Questionable Content S03E01 by danath

Questionable Content S03E01

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#5 of Questionable Content

A brand-new season of the exceedingly raunchy transformation game show kicks off with it's first episode featuring five excited contestants!

About the Show

Questionable Content is a transformation-based game show. Contestants answer questions. For every answer they get right, they get a dose of Danathco's Patented Transformational Chemicals, which changes their bodies in all sorts of lewd ways. Answer a question wrong or orgasm, however, and the game is over! How long each contestant lasts is determined live on stream through random die rolls; most of the dialogue spoken by the contestants comes straight from the players in the livestream chat.

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This episode's contestants are:

Leo Archon (https://shadohime.sofurry.com/)

Lifeforce (https://lifeforcer.sofurry.com/)

Level Grind (https://www.f-list.net/c/level%20grind | https://callmecj-.sofurry.com/)

Rykela (https://rykela.sofurry.com | https://inkbunny.net/Rykela)

Jordan Caracara (https://friendofloyd.sofurry.com/ | https://www.furaffinity.net/user/friendofloyd)

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Questionable Content S03E01a featuring Leo Archon

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A hush fell across the crowd of people seated in the large amphitheater as the lights darkened, casting the whole arena into darkness. The long rows, broken up by the occasional set of wide stairs, formed a broad hemisphere around the circular stage, which jutted out from the wall beyond a large curtain. Moveable walls could also be brought in as backdrops when necessary. In the rafters, a complicated lighting rig could direct the attention of the audience to any portion of the stage, while all around cameras focused on the smooth, glossy black surface, currently empty.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a voice said, booming throughout the auditorium-like soundstage, "welcome to a new season of Questionable Content!"

Theme music swelled to life, ringing out over the audience, as the camera operators, all slinky otters in black jumpsuits, maneuvered into position. Lights flashed on, illuminating the huge red curtain at the back of the stage. Pushing through the flaps, the host of the show headed down the runway and out into the large, circular stage proper. He held a small, slim microphone in one black-socked paw while the other waved at the crowd and the cameras. The fox looked dapper and professional in a tailored blue suit and matching tie.

"Yes, welcome!" he said, speaking into the microphone. "A new season! And we're going to jump right into things, including introducing a few new surprises, with our first competitor..."

Searchlights lit up the audience, swinging around wildly in figure eights, illuminating the variety of species and genders present at the live show, as everyone leaned forward, wondering who was going to be called up to the stage.

"Delta Requiem!"

A high-pitched combination of shriek and whinny erupted from the far right side of the amphitheater. The searchlights quickly focused on a dark reddish-purple equine hurrying through the crowded aisle to get to the stairs as a few other horses and ponies - friends, from the way they cheered - shouted encouragement.

The cameras closed in on Delta as she trotted down the stairs. Stripes of medium gray and amaranth hair bounced around her shoulders and backside, disappearing in the back into an emerald green dress. The light material clung to her frame except for the large slit down the right leg, allowing her to flash the occasional glimpse of her enticing rump as she moved down the stairs. In addition to the smooth reddish-purple hide, a bright red, thinly-lined tattoo of a musical eighth-note enclosed in a triangle could be seen inked on her hip.

The green dress featured peculiar tailoring in the back that allowed a pair of large wings to fit through using a variety of buttons and hidden hooks. The pegasus's wings were the same amaranth color as her hide. Behind her, a fluffy and well-groomed mane echoed the gray and purple of her hair above as it bounced over a pert, thick rump outlined in green fabric.

Delta grinned as she took the stairs to the bottom, letting her wings out a bit to keep her balance as she sped across the steps, then the short set back up to the stage, to stand next to the fox hosting the show. The fox waited for the applause to dim before questioning the smiling pony.

"Welcome to Questionable Content, Delta!" the fox said. "Where are you from?"

He held the microphone out, waiting for her response.

"I'm from London," the pegasus replied in a cultured accent. "Though I spend my time wandering around as a musician."

"That's fantastic! What sorts of instruments do you play?"

"Oh, a few things, though I prefer to sing, actually," Delta said, grinning for the camera.

"I hope you'll be singing soon, because it's time to play... Questionable Content!"

Theme music blared as a team of highly trained stagehands - all otters, again all in black jumpsuits - ran out of the wings and from behind the stage on stumpy legs. Four of them guided Delta towards the center of the arena, where a portion of the stage floor slid open, revealing a black cavern below. From within, a unique set of restraints rose upwards, looking unlike what the show previously featured.

A large rectangular frame held several steel ropes attached to various cuffs and belts. The otters quickly stripped the purple pony down to her bare hide - one carefully folded the dress and undergarments - before strapping her into the frame. She had some motion of her arms up and down and the same with her legs going right to left, but could not move forward or back at all, save for a few inches of give in her hips. LED lights lit up around the frame, illuminating the nude equine's frame from the sides. The lights created a beautiful sheen across her hide as she tested the restraints.

"Using new nanotechnology, our engineers at Danathco have worked hard to create the very best experience for our viewers and competitors," the fox said, walking back and forth across the stage as the otters prepared the pony for the first question. "Our new Patented Transformational Chemicals guarantee quicker, longer lasting, and more pleasurable results!"

The curtains at the back of the stage pulled to the sides, revealing a giant LED screen that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. The digital display lit up as the fox continued to speak and elaborate on all the new changes. Figures, pictures, and even short video clips of various test subjects undergoing rapid transformations flashed across before the screen went dark.

"One thing that hasn't changed is how each competitor begins their run," the fox said, moving closer to the chained up pony as the otters finished their work and scrambled offstage in a rush. "As always, Delta, you must now choose whether you'll spin the Wheel of Fate!"

On the giant LED screen, an enormous spinning wheel emerged from a misty gray fog. Each option was illuminated in order as well as listed on the side, making it easy to see at a glance just what the Wheel could mean for Delta if she chose it.

"How about it, Delta? Will you spin the wheel and jump start your game on Level 5? Or do you want to take it easy and begin at the beginning?"

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained!" Delta said, flat teeth showing in a giant grin as she tugged her arms impatiently at the restraints. "I shall spin!"

The crowd applauded and the lights dipped, casting nearly the entire theater into darkness. As soon as the equine committed, the giant wheel began to spin...

Mucho Muscle
Ball-oons
Gusher
Milkmaid
Marshmallow Hello
Armed and Dangerous
Taurification
Beach Bod
Titanic
Plastic Fantastic
Hair of the Dog

All eyes were on the Wheel of Fate, except for Delta, who was facing away and could only watch on a small monitor near the camera operators. Round and round it went, until the digital clicking and clacking slowed to a crawl.

"Milkmaid!"

The host's announcement echoed the final position of the Wheel of Fate. Applause rang out, along with plenty of cheers, as the lights in and around the metal harness holding Delta in place brightened to an almost blinding whiteness for a moment before cooling off to a deep blue. The metal ropes connecting the bracelets holding Delta's wrists and ankles in place pulsed with a white light as the first mega-dose of the transformational chemicals was delivered into her bloodstream. The new nanotechnology ensured just the right amount surged through the amaranth pony's body, while additional instructions based off the Wheel of Fate result were implemented immediately.

Delta's face scrunched up as her bare, exposed nipples puffed outwards. She inhaled sharply, biting her lower lip, as visible swelling followed. The low moan that escaped her lips couldn't be helped as tingles of electric pleasure caused her to tug at the restraints, already wanting to get her fingers stroking across her newly sensitized teats.

"How's it feel so far, Delta?" the host asked. "You've just had five doses of our Patented Transformational Chemicals at once! Feeling the effects already?"

The equine shivered, attempted to reply, and instead groaned again as the swelling in her chest grew more pronounced. Her thick teats, each the same shade of gray as the stripe in her hair, set off nicely against the dark purple-red color of her hide. They grew fast, tripling in size and looking far too big for her breasts, which struggled to keep up.

Lower down, between Delta's thighs, trickles of feminine fluids ran down towards the floor. Instant arousal caused by the influx of the nanobots and chemicals sent hot flushes of lust through her midsection. The pony's wide hips wiggled back and forth as she rubbed her legs together, smearing her honey across her pelt.

An increased sex drive was only part of the changes in store for the pony. Cameras zoomed in, capturing her face, her closed eyes, her open muzzle, as well as her wobbling breasts and squirming thighs. A bulge formed in her lower belly and soon stretched outwards against the skin as organs shifted and grew inside, supporting a healthy pair of equine balls and an impressive ten-inch maleness. It sprouted in a moment as the nanobots diligently altered her physical form, heightening her pleasure receptors, increasing the size of her bust and rump, and amping up her desire in ways she hadn't thought possible.

Another coarse moan breathed past her plumped up lips as the purple equine's thick maleness arched upwards, new and proud and already leaking. Delta's fingers clutched and stretched as she achingly reached for it, desperately wanting to wrap her fingers around her new shaft and bring herself to the climax her body demanded. Thighs shifting, forcing her heavy balls up and down, the rapidly changing pony didn't appear like she would put up much of a fight once the questions started.

The fox turned towards the audience, encouraging them to applaud as a few ropes of pre-cum pulsed from the equine's tip, splattering across the glossy floor. Her breasts continued to swell, adding multiple cup sizes over the course of only a few moments.

"While we wait for those first doses to finish their work, we'll take a quick commercial break!" the fox announced as the cameras panned across the horse's heaving chest, highlighting just how big her taut nipples grew already.

