The writing on the wheel began to glow again, but Tyler didn't bother to look at it. The transformation was happening much faster. The second the needle pointed at the inscription, he felt something pushing against his skin. His hands were still immobilized, so all he could do was turn his head to look.
Something was growing right above his ass. It dawned on Tyler after a moment or two that he was growing a tail. His tailbone continued to push further and further away from the rest of his body. Tyler thought it would never stop growing. The growth only subsided once the tail was at least three feet long.
The end was a rounded tip, and was oddly hairless. Which left Tyler to wonder if all he was getting was a tail. His question was answered shortly after, as the skin cracked. The cracks were small, and made a delicate pattern. Tyler's skin was changing colors, from flesh toned to a sort of yellow. And from there it became green.
"A lizard tail? I guess that's not so bad." He thought as the cracks continued to race up his tail. Where his tail met the rest of his body, the cracks became almost indistinguishable. His fur covered the base of his tail, which had wrapped itself around one of his legs. It felt strange, fur against scales.
Madame Illusia beckoned for Tyler to come to her, which he did. She took out a knife, and in one swift motion cut the tip of Tyler's tail off. His face remained passive, but inside he screamed in pain. The audience gasped as well, but not at Madame Illusia's attack. Tyler's tail began to regenerate before everyone's eyes. Soon the tip was restored, while the chopped off bit lay forgotten on the floor of the stage.
"Let's give Tyler a hand." Madame Illusia said. While the audience clapped, she extended a hand to Tyler's tail. She caressed the tip as if it were his dick. The effect was the same. Another intense wave of pleasure hit Tyler. His tail twitched under the Madame's finger, and his cock rose again.
"Shall we continue?" Madame Illusia asked the crowd. They cheered for more, and Tyler once again made his way to the wheel. Madame Illusia didn't let go of his tail, and continued to circle the tip. Tyler almost blacked out when she licked it.
A shaky hand spun the wheel, while another inched closer and closer to his own cock. The tip was leaking precum, and Tyler wanted so badly to find release. But Madame Illusia called his hand back to his side, and Tyler was forced to stand there with a raging boner.
The wheel slowed as Madame Illusia's strokes stopped. Tyler wished she would continue, as he felt closer to bursting. But a wave of "oos" from the crowd drew his attention away from his erection, and to the wheel.