Dominating orc champion, of course

I think about the options they've presented to me, and there are a few that seem a perfect match for me.

Powerful

Musclebitch that I am, I had **** but to pick this one. I've spent years cultivating my body to pin, ****, and throw my targets (I prefer target to partner, as the latter falsely implies we're anything close to equal) for years, and now I have the option to develop beyond that? Fuck yes. This is the culmination of all those years at gyms, all those spotters that worshiped my form, all those warnings (and occasional bans) I got for dragging those spotters into the shower and breaking them in like the new toys they were.

Huge

When I walk in the room, my very presence ought to make it clear that I will be claiming one of the sluts in that room. Whoever said size doesn't matter never tried to impose their will over someone two feet taller than them. It gets a good laugh, but not much else.

Goblinoid

I had fun playing as a half-orc in D&D (and afterward when I'd drag party members to my bed). Becoming an orc just screams conqueress to me. I'm assuming, given that they called on a woman to do a man's job, that I'll be keeping some of my more feminine equipment, which is alright by me. A futa orc pounding a village girl, two sets of tits bouncing along -- the imagery sends a tingle down my spine.

Standard Package

Come on: horse cock. If I'm getting a penis out of this deal, no way am I sticking with your standard six-incher. I've built a reputation as a real bitch breaker, and my cock is going to follow suit. I'm here to punish cervices like it's my job, and, if I get into a "swordfight", no needle-dick rapier is going to stand tall once I draw my claymore. Mmm, I'll probably spend a good amount of time cucking scrawny little humans. Hot.

As for the tentacles, they're definitely something I want, but I'm not sure where I want them. Maybe I'll have them retract into my skin, coming out of my back as I please. Oh, fuck, that idea has me soaking. Before I've truly broken her, I'll slow the fucking, grabbing her as she looks me dead in the eyes. Newly visible tentacles will trail down my body and across hers, injecting her with breast growth and lactation chemicals as a slippery appendage chokes her out... Focus, there'll be plenty of that after you design your new banging body.

I'm taking all the add-ons, of course. I never contemplated breeding sluts before, but this cock is going to be putting in work, and I never do shit half-assed. Mindbreak is a must; gotta clear those pathetic brains of anything other than devout worship of their new owner. As for ryona, it'll be fun to pump 'em full of aphrodisiacs while I slice a tally on their arm for every orgasm I **** out of them in the initial conquest.

Final Form

A second wind, a swan song, a bonus round. Whatever you call it, I'm not down for the count until my big guns pull out even bigger guns.

Now for classes. I get two, special orc that I am, and they're none other than barbarian and ranger. Hunting as a ranger, then pinning and impregnating in a berserker rage. I couldn't imagine a style better suited to me. I'm an orc, so my lore obviously has to be elves and forests. Orc on elf is classic, and you don't mess with the classics.

Demon King's Heart

If wanting to build a harem out of every slut I see (and they're all little sluts, even if they don't realize it) makes me a monster, then I might as well live it up as one. This gives me another monster trait, and this time I'm going with Dungeon Master. Spawning weak goblins to break the wimpy bitches that enter my domain? Noice. A 400% stat boost so that I can come out swinging against adventurers who think they have a chance of besting me? Fucking noice.

Realizing my size gave me yet another Monster Power, I lock in Timefruit Juice. Getting an extra punch, slice, or thrust in is just too good to pass up. I'll break slaves in one turn easily.

My decisions set, all that stands between me and a world to ravage is the creation of my new form.