VOTE (How Far Would You Go?) A Patreon Voted Story

So, I had a look through so old work and found this story. I was slowly adding to this each week (After a Patreon member vote) with what the character choose in the game show. 

Have a read and let me know if you'd like to see this return

How Far Would You Go?

“Good evening, Ladies and gentlemen!” The host of the game show bellows out to the audience and the live television camera. “Tonight, we’ve got Neil. He’s about to start his challenge!”

Neil could feel the heat of the lights on his face as the camera turned to him. A bead of sweat rolls down his face as he gives a small awkward wave to the audience.

“How are you doing Neil?” Asks the host with enthusiasm “Are you ready to rock and roll!”

The Audience explodes into rapture and the lights focus on the mega screen on set. Neil wipes his sweaty brow and narrows his eyes to concentrate on the screen.

“Now Neil…” The host says loudly and clearly. “You understand the game show?”

“Y-yes,” He answers as his voice cracks.

The Host turns to the camera and smiles. “Now for our audience at home,” He declares into the lense. “Neil has to pick a mystery category from three random cards. Once he has his category, he must keep going, with this category, until he feels he can’t go any further. The more stages he completes, the more money he earns.”

The lights go dim and a single beam of bright white shines on the Host’s face.

“Neil must remember,” He says with a serious tone. “As the stages progress, they will require bigger and bigger sacrifices!”

A loud and ominous sound plays and all the lights in the studio become sunlight bright.

“Neil…..” The host cries. “Let's get ready to find out how far you will go…!”

A wave of claps from the audience fills the studio. As the noise fills his ears, Neil pulls at the collar of his bright blue button shirt to cool down.

He watches on as the mega screen in front of him plays a small animation. Three cards, face down, appear on the screen. As he watches on, Neil brings his hands together and squeezes them tight together.

“Ok, Neil!” The host thunders out “Time to choose a card….!”

The lights dim once more and the audience lets out a small commotion of noise.

“Choose carefully Neil,” The Host says giving a full teeth smile. “I’m told one of our categories today is a hard one.”

Shaking a little with anticipation, Neil looks on at the screen and gulps. “I’m Ready Glint,” Neil says as he points at the middle card on the mega screen. “I’m going safe and going for the middle card.”

The host gives a toothy smile directly at the camera. “Well then,” He says as he holds his hands out flat, towards the screen. “Let's see what your category is!”

The sound of a drum roll fills the stage. The card slowly turns on the screen and Neil can’t take his eyes away. He feels the tension, as his hairs stand up on end.

“The category is….,” The host exclaims “Genderbender!”

Neil looks back at the audience as it claps and lets out a loud swoon.

“Neil,” The host says loudly to garner his attention. “Genderbender is your category. This means the more stages you complete, the more your gender will change. Do you understand?”

Rubbing his hand and gulping, Neil looks directly at the host and gradually nods his head in agreement.

“Right then!” The host bellows out to the audience. “Neil is willing to play. Let's find out how far he will go….!”

The lights dim and an animation plays on the mega screen in front of them. Two options appear on the screen. Rubbing his eyes, he carefully reads the two options.

“Stage 1 Neil,” The host declares. “Option number one: You relinquish your name and legally take the name, Olivia. Option number two: Your hands and feet shrink to the size of an average female.”

The audience ooh’s as the cameras focus in on Neil. With his mouth wide open, he stares blankly at the screen.

Turning to face the Host, Neil gives a wry smile. “Glint, I choose option…2”

Thunderous music plays on the other head speakers.

“Option TWOOOO” the host cries out.

Neil, in awe of what's happening around him, didn’t feel his hands and feet tingling at first. Then, just as the audience clapping, he feels the painful pinching and sucking emanating from his ankles and wrists. It was a sensation he’d never felt before. It was like all the blood in his hands and feet was being sucked out by his body.

“Are you ok Neil?” Glint asks with gusto.

Neil doesn’t answer. He concentrates solely on keeping his balance as his feet shrink down to what feels like pinheads at the end of his legs. Holding on to his studio platform railing, he could feel just how dainty his hands had become. The metal railing felt like it was huge!