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By the time the show returned to air, Delta's body was changed dramatically. The first doses worked more quickly than before, it seemed, to an impressive degree. A pair of enormous breasts hung from the equine's chest, each massive orb so large they squeezed together as they pressed outwards. Firm and taught, the teardrops were each six or seven times larger than Delta's own head, and while the growth slowed somewhat, they were still visibly jiggling and shifting. Powerful pectorals supported the enormous orbs, keeping them pert and upright. At least now the equine's large teats looked like they belonged, though they were still huge and fat, big enough that Delta wouldn't be able to get her fingers to wrap all the way around one.

Between her legs, a proud stallion-shaft stuck straight out, too fat and heavy to stand up straight on its own. The broad tip lurched up and down, spurting thick ropes of pre-cum onto the floor, as Delta's hooves tapped against the glossy surface.

"Welcome back to the show!" the host said, carefully stepping around a puddle of slick seed pooling on the black stage. "We're here with Delta, who spun 'Milkmaid' on the Wheel of Fate and is now ready for her first question!"

The horse's chest jiggled, wobbling, large enough to hide most of the former mare's belly. One camera swept around the back, showing off just how big Delta's breasts were already - they were far wider than her waist or plump hips.

"First question, Delta," the host said, holding his question cards in one paw, microphone in the other. The lights dimmed around the stage, leaving only the gasping equine in the bright spotlight.

"In the movie Zootopia, what is Judy's last name?"

Delta took a few breaths to get herself under control. After a moment, she said, with only minimal stuttering, "It's Hopps. Judy Hopps."

The crowd began to applaud before the host even confirmed the answer was correct. The show usually featured easier questions, especially at the start, but soon Delta would have a much more difficult time answering questions as the effects of the next dose of chemicals flooded her body.

The dose count in the corner of the giant LED screen behind her ticked up to six as she let out a whinny. Her maleness flexed upwards, smacking across and between her oversized chest before falling back forward. The fat length released a stream of pre-cum at the same time, flinging it out across the stage and even hitting a few people in the front rows.

Delta's muzzle scrunched up again as she whickered with need, each part of her body flexing and twitching in turn as the nanobots invading her body gave her a once over. The massive orbs on her chest grew more taut, more firm, as the first few drops of milk emerged from the puffy gray nips set on top of dinner plate-sized aereolae. Lower, the mare's gray stallion-shaft swung wildly up and down as the wrinkled gray balls below stretched lower and fuller.

"Moving right along," the host said, changing cards in his paws, "question two! Delta, in the movie Zootopia, what species are the employees at the Department of Mammal Vehicles?"

Delta took some more breaths, trying to focus on anything but how good her body felt. "They're... sloths, aren't they?" she said after a few moments.

Those deep breaths were captured on camera and replayed in ultra-slow motion, showcasing the mare's incredible rack filling out and lifting up, impossibly huge and full.

"That is correct!"

Another dose, another set of lights, and another jolt of pleasure driving itself into the equine's brain like a wedge. Delta's head tipped forward and her tongue lolled out as she hung in the restraints, breasts pulling forward. Her maleness surged in length, going from a respectable ten inches to more than sixteen, to the point the tip levered itself back up to smack across her oversized tits and lodged between the soft mounds. Delta's amaranth pelt shifted, hips quivering, as the fantastic equine stalk jerked between those oversized mammaries, spreading them apart and smearing pre-cum across her glossy pelt.

But now was not the time to slow down. The host was already readying his third card as the equine's moans rang out throughout the auditorium, eliciting more than few sympathy boners from the audience members.

"Question three... are you ready, Delta?" the host asked, pausing as a particularly lewd groan rolled from the mare's plumped lips. "From which borough does Judy Hopps hail?"

Delta gasped a little, but tried to focus. She fell back on an old standby; thinking of something unsexy. Her friend's grandmother came to mind. With that image in mind, Delta quelled her lust enough to answer.

"She's... from... Bunnyburrow!"

"That is correct!"

The fresh blast of nanobots and chemicals barely got into the mare's system before a red siren descended from the top of the LED wall behind her, filling the stage with a glaring red light. The klaxon noise echoed for another few moments before fading to a more reasonable volume.

"A new season brings new challenges!" the fox said, speaking loudly into his microphone over the alarm. "Delta, you must now face the first challenge of the season. Challenges happen every three rounds and can change the whole dynamic of your fight to stay on stage!"

On the screen, the alarm sunk down past the edge of the screen and was replaced instead by a large golden die. Each side featured a number and a symbol, but no other information as to what the roll could mean.

"The challenge rolls will really force our competitors to hang on to make it into the later levels!" the host said. "Delta, your first challenge starts now!"

The golden die on the screen bounced from one end of the stage to the other, rolling and flipping in a blur...

And landed solidly with one edge facing the screen, filling the entire background: "5" with a symbol beneath that looked something like an alligator's mouth.

From all directions around the stage, black jumpsuit-clad otters scrambled forward, close to a dozen in all. Delta's eyes widened and she wriggled desperately in the restraints as dozens of paws reached out and up. The equine's muzzle gaped open as she gasped at the sting of twelve nippleclamps snapping into place, six on each of her overly fat teats, right in a circle around the edge.

The equine's hips quivered as the shocking sensations fueled a spasm of pleasure. Sticky, clear honey drizzled between her clamped-together thighs as male pre-cum poured down her fat length, once more pushing forward, free of her overly generous cleavage.

The weight of all the nipple clamps pulled the mare's enormous chest down somewhat, but their size would have blocked the view of her stomach at all anyways. They were so large they descended around her flexing stallionhood, wrapping the soft fuzzy orbs around the hypersensitive stalk. Delta's lips pulled back as she whickered again, every movement causing something to feel better than before.

Despite the sensation, Delta somehow hung on. She clenched her teeth and willed her mind back to her grandmother. It worked, even for a moment, and she managed to climb down from the edge of oblivion. Letting loose meant losing, and no matter how good the nipple clamps felt around her fat, leaking tits, or how nice her cleavage was stroking her magnificent maleness, she had to hold back...

"Next question, your fourth so far," the host said, keeping a wide berth of the ragingly stiff horsecock jutting from between the awe-inspiring cleavage of the amaranth pony's chest. "Name one of Clawhauser's favorite things."

Rivulets of milk dribbled from the mare's chest, squirting out with each deep, shuddering breath. The nipple clamps couldn't hold back the pressure completely.

"Naked grandmother, naked grandmother," Delta thought, desperate to focus on anything but the aching need in her loins. "He... really... REALLY... likes Gazelle!"

"That is correct!"

Again the distinct blasts of noise and light, the familiar jolt of the dose slamming into the oversized equine's body.

As the additional Milkmaid versions of the patented transformational chemicals influenced the equine's physical form, they also brought out more distinct patterns in the color of her hide. Rather than a monochrome dark red-purple, parts of her glossy flanks and sides lightened into the same gray as the stripe that ran through her mane and tail. Soon the patchwork mix of the two mimicked the well-known appearance of a Holstein, with large amaranth blotches interrupted by a gray background.

More milk leaked from each massive nipple as they shook back and forth, mixing milk with pre-cum on the floor below. The huge breasts wobbled majestically for the cameras, though as the host readied the next question, he wondered if his initial assessment of the mare was incorrect... maybe she'd last a while after all.

"Alright, Delta... question five, for your tenth dose total!" he said, wondering if the new otter-expedited host-removal system he'd designed would work. The moment those restraints came off, a wall of otters would protect him from the contestant. With the knowledge of his secret weapon, the fox straightened his back and fluffed his tale before reading the card with renewed confidence. "In the movie Zootopia, who was the mastermind behind the Night Howlers?"

That question brought another unsexy thought to Delta's mind. If there was one character in all media who could get Delta angry, it was none other than... "Dawn Belleweather," she snarled out, lust blanked out by hatred - at least until the fox quickly confirmed her answer correct, which was followed by another jolt as the tenth does surged through her.

The horse's backside rippled as powerful muscles flexed, making sure she was capable of lifting the massive milkers hanging from her chest. Creamy, warm milk sprayed from the nipple clamps, altering the flow and causing wild blasts to rain out over the audience in the first several rows. The powerful stallion-shaft between her legs, now nearly eighteen inches long and almost half that wide, let out a few blasts of pre that threatened the same. One particularly large rope of seed splattered across one of the waterproofed cameras held by an otter, who also got a faceful of the eqine's essence. Undeterred, he kept the camera on focus even as globs of sticky pre-cum rolled down his ears.

"Question six, Delta! I hope you're ready!" the host said, taking a few steps back. He had to admit that while messy in the front, the mare's back side was particularly nice. Round, plump to the point of ridiculousness, the massive ham hocks sat on top of a huge pair of thighs, which, when the equine flexed, demonstrated they were large for a reason as muscles popped out against her splotched amaranth and gray coat. The whole rump shook and jiggled from beneath her flouncy, permed-up tail.

"What is the name of Gazelle's famous song from Zootopia?" the fox asked after a moment, when he realized he'd gotten distracted by the gorgeously thick and pert horse-hocks in front of him. One of the otters, noticing his distraction, sent a camera to get a better shot, much to the enjoyment of the audience.

If there was anything that could cut through lust, it was Delta's passion. Her life. Rather than answer directly, Delta instead launched into the first few lines of 'Try Everything', Gazelle's hit single from the movie. Her voice was clear and unbroken, despite the chemicals and her extremely sensitive body.

