself with his camera and talks to his stream chat. "Hey chat, I'm here to pick up my new console! Like ans subscribe!", he says. He walks over to $eliminated and pulls up their shirt, then starts to stroke their chest. $eliminated’s body starts to compact and reshape, their skin hardening and becoming smooth plastic. Buttons and ports appear on their torso, their feet shrink down into small plastic nubs, and their body is filled with the hum of electronics. Their mouth flattens, becoming a CD tray, and their arms fall to their sides, transforming and bulging out into a pair of game controllers. They feel the dog's pudgy fingers turning them on, the feeling of being activated almost orgasmic as they crave the feeling of a video game inside them. $eliminated’s mind shifts, their former desires changing as updates fill their electronic brain, games are installed inside their mind, recordings of the dog's playthroughs taking the space that used to be their memories. The canine picks them up and carries them back to his home. The shiba sits down in his gaming chair, feet up on the desk, giving his new console a pat as he begins his next stream. $eliminated can feel the endless pleasure of entertaining the dog, feels every moment of his gameplay, and whirrs with happy electronic bliss. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as they begin to shrink and change. Their skin softens and becomes rubbery and squishy, stretching in strange ways as a spade-tipped tail slithers out from behind them. Two large, soft horns sprout from their head, while small batlike wings unfurl from their back. $eliminated’s body continues to shift, shrinking further until they become a small, weak imp with an almost comical appearance, made from some sort of rubbery material. They glance down, rubbing their strange, squishy demonic body, the texture feeling odd but somehow thrilling. Their mind starts to shift, thoughts becoming mischievous and playful, filled with a desire for pranks and chaos. Every move they make is accompanied by an impish giggle, and they can't help but think of the fun tricks they could pull as they stroke and squeeze the smooth rubbery bulge between their legs. Suddenly, a wizard appears in a flash of light. With a quick incantation, a magical collar snaps around $eliminated’s neck, binding them to his will. Their playful impulses are dampened by the collar’s magic, forcing them into obedience. Though their mind still brims with ideas for mischief, they find themselves compelled to serve the wizard’s every command, their rebellious nature restrained until they can find loopholes to mess with him and ruin his experiments. The wizard gives a smug grin and beckons $eliminated to follow, leading them offstage. $eliminated scurries after him, tail flicking behind them, now bound as his familiar and servant, destined to be a somewhat loyal, horny little companion in his magical studies. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the air fills with a strong, musky scent. Their body begins to change, thick black and white fur growing all over their skin. A large, bushy, striped tail forms behind them, and they feel their limbs shrink and reshape until they drop down onto all fours, their body becoming rounder and fluffier. Within moments, they’ve transformed into a large, fluffy skunk. Their mind fills with a new obsession with scents. They squirm and wriggle, sniffing the air as their love for powerful, musky smells overtakes them. The idea of strong, pungent scents delights them. Sweaty socks, steaming junkyards, fragrant garlic, the smell of trash cans waiting to be knocked over. It all fills their thoughts, and they can’t help but wag their tail in excitement at the idea of finding new, delightful odors. They drool with desire, body feeling warm, stinky and needy as the thought of bad smells makes them shudder, leak and throb with need. Smelling powerful stinks is an addiction, a craving, a pleasure more wonderful even than orgasm. Without hesitation, they waddle off into the city, their fluffy tail swaying behind them as they sniff the air in search of the perfect trash can to topple. The city’s alleyways and dumpsters are their playground now, filled with the strong, smelly treasures they’ve come to adore. