Tyler hobbled over to the wheel, his hooves clacking against the floor of the stage. His donkey cock bobbed ahead of him, and his fingers were raging hard. The 10 rock-hard horsecocks that were once his fingers pulled his arms down, the balls bouncing against his palms and themselves.
He pressed one of his hands against the wheel. Pre squirted from a few of his fingers. He just wanted to rub his hands against the wheel, rub one (or two, or three, or ten) out all over it. Resisting the urge, he gave the wheel a shove and stiffled a moan.
The wheel clicked by in a whir. The crowd waited with bated breath. As it slowed, the options started to become legible.
Some were normal. Camel hump, frog tongue, monkey arms. Some, though, were out there. Udder hand-balls. Octopus tentacle neck. Termite queen abdomen tongue. He recoiled in fear as it clicked slower and slower.
Wolf ears. Tick Tick. Toucan beak. Tick. Anteater forelegs. Tick.
It stopped.
"Horsecock hooves!" Illusia read aloud towards the roaring crowd.
Tyler shuddered. The room seemed to spin as he fell back onto his equine ass. Looking on in horror, his hooves felt like they were turning to jelly. He watched as they softened, a sheath fold growing in at the base of his feet. His hooves turned dark black, matching his throbbing fingers as they morphed into a pair of horsecocks. Balls grew in, pushing his ankles into the air.
"HOW AM I EVEN GOING TO WALK!" Tyler cried out. Tears were streaming down his face.
Illusia bent down, stroking his left foot. It expanded, hardening painfully. "On these hooves, you stud." she said with a sultry tone. Pulling him up, he put his whole weight on his new cock-hooves. They squished more than his hooves, but still felt quite firm. It hurt, but felt strangely pleasurable. As he stood unsteadily, the crowd roared behind him, whistling and jeering. He felt a compulsion to spin the wheel again, to become an even bigger, hornier freak....