Tyler marched up to the wheel. Her talons clacked against the floor, each step a reminder of the freak she was. She couldn't believe what happened, and she had to try again. Her new orca cock made her feel so vulnerable, so powerless. She couldn't even reach it on her own!
She had to fix it. She had to get back to normal!
The wheel had a litany of new options. Human upper body - male. Human lower body - male. Human testicles. Human body - male, which, she thought, would certainly change her back to normal! But there were some other ones that gave her pause. Anteater snout. Bat ears. Goblin shark mouth. Giraffe neck. No arms, or even, no torso. But she had to spin. She had to!
She gave it a confident pull, and her head spun as she tried to keep track of the options she wanted blurring past her face. She saw the human ones, but they were clearly nowhere near where it would stop as the wheel began to slow. She panicked, frozen in place. Frog tongue. Tick. Sauropod lower body. Tick. Centipede torso. Tick. Bear arms.
Phew she thought, terrified by centipede torso. Somehow, I really dodged a bullet. Was that even there when I spun? Illusia's announcement interrupted her thoughts.
"Looks like somebody has the right to bear arms!" she proclaimed, clearly saving that line. The audience groaned. "What, tough crowd! Anyway, Tyler, looks like you can kiss your thumbs goodbye!"
Tyler looked down as her hands morphed. Itchy brown fur burst from her skin from her shoulders to her nails, as they morphed before her eyes into claws. She felt her palms bubble as pads grew in. Her thumbs shrank down, moving from their opposable position into just yet another claw. Turning her hands around, she saw the black, leathery skin of her new pawpads. Pressing one against her chest, it was soft, and warm. But then they started to grow. And grow. And grow. Each paw soon eclipsed her face as the changes spread up her forearms. Muscles and tendons rearranged as bones cracked, the limbs becoming progressively less dexterous. But they were also growing larger, until they were the size of a Kodiak grizzly's forearms. The crowd cheered as she looked over her shaggy new mitts. They pulled heavily against her dainty shoulders, looking quite out of place. They grew until they were nearly three feet long, and looked almost cave-man like to her.
"Wh-why did you do this to me?!" she cried, barely able to wipe away her tears with the sides of her new paws. She could feel the tears wet her soft, brown fur.
"I didn't do anything, dearie. You spun the wheel. You can quit now, and no further changes will occur. But you don't want to, do you?" Illusia asked.
Tyler looked up at the wheel again. The human possibilities were still there, and still as alluring as ever. She thought about her new paws, her chicken body. The 6 foot penis tucked into her cloaca, ready to peek out at a moment's notice. Her eyes landed at the "Human body - male" option again, and she wanted to cry. She wanted to maul Illusia, show her the raw power of her new arms. Crying out, she turned around, her eyes burning with anger, and tried to raise a paw to strike.
As soon as she began the downswing, she was frozen in place.
"Uh-uh-uh!" Illusia wagged her finger. "Bad Tyler! Don't hurt Illusia, for I can hurt you in ways you cannot even comprehend." Her face tilted towards the wheel, and Tyler glanced. The options shifted before her eyes. Human male was gone. Now there was "Millipede neck," or "cow-udder breasts," or "octopus tentacles and beak," or any number of options Tyler couldn't bear to read.
"Now, Tylie, are you sorry? Or do you want to spin that wheel? If you apologize, I can make the options better." "Human male" reappeared, now repeated several times at various positions on the wheel. "But after all, it is up to you. Will you apologize for trying to attack me?"
She nodded, sheepishly apologizing.
"There there, now look at all the chances you have to regain your old life! Aren't I generous, folks?" She turned towards the crowd, which was filled with raucous applause.
Tyler wasn't sure whether she should. That damned wheel took everything from her, and Illusia was in control. But she wanted so desperately to be human again, to be back to being Tyler! She weighed her options: quit now, a bear-armed, chicken-legged freak forever, or continue on in the hopes that somehow, she could get a luck landing, and regain her former life. She noticed the "human male" options had not changed, and that gave her hope.
She stepped up, and rested a heavy, cumbersome ursine paw on the wheel. Digging her new claws into it, she gave it as hard of a spin as she could, not even noticing her orca cock beginning to poke out of her cloaca at the thought of being changed further...