“Fun bit of trivia for our folks at home!” Glint plays out for the audience. “Neil was a size ten. His now size four feet are modeled after our assistant producer Kate. He’s also got her hand too!”

The audience lets out a huge cheer as Neil brings his feminine hands into view. They no longer look like his hands. Even though they are small, his fingers were long and narrow. His nails looked long and feminine.

“How do you feel?” Glint asks as the camera focus on Neil.

Neil looks up from his hands and gives a shrug. “Erm, it's going to take some getting used to,” Neil says slowly.

Pulling his feet from his now well-oversized shoes, he gets a slight memory from being young and wanting to wear his father's shoes. Pushing his shoes to one side and removing his baggy socks, he can’t help but feel strange now that his feet wouldn’t fit in them anymore. He’d worn those shoes for graduation and everything.

“Crew,” Glint calls out “Do we think we can get him some replacement shoes?

Neil looks down at the staging area behind him as crew members scurry around. Moments later, a young female with a clipboard holds a pair of black dolly pumps in his direction. They looked tiny in her hands, but as he grabbed them with his now dainty hands, they looked much bigger.

“Sorry,” The woman says quickly. “We didn’t have any men's shoes in your size. I hope these are ok for now.”

Neil sighs as he looks at the feminine shoes he’s been given. It’s not so much about wearing women's shoes on TV, but the fact his feet are now that small.

“It’s fine,” he whispers back as the lady scurries off.

As Neil slips the dolly pumps onto his shoes, the crowd cheers

“That’s good Neil!” Glint cries out. “I’ve got some good news for you! That change has just won your ten thousand dollars!”

The screen in front of him lights up with huge dollar signs. Neil looks up and smiles.

“See!” Glint grins. “Knew that would cheer you up.”

Neil looks over and smiles at Glint. “It does a little,” he replies.

Glint claps and throws his head back with laughter. “More good news,” Glint chuckles. “Now you’ve got small feet, trainers are going to cost a lot less! Kid’s shoes are much cheaper!”

Neil winches at his comments as the audience raptures into laughter. Shrugging his shoulders, Neil tries to remember why he’s on the game show in the first place.

“For her,” he whispers under his breath. “Keep going….for her.”

“Are you ready for the next stage?” Glint asks interrupting him. “Put the next stage up on the screen please!”

Neil looks up at the mega screen as the animations whirl across it. Two choices appear on the screen, just as they did before.

“Neil,” Glint says with a serious tone. “Here are your choices for stage 2. One; losing six inches from your overall height. Two; Losing the ability to grow hair on your face, legs, arms, and chest.”

Glint pauses and smiles into the camera as the audience reacts in the background.

“Not sure about this one,” Glint comments. “How tall are you Neil?”

Looking down at his dainty feet in the dolly shoes, Neil looks up at Glint's wide grin. “I’m....,” he stutters. “I’m six foot one.”

“Ooh,” Glint says reacting like he’s just missed an open goal. “So you’d be five foot five if you choose option one. That’s not so bad!”

Glint then turns to the audience and plays up for them.

“What about it ladies!” he says excitedly “Would you take being hairless for the rest of your lives?”

The women in the audience let out a huge cheer as Neil stares up at the mega screen.

Glint turns to Neil and the stage goes silent. “So what's it to be!?” Glints questions.

“I think it going to have to be…” Neil pauses and looks at the screen with intent. “I’m going with option one!”

The audience bursts out into rapturous applause and starts cheering like crazy.

“Ok!” Glint shouts over the noise of the audience. “Say goodbye to that height of yours!”

As the mega screen in front of Neil plays an animation and the lights grow dim, changes start occurring all over his body. First, he feels his jeans start crumpling up around his ankles.

Looking down at his small feet, he watches them slowly appear to get closer and closer.

As Neil stares down at himself, he feels his jeans becoming loser and loser around his waist. He manages to grab them before they fall down around his ankles. Reaching for his belt, he goes up a few notches to hold his jeans up around his much more narrow hips.

“Good catch!” Glint laughs and points. “Being seen on TV with your pants around your ankle…. that's the things nightmares are made from.”

