Of course not!

Claire’s decision was easy. She let her eyes wander over Rowan’s body, her fiancée had been transformed so much and they were only about halfway through the cases… Claire grinned and looked back at Jack.

“We’re going to keep playing, besides,” She pulled Rowan close and wrapped her arms around her fiancée. Her hands landed on her fiancée’s perky breasts. She cupped them and gave them a squeeze. Rowan whimpered, especially with the pressure of Claire’s mammoth cock pressing into her ass. “I want to see what we get from the Breasts case.”

Rowan started grinding herself against Claire, getting her leaking juices all over her fiancée’s length. Jack clapped his hands.

“Excellent! Well then, you know what to do. Pick your next case.”

Claire kept kneading Rowan’s chest. She bit her ear and whispered. “Why don’t you choose one, baby? Be a good girl and pick out something nice. If you’re a proper slut and find us a transformation case I’ll shove this dick you so desperately want into your needy little cunt. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” The studio’s microphones had picked up the whisper and broadcast it to the entire audience.

Rowan nodded vigorously.

“Well then?”

Rowan pointed at a case, eyes half-lidded so she couldn’t read what the number was.

“Case number six!” Jack announced, “Open her up Chrissi, and let us see whether our turtledoves get their heart’s desire.”

Chrissi saluted cutely and skipped over to the case. When she opened it up, it was not the heart’s desire, but instead another echo of Jack’s words. It appeared that Rowan had picked the Dove and Olive Branch case. Harmony.

“Tsk, too bad. I was so looking forward to pounding you till you cum your brains out.”

Rowan let out a whiny moan. “B-but Claire-” Claire twisted her nipples. Rowan got the message, “Mistress, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl.”

“Hey you two,” Jack waved their attention, “We appreciate your performance, but we have a reward to announce!

“Harmony cases can be quite powerful or they can be very minor. In this case, we thought it would be fun to keep the effects minor. Rowan, we’re legally changing your gender, any and all paperwork will be handled. From now on you will be Rowynne. Aside from that, no one outside of our audience tonight will be able to see your demonic natures unless you purposefully reveal it to them. They will see you as normal, if extremely sexy, people. Any other changes you will have to deal with yourselves, I hope you can come up with a good story to tell your friends and family about your transition,” Jack grinned, “Or why you’re such a huge slut. Oh and because we love Rowynne’s current outfit she’s getting an additional boon: She will no longer suffer any health effects or discomfort from temperatures that you would otherwise dress for.” He snapped his fingers, the collars heated up for a brief second, and then cooled down again.

Claire pouted. That was a less beneficial harmony case than it could have been, but the legal issues it resolved were a huge help. She thought about the girl in her arms. Rowynne. It was a cute name, close enough to her old name, but distinctly more feminine. There had definitely been worse names given out by this show.

“On we go! Which of you picks the next case? Claire, are you giving Rowynne another chance to earn a fucking?”

“Oh alright. Go ahead, my little slut. Pick something good.”

Rowynne unseeingly pointed at a case and moaned out, “That one!”

Chrissi dutifully made her way over to it. The pink demon girl leaned forward eagerly, probably more eager than anyone else to see a melon icon be revealed. When she was disappointed and it was only a 1 million dollar case, she stamped her feet in frustration. Tears had sprung to her eyes.

Claire pinched her nipples again and pulled her close, “Hey, behave yourself. Good girls don’t throw tantrums.” Her enhanced strength completely overpowered Rowynne’s and she mostly immobilised the girl.

Rowynne gasped and bit her lip, but, trembling, she calmed down and just sniffled. “It’s just not fair,” she murmured.

When her fiancée had calmed down Claire relaxed her grip and she calmingly stroked her stomach. “There there, easy now. You get one more try. You know they say the third time’s the charm?”

Rowynne was unconsciously trying to rub herself against Claire’s massive cock and angle herself in such a way that she would press inside, but with the size and Claire’s evasive manoeuvres she just wasn’t getting it in. She seemed to have real trouble focusing on what Claire was actually trying to get her to do, but she was trying. She considered the cases more carefully this time.

“Uhm…”

Her attention drifted off again to the hot wetness between her legs and the emptiness inside of her.

Claire spanked her.

“Ow! Just do the one next to it!”

“There’s a good slut,” Claire whispered in her ear, “maybe you need to be spanked more often.”

Rowynne shivered, she loved the sound of that. Claire spanking her. Here, in front of thousands of watching eyes. It would make her wet if she wasn’t already soaked. As it stood, however, it was merely a candle flame next to a burning house.

Through her daze she distantly registered that Jack ordered case 11 to be opened, Chrissi’s excited bounce as she revealed the case contents to be an oil lamp, Claire’s gasp of recognition.

Jack’s voice came from far away. “So, what do you two wish for?”

Wish. The exact question wasn’t clear in Rowynne’s mind, but that word was.

Wish. Desire. Want. Need.

Wish.