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as their body begins to harden and grow. Their limbs thicken and their skin turns to stone, becoming blocky and solid as their body swells with power. Magical runes glow all over them as they are engraved upon their stone form, their eyes transforming into two glowing lights. A mighty stone mane forms around their head, and their feet become enormous, heavy blocks of rock, powerful carved stone paws that stomp the ground with every movement. They bulk out, growing bigger, heavier, more powerful. They look like a massive lion, but carved roughly out of thick rugged stone. As their body grows more imposing, their mind begins to shrink. Pleasure and desire fills them, their body pulsing with need, but as their massive spadelike paw-hands move down to their crotch, they start to forget what the were doing. Complex thoughts and emotions fade away, replaced by a simple, obedient nature. Their memories vanish, and all that remains is the urge to follow commands. They are no longer an individual but a mindless stone guardian, built for protection and service. With each heavy step, they feel only the desire to carry out orders, their emotions dulled to nothing. The pleasure and need is endless, but they will never be able to relieve it. They lumber forward, obedient and emotionless, waiting for instructions. A glowing portal appears, and without hesitation, they march through it, stepping into a fantasy world where they will serve as a silent, unyielding guardian of the ancient temple ruins, destined to follow the orders of anyone who commands them. [[Begin]]

The spotlight stops on $eliminated right as an enormous lion barely contained by his football uniform steps up onto stage. “There you are, you’re late for practice.” Practice? “Yeah, dude. I know you’re a little slow, but we do this every week at the same time. At least like, set an alarm or something bro. I can show you if you don’t know how to do that,” the lion says as he hooks a beefy arm around $eliminated’s shoulders. The lion’s fuzzy armpit is thick with musk, beads of sweat more and more tempting for $eliminated to lap up with his suddenly rough feeling tongue. Dude? Bro? Why is this lion acting like he knows him? And… why does everything feel a little slower and foggier each time he calls him his bro? Fur quickly spreads across $eliminated’s skin, growing in a vibrant orange with black stripes, thick muscle swelling beneath as a dazed look crosses his face. His eyes look foggier and dumber, the spark of intelligence fading under the assault of the lion jock’s thick musk and his massive muscles. $eliminated struggles to keep it together, his clothes beginning to tear over his beefier biceps and suddenly massive pecs. Fur grew in thickly under his arms and between his new pecs, a similar scent of sweat and musk rising around him. You… you gotta have the wrong guy. He’s… not a dude. Or a bro. The lion rolls his eyes, “What, you forgot you’re on the football team again? You’re really not doing us jocks any favors when we get called dumb, y’know?” J… jocks? The lion nods pulling up his jersey, shedding his shoulder pads, then shoving $eliminated’s face into his pecs. A short, masculine muzzle filled with fangs pushes out of his nose, a dopey grin crossing it as the lion's musk its suddenly much stronger through his nrewly feline nose. “Yeah. You’re a jock. A dumb meathead. The dumbest and meatiest of ‘em even. You need me of all people to remind you that we’ve got practice. You’re not any good except for those muscles of yours.” $eliminated finds himself nodding along as he idly licks the sweaty, musky crevice between the lion’s pecs, he guesses he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. He might even be the dullest one there. Though why was he thinking about tools and sheds again? … Oh, right, because his tool was rubbing right up against his bro’s, heh. His 'tool' swells hugely, mashing against his lion bro’s, suddenly underneath a jockstrap which struggles to contain it. The rest of a football uniform forms around him, identical to the lion’s except for the number and name on the back. “Come on dude, save that for after practice. You can find a guy to pound in the locker rooms,” the football player lion says, tugging the $eliminated’s muzzle out of his pecs. He quickly directs $eliminated off the stage, now an equally huge tiger jock, any scrap of intelligence he possessed traded for dumb brawn. [[Begin]] Contributed by Proteansc!