The audience laughs, but Neil can only concentrate on his shrinking body. It had started to feel like he was wearing bin bags for clothing. The jeans and well-pressed shirt, he’d decided to wear, now felt like triple XL on him.

Holding his arms out, his tiny hands only just made it out of the sleeves. He felt like he was ten years old again and wearing his father's shirt.

“Are you ok Neil?” Glint asks as the audience simmers down.

Turning to view Glint, from his much lower point of view, he gives an unconvincing thumbs up.

“Well….” Glint smiles at the camera. “Neil here has just doubled his money.”

The audience claps as Glint turns his attention back to Neil. “That ten thousand is now twenty thousand!” Glint cheers.

“Yeah…..” Neil replies exasperated, still feeling disoriented from the change.

“At least those small hands and feet now actually go with your body!” Glint chuckles as the audience laughs along with him. “How are you feeling?”

Neil, now standing only five foot five, looks down at his smaller frame and his ill-fitting clothes. Looking up, he gives Glint a wry smile.

“I’m feeling ok,” Neil comments as he rolls up his sleeves. “I might not be the biggest guy anymore, but I’m not the shortest either.”

“I’m glad your feeling ok!” Glint replies. “Here’s a fun fact for our audience at home. Neil is now four inches under the average height for a man and now only one inch taller than the average woman.”

“Great….” Neil mutters under his breath.

“Neil…” Glint says with an upward affliction. “Can you remember the last time you were only five foot five?”

Neil rolls his eyes and taps his chin. “Must have been,” he says. “Must have been when I was around fifteen.”

“Ah,” Glint responds as he gets more serious. “Well, worst things happened at sea. Am I right Neil?”

“That’s true,” Niel says nodding in agreement.

“Now…” Glint says in a serious tone as the audience gets silenced by the stage staff. “Are you willing to go further? The next round will be harder….but you will double your money once more!”

The lights go dim and the sound of tense music is played thought out the stage.

“I want you to think hard about this Neil,” Glint says in a monotone voice “The category is Genderbending. This means further stages will change you to be more feminine. Is that something you want to continue with?”

The tense music rings in Neil's ears as the crowd and Glint stared expectantly back at him. He almost felt completely alone, standing under the spotlight with hundreds of nameless faces staring at him. Thoughts of his sister flashed through his mind. He knew he was doing it for her. He had to continue!

“Well Neil,” Glint asks. “We need an answer. Are you going to take the twenty thousand….or are you going to play for the forty thousand?”

Without a second's hesitation, Neil claps his tiny hands together and smiles directly at Glint.

“I’m willing to keep going!” He calls out with confidence.

The audience cheers as the tense music disappears and is replaced by the howling of excited crowd members. The dim lights quickly brighten and the mega screen plays another short animation.

“Here’s stage three!” Glint cries out as Neil starts rapidly reading out the next two options in his head. “Option one is as follows. Lose your male voice and have it replaced with a female one. Option two is as follows. Your weight and muscle mass are to be reset to that of an average female. This includes more female-based fat deposits.”

The tense music reappears as the audience gasps at the options. Neil looks at the mega screen with the same amount of concentration as before, but with more worry showing on his face.

“Lose that manly voice?” Glint questions the camera. “Neil must know that it means losing his Adam's apple.”

Glint continues acting for the camera, as Neil stands motionless.

“We must clarify for option two,” Glint says as he turns to Neil. “Your fat will no longer deposit on your body like a normal male. If you choose option two, you will find your hips and thighs become larger, as you put on weight.”

Neil turns to Glint and gives him a vacant expression.

“Do you think you could deal with a large backside?” Glint asks as the audience members laugh aloud.

Neil gives off a smirk as he turns back to the mega screen.

“Well, Neil….. what's it to be?”

“It’s going to have to be….,” he says then pauses for a second as he glares at the screen. “I think it’s going to have to be option one.”

“Are you sure Neil?” Glint asks with a serious tone as the audience falls silent. “Your voice will be forever altered. Those nanomachines will have your vocal cords sounding an octave higher within seconds.”