“Baby, I wish you would just fuck me,” She moaned, cutting Claire off before she could speak, “Stuff your fat cock into me until I’m no longer feeling this fucking emptiness. Fill me up until I cum and can’t walk anymore.”

She didn’t see Jack’s grin, nor did she hear him snap his fingers. Uttering her wish in front of everyone had made the fire of her lust, all consuming. She swore she was already on the edge of cumming. This sense was further reinforced when she felt something that made her dreams come true.

Claire’s cock had changed angle. She was now pressed against the entrance of her new virgin pussy, her gushing and oh so needy pussy. Claire was so big that if Rowynne had been any less aroused, getting her inside would have been impossible. As it was, the head mashed itself into her labia, which were simply **** aside because they had nowhere else to go. The first inch pushed into her and that was Rowynne’s entire world. Then the rest of the head popped inside and her entire body shuddered. She was spread so incredibly wide, the sensation was unlike anything. As a man she had experimented with anal toys, imagining what sex as a woman would be like. The experiences had not at all prepared her for this.

And still she felt empty. So she did the only thing she could. She pushed herself back against Claire.

More and more filled her. It hurt. The human body wasn’t meant to take this much cock. But her body was, and she would. This was only her first time, she would learn to take it, because she so desperately wanted to.

Slowly, inch by inch, the emptiness inside of her was filled. She was stretched and molded into the shape of her fiancée’s cock. The head pressed against her womb and pushed it up into her body. She was sure her outline of the cock would be visible on her stomach, but she was in no state to check the cameras. Finally she felt her ass press against Claire’s stomach, and remained there. Her lower body twitched reflexively as it got used to the sensation.

She was so full.

She was so happy.

She was so close to cumming.

But she couldn’t. She probably would have, if she had been allowed to. Multiple times already, in fact, the experience had been so intense. But unless Claire gave her permission, she would be teetering on this blissful edge, so close, but so far away from nirvana.

Then Claire began to move, and the friction melted Rowynne’s brain. As the cock was withdrawn from her the emptiness returned, which was then filled back up with pink cotton candy pleasure when Claire thrust back inside. Slapping their hips back together forcefully. Some whore was moaning her lungs out. Rowynne’s throat was hoarse.

They settled into a steady rhythm. Rowynne was mostly thrusting back on instinct. Her mind was mush, it was all her body and the need for more pleasure. Eventually Claire sped up and distinctive sounds reached Rowynne’s brain. It took her a moment to understand that those sounds were words. Claire’s words. Directed at her. She was given permission, no, ordered, to cum.

When that realisation hit her, something snapped inside her and all she felt was hot pink-white heavenly bliss.

—

She woke up to a pair of dark, worried eyes. She loved those eyes.

“Hello my love,” She said with a dopey grin. “You’re beautiful.”

“You okay, baby?” Claire asked, “You fainted, you had me worried. Jack put the show on ad break.”

Rowynne realised she was on her back, on the cold linoleum of the Bimbo or Billionaire stage, the stage lights had dimmed somewhat and the audience seemed more quiet. And she ached terribly, especially between her legs. She also felt full and very satisfied. She tried to sit up, she winced. She felt hot sticky wetness pour out between her thighs.

“Careful, baby, take it slow.” Claire was by her side to support her. Rowynne felt a warm fluttering in her chest.

Then she looked down at her body, between the shallow valley of her new breasts, to her… no longer flat stomach. That explained it.

Claire followed her gaze and giggled. “You did wish for me to stuff you full, and ‘generous lover’ is certainly abundantly effective. I didn’t overdo it, did I?”

“If by ‘overdo it’ you mean fuck me till I cum my brains out? You absolutely did.” Rowynne grinned, “And I want you to do it again.”

“You really are a slut,” Claire grinned, “was it the show or has this always been inside of you?” She mused.

“A bit of both, I suspect.” Rowynn shifted, resting a hand on her rounded belly. It was slowly deflating. She could feel the cum gushing from her well-fucked pussy. In a way she was glad she was naked, this would have ruined any clothes.

“Can you stand?” Claire asked her.

She tried. She was shaky and unsteady, but with a bit of help from her fiancée she managed to get onto her feet. She probably wouldn’t be doing much walking for a while though, her legs didn’t feel up to the task.

“Oh you’re up!” A pink and blonde bouncing ball (or rather, two large bouncing balls attached to a body), collided with Rowynne, almost knocking her off her feet again if not for Claire holding onto her with her gameshow-enhanced strength. Chrissi was suddenly hugging her. “You looked like you were having such a good time! I was so jealous, especially when you cummied your brains out! You should have seen your face! You went all-” Chrissi pulled a perfectly slutty ahageo face. Rowynne blushed. She had done that in front of all of these people? That was terrible. She loved it. She amended her thought from a while back. She totally was an exhibitionist now. She’d have to get Claire to fuck her with an audience more often. “But I was so worried when afterwards you wouldn’t wake up. But now you are, so yay!”