But again, only for a moment - the mare quickly lost control as her voice broke, turning into a high-pitched squeal as the next dose rampaged around her DNA, pumping her nipples and balls up to even more absurd dimensions. Atop her head, behind her large ears, a pair of shiny gray horns emerged, rapidly pressing out to the sides before turning upwards into points - a perfectly nice pair of bull horns to go along with the cow pattern hide.

Perhaps forgotten in the excitement, partially because the mare's front side was so engaging, but partially because she kept them folded up against her backside, the pegasus's wings rested. When the klaxon announcing the second challenge interrupted the stage, blaring and red and alarming, the equine's wings stretched outwards. Altered and modified to be able to carry her new weight, Delta's former five-foot wingspan was now eclipsed by an incredible twenty-foot span. Broader feathers, plush and soft, coated the tips, while narrower, lighter feathers ribbed the insides of the wings.

"It's time for your second challenge, Delta!" the fox said, as the golden die appeared on screen once more, this time flashing and flickering about instead of just rolling around the edges of the screen. "I hope you're ready!"

The golden die flashed and flickered, zipping and zapping like a glitch from one side of the screen to the other, until it suddenly stopped, filling the entire screen with a single, final face featuring a number - "6" - and a long, rounded object that looked something like a bullet in silhouette.

But as nearly two dozen otters rushed onto the stage, all helping carry a massive vibrator onto the stage, the real meaning of the symbol became clear.

The stagehands were quick, moving and wriggling and fastening and tightening and fixing the parts into place like a pit crew working on a car. They crowded around the pegasus's legs, squeezing against her massive balls as they bolted a heavy pneumatic press into the floor, lined up the vibrator on top, and hit the start button, all within thirty seconds of the die displaying its result.

The buzz of commotion around her nether regions nearly set Delta off, but the equine's fortitude stiffened - along with her stallionhood - as she tried to hold back as best she could. The loud buzzing noise and the sudden scrambling departure of the otter stagehands, followed by the feeling of getting stretched like she'd never felt before, nearly drove her over the edge.

The massive industrial vibrator sent shivers through the floor so strong people in the upper rows could feel it. It pounded forward, spreading Delta's thighs wide, then filling her aching lips and then some. The pegasus whickered and whinnied, hips wiggling madly as the pneumatic press slowly built up speed, thrusting deep enough to make the mare's knees quiver like jelly.

Blasts of milk splattered from her clamped teats, hitting audience members in the higher rows now, as her stallionhood flexed, blasting even more pre-cum across the glossy stage, until seed and milk rolled around the edges and into the hidden drains below. But somehow, she hung on. She didn't cum, and her game continued.

"Next question, Delta," the fox said, thinking once more about his otter-powered host-removal system. His eyes boggled a bit as he glanced at the LED screen behind him, where a side-by-side comparison of Delta at the start of the game and now displayed moving video of both past and present horse. Past, feminine and slightly dainty. Present, gushing and huge, with tits that could put anyone to shame.

"In the movie Zootopia, what is the name of the snowbound, ice-over region of the city?"

Delta almost didn't hear the question. She looked at her clamped teat. Oh, how she wanted to get that nipple in her mouth... She wrenched herself back to reality in time to hear and answer. "T-Tundratown! It's... Tundratown!" she gasped out.

"Correct!"

The pegasus shuddered with pleasure as the next dose rippled into her body. The massive vibrator plunged into her aching pussy, thrilling her to no end, as the milk poured from her massive milkers. One of the clamps pinged off, no longer able to fit around the huge, swollen teats turned up on the ends of each teardrop, which hung from her chest proudly, jiggling and wobbling and bouncing her long stallion cock low. How she was able to hold back, she didn't know, but it was taking all of her strength to do so.

Against her balls, now each as big as a watermelon, she felt something slide wetly across. A few flicks to test confirmed it: her tail was no longer bushy and permed, but instead ropelike down to a plush, feathered tip colored in gray and amaranth stripes. The long, vine-like cow tail whipped to and fro behind her, above her plush rump cheeks, which jiggled and bounced all their own, matching her oversized chest in terms of jiggliness.

"Question eight," the fox said, trying to unobtrusively move a little further towards the edge of the stage. The way Delta was breathing, grunting, and worst of all, staring at him, he felt the otter-assisted host-removal system would definitely come into play with this contestant. "In the movie Zootopia, what is the name of the police chief?"

Delta looked between her cock, her breasts, and the host, trying to decide which she should focus on first when she got loose... "B-Bogo!" she managed to strangle out. "Chief Bogo!"

"Correct, again!"

The red klaxon sounded off again, bathing the overhung mare in red light and causing the rivers of pre and milk to glisten on the stage floor. She cried out as the vibrator's pneumatics, fully warmed up, pounded against her aching pussy walls, shaking so hard she couldn't speak without a tremor in her voice. Each time it bottomed out, she bit her lower lip and resisted the urge to bellow out a moo. It was hard to tell if she was more cow or horse at this point, but the overhung stallion-shaft didn't seem to mind the confusion as it slid between the gorgeously massive milk jugs draped from the pegasus's chest. They were large enough now to hang out several feet in front and hide most of her hips and thighs. Were she laying down, her breasts would support her weight, keeping her hips up so that she'd have to tuck her legs in. It was a fairly incredible sight, made possible through the new nanotech and improved transformational chemicals.

The potent slurry fed into the mare's body as she wriggled and writhed. The golden die appeared on the screen behind her as she groaned, lewd and lusty, uncaring what happened next and almost wanting to lose at this point - the desperate need to wrap her lips around her own teat was pulling at her, taunting her, making her more desperate than ever.

The golden die bounced like a rubber ball on the screen, a new animation for the third challenge. The host wasn't even speaking at this point, having already prepared himself for a loss by edging close to the cameras.

The die bounced several more times as the mare's breasts swelled another few inches all the way around. Another two clamps pinged off across the stage as the golden die finally came to a rest... showing the number "5' as well as a silhouette in a darker golden shade of an otter standing up with his paws on his hips.

The klaxon sounded again, but this time it flashed a bright green. LEDs lit up on all sides of the stage and around the metal frame holding the pegasus in place. Ropes dropped from the ceiling, followed by otters rappelling down. More otters clambered over the sides of the stage, and others jogged onto the stage from the wings. A few audience members tossed off wigs and clothes, revealing themselves to be stagehands, not contestants, and they clambered across the rows, stepping from shoulder to shoulder to get to the stage as quickly as possible.

The tide of brown and tan fur swept across the stage as the words "OTTER INVASION" flashed across the LED screen, dark green on a light green background.

The first wave crashed across the oversized pegasus, sending slick bodies rubbing along every inch of the mare's oversized breasts and powerful legs. Furry paws grasped at her nipples, muzzles found their way to latch on, as the slick and slippery mess only grew as the growing tide of stagehands stripped off their jumpsuits and joined the dogpile.

A bellow moo of pleasure echoed through the theater and several of the stagehands were blown five or six feet away from the mare as she came. The powerful stallion-stalk sent them skidding towards the edge of the stage as the clamps around her arms and legs immediately released, her orgasm triggering the uncoupling of the restraints. Rather than go down beneath the tide of otters milling and wriggling and squeezing around her from all directions, the mare's heavy hooves stomped towards the fox, who held up his wrist and frantically stabbed at a button that was supposed to summon the otters to whisk him away...

Only all the otters were occupied already.

"Congratulations to our contestant, Delta, and stay tuned for more Questionable Content after this breaaaaaaaaaaaayyyeeeeeeee!"

The amaranth and gray hands easily gripped the fox. Just as easily, they ripped his tailored suit pants off his legs. And even more easily, they guided the wriggling fox right down onto the proud horsecock jutting from between her mammoth mammaries, impaling the soft and fuzzy male as the second orgasm flushed through the hugely enlarged pegasus.

Delta's groan echoed around her as she spread her wings, now close to a twenty-five foot span. Gusts of wind blew the otters surrounding and clutching at her off and to the side as she lifted into the air. One paw gripped the back of the fox's head, keeping him firmly sat around her flexing, shooting shaft, while the other pointed straight up, towards the rafters where otter stagehands manning the searchlights followed her with their beams.

"Weeee'lllll beeee rriiiiighhhtt baaaaack!" the host wailed as the pegasus lifted him to the highest beams before dangling him over and pumping, wings flapping to keep her balance as all the frustrations built up by the inability to cum for so long released right into the host's bulging belly.

The cameras zoomed in, capturing the lewd display, before cutting away to the commercial break...

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Questionable Content S03E01b featuring Lifeforce

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From the point of view of the average viewer at home, the transformation of the Questionable Content stage between rounds from a jizz-filled mess to a pristine clean, black, sparkling platform appeared magical, but it was accomplished the old-fashioned way: dozens of otter stagehands frantically mopping milk and cum. Others worked a large crane lift off to the side of the stage to retrieve the host from the previous contestant, and after a quick shower and a new suit, the otters just managed to rush off the stage and push the fox back into the view of the cameras as the show went live once more.

"Welcome *herp* back!" the fox said, belching unintentionally as his fully belly stretched outwards against his suit coat. "We're going to have another round of Questionable Content starting right now!"

Spotlights picked out people in the audience, flashing around in dizzying circles as suspenseful music played.

"Please welcome to the stage... Lifeforce!"

Large cheers erupted all around as the spotlights found their target: a five-foot-four panda with an impressive rack. Due to her height, the panda's oversized melons bounced across the heads of everyone in the row in front of her as she scooted her way along, apologizing all the way.

