A week later

"And as we've learned, UC-34 was quickly updated by UC-34.1 an hour after being applied, implementing consent to change and inverting the default opt-out to a verbal opt-in," A professor in law named Jonathan Maxwell was in studio on screen, speaking in a professional tone to the blonde female TV host, Marilyn Milfred, now also known as 'the asshole slayer.' Initially she was just known as 'The Jameson slayer,' but she quickly built up a reputation for making use of her new tools and strengths.

She was wearing a blazer over a deep v-cut shirt. But, quite a few who were watching the news were waiting for the camera to get a full figure of her, because she was wearing a pair of red satin tights with a custom tailored pocket wrapping her massive member up in a avocado-like bulge.

"And thus the end of 'AH,' or Anarchy Hour of 34 zero," Marilyn said to summarize and quickly continued, "but that still leaves us quite in the dark about the ways of acquiring of U-Credit," she continued.

The professor gave a genial smile and talked with elegant hand gestures. He appeared like an elven king, long platinum hair, slightly alien and androgynous features, wearing a custom tight dark green suit with plenty of elven embroidery.

"Yes, which I suspect is Omni-Anon's preferences for more trickery showing through," the professor said. "I'll leave it to more capable agents to analyze our new overlord or overlords. But, it seems they enjoy seeing people find ways around the system, handing out Credits to people for seemingly random acts."

"But some actions have been discovered to be reproducible, or at the very least predictable," Marilyn said.

"Yes, the most predictable is the eighteenth birthday gift of two credits that are awarded if the target has opted in," Professor Maxvell answered. "but beyond that, acting in-character seems to give a credit a week or so, depending on the hours spent. Then, in what seems to be a more difficult pattern to predict, finding ways to trick targets into changing in ways advantageous to the influencer."

"Those were pretty simple during AH," Marilyn said, "the 'don't think of pink elephant-girls' pitfall being quite common, as well as more direct methods."

Professor Maxwell raised a perfect eyebrow before he nodded. "Well, sure, and if you have both the credit to unlock someone's opt-out for up to thirty minutes and credit to apply a newly incepted idea, you only need to make sure they don't-," the professor said as he lifted up his left hand between them, his green suit turning into black and white striped satin gloves, sliding over his skin which was rapidly becoming neon pink, fingers growing bigger but more elegant, although with somewhat thick but perfectly maintained red nails. "-notice the changes. You've been doing your homework, Marilyn," the professor said and smiled as he observed the change slowly crawling up his arm.

"Damn," Marilyn said in a slightly apologetic tone. "I guess I should have been more vague, but you seemed like a pink elephant enjoyer,"

"I've heard of worse ideas," Maxwell said as he made a fist with his hand, the changes seeming to slow down a little as they came to his shoulder. "But I suppose this is a good example as any. If I reactivated my opting out that you just deactivated, this would quickly return to my previous form. Currently I'm just slowing the advance by focusing on my former self, but as soon as this change gets far enough along," he said as the pink skin began crawling up his neck, flowing over his face and making his nose trumpet into a long but elegant and smooth elephant trunk. "I'll start feeling more inclined to stay in my new form."

"And you could opt out without any credit at all if you catch the changes," Marilyn said, now the one giving Maxwell a raised eyebrow.

"Correct," Maxwell said in a deep but feminine voice as his platinum hair turned bubblegum pink and curly, his face a mix of a hot human woman and anthropomorphic elephant, purple make-up blossoming around his bigger eyes. He glanced down as the change quickly overcame his body in a free fall, heavy breasts blossoming into existence on his chest with a definite center of balance disturbance, hips flaring out and a pink tail whipping into existence. She had girth, but her surprisingly long legs with black and white candy striped trousers accentuating her thick thighs gave her a silhouette a model would approve of.

"And of course, the suggesting influencer has some **** influence to the design of the end result," She said as she stepped out in front of the glass table between the two and gave a small posing show to the camera. "I probably would have just become a pink ball out of some Pixar movie that was more elephant than human, so I'll give you credit on this."

"Well, you don't get a job in television without some creative juices running through your system," Marilyn said as she stepped up, grabbed Jonathan's waist and pulled her close, stuffing her avocado bulge up against Jonathan's curvy rear and mauling one of his impressive natural tits, eliciting a small moan of approval.

"I guess we're getting a bit off track here," Jonathan said as she untangled herself from Marilyn's grasp, going back to her spot by the table. The audience noticed the erection growing and throbbing in Marilyn's red silky bulge, but surprisingly enough she held it together and walked back to her spot. "but, the first times you are being tricked, you are almost guaranteed to get a credit point which you can use to undo or just do something new to yourself, either by opening yourself up for more suggestions from others, or your own desires."

"The latter option seems to be difficult for people to do without being hampered by the novel desires of their new forms, if I'm not mistaken?" Marilyn said as her erect bulge rubbed squeakily against the roof of the glass table with the sideways roll of her hips, no doubt causing great frustration in the audio room.

"That is correct, so it usually helps to have a loved one you trust to undo any damages you've been tricked into."

"You got any loved ones waiting at home to turn you back into an elf?" Marilyn asked.

The pink elephant woman pursed her lips and gave Marilyn a sultry look. "I probably am going to need to earn myself an extra credit point before I'm allowed back into the bed, I'm afraid."

Marilyn turned her torso towards the camera as the sound of glass beginning to crack was heard in the background. "I guess that brings us to the weather, where I hear a sudden storm might cause certain departments of the television studio to snow in. Nothing to worry about for friends and family... I'll keep your pets well fed," Marilyn Milfred smiled as she went quiet and gave the camera a shit eating grin.

A hand picked up the remote and stopped the advertisement that began playing, a huff of frustration filled the room as they once more considered their plight and what to do about it. The recording was a few days old by now, but nothing new has come as of late that explained the "new reality," much better.