Tyler considered her options. She turned her torso around, taking a look at her chicken body. The feathers fanned out behind her, impressively large. A few of the people in the audience whistled as her chest was pushed out, but she ignored them. On one hand, she kind of liked being a girl. But she missed her penis. She also wasn't wild about being a bird from the waist down.
She ran her hand through her feathers. The thought of laying eggs filled her mind. Incubating them. Hatching them. Evidently, this chicken body was beginning to affect her urges. She didn't like that.
"I want my cock back," Tyler stated. It sounded strange coming from her new voice.
"Well, Tylie, the wheel might give you what you desire. But it may change you further. Is it worth it?"
The audience was silent as Tyler turned around, facing the wheel. She hated that Illusia called her Tylie. She could tell it was just designed to remind her, once again, that she was no longer a man. She hated that she kind of liked it.
"Yes."
Standing back up, she walked over to the wheel, intent to give it another tug. Looking at the options, she began to doubt herself. Octopus limbs. Giraffe neck. Crocodile snout. A few other caught her eye, like anglerfish head, or palm tree arms. Some she didn't even recognize, like paraceratherium lower body. But she noticed one option that she immediately decided was worth the risk.
"Alright, everyone, Tyler has made her choice! But will she end up with what she desires?"
There was an audible smirk in Illusia's voice, but Tyler was too intent to spin the wheel to care. The audience remained still, eagerly awaiting Tyler's fate. Tyler grabbed the wheel and pulled. The options spun dizzingly fast. Tktktktktiktiktik tik tik tik tik tik. Tapir snout. Tik. Alligator tail. Tik. Pitcher plant lower body. Tik. Human legs - male!
But there was still some momentum to the wheel. Just enough to click over to the next option.
Tik.
Orca penis.
The crowd went wild. Tyler read it silently, in shock. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She was so close to being human again. So fucking close!
"Awwww!" Madame Illusia exaggerated a pout. "Well, Tylie, looks like you've regained *a* penis, at any rate. But it seems you'll only have one third of the package."
A pressure built up in her cloaca. She felt something coiling around inside of her avian guts, getting harder and harder until it burst out. Six feet long and pink, it plopped wetly onto the ground behind her, like a perverted tail. Madame Illusia picked it up, stroking it. A shiver went down Tyler's spine as she froze in place.
"You see, Tylie, you only have this cock now. And what a cock it is!" Illusia hefted it up. A few audience members whistled. "But, seeing as you don't have any testicles, I don't think you'll be seeing any changes to your upper body. And good luck getting this thing hard without any testosterone." She let the heavy member fall to the ground with a wet slap. Tyler jumped, letting out a small, surprised shriek. The crowd once again burst into applause. It took all of Tyler's energy not to break down sobbing. She couldn't stop thinking about how close she'd been to being back to normal, she couldn't even process her new cock.
It felt alien, stretching her cloaca with its girth. It was heavy, and pulled her back slightly. Its sensitivity taunted her. There was no way for her to reach around her chicken body to pleasure it without assistance. Illusia touching it sent shivers down her spine, and she felt a little bit of clear pre leak its way out of both her cloaca and the tip.
As she stood there, she felt it recede back into her cloaca. With a sickeningly wet slurp, it popped back into her body, hidden away. Thoughts rushed through Tyler's mind. How would she clean it, or herself? Or even use the restroom, if its 6-foot length would be popping in and out every time she had to pee? Not to mention the strain it put on her cloaca when it was fully exposed. No wonder, with a girth nearly the same size as her old leg.
Illusia knew Tyler was at her most sensitive now. In her years running this attraction, any time someone has missed out on a chance to return back to normal, it lead them to act impulsively. Irrationally. Spin the wheel for the chance of that human change. Not that she would have let the wheel stop on a human card for someone in Tyler's position for as long as she lived. She had Tyler just where she wanted her, and an audience eager for more.
"Now, Tylie, are you willing to risk it again? I know it's upsetting, but you still have a chance." Tyler sniffled, looking up.