Once she cleared the aisle, the stairs were no problem, though the fox hosting the show took an involuntary step back when he saw not only the size of her impressive cleavage or the less-than-feminine bulge in the blue jeans, but also the t-shirt being stretched and distorted in every direction. Beneath the QC logo under the neckline, the shirt featured, in massively large block print, the words "I DO FOXES."

Sweeping her long black hair to the back of her head with her paws, the short panda's whole figure jiggled and bounced its way up the stairs, providing the cameras with plenty of action to film before the main event even began. Motioning for her to join him, the host held out the microphone as they faced the audience and cameras together.

"So, Lifeforce," he said, ears flattening as her paw found its way to his backside, "where are you from?"

"I know I might not look it, but I'm from New Zealand!" the panda replied. At the same time, her paw squeezed mightily around the fox's rump, pinching his plush rear end through the suit pants.

Ever the pro, the fox tried not to react as he moved the show along.

"That's great! And we're happy you've *oof* joined us *ah!* today!" he said, casually disengaging his backside from her quizzical paw. "Just step right over here, and we'll get you set up and ready to play! In the meantime, here's a quick commercial message from one of our sponsors."

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"And we're back!"

The host of the show beamed at the crowd now that the panda was securely arranged in the large metal rectangle in the center of the stage. She was busy testing the restraints, which also doubled as the delivery vehicle for the transformational chemicals, now further empowered with new Danathco nanotechnology. The host explained all this to the crowd as the cameras panned up and down the stacked, short panda's nude figure, lingering on the plump maleness draping down her thighs and the puffy black nipples set in a field of white fur across her bounteous chest.

"And so we're now guaranteeing quicker, faster, more powerful transformations than ever before! With the stakes so high, how long can contestants last? Let's find out!"

The lights and theme music blared for a few moments as the fox pulled the question cards from his jacket and stood to the side of the stage on his marker. Lifeforce wiggled with excitement in the center of the stage, connected by all four limbs to the large metal structures above her. She looked far too small for it, though the telescoping features of the complex piece of equipment hadn't yet needed to be employed. They allowed the harnesses and structure to grow as large as necessary to house contestants as long as they were still playing the game.

One question wrong, or one orgasm, and the round was over.

Lifeforce shivered as her fur stood on end. Toes wiggling, she leaned forward in the restraints, allowing the swells of her broad chest to dangle enticingly for the cameras.

"Alright, Lifeforce... it's time for your first big decision," the fox said. "Will you spin... the Wheel of Fate?"

Across the back of the semicircular stage, dark red curtains withdrew to the sides, revealing the massive, stage-spanning LED screen. As it lit up, it revealed the outline of a circle with various words written on the wedges. Along the side of the screen, all the options listed down in order.

The panda considered for only a moment.

"Let's do it!"

The Wheel of Fate

Mucho Muscle
Hair Raising
Deck the Balls
Marshmallow Hello
Armed and Dangerous
Taurification
Beach Bod
Titanic
Plastic Fantastic
Hair of the Dog

On the screen, the Wheel of Fate spun slow at first, but gradually increased the speed until the options were a total blur. Lights flashed blue, then green, then red and back to blue as the screen zoomed in on the uppermost part of the spinning circle. A clacking noise echoed through the studio as the Wheel slowed and gradually came to a halt...

"Deck the Balls!" announced the host, as the words floated off the board on the screen and filled it to entirety.

The contraption around Lifeforce lit up in a variety of ways, up and down the beams and through the cords and wires. A stream of LED lights flowed down the steel ropes connecting the frame to the restraints around the panda's wrists and ankles, as well as the belt around her belly.

Everyone tended to make a face when they got their first hit of the show's transformational chemicals. The initial rush of energy, heat, and pleasurable tingling usually took the breath away. Lifeforce was no exception, and the panda held a unique open-mouthed snarl for a few long moments as the rush of the first doses hit her.

Between her legs, her thick maleness stretched out and up, hardening to the point of quivering within a few short seconds. A gasp finally broke the frozen expression on her muzzle as the heat made her nipples ache. The massive mammaries bounced as she pumped her hips, only to be stopped by the powerful metal holding her in place. At the base of the panda's erection, a healthy set of balls swung across her thighs, each about the size of her fist.

It didn't take much longer than that for the first effects to kick in. Lifeforce's muzzle dropped open and a long, lewd sigh filled the whole studio, sending more a few audience members' ears back at the sheer lustiness of the vocalization. The panda's white-furred balls descended, swelling as they dropped, and almost bounced as the growth spurt quit, leaving them hanging just above her knees. The panda's sensitive maleness quivered even more eagerly as a steady stream of clear pre-cum bubbled up out of the tip and rolled along the fat urethra before dripping onto the glossy floor below.

Hoots and hollers from the audience, along with particularly rambunctious cheering from a blue-scaled dragoness, quieted down only after the fox held up his paws, cards in hand.

"We're ready for the first question - are you, Lifeforce?" he asked. "Here we go: What is the name of Robin Hood's closest friend?"

"Ha!" the panda said, almost snorting. "This is easy. Little John!"

"That is correct!"

Flashing lights, a musical cue, and a healthy dose of the transformational chemicals - all the rewards for answering correctly.

Getting a fresh batch of the potent mix of nanotech and drugs took a little of the edge off of the confident panda's personality. Her muzzle dropped open, revealing the red tongue inside, as her heavy chest lowered along with her balls, adding at least a cup size. Her thick maleness fattened up, plumping visibly like an overstuffed burrito, especially the fat urethra from which ounce after ounce of clear pre-cum dribbled away. Lifeforce's second auditorium-filling moan wasn't quite as lewd as the first, but when the second spurt of growth hit her heavy balls, she let everyone know.

The white-furred orbs surpassed the size of her head in moments as they visibly inflated. Instant replays showed the slow-motion view on the giant LED screen behind her, as well as some quick calculations to demonstrate the size of the things. Before long, a pair of massive watermelons dangled to the panda's shins, tugging her super-sized stalk down to point straight forward with it. Her belly contracted as she huffed, arousal growing hotter than she could believe as the nanotechs and chemicals fueled a surge of hormones.

"Question two, Lifeforce," the host said, switching cards. "Doing great so far. In the Disney Robin Hood movie, what species is Maid Marian's lady-in-waiting?"

The panda squirmed as her thick stalk lurched upwards, only to be dragged down by her oversized watermelons.

"H-how's it getting so hard already... a-a hen!" she gasped, punctuating the last word with an impressive rope of pre-cum that launched almost ten feet from her hips, though it fell short of the edge of the stage by a good two feet.

The correct answer, confirmed by the fox, resulted in another dose of the chemical mixture, which fueled a second rope of pre-cum that made the first appear to be little more than a trickle. Clear, sticky, pungent pre-cum splattered across the stage as it fell from a massive arc, with the end of the arc landing squarely on the blue dragoness who so eagerly cheered earlier on. The look of shock on her face was matched only by her neighbors as several successive blasts sent pre-cum flying across the front rows.

What panda-jizz managed to remain on stage rolled towards and over the edges, where a hidden drain quickly moved even the largest amounts of fluid out of the way quickly and easily. It wasn't so easy for the audience members, however, some of whom were quickly getting out the plastic sheeting they'd been provided; others were jumping up and down and encouraging the panda to aim better.

"Third question," the fox said, though he had to pause for a moment as another spectacular growth spurt struck the black and white bear.

Lifeforce's eyes bulged and her whole body stiffened as her low-hanging balls draped against the the floor. She had to rely on the restraints for balance as she moved her feet out of the way. Being as she started off at only five-foot-four, her huge testicles appeared even larger due to her small body. Combined with a slowly increasing cup size, Lifeforce was well on to her way to generating quite the climax to the show.

"Third question," the fox said, repeating himself above the volume of the panda's moans. "What is the name of the wooded area where Robin Hood lives?"

The questions were relatively simple, as far as trivia shows went, but what made it difficult for the contestants was the inability to concentrate on the question in the first place. For Lifeforce, the pressure building in her oversized balls was a constant, needy throbbing, electric almost. Her huge white sac blocked the view of her black-furred legs, while above, her massive chest stretched to block any view of her stomach, leaving only her fat shaft poking out from between them.

"I-I can't... I don't... so good... uugh... Sherwood Forest!"

The panda had to summon all her willpower to gasp out the answer, but it was the right answer, and so yet another powerful dose of the chemical serum flooded into her body, amplifying and increasing the already massive changes.

After eight doses, it seems her body had enough of being the short gal in the room. Her head stretched upwards, but it wasn't just that she was adding height - she was adding mass everywhere, so that she retained the proportional size of her limbs and head. The trick of making her look as though she were zooming up in height came from below, where her rump was now shoving down against the massively inflated testicles. They acted like furniture, holding her up like a barstool as the lower half spread along the floor to a certain distance.

Fortunately, the metal rig to which she was attached adapted quickly, adjusting wider as her huge balls spread further across the glossy black surface of the stage. Lifeforce's moans echoed through the auditorium as various catcalls urged her to let go. It was all the panda could do to keep her massive maleness from popping off - now nearly a foot and a half long, but half that thick, it was a short, stubby, fat little cannon of a cock, with an endless supply of ammunition.

A red klaxon went off moments after the music cue for getting the question right ended. A red flashing light appeared on the LED screen and the word "CHALLENGE" in all white faded in.