Bringing his hands up to his neck, he rubs his throat in ceremony. Almost like he was saying goodbye to the voice he’d known for most of his life.

“Yeah,” Neil says with a nod. “I feel option one is preferable. I know I’m now a lot shorter, but I’ve still got some of my male strength in this body. I’d rather have a higher pitch voice than have the almost complete physique of a woman.”

Glint smiles and the audience claps.

“Ok then!” Glint says as he points his finger directly at Neil. “Let the change commence!”

As the audience cheers and claps, Neil feels the same anxiety as before building up inside him. He knew this wasn’t going to be as drastic a change as his height, but a change non the less.

He can feel things changing. His throat felt scratchy and swore. He dared not swallow or breathe too heavy, as the sensations became more intense. As his throat became uncomfortably tight, he soon finds himself gasping for air.

“Are you ok over there?” Glint asks as he looks on with concern.

Massaging his throat, Neil looks over and gives an uneasy smile. The Audience starts to cheer as Neil brings up a single hand and gives everyone the thumbs up.

“Let's hear it then…..,” Glint asks as he looks around the stage. “We all want to hear that new voice of yours!”

“H-hello……” Neil says with a feathery, almost musical, feminine voice.

As the audience bursts into laughter and cheering, Neil looks around the room with an uncomfortable smile. He knew they were laughing at him and the sound of his new voice, but he knew he just had to grin and get on with it.

“Neil…..!” Glint laughs. “You sound like my ex-wife!”

As Glint and the audience continue to roar with laughter, Neil taps his feet to distract himself.

“For her….for her….,” Neil whispers under his breath, with a voice that is completely alien to him. Even the vibrations of his voice feel completely wrong.

As the audience noise comes to a chatter, Glint claps his hands and puts his game face on.

“That change has just won you forty thousand dollars!” Glint says pointing at the mega screen. “So Neil….are we stopping or are you playing for the eighty thousand?”

The audience claps and cheers as they wait for Neil's reply.

“I……,” Neil says and then pauses, due to being weirded out by his feminine voice. “I want to continue!”

“Amazing!” Glint claps. “Let's bring up the next stage!”

The mega screen displays the same animations once more, as Neil looks up and wonders what he’s in for this time. Rubbing his hands together, he can’t take his eyes off the screen.

“Stage 4!” Glint roars, as the audience reacts to the options on the screen. “I didn’t see these options coming! Neil, how are you feeling?”

He doesn’t react, Neil just glares at the screen above him, motionless

“Option one, ladies and gentle is as follows,” Glint calls out above the audience noise. “Grow D-cup breasts!”

The clapping and cheering becomes almost deafening, as Glint continues to read out the options.

“Option two is for Neil to gain the behind of a woman,” he says with a smirk. “Neil, would you like to have junk in your trunk or a pair of blouse bunnies?”

“I’m not sure!” Neil squirms and winces at his feathery feminine voice.

“Well,” Glint grins. “You need to choose one of these options. Is it going to be growing a pair of breasts, or is it going to be having a thick plump backside?”

Moments pass by as Neil just stares at the screen. His imagination runs in overload, as he tries to contemplate either option.

“Ok Glint,” Neil says with high-pitched confidence. “I’m going with option one!”

The audience bursts into wild clapping and roaring chatter.

“So…..tits then,” Glint smiles and gestures cupping his own chest. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have them. I guess you’re about to find out firsthand!”

Neil throws Glint a wry smile, as the noise of the audience was almost overwhelming. Neil really started to wonder if he’s made the right choice. Breasts were not going to be easy to hide.

Rubbing his forehead in stress, he starts adding up the changes in his mind. He wasn’t even sure if he would be able to pass as a guy anymore. With his feminine voice, short stature, and soon-to-be breasts, it was going to be hard work.

“Don’t look so sad Neil!” Glint shouts over the audience noise. “You’ve won eighty grand!”

Neil looks up and gives a small smile before he starts feeling the pressure building around his nipples.

Grabbing his chest, he lets out a groan as he feels an intense pulling and tightening of the skin on his chest.

“How’s it feel?” Glint asks as Neil bends down with the intense sensations of growing breasts.

