"Welcome to tonight's episode of 'Do You Want to be an Amazon!'" Tiffany Innuendacock greeted the audience, who practically rocked the rafters with eager cheering and clapping. The nearly three meter tall Amazon was all muscle and curves. She was dressed like she always was, in a formal shirt and jacket, straining to contain her gender appropriate breast and biceps, and a too small loincloth, struggling to contain her massive endowment, balancing on a pair of stiletto heels that gave her ass a boost past bouncy and into earthquake prone. "And let's meet today's contestant, Garth."
The stage lights pivoted to point at the middle aged man sitting perched on a too tall stool, wearing the same outfit as Tiffany, though it certainly wasn't nearly as flattering.
"So, why are you here tonight, Garth?" Tiffany asked, sliding back into her stool, her built and flowing form contrasting with the painfully ordinary smaller man.
"Well, erm... my wife, Dorthy, and I were hoping to... use the money to help pay off some debts..." Garth said, compressing weeks of arguing, worry, and slowly evaporating alternatives into one line.
"And how does Dorthy feel about you being on here?" Tiffany asked, looking at him in mock concern.
"Well, she applied too..."
"That's a good start." Tiffany agreed.
"And she's in the audience." Garth continued, smiling a bit, looking into the crowd. His face fell.
"Sorry honey, we stopped allowing spouses in the same room after last season. She'll be watching from our VIP booth." Tiffany said, not entirely unkindly, pointing to the darkened room set above the main seating. The lights turned on, revealing a plainly worried woman about the same age as Garth. They waved to each other. One of the four Amazon Warriors in the room blew a kiss down at Garth, while a Servant brought around a drinks tray, their mass of tits and ass wobbling across the audience's screen's to general applause.
"Alright, how much money do you two need?"
"Erm... all of it... I'm going to go for all of it."
"All ten rounds? My, I can't wait to see what you look like at the other end. I only managed seven before getting too distracted to continue." Tiffany said, raising an eyebrow. "Still, I'm sure whatever happens will open up a wealth of new job opportunities."
Garth blushed. She wasn't kidding. Some people managed to only go a few rounds, escaping with "just" a new gender, and an extensive makeup routine to look like their old selves. The changes got more extreme as the show went on, a decade's worth of normally carefully controlled and dialed in mutagenic extracts added to a person's body in such a short time tended to produce... excessive outcomes. Sure, anyone could go out and buy a cum energy drink to grow or shrink a bit, but a full fledged pure strain transformation was pretty rare, especially given how ancestry could interact and push someone more aggressively than desired. Most people didn't risk it after college, and usually let any changes revert. Maybe with a splurge for special moments.
Still, Garth did some exploration, he'd even enjoyed it with his wife on their honeymoon, but... a little extra endurance and length was nothing like what was showing off in front of him right now. The head that hung past the loincloth easily was larger than his fear shrunken junk, and he didn't even want to think about how much smaller he was when both were hard.
Tiffany stood up and rolled her shoulders, highlighting her mutagen started and gym perfected frame, causing the specially reinforced stage to complain slightly at the nearly quarter ton of weight gracefully dancing around the edges, delighting in her watermelon sized boobs, her bright red hair, grapefruit sized balls, and constantly half aroused member that poured off enough pheromones to make the front few rows a splash zone.
Garth took a deep breath, said pheromones not helping to calm down his racing heart. There were only a few rounds that he needed to get absolutely right. Then he might be able to have a mostly normal life with Dorthy. But no matter what happened, she would be safe.
"Alright Garth, if you're ready, come over to the chair, where our technicians will get you set up." Tiffany said, leaning on the large padded seat, injectors prepped for the next contestant. Two masked people waited next to it, as her member hardened a tad, pushing fist sized head entirely past the end of the loincloth. Yeah, it was very easily larger than his junk, even as the pheromones slowly pushed it more towards normal size.
Garth swallowed and got up, trying to balance on the same shoes, tottering towards the chair, entirely aware that everyone could see his rear.
The two technicians had already prepped him ahead of the show, and it was a moment before the tubes were hooked up near his kidneys. He shivered as a slow current of cold began to spread from the injection points; a constant flow of saline and nutrients was entering his body to help with the later changes. Garth leaned back in the too large seat, trying not to kick his feet in nervous anticipation, still trying to keep his junk covered.
Tiffany waited until the medical staff gave the thumbs up. "Now, Garth," Tiffany began, and the entire crowd shouted with her. "Do you want to be an Amazon?" Garth nodded, dry mouthed.
"Then it's time to begin!" Tiffany said happily, sliding into her iconic stool with the third leg cutout. "As you know, there will be 10 questions. Answer them correctly, and you get to choose what change you'll get. Answer them wrong, and our eager audience will get to make their selection. Each question doubles your prize." She held up her data pad, and pressed a button. On the screens above, three options popped up. Servant, Citizen, Warrior. There was some loud tapping as people input their choice already. It was rarely Citizen. "What one are you hoping for?"
Garth tried to smile. "Warrior." He said. Of course he'd prefer Citizen, it was the only one that really let someone have a vaguely normal life, but trying to ask for that off that bat was just begging for trouble later. Even if he was normal sized, not being able to walk because of beanbag sized balls and boobs wasn't quite something he was willing to risk so quickly, and was practically guaranteed. And Servant had enough baggage even if he didn't get a rear as huge as the Servant passing out drinks in the VIP booth. He shook his head, trying to focus on the first question. I twas always about the origins of the Amazons, and usually had the same answer.
"Good choice. I know I've never regretted it." Tiffany laughed, leaning back and stretching, relishing the crowd's approval. "And onto the first question, which legendary figure first created the Amazon virus?"
"The Guiding Mother." Garth said reflexively, then slapped his forehead as he realized his mistake.
"Oof, looks like you already know the trick answer there. No, the Guiding Mother is who created Amazonia and bestowed the gift on her worshipers. The Needy Servant is who created the virus. And time for the vote." Garth slumped his head, annoyed that he'd already messed up, and on one of the more important questions. "And looks like you're in luck! Warrior. Have fun being able to lift boulders and crush trees with your thighs." Garth grinned weakly, sure he could shrink the height later... but warrior meant he was going to get a lot more extreme choices later, since they'd fit on his new frame, and those weren't something he would easily be able to fix. His normal-ish life was already rapidly slipping away.
Garth slumped against the seat, as he heard the systems in the chair come to life, and shivered as he felt the colder mutagen being pumped into his body. The cold feeling dissipated quickly, but he could feel his insides shifting, and his groin begin to heat up, his cock already starting to tent the loincloth. A moment later, the real capabilities of the chair were revealed, as a bolt of energy shot through his body.
He blinked, disoriented, and shifted his legs. Two unfamiliar folds of skin slid past each other. His new pussy.