"That's right, it's a challenge!" the fox said, as a golden die appeared on the screen. "These new challenges will test contestants to their limit! We've seen nipple clamps and otter invasions... who knows what else could be included? It's a mystery to everyone!"

Lifeforce managed to focus on the screen as the golden die bumped around from side to side, rolling over and over and displaying various numbers and symbols, each a silhouette, some recognizable and some not.

Just as the massive golden die was coming to a rest, the whole screen shorted out. The lights flashed and then went dead as well, though the cameras and their lights continued to work. Everything else, though was mysteriously powered off.

Except for the metal harness surrounding Lifeforce. The steel ropes and beams disguised the delivery methods for the transformational chemicals and nanobots. They also contained indicators in the form of LED lights that flickered and flashed whenever a contestant received a dose.

In the dark auditorium, the only strong light came from that metal harness as every single LED on the rack shone bright as the sun, then blinked rapidly. The light cast peculiar shadows on the face of the host, whose vulpine eyes widened further and further as the dosage indicators scrolled upwards.

After almost twenty seconds, the power came back on. The lights blinked to life and the LEDs on the metal harness turned off as the regulators came back online.

The host, it turned out, wasn't so much cast in a peculiar shadow as he was holding a peculiar expression: fascinated and inevitable horror.

Lifeforce's bellowing moan echoed through the dead silent stage as countless doses pummeled the panda, still only around six feet tall through the first measured doses. The stream of chemicals and nanobots that flooded her body during the power outage merrily went to work, ignoring the frantic kill switch commands that couldn't reach their fried antennas.

The panda's body blossomed in all directions, though once more retained her proportions, save for increased padding and fluffiness all around. She stretched upwards as the metal harness automatically disconnected, sensing the end of the game as the panda's maleness bucked and erupted.

There were no calls for better aim from the audience as the firehose-like blast knocked hats off people in the front rows. The panda's demonstrated growth spurts from earlier returned with a vengeance; every time Lifeforce's heart beat, her fantastic testicles swelled larger. They grew faster than any other part of her, ballooning outwards and lifting her body higher into the air. Huge legs and arms reached out and down, paws four times the size of the fox host's own snagging his suit.

"I DO FOXES!" the panda said, her voice rattling the rafters as she hit twelve feet tall in just a few minutes of time. Enormous breasts spilled outwards, impossibly round and huge, with aereolae on the ends twice the size of her own head. The massive breasts draped around her growing maleness, which stretched inches at a time, both in girth and length, until it was half the size of the fox dangling from the giant panda's growing paws.

The cameras zoomed in on the fox host then as large paws pressed him down against the flexing, throbbing cannon sitting atop a mountain of beautiful panda balls. Thick cum poured around the wriggling male as massive fingers easily kept him in place, rubbing up and down as much of the huge stalk as she could reach through her overgrown chest. Coughing and spluttering, somehow his lapel mic functioned enough to pick up his sign-off.

Waves of jizz spilled from the panda's cock, fueled by her ever-growing testicles. The huge round orbs were larger than minivans stood on end, while the panda herself quickly stood higher than sixteen feet. Her huge length rested across the top of the balls, indenting them before carrying off into the open air. The firehose only sprayed harder and faster as the entire audience found themselves graced with a splatter or five or rich, creamy panda-seed. Behind, her plump, generous rear end squeezed down on top of those massive nuts like she was sitting on a beanbag chair. Her paws gripped the fox tight as she vigorously rubbed him into her massive length, crooning and gasping with need as the intense, never ending orgasm continued.

Depending on the actual number of doses the panda got during the technical malfunction, she could grow for minutes or hours. One thing that was certain, however, was that she wasn't going to be finished emptying those hyper-sized testicles before the end of the next commercial break.

The drains installed around the edge of the stage worked, the otter stagehands noted with satisfaction, though unfortunately most of the panda's load wasn't aimed at the drains.

"We'll... be... right... bacrkrlkllgggll!"

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Questionable Content S03E01c featuring Level Grind & Rykela

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"Welcome back to the show!"

As the live feed turned back on, the host of Questionable Content, a dark red fox of typical markings and height, strutted from the wings of the stage in yet another new suit, this one dark gray. The jacket had to be let out around a sizeable plumpness in the fox's belly.

"We here at Questionable Content would like to start off by apologizing for the unfortunate mechanical incident during the last contestant's round," the host said. He was about to say more when he was interrupted by a long, drawn out moan and the sound of a door slamming open.

From the opposite wing of the stage, a flood of white fluid and otters in their soaking wet black jumpsuits sailed across the glossy black surface, squeaking and grunting as they scrambled to their feet and rushed for mops and squeegees. As the host continued to talk, the panda-wrangling stagehands scurried back into the wings while the loud, drawn-out moans halted, no doubt finally behind some soundproof walls.

"And so while we can't give Lifeforce any official prizes for taking the most doses, she is definitely going to be in the record books!"

The fox waited for the audience applause to quiet down before continuing.

"But we're not going to hold back now! Not when we've got a very special double-round, brand new in this season of Questionable Content!"

Spotlights lit up the audience as they waved around, singling out various people as the host waited to build suspense.

"Please welcome to the QC stage... Whirl and Level!"

Spotlights quickly picked out the two chosen competitors. They were sat on opposite sides of the amphitheater-like auditorium.

Whirl was an orca, but his colorings were the reverse of the normal. Instead of black on top of his head and a white jaw and neck, the markings were flipped. Bright blue eyes looked out from that large, smooth dome. A tight black t-shirt wrapped around the orca's chest and belly, showing off the powerful physique underneath. With no fur to muffle the edges, the fabric clung to every dip and shallow between the orca's pecs and abs, which distended the large gold letters, which read, "Orcas do it from behind!" Around his hips, a tight pair of blue jeans squeezed around muscular thighs, with a wide opening in the back and a clasp to keep them up around the broad forked tail sweeping the air behind him. It moved as though it were in water even while he walked, adding a little grace to the orca's massive eight-foot-tall frame.

Level, for his part, could go hoof to toe with Whirl when it came to bodybuilding despite being almost two feet shorter. Still a big lad at six-foot-three, the pastel blue unicorn's hide rippled across his beefy, broad torso and belly. The short, dense blue hair showed off his powerful body almost as well as the orca's glossy skin. The unicorn was shirtless, though he wore a backwards-facing red baseball hat with the QC logo across the front. The unicorn's spiral horn pushed through the hole in the back of the hat, which held a mop of pastel purple hair in place. The bright purple hair ran down the back of his neck to his shoulders, long and silky, and the same color as his flicking tail which reached to the back of his knees. A pair of snug khaki carpenter shorts wrapped around the thickset unicorn's hips, doing very little to disguise the prominent, knee-length bulge of the stallion's maleness pressing outwards.

The two large males towered over the fox, who felt very tiny indeed when they crowded in next to him on the stage.

"Let's start with you, Level," he said, squirming an arm up against the unicorn's flexing chest to get the thin mic close to the stallion's long muzzle. "Where are you from?"

"I would give you a city name, but there's a 99% chance you wouldn't have heard of it. Just know I traveled quite a large distance to get here from an almost shockingly small town."

The unicorn grinned and waved at the crowd, then curled his arms around and flexed his biceps, showing off his pumped-up physique. The fox swallowed and turned to the taller orca. The plan was they'd be so focused on each other by the end of the round that they'd forget about him completely. Hopefully the way the orca and unicorn leaned against each other already was a good sign...

"That's great, Level!" he said, moving the mic. "Now, Whirl! What do you hope to get out of the show today?"

"Fingers crossed... I want to be as big as my older brother and sister." He flexed too, of course, but still sounded a tad starstruck by the thought of appearing on television. The orca glanced over and down, then grinned and reached across the fox's chest with his arm. "Damn, dude, you're hung already, huh?"

The orca's fingers wrapped around the bulge of the medial ring pressing outwards through the unicorn's cargo shorts. The bright blue equine grinned back and leaned over, fingers stretching out to do the same to the broad, curved line of the orca's shaft, dimpling the fabric around it to show off the girth. Between them, the fox found himself helplessly squeezed together between four massive pecs and a host of rippling abdominal muscles - not to mention some knee-quiveringly-large biceps.

"Nf... ack! Ahem! Okay, gentlemen," the host said, managing to squirm free of the two college students. "Hopefully the show will be everything you hope it will be, because now it's time to play... Questionable Content!"

On cue, two teams of otter stagehands ran onto the stage, none of them taller than five feet, most somewhat less. A few barely came up to the orca's hips as they moved the two muscular males towards the center of the stage while the fox took the opportunity to fix his mussed hair.

A section of the floor pulled back as the otters stripped the unicorn and orca bare. Neither appeared to be all that nervous about baring it all on live television. In fact, Whirl put on a distinct display by pressing his large hands behind his head, sticking out his hips, and swinging the massive pole back and forth. Black around the stalk with a white crown, it was about as thick around in the center as his meaty bicep. A muted, red-pink tattoo of a pair of intertwined "Male" symbols was on the lower part of the right orb.

"Nice pipe!"

"Thanks, bro!"

Level assumed the same position as the orca. Despite being two feet shorter, his impressive tool swung just as well, and proportionally he may have even been a touch bigger than orca. The two jacked college studs grinned at each other as they danced back and forth, until the host, a little exasperated by the antics, urged them to get into the metal restraints designed to hold them in place during the game.

