A Huge Female Satyre : Vierun

Shane hopped in the booth and saw the skin on a coat hanger. He couldn't help but shudder, thinking of how Allies and Targets were treated. Maybe it wasn't that bad? Maybe they were ****? He didn't know and he didn't want to know. He also didn't have the time to examine the skin and decided to put it on right away to get used to it. He grabbed it and felt some weight as he opened it up:

"God....this is heavy! Fuck, I hope this one isn't overweight...."

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he put a leg through the opening. He felt his toes compress and lengthen while his leg grew bigger. Getting used to the sensation, he was able to skip on his new foot while putting the other leg in. He could hear a weird clop as he jumped on his leg. Quickly enough, he was back on his two feet and decided to speed up, putting on the entire skin on in one go. He clenched his jaw, scared of whatever negative changes could happen but he wasn't expecting this sort of transformation.

He felt his entire body swelling up yet compressing into a compact block. His ass fattened up as he could sense a great amount of hair now on everything under his belly button. His abs, which he already thought were quite defined pressed against him harder, almost like he had a block of cement on his stomach. The same sensation appeared in his arms, which felt like they were being pumped full of air before his muscles came crashing down on his bones, like they were squeezing the life out of it while he observed that a big part of his arms was now covered in blond fur. He noticed his spine suddenly change, giving him a more upright posture while the muscles on his back condensed the same way as his biceps or abs. The weight on his head changed, as short blond hair fell on his forehead and ears. Finally, all new and uncomfortable sensations stopped and Shane opened his eyes, looking at a mirror placed in the booth.

"Holy shit.....is this....a satyre?"

Quickly noticing he now had hooves and horns, he also realized how much taller and muscular he was, or at least this body was. He flexed one of his new toned arms and a considerable bulge popped out. He looked down and saw that his clothes had appeared on the body, so he was wearing the same mandatory latex shirt and shorts with the blue 54 sticker on them. His large breasts were leaking out of the shirt though, he just couldn't help but rub up his stomach and give his tits a nice squeeze, his fingers digging inside the firm flesh. That was until he heard a voice:

"Enjoying yourself?"

"W-what?!? Who's there?"

It didn't take him long to realize that the feminine yet strong voice he heard was his, or more exactly, this body's consciousness.

"The name is Vierun. Vierun Callum. Guess yer the lucky chap who's using me? Yer a bit late so let's jump straight to it. Think ya can handle me or need baby wheels? Who are yer partners? And do ya wanna win?"

Shane couldn't help but hold his head as the powerful voice spoke. Every word felt like his own being was getting sucked in something deep. To make things worse, he felt a sudden heat in his stomach, going down his crotch and burning his legs. He needed to do something. Whether it was fuck, fight or run. After a few deep breaths and little magical chanting to focus, he managed to get his mind straight. He was convinced they'd be given an average or less skin with no mental resistance, but they got the opposite. This felt like he was given a tank, the heat inside was unbearable and it felt like his blood was constantly getting pumped with adrenaline. Thankfully, he trained for this:

"I.....I'll be fine. Just gotta get used to you. Never been in something this strong. The one after me is a Merman, he should be good enough to handle you so just leave him be. The third one is a wererabbit, might be too easy to overpower her so try to limit it."

On those words, Shane started stretching his body and getting a grasp on his new sensations. Vierun's muscles were incredibly tight, he felt like he could break down the booth with a kick and her whole body was like a spring, ready to jump a great height the moment he flexed even a bit. He soon got the hang of the muscle mountain, slowly being able to monitor the strength he was putting in. His lust though was still powerful, he had to resist the need to jam a finger in his pants and looking for Vieruns constantly clamping cunt. Despite all that, he was starting to feel confident, comfortable.

"And I don't just want to win. I'm gonna win! No way I can lose with a body like this!"

He grinned, knowing the he did in fact have a great advantage over many of the first runners. He could feel Vierun herself laugh in his mind, now less of a strain on his own consciousness

"I like that attitude lad! Go show 'em how good the stuff yer wearing is! Just be careful with the brakes and the arms. We dun wanna hurt someone right?"

Shane nodded to her, or to himself he could say. Her body was now fully stretched, he could now truly call it his. The heat was everywhere, inside his loins, on his skin, fur, horns... He just needed to run now. And perfectly timed, he could hear the announcer starting up the race.

"To all first runners! Please place yourselves, you will have to immediately start running as your door opens! A gunshot will also be heard for a better response time! Good luck to all of you!"

Shane took another deep breath and lowered himself to the ground. He felt his hooves dig deep inside the soil, leaving him ready to jump out of his booth with his powerful legs.

-"Ready?"asked his host?

-"Ready."

The gunshot then rang in his ears as the door opened wide. He shot himself out with both his mind and Vierun focused on one thing: winning.