The spotlight stops on $eliminated, just as the Wheel O' TF lands on "Chubby Anthro Librarian Hippopotamus." The transformation begins swiftly. $eliminated's fingers bloat and swell, thickening into broad, leathery stumps. His once human fingers merge, turning into rounded, hoof-like appendages, perfect for clumsily handling old books. His arms and legs thicken, his skin morphing into a thick, tough hide, the distinct gray, wrinkled texture of a hippopotamus. It spreads over his expanding form, a dense, almost rubbery skin replacing the softness of human flesh, making him appear both more grounded and immovable. His chest broadens, belly pushing out into a round, sagging paunch that swings with every awkward movement. The change is almost comical as his face pushes outward, snout flattening, lips thickening into a wide hippo-like muzzle. He stumbles, the world seeming smaller as he balloons outward, his clothes tearing in places to accommodate his sheer mass. A thick, stubby tail wiggles at the base of his spine, wagging lazily as if trying to balance out his newfound size. His legs strain under his own weight, forcing him into a slow, deliberate waddle. Despite the drastic transformation, a calm, bookish aura still radiates from $eliminated. His mind adapts, fitting his new role perfectly, settling into a kind of quiet contentment. He plods over to the nearest stack of books, hoisting one up with surprising care for his now lumbering form, his heavy feet causing the floor to groan beneath him. $eliminated’s ears flick as he listens to the faint rustling of pages, the scent of musty tomes blending with the earthy scent of his hippo skin. The last traces of his old life fade, replaced by the slow, steady purpose of an anthro librarian hippopotamus. Each slow, heavy step sends a rumble through the floor, as he moves with the certainty and calm authority of someone who knows their place, guardian of knowledge, and now, a rather large one at that. [[Begin]] Contributed by Furpower!

The spotlight settles on $eliminated, as their clothes immediately morph into an oversized, cut-sleeve leather jacket, a pair of 4XL dingy jeans, and massive skater sneakers, double the size of their feet. $eliminated is about to protest, grasping at the sagging jeans in a desperate attempt to cover their lower body. But something stops them. A smell. It emanates from those same clothes, a pungent mix of wild sex, unwashed sweat, and a powerful stench of dirty socks and shoes. $eliminated gags and bends over, almost retching as the overpowering odor assaults their nostrils. But it’s only a momentary reaction. After all, why should they be disgusted by their own smell? As this realization dawns, their body begins to change, tingling with a strange energy. Their belly suddenly pushes out with a loud “FWOOOMMP”, filling out the dirt-stained jacket, while their once flat chest balloons into a pair of flabby moobs. Their entire form rapidly swells with blubbery fat, soon to be covered by a thick coat of coarse, brown hair. $eliminated stares in a mixture of horror and growing pride as their hands tremble, fingers thickening and melding into dark, hardened keratin—resembling trotters. At the same time, their feet swell within the damp, sweaty sneakers, and the smell intensifies; its funk wafting to the front row of the audience, which recoils in disgust. Seeing their reactions, $eliminated feels a sudden surge of shame, instinctively trying to hide their now humongous form behind other contestants or seeking an escape from the stage. But... why should they feel embarrassed? This is who they are, and this is exactly how they want to be! If society doesn’t get it, well... screw them! Not everyone’s lucky enough to be a sexy, sleazy boar, right? With each passing second, as their mind shifts further, $eliminated steps out from hiding, puffing out their massive chest with pride and flipping the audience off with a defiant middle finger. Let those losers think they’re just a dumb, irredeemable thug. So what if they are? It’s far better than being a mindless sheep, conforming to everything. It’s way better to be a horny, dirty boar who loves to sully the pristine places of society with their musk. With that thought cemented in their mind, $eliminated kicks off one of their sneakers, picks it up, and shoves their nose deep into its sweaty, rank opening. A chorus of loud grunts and snorts announce just how much the transforming participant enjoys their own stench. When they finally pull the shoe away, their face is no longer human: a large, fat pig snout oinks proudly, slick with the sweat dripping from the sneaker’s interior. $eliminated grins as coarse fur spreads across their head, while their once-human ears migrate to the top of their skull, stretching into pointed tips. Finally, the big, slobby boar raises one of their legs slightly and pushes out a new tail, which conveniently wriggles through a hole in their jeans, accompanied by a loud fart that gasses the other participants. A portal shimmers into existence, revealing a dingy alley in a sprawling city, dimly lit by a flickering lamppost as the open back door of a graffiti-covered apartment beckons from the shadows. $eliminated smirks with eager anticipation, ready to return to their den, hogging out to some dirty porn. With a casual toss, they hurl the increasingly stinky shoe towards the audience, which quickly parts to avoid the rancid object as if it were radioactive. “Friggin’ normies...” grunts the boar before stepping through the portal, which snaps shut behind them. [[Begin]] Contributed by Chanx!