From the open section of floor, a second rectangular metal setup rose, matching the first in size and diameter. The same wrist, ankle, and belt straps waited to connect to either the unicorn or orca. It took only a minute or two for the otters to guide them into place, and neither orca nor unicorn was shy about popping erections as the handy little otters got them into position, with more than a few gropes and feels stolen.

"Bro, what's your workout routine? You got mad abs."

"A lot of situps. All the time!"

"Yeah!"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Alright, alright!" the fox said, stepping in between the two restrained beefcakes. "As you know, this is a special duo round of the show, something we haven't tried before. As such, the rules are a little different."

The fox motioned to the metal ropes attached to the frame. In-built LED lights glowed softly, signalling readiness.

"You two will work together to answer the questions. If one of you answers, you both win and receive another dose," the fox said. "However, if either of you orgasms or answers incorrectly, your partner will get a bonus! And that's all there is to it... oh, except for one small thing..."

The rectangular frames faced the audience, keeping the unicorn and orca on their feet, arms spread to the sides with only a limited range of motion. The frames rotated, however, moving to face the two together before squeezing them in close. Whirl's heavy maleness flattened against the unicorn's pecs as the tip wiggled around neck to the pastel blue pony's face. Lower, Level's powerful horsecock ground against and between the oversized orcas fat balls.

"Oh, dude... you feel fucking ripped, bro," Level said, tipping his head back to avoid the thick white tip of the orca's shaft.

"You too... fuck..."

"Alright, lads... one last thing before we get to the questions... it's time for... the Wheel of Fate!"

The beefy unicorn wriggled against the large orca's flexing cock as the curtains behind the stage parted, revealing a massive LED screen. A rotating circle appeared with a variety of options written on individual wedges.

The Wheel split in two, like a cell diverging, creating a second, alternate wheel. Whirl's picture floated into place above the first while Level's long muzzle appeared above the second.

"Are you ready to spin?" the host asked the two muscular college studs.

"Fuck yeah, brah!" the two said as one.

The spinners on the screen went round and round, faster and faster, until they were little more than a blurry circle, but after a few seconds, with the lights dimming and the anticipation mounting, the digital clicking and clacking slowed to a halt on both wheels at the same time.

"Six Six Sex for Whirl and Wellspring for Level!" the host announced, as musical cues blared and the lights flashed.

LEDs ran in a line down the steel cables to the contestant's wrists and ankles, injecting the first few doses all at once as a reward for choosing to spin the Wheel.

"Definitely fun options on the Wheel!" the host said, moving towards the side of the stage as the two buff, physically impressive males each stiffened up in the restraints. "But I think I forgot to warn them - it's a duo game, so they'll be getting both of them!"

The LED screen in the background shifted the two options together and put them in a circle. A toonishly red pentagram appeared before it all melted away into a screen-filling amount of white.

Whirl felt the effects almost immediately. His cock was already hard thanks to the otters and being so close to another big, buff male - the way his tip rubbed across the unicorn's beefy pec felt amazing. But the influx of the chemicals and nanobots amplified what he already felt several times over. A splatter of clear pre-cum pulsed from his fat white tip, soaking the unicorn's neck and chest with a few good ropes. Lower, Level returned the favor as his aching horsecock pumped a good amount of pre-cum across the orca's heavy black balls. Much of the rest of it ran down the sides of Whirl's thighs, making the smooth white skin glisten under the studio lights.

The orca's biceps bulged as he tugged at the metal restraints locking him into place. His hips quivered against the unicorn's chest and belly, frustrated by the lack of motion available to him. His aching length demanded friction. Level's muzzle hung open, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the orca's powerful musk, brain clouding over with pleasure already. He panted, tongue hanging out over his lips.

Both males went stiff at the same time as the carefully calculated serum went to work in earnest. From the tops of both of their heads, pinpricks of onyx jet formed, pressing painlessly through the skin. The outgrowths of their skulls grew in differently. For the large orca, his horns took on a curled over, ram-like shape. The unicorn's horns, on the other hand, looked much like the horn already protruding from his forehead, only set back behind his ears. The blue equine's lis pulled back as additional horns spiraled out, forming a crown-like row of horns across the back of his skull, each slightly smaller than his original.

In addition to the horns, the two males experienced other changes. Both of their throbbing malenesses pumped relentlessly, each beat bringing a fresh gush of a neverending supply of rich, musky pre-cum to the thick tips, creating a growing pool of seed on the stage around them. Rivulets ran down their sides and soaked down their bucking lengths as the metal harnesses kept them squeezed up tight against each other.

"While these two lucky contestants process their first doses, let's hear a word from our sponsors!"

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"And we're back!"

The QC logo faded from the screen, leaving only the twitching, groaning pair of males strung up against each other in the center of the stage. The massive influx of the first doses was now in full swing, amplifying the physical changes greatly since the break.

Eight miniature spiral black horns wrapped around the back of Level's head. His original horn shaded to a deep, crimson red, matching the new color of his blazing eyes. The unicorn's broad, flat teeth looked sharper and pointier now, especially when he opened his mouth to groan aloud. Behind the unicorn, the silky strands of his long, flicking tail pulled in taut, sealing in around a new, whiplike tail of the same purple color as before. It ended in a cute little rounded spade and tuft of silk.

Whirl, as well, looked much changed already. The ram-like horns spiraled around and around either side of his smooth skull, framing his broad, flat face. The onyx horns were heavy, but the rippling muscles under the orca's skin could easily handle the weight - especially as his chest expanded outwards.

At first, it looked like the orca's pecs were just growing bigger and stronger, but as the seconds ticked past, it was clear something else was going on. The orca's black chest stretched outwards, glossy and smooth, glinting in the lights, forming teardrop orbs as large as his head, each capped with a puffy white nipple set off in a sea of black skin. Almost as soon as they formed, rich, warm cream dribbled from the puffy teats, sending a variety of pleasurable sensations into the formerly uber-masculine orca. Thanks to the power of his broad torso, his pecs could support quite a lot of weight, and the nanobots took full advantage, growing his chest larger and swelling it further outwards.

Until its progress was stopped by a pair of bright pastel blue mammaries equal to the orca's in awesomeness. Level's swollen mammaries ached as the orca's heavy set rested on top of his own, full and heavy, sloshing and leaking just as much.

Both males experienced a rapid growth in their erections as well, taking them from incredibly hung to stupendously well endowed. The orca's meat lay across Level's new chest, with the tip hanging off his shoulder and leaking down over the unicorn's plump, fit rear end. Level's thickness drove straight up alongside his partner's and disappeared somewhere in the orca's fantastic cleavage.

"Alright, you too... it's time for your first question," the host said, speaking up over their low groans. "Remember, either of you can answer to advance you both! First question: which US state is the furthest north?"

Level was the first to answer. His fat pectoral muscles lifted his new breasts, causing them to ride up and down against the orca's shaft.

"A-Alaska!" he gasped.

Both males shuddered as the host called out, "Correct!" and they received their reward. The next dose flowed through them equally, enhancing the changes and increasing their arousal.

Level's breasts shook, sliding wetly up and down as she breathed harder and harder. Between her aching, powerful thighs, the unicorn felt a unique heat and groaned long and loud as the passionate need enveloped her new feminine sex. Whirl, in the same state, grunted and moaned, her voice still distinctly masculine even as her breasts swelled another cup size, threatening to completely envelope the shorter unicorn in front of her.

Whirl's horns slowed their growth as the transformation took on new dimensions. Thin red lines formed between the meeting of his black and white skin colors, outlining the various sections of his body with a glowing, demonic aura. Her teeth, like Level's, sharpened up, coming to fine, mouth-filling points behind his lips. The orca's magnificent shaft throbbed against the unicorn's chest and shoulder as the color of her pre-cum changed to a sizzling pink shade, matching the color of the unicorn's emissions. Both males produced cups of the stuff every few seconds, a constant and unrelenting tide of sticky, musky seed that washed across the glossy black stage beneath them and over the edges, into the hidden drains around the sides. The flow of milk from their rapidly swelling chests increased apace, keeping them fully occupied by their jiggling new assets.

In a way similar to the red lines drawing in across the orca's muscular figure, the unicorn's hide took on devilish tones as well. The bright blue pastel color of her hide remained around her face, but darkened to a crimson red near her ears, hands, and hooves. The unicorn's hooves changed the most, burning and casting off a light as seed and cum sizzled around the red-hot keratin.

"Question two," the host said, trying to be heard over their groans and moans.

"Bro... fuckin' hot..."

"Yeah, bro! Can't wait to get out of these... and... nnnngghhh!"

"Question two! Hey, question two, guys!" the fox said, trying to get their attention. "Name a state that contains part of Yellowstone National Park."

Whirl's formerly bright blue eyes now burned with a dark red glow as she turned his head, sharp teeth on full display as she stared with hunger at the host.

"W-Wyoming, right? M-Most of it?" she gasped, wide tongue snaking out to lick across his lips.

"That... that's correct!" the fox said, shaking himself as he tore his gaze away from the orca's onyx horns and coal ember eyes.

As the lights flashed and the music played, the next dose hit the two college studs, increasing the pronounced effects of the transformations. Whirl's huge length straightened upwards as her arousal hit new peaks. The bulging urethra visibly shifted outwards and pulled in as each blast of pre-cum sailed out of the tip, only to rain down around the two. Level's horsecock darkened at the tip to a fiery hot red shade as it pressed forward, lined up along the big orca's shaft, frotting as best she could in the restraints.