Jack cleared his throat. “Are we ready to resume the show then?” He raised an eyebrow at Claire and Rowynne.

Claire looked to her fiancée to see if she was okay. Rowynne squeezed Claire’s hand and took a deep breath. “Yes, we are.”

Jack’s face split into a big grin. “Excellent.” He turned back to the cameras and all the lights turned back on.

“Welcome back to the show, we hope you enjoyed our delicious ads and saw something you will enjoy for yourself. Now, before the break Rowynne had just wished for Claire to fuck her full, a spectacle we could all enjoy to great effect. And, as you can see, full she did fuck her.” Rowynne shifted in her position, she could still feel her belly slowly deflating and the thick cum running down her legs. She really needed a shower.

“Claire, before we ask you your wish, do you think we should let Rowynne get a bit more comfortable? Maybe let her get dressed?”

Claire looked at Rowynne. Looked up and down her body, then grinned. “Yes okay.” Her tail swooshed back and forth behind her.

“Wonderful,” Jack clapped his hands, “Roll out the wardrobe, folks!”

From the side of the stage a group of topless gym-jocks in tight leather pants rolled a huge pink wardrobe into the middle of the stage. After Chrissi skipped over to them and gave each of them a kiss, they departed the stage and left their delivery in its position.

“Thank you boys! Let’s see what we have here. Chrissi, come help me.” Jack and the bimbo took positions on either side of the double doors that opened into the wardrobe. Each took one of the handles and then, and then, under a rolling drum, they opened the wardrobe, revealing its contents.

Rowynne was confused.

It was empty. At first glance, at least. It was huge, toweringly pink, with dark magenta velvet lining, with rows upon rows of shelves for shoes and rods and hangers. And it was all empty. All empty except for a white box, sitting in the bottom of the wardrobe.

“Ah,” Jack took out a tiny silver key from the inside pocket of his suit. He unlocked the white box. Its sides fell away, along with the top, and it revealed Rowan’s new clothes. Enough that they would let her look appropriate for any setting.

The pink skinned demon girl blushed a deeper pink. Claire grinned.

It was a set of 3 large dildos.

They weren’t all the same shape and size, one was thinner and longer, another was more squat and had nubs along its length. Each was beautiful and shiny white latex. None of them were as large as Claire was, but they were all bigger than Rowynne had been before the start of the show.

It was a shameful thought, but Rowynne knew that these would keep her sane. Her pussy still felt full and satisfied from the proper fucking she got, but her ass was still achingly empty and her throat was starting to feel the same. She looked hopefully to Claire, “May I please?”

Claire took the chain that was dangling between her breasts and gave it a tug. Rowynne fell forwards towards her and Claire caught her with her lips. When she pulled back there was a teasing smile on her lips.

“You want to wear those?”

“Yes,” Rowynne nodded.

“You want to stuff those dildos up your holes like the good slut you are?” Claire’s smile turned into a grin.

Rowynne bit her lower lip. She nodded again, “Yes, I do.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I want to stuff those dildos up my holes.” Rowynne said, it came out as more of a whisper.

“Louder.”

“I want to stuff those dildos up my holes!” Rowynne repeated more loudly.

“Louder! Everyone should hear how much of a slut you are. Including everyone in the back.”

Rowynne moaned in frustration.

“I want to stuff those fucking dildos up my needy holes! I need my pussy and ass and throat plugged if you’re not fucking them! Please, Mistress!”

The audience cheered and Claire smiled in satisfaction. “There’s a good slut, go get dressed.”

Getting ‘dressed’ was a tricky affair, though not as tricky as it might have seemed. She had to get help from Claire and Chrissi to walk to the wardrobe and then to get the toys inside. She put the largest one in her pussy, which displaced a lot of cum, but locked the rest inside her. She used the excess as lubrication to put the short, squat dildo in her ass. She was not unused to anal, but the ordeal was still difficult due to the size. When it was finally inside of her she felt a lot better, however. Finally there was the long, thin, snake-like one. That one went down her throat. It was uncomfortable initially, but very satisfying when it was properly inside, and it was flexible, so she could still move her head about freely.

As each of them was fully in, they magically sealed themselves in place, leaving just a small section poking out that showed to everyone what she was wearing. Most noticeable was her mouth. Her lips were kept pushed into an O shape by the rear end of the dildo stuck down her throat. It also meant no talking. But at least the requirements of Empty Inside were finally satisfied, and she could think clearly. Well, mostly, she was still under the effects of Lust Crest and she did have three dildos rubbing her insides as she moved, but it was much better than it had been.

“Don’t you look wonderful. We love the outfit, don’t we?” Jack asked the audience, and the audience cheered in affirmation. “Now that you’re properly dressed and you finally look decent. Claire, I believe we still owe you a wish. What can we do for you?”

AN: I was going to continue on to the next voting case, but this turned out longer than expected, so that'll be next time! I hope you enjoyed.