“Errrr……,” Neil answers as he concentrates on not panicking on live TV.

With wide eyes, Neil looks down at his chest as the feeling changes. It goes from a tightening of the skin to a feeling of inflation. His mouth drops as his nipples harden and push forward against his clothing.

His shirt isn’t cut to hold his growing boobs. The garment soon becomes stressed and strained as Neil’s expanding new breasts keep growing at pace.

The audience goes silent as the mega screen flashes images of Neil's chest and the transformation happening.

The audience gasps as Neil’s shirt rips open and his massive new double-D breast bounces around on his chest.

Neil quickly folds his arms around his new feminine chest to try and hide them. He couldn’t believe just how heavy they felt. He was even more shocked at how sensitive they are

“There they are!” Glint laughs as the camera fixes on him. “until we’ve got his new blouse bunnies away safely, the ladies and gentlemen at home will have to look at my handsome face.!

Still completely shocked at the large feminine mounds hanging from his chest, Neil hears his name shouted from behind him.

“Neil,” A young stagehand calls out to him. “We need to change your wardrobe!”

Neil turns to the young lady and his breasts swing wildly on his chest. He gives the girl an embarrassed look as she almost has to doge his large chest.

“What?” he asks “Why?”

The stagehand points at his nipples and shakes her head

“We can’t have your nipples out on TV. You're going to have to cover up.”

Neil holds up parts of his ripped-open shirt and gives her a sour look. The stagehand holds up some clothing and gives him a smile.

“Here’s and bra and a strap top,” she says as she tries to help him out of his broken shirt.

As the audience watches Neil get undressed, they give out a cheer as his new boobs are out for all the audience members to see.

Going bright red, Neil allows the young stagehand to wrap the bra around him and do up the clasp. Part of him was happy that his boobs felt more covered and supported. The other half of him felt deeply emasculated.

“Put this over your head,” the stagehand commands as she helps him into the strap top. “I’m sorry this stuff doesn’t really match your outfit, but we have to adhere to the tv companies regulations.

Pulling the item over his head and pulling it over his new boobs, Neil gives the girl an understanding nod.

“Neil!” Glint shouts to regain his attention. “Now you’re all covered up, I just want to congratulate you on getting this far!”

Neil smiles back, but the thought of having his new cleavage out on show wasn’t making him feel good. The strap top did little to hide his chest or in fact much of his upper body. He was starting to feel really exposed. He gained a new appreciation of how women felt when men stare.

“They look good on you,” Glint winks “With that feminine voice of yours, smaller figure, and large boobs, you're going to confuse a lot of people!”

The audience burst out in laughter. Neil starts trying to remember why he’s even doing this. Flashes of his daughter run through his mind.

“Now!” Glint says with a serious tone. “Considering the changes you’ve gone through so far, we’d all understand if you took the money. So what it to be, are you going to continue with the next stage, or are you taking the money.

Neil stands up straight and proud. Knowing what an odd sight he must be, he knew he couldn’t just quit and run. He needed more money.

“I’m staying!” Neil says with confidence.

“Great!” Glint cheers as the audience claps. “I knew you would.”

The mega-screen animation plays once more.

“This is for one hundred and sixty grand,” Glint comments as the animation completes and two options present themselves.

Neil looks up with anticipation. He wonders what on earth is next.

“Ok then Neil,” Glint says bringing his hands together. “Option one is as follows. Your male genitals become ones of a female.”

Glint pauses and gives Neil a worried look.

“Or option two,” Glint continues. “Your sexual orientation becomes that of a heterosexual woman.”

Neil looks on in total shock. Glint looks around at the stagehand in disbelief.

“Err….,” Glint says a little tongue-tied. “Do you have a wife Neil?

Neil slowly turns his head to Glint and gradually nods a yes.

“Oh, man!” Glint groans. “So if you take option one, you will no longer be able to please her by conventional means. If you take option two, you’ll have the tackle but no interest in her sexually. This is almost cruel!”

Neil looks back up at the mega screen without a word. Adjusting his bra, he tries to get comfortable.

“So what's it to be?” Glint asks