After allowing the two a few minutes to groan and writhe in the restraints as their chests swelled and their muscles bulged obscenely through their hide and skin, the wall along the back of the stage lit up in a bright red color. A klaxon alarm sounded throughout the theater as the lights flashed.

"It's a challenge!" the host announced, as the word "Challenge" appeared on the screen behind the two spurting herms. "And your first challenge is..."

The fox paused, drawing out the moment as he waited to reveal the surprise.

"Electristim!"

The word flashed in black on white across the LED screen. At the same time, a handful of short otters scampered out of the wings, followed by one picking up various bits and wires along the way. Within a minute, like a pit crew working on an F1 car, the otters had the unicorn and orca wired up. Thick rings ran around the bases of their overstimulated shafts made of a special metal alloy. Similar bands curled around their heavy balls, acting as cockrings. The otters also managed to stuff an electricity-conducting plug into the rumps of both males, making sure the plugs were large enough to not go anywhere. It took three otters shoving with all their might to get the powerful cheeks of the orca to open it up, but they managed. And once the unicorn and orca were set up, the real fun began.

The zaps were low intensity, focused on their pussies and balls and cocks, sending jolts through them at irregular intervals. Just when they thought they could relax, another blast of power would send powerful sensations up their oversized cocks. Since they were pushed so close to each other, they both felt it whenever the other was zapped.

As a side effect of their Wheel of Fate change, the zaps encouraged even more ropes and splatters of thick pre-cum to gush from their thick shafts, drenching each other in their monstrously copious flows of musky batter. Their heavy balls descended, with Level's formerly blue sac changing to a dull red glow as the heat of her seed continued to sizzle off her warm skin.

"Question three," the host said, getting a little nervous as the two former males bulged up and out, muscle on muscle growing in and stretching out their bodies, already a complicated mix of feminine curves and male power. "Name one state that shares a border with the District of Columbia."

Two different answers at the same time - "M-Marylaaaand" from the orca and "Viiiiii-aaaa-rginia!" from the unicorn - earned the growing duo another dose.

Whirl's red lines brightened, more clearly and cleanly dividing the black and white portions of her glossy, slick skin. Her red eyes burned with lust as he snapped his teeth, delighting in the sensation of growing so big, so powerful, and so horny. She was up to gallons of cum pumping from her heavy, roiling sac now every few minutes, splattering on the floor like someone left the faucet on. Her full breasts, easily three times larger than her own head, hung proudly off her uber-powerful chest. The puffy white nipples pressed outwards as milk dribbled out in warm pulses, though it was clear the flow would grow faster and wider if there was any pressure applied at all.

Level's blue and red body hardened up, especially her core, which was already in amazing condition before. The deep-cut six pack blossomed into a ten, then a twelve pack of rigid blocks of muscle. Unfortunately, the equine's enormous tits blocked the view as they squeezed up underneath the orca's floating pair. The smell of musk mixed with just a hint of sulfur filled the air around the stage as the two overproductive contestants shuddered and groaned against each other.

Once more the klaxon alarm sounded. As the electric cockrings, ballrings, and butt plugs zapped the two helpless, over-muscled herms, yet another challenge appeared on the screen.

"It's the second challenge!" the host announced. "Can they make it through?"

The demonic unicorn tipped her head back, shaking the crown of pointy onyx spirals surrounding the back of her head. She grunted with lust, cock swelling inches in length and girth, as a surge of growth enlarged her entire body, adding almost half a foot to her height. The unicorn's fat nipples glowed the same unearthly red fire as her aching, sloshing balls. It was hard to tell which of the two was producing more fluids: the orca, with a naturally large body, had the obvious advantage, but Level's nipples and thick stallion-shaft did their best to be competitive.

"The challenge is... Nutbreaker!"

As the giant screen flashed the result, two teams of otters once more ran out onto the wet, milk-and-cum-filled stage, some slipping and sliding across the glossy surface. The ravenous look of hunger in the eyes of the demonic unicorn and orca didn't deter them from their work as they snapped a series of oversized clothespins, each close to a foot in length, all around each of the bucking herm's giant sacs. The clothespins featured an electrode designed to double up with the electricity already causing their lengths and rumps to spasm, directing the flow of pleasure deep into the roots of their oversized stalks.

Despite their size, the ball clamps were less about pain and more about pleasure, keeping the flesh pinched tight and feeling ever more swollen. Combined with the electric stimulation, it was clear that both orca and unicorn were struggling to maintain and not blow their loads. Sweat poured down the sides of the orca's head, rolling around her massive ram-horns. She panted and groaned, mouth hanging open as splatters of cum shot almost ten feet straight up into the air with every pulse of electricity. Her rump clenched around the plug as her aching pussy demanded similar attentions. A profusion of fluids rolled from the orca's growing body as she stretched upwards, reaching over nine feet in height according to the cameras monitoring their progress.

Level's chest ached as it squeezed forward, rubbing up and down against the orca's hard belly. She could feel her fat nipples grind up and over each individual ridge, sending additional bursts of pleasure that made breathing difficult. The unicorn's demonic body glowed brighter as the inevitable orgasm approached, driven by the new, powerful addition of the oversized clamps dragging her weighty balls lower.

"I think we're ready to go for the next question," the host said, trying not to stare back into the unicorn's eyes as the huge, dominant smile bored into his very soul. "Um... ahhh... that is... I think..."

"S... sorry, bro!"

Level's head tipped back as the jolts of electricity in combination with the deep grind of the ball clamps pushed her over the edge. Columns of musky, hot white demon-seed sprayed into the air, gushing almost 20 feet before raining down across the entire stage and a good portion of the audience in the front few rows. Unable to stop, the unicorn's body glowed brighter and brighter as her orgasm took her to a level of pleasure she didn't know existed. Tens of gallons of cum erupted from her aching tip as her flexing, whipping tail curled around the metal bars, hands clenching and unclenching rapidly until the restraints - including the cock and ballrings - snapped off and fell away, clanking into the mess on the floor.

The unicorn's hooves moved fast. As the fox turned to the audience, explaining that since Level went out first, Whirl would receive a blast of three consecutive doses as a consolation prize, the stallion-stalk pressed along the small male's spine. The host froze, eyes wide, as the expensive tailored suit wrapped around his slender chest and full potbelly went up in flames, leaving him nude but for his fur.

Back in the restraints, the triple dose slammed into the orca like a wall. Huge breasts expanded outwards in all direction as she pressed north of ten feet tall within moments. Ponderous black balls reached past her knees, more than a match for the foot-thick width of orca-meat spearing out into the air. A powerful orgasm ripped through her, freeing her from the restraints. The effect on the audience as the orca turned was like having someone throw several five gallon buckets of warm cream across them. She lumbered across the stage, cock spearing up between her gargantuan, dribbling teats, heading straight for the devilish unicorn and the naked fox.

"Bro... wanna double team?" Level asked, grabbing the fox's wrists.

"Bro, yes! We gonna slam!"

The jock-ish behavior hadn't left the two - if anything, their muscular, powerful new bodies amplified their already overwhelming desires. The unicorn's thickness dragged down the fox's backside, singing his fur, before sliding under the desperately wagging tail. In front, the orca's titanic shaft loomed in front of the fox's face, wider than his head and longer than his whole body.

"Let's meet in the middle!"

Level's stallionhood slammed forward, filling the host with a burning hot heat.

"Race you there!"

"Wait, wait!" the fox gasped, already wriggling helpless on the massive unicorn shaft lifting his entire body off the stage floor. "Thanks to our competitors... and we'll be right barrgghhh!"

Teams of otters poured out of the wings as the cameras zoomed in on the fox's throat distending around an impossibly large maleness. Hulking muscle and a copious amount of cum bloated the little red male's body as the two herms ruthlessly double-teamed him, filling and stretching him - and they weren't even halfway in, either of them. The otters tried to disentangle the fox as the QC logo appeared on the screen, signalling another commercial break before the screen faded to black...

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Questionable Content S03E01d featuring Jordan Caracara

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"Huff... huff... welcome... nffff... back," the host of the show said. He leaned against the wall at the far side of the stage, clearly struggling with the large stomach hanging off of his front. "I'd just like... to thank... the costume department... for all their... hard... huff... work."

The rotund red-furred vulpine staggered to the center of the stage. A large black suit coat hung from his shoulders, but there was no way to button it around the round ball of his low-hanging belly. He burped once or twice, occasionally needing to wipe a bit of orca or unicorn seed from his lips.

"We're here with... our... uhhhffff... final contestant," he gasped, managing to stand up straight at the front of the stage. The buttons on his large white shirt strained outwards, with plenty of white belly fuzz splaying through the gaps. "Please come to the stage... hup... Jordan Caracara!"

The spotlights managed to get the grey object that shot straight up out of a seat along the far back wall, then zoomed forward at a ninety-degree angle to the stage, wings furiously flapping to the point of blurring even on the HD cameras trying to track it.

The object zoomed down low, dipping at the last moment, and skidded to a halt, careening off the host's bloated, sloshing stomach and bouncing back onto the stage floor. Finally at a stop, the cameras zoomed in on the new contestant: a gray-furred griffin, claws scrabbling for purchase on the hard, glossy stage. Large paws on the ends legs eventually managed to get him upright as the host wobbled back and forth. Several stagehands leaned into the stage, ready to move if he tipped too far...

But as the griffin got to his feet, the fox's belly settled down into place and the show continued with only a few titters from the audience.

"Uh, now then, Jordan," the host said, trying to compose himself. "Where are you from?"