<<switch random(35)>> <<case 0>>The contestants are each assigned an anthro hyena. They have to press their noses to the hyena's sweaty musky paws, and the last person to pull their face away is the winner. <<case 1>>The contestants are each given a plate of spicy transformation peppers. They are both ultra-spicy and also will transform anyone eating them gradually into a drooling moronic hellhound who won't remember what the contest is. Contestants will be reverted after the challenge. The winner is the person who can eat the most peppers. <<case 2>>The contestants are each given a button to hold in their hands and then are strapped into a tickling machine and tickled. They can be freed if they drop the button, and the last person standing wins. <<case 3>>The contestants are given cryptic crosswords. The first to finish their crossword is the winner. To make it more difficult, the crosswords are the stripes wrapped around an anthro zebra. <<case 4>>The contestants have to balance on one leg atop three-foot-tall poles, while the entire time they are being transformed slowly (and temporarily) into pink flamingos. The winner is the one who stays up the longest. <<case 5>>The contestants are each transformed temporarily into a kobold, and placed in front of a massive lazy dragon who really needs a foot massage. The winner is the kobold who can resist the longest. <<case 6>>The contestants are introduced to Santa's anthro reindeer team, and must kiss each reindeer in the order they are listed in the famous song. The first to get the order correct is the winner. <<case 7>>The contestants are transformed temporarily into octopi and must race up a hill, scrambling to be the first to grab a flag. <<case 8>>The contestants are lifted to the backs of massive muscular minotaurs. They must hold on as the minotaurs take arousal pills and thrash around in violent, addicted masturbation. The last contestant to fall off or join in wins. <<case 9>>The contestants must each press their face into the (freshly washed) hefty thick black butthole of an assigned centaur. The last person to pull their face away wins. <<case 10>>The contestants must eat hyper jellybeans that cause their sexual attributes to grow larger and more sensitive with each jellybean. The contestant who can go the longer without touching their transformed parts wins. <<case 11>>The contestants are sent into a room full of treasure chests. One of them is a mimic, and will swallow the contestant upon being opened and tease them with its massive wet tongue. The person who finds the mimic will win (once they have been pulled free). <<case 12>>The contest is a dance-off, but first each contestant is infected with lycanthropy. The skylight above the dance floor opens and closes randomly to reveal the moon, and the contestants must keep up the rhythm even as they change back and forth. <<case 13>>The first contestant to bake an edible cake is the winner. All of the ingredients are alive, mischievous, and eager to run away and mock the chefs. <<case 14>>Contestants must mud-wrestle each other, but the mud is from an ogre swamp and the longer they spend in it the more they will transform into moronic, hulking green ogres. <<case 15>>The contestants must choose a mirror from a cursed fairground which will release a clone of them from another universe where they are another personality, species or age. The winner is the one who can defeat the most alternate versions of themselves without losing a match. <<case 16>>The contestants must attempt to guess the species of a line of anthros while blindfolded, based purely on the feel and smell of their armpits. <<case 17>>The contestants must race, but they won't be doing the running. They are transformed into cocks for feral racehorses and the winner is the cock who's horse cums first. <<case 18>>The contestants must answer trivia questions while being transformed piece by piece into dumb donkeys with every wrong answer. <<case 19>>The contestants are paired up and turned into frogs, then must participate in a tug of war using their new powerful tongues. <<case 20>>The contestants must win a staring contest with Medusa. The last non-statue is the winner. <<case 21>>The last contestant uneaten after being dropped into a pit full of hungry anthro hippos is the winner. <<case 22>>The contestants must play water polo while in the form of pooltoys. <<case 23>>The contestants are paired up, one of each pair becoming a Nokia brick cellphone and the other playing Snake on them. <<case 24>>The contestants are transformed into random Pokemon and must engage in one-on-one battles. <<case 25>>The contestants are transformed into random Digimon and must engage with one-on-one battles with people who insist Pokemon is better. <<case 26>>The contestants must improvise comedy sketches for an audience of cackling gnolls. <<case 27>>The contestants must race to see how many werewolf cocks they can jerk to completion in ten minutes. <<case 28>>The contestants must are shrunk down to micro size and must race from the feet of an anthro giraffe to the top of his head. <<case 29>>The contestants are each transformed into slime and mixed together in a big tub, then pooled into separate puddles. The first puddle to remember who it is wins. <<case 30>>The contestants must stare into the eyes of a smug hypnotic owl. The person who can resist rubbing his big feathery belly the longest is the winner. <<case 31>>The winner of the contest is the first person who can get a flustered anthro labrador to say he loves them. <<case 32>>The contestants are transformed into fat lazy warthogs and put on a couch in front of a TV, with the remote two feet away. The winner is the first warthog to change the channel. <<case 33>>The contestants are infected with a computer virus that wants to take over their mind. The first contestant to assert their name is the winner (even if their eyes are glowing like an LCD screen when they say it). <<case 34>>The contestants must play darts on a board that is the belly of a huge fat crocodile with a masochism kink. <<case 35>>The contestants must eat a cake. The cakes are small male anthro dogs made of pastry and stuffed with cream. They really want to be eaten, but it is kinda weird. <</switch>> <<set $randomplayer to $players.random()>> The winner is $randomplayer.name! [[Alliances]]

The contestants stand on the stage, watching as the wheel of transformation spins to an embarrassing fate, all while the spotlights above flick from one contestant to the next. Who lost the vote? Where will it stop... [[Elimination]] <<set $eliminateduser to $players.pluck()>> <<set $eliminated to $eliminateduser.name>> <<set $change to $eliminateduser.change>> <<set $episode to $episode+1>>

<<if $players.length > 2>><<include AllianceCode>> <<include AllianceCode>> <<include AllianceCode>> [[Voting]]<<else>> The time of the final voting approaches... [[Voting]] <</if>>

<<set $randomplayers to $players.randomMany(2)>> $randomplayers[0].name and $randomplayers[1].name <<switch random(22)>> <<case 0>>have an argument about anime. <<case 1>>go on a very awkward date. <<case 2>>develop a crush on each other. <<case 3>>have a fight over who will be the winner. <<case 4>>kiss each other shyly. <<case 5>>form an alliance. <<case 6>>engage in a kung-fu duel. <<case 7>>briefly get turned into a two-headed person until the cure can be found. <<case 8>>bite each other. <<case 9>>rub each other's feet. <<case 10>>engage in outright lewd acts right on camera. <<case 11>>form an evil alliance. <<case 12>>get catdogged together temporarily. <<case 13>>become owner and pet. <<case 14>>become owner and living cock for half the episode. <<case 15>>have an eating contest with hotdogs. <<case 16>>challenge each other to a trivia contest. <<case 17>>go on a date that goes very well. <<case 18>>flirt with each other. <<case 19>>compare outfits. <<case 20>>swap outfits. <<case 21>>write up some sort of sinister contract. <<case 22>>have a violent row. <</switch>>

<<if $players.length > 2>>Each contestant goes to a secret confession booth to vote for who they think should change next... <<for _i = 0; _i < $players.length; _i++>> <<set $emotion to $emotions.random()>> $players[_i].name looks $emotion about their vote. <</for>> [[Roulette]]<<else>> The transformed eliminated members are brought back and asked to vote for who should win. In some cases this is by scanning their newly transformed minds, for those who had more dramatic changes. [[Roulette]] <</if>>