The griffin was all lion from his feet to his elbows, where his birdlike arms ended in a short, clipped set of talons. A small, bright blue beak stuck out from underneath a pair of wide eyes partially concealed by a mop of white hair with a dark green fringe; the tuft of his lion-like tail featured a similar coloring pattern. He was slender, with a tight t-shirt wrapped around his smooth chest and belly. A simple pair of black shorts hung over surprisingly large thighs. The shirt was hemmed in the back to allow full use of his large, gray-feathered wings, which had ensured his quick entrance onto the stage a moment before.

Jordan leaned into the mic, clearly unused to speaking into one. He got too close and loud for the first attempt, but pulled back for a second after clearing his throat. "From sunny Santa Monica, California. Great to be here though." He smiled, his gaze wandering from camera to camera in turn.

"Welcome to the show, Jordan!" the fox said, trying to get out a sentence without having to pause for breath. They'd only managed to pump out half during the break... "While we get you set up in the harness, let's take a quick commercial break!"

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"And we're back!"

The host looked as though he'd lost several dozen pounds and was now wearing a much slimmer suit coat that managed to button around the front of his stomach. In the center of the stage, the slender griffin kept his gaze averted from the cameras. Now that he was nude, he was finding it a little embarrassing to be on full display like this: arms spread, legs held together, no room to move his hips... but there was no denying his eagerness, either, as a proud maleness peeked out of its dark gray sheath at the top of his wide thighs. The pointed pink tip wiggled back and forth as he tested the range of motion the restraints surrounding him left him. The metal frame lit up with various lights and gauges as, behind him, the large red curtain pulled away to the sides.

"It's time to choose, Jordan!" the fox said, waddling a few steps closer. "Will you spin the Wheel of Fate?"

Jordan's head blurred as he nodded. "Yes! Of course, that's half the fun of this show. Don't want to be the first one to skip it this season."

The otter camera crew never missed a chance for lewds, and quickly cut to a shot of the griffin's pert little rump bouncing up and down beneath a swaying lion-tail, then the producer decided to play it back in slow motion on the huge LED screen, giving the audience a view of the tight gray-furred butt. The flexible griffin just managed to crane his head around and saw what was on the screen, which made him blush all the harder.

Fortunately, the Wheel of Fate slid onto screen, though as it appeared it did mimic the bouncing of the griffin's tush. A list of options appeared down the side, echoing the potential picks on the wedge-shaped pieces of the wheel.

The Wheel of Fate

Beach Bod
Cat o' Nine Tails
Cyborg Cyber
Max Stamena
Hair of the Dog
Marshmallow Hello
Toon Up, Toon Out
Knot a Problem
Otterification
Cocktapus

Around and around the Wheel spun as the lights flashed and a musical cue amped up in volume, getting louder and louder, until drums banged and trumpets blared as the screen zoomed in on the top of the Wheel, until only one wedge was visible...

"Cyborg Cyber!" the host announced, as the screen buzzed and glitched, mimicking an electronic display before fading to black.

The special effects were lost on Jordan. The slim griffin already reached the conclusion that the effect of the transformational chemicals were going to be stronger than he thought. The lion hips flexed and shivered in the belt loop as several simultaneous doses kick-started the process, first with a blast of heat to every pleasure center on the male's body. The pink shaft flexed outwards, rising up to full stiffness in a matter of moments, including the surprising fist-sized knot at the base that pushed his size a few inches extra.

The tuft of pale purple fuzz running across the griffin's chest, from pec to pect, stretched outwards as a pair of healthy breasts developed, lifting the firm little gray nipples high into the air. From a smooth A-cup to a D in minutes, the slim hybrid grew fast as the nanobots discovered a pliable, eager body to work with. The camera's zoomed in on the griffin's thighs, capturing the large gray coinpurse as it dropped lower down the flexing hamstrings.

Something else changed around the griffin's elbows. Sculpted, glossy gray armor plates formed over his arms, melding into his skin and bone structure below the elbow. They overlapped every inch or so and retained the previous shape of his arm perfectly. As if to show off, a metal panel on the griffin's right arm slid open, revealing a mad concoction of organic and technological parts running together down the bird-like arm. Tendons augmented by intricate nano-pulleys, enhanced circulation, and plenty of other upgrades replaced the original bone and sinew from the griffin's elbow to his fingers, with even his claws being replaced by versatile talons that could, he realized, be made to feel soft or hard at will. They could even be sticky or used as a screwdriver. All this he learned from the augmented reality overlay now projecting into his right eye, completely repurposed from the original organic by the nanobots, but seemingly the same, save for a slight telescoping effect of the pupil as it struggled to keep up with his real left eye.

The informational overlay plugged information directly into the griffin's frontal cortex, so the tutorials explaining his talons unpacked into his mind with only a little effort required. The assisted processing power could call up information, automatically detect danger, and anticipate basic needs ahead of time - like having a whole secondary brain. At the moment, however, the nanobots had hijacked the processing power to direct full power to the massive array of pleasure circuitry being built into the slim griffin's body - though from outside the skin, besides the metal arms, there was little indication of a difference.

"Time for your second question, Jordan!" the host said. The griffin was a little bitty thing... probably could get away, he thought. Leave it to the otters, those randy little buggers. Just once...

The griffin shuddered as his pink stalk flexed outwards, releasing a stream of thick pre-cum. It glistened on the stage floor, having a curious oily sheen to it.

"Alright, Jordan... The color television was invented in which century?"

He took a moment to pull away from looking over his new body, flexing his fingers one by one. He chuckled at the question, before locking his eyes onto the fox. "Easy. Twentieth century."

"That is correct!"

The lights surrounding the metal rectangle holding the various restraints around the griffin's body lit up as another dose was delivered into his changing body. Perhaps the biggest change was also the subtlest, when she realized the warm heat between her thighs ached with a unique need. The gray rump flexed, wiggling up and down as it swelled all around, tightening up as it accentuated the slim griffin's hips. A smooth, washboard-like set of abs developed on the gray belly fur as the thick pink maleness waved back and forth in front of it, already several inches longer than before they'd started. Jordan's beak opened, gasping, as her heavy chest swung forward, pulling her against the restraints and making her thickness drop low, swinging down to bounce off her full sac.

The host was about to ask the third question when a klaxon alarm rang out. The LED screen lit up red with the word "Challenge" spelled across in white block letters.

"It's a challenge!" the fox said, surprised to see so many challenges so early. "Alright, Jordan... your challenge is... Ring-a-Ding-Ding!"

The words the fox just spoke appeared on the LED screen as cameras followed several otter stagehands from the wings, with one otter in the pack wearing a POV camera that showed a few moments later on the big screen. It showed a bobbing of furry brown heads and round ears in front of him, with a view of the griffin in the restraints from the side. They drew closer and closer as they scurried as a pack across the stage, lugging several pieces of equipment along with them.

The POV moved between different views: a faceful of the griffin's growing, generous cleavage; a close-up of the throbbing pink knot at the base of the hybrid's growing length; and lower, the griffin's plump, dark gray testicles, now filling out so wide they almost obscure her knees. It remained there, showing a close-up of the top half of those meaty orbs, as five or six quick little otter paws fastened a large metal cockring around the base of the griffin's length. It snapped closed and locked, programmed to act with the nanobots to withhold her orgasm until she could stand no more.

All of the otters but two retreated. The two that stayed, each around four and a half feet tall, hefted a large plastic tube with rectangular handles on either side and positioned it into place at the tip of the griffin's flexing length. With the cockring propping up the engorged knot, the hybrid was surely more aroused than she'd ever been before. Pre-cum squirted from the tip, mixing into her gray fur on the way down her thighs, where it ran into a river of damp from her aching feminine sex.

The otters reared back, then pulled the tube down across Jordan's flexing cock. The tight beads of gel inside the tube were designed to massage the shaft completely and it did its job well - but so did the thick metal ring fastened around the base.

"If this doesn't make her blow, I don't know what will, ladies and gents!" the host said, watching as the griffin's beak stretched open, head back, chest heaving while the otters repeated the slide, up and down nice and slow, teasing and sensuous, but not enough to actually set the griffin off. The fox had to almost admire the otters - they had this stuff down to a science.

But Jordan hung on, and after a few more slow slides from the tube, the otters departed - though they left the ring fastened tight beneath her swollen knot, causing her to moan more than a few times.

"Question three... are you ready, Jordan?" the fox asked, watching as tiny little sensors twitched inside the griffin's left ear, having apparently replaced the fur with higher-tech electronics. "What kind of telephone has a rotary dial with the numbers arranged in a circle?"

As confident as the griffin was on the first question, by the third she was showing signs of fatigue. Her growing chest heaved as it surpassed the DD-cup territory, moving into the region of the charts that nobody quite agrees on. Encircling each fat dark gray nipple, a bead of steel-armored electronics formed. Extending across the massive twin orbs, four equidistant rails formed, growing up the griffin's chest, following her neckline before ending at the back of her head, plugging into her ear. The two rails stretched lower, rolling along the underswells before following the sweep of her hips and running into the base of her thick, swollen shaft.

The griffon panted, cock bobbing as she listened in. It was as if her climax had dashed against an internal wall. "That's gotta be a trick question," she muttered. It took another few pants before she said, "That's just a rotary phone, isn't it? Like I think my boss has one on his desk."

"That is correct!"

The lights flashed and reflected off the griffin's armor-plated arms while another dose of chemicals and nanobots further accelerated her changes. The feline lower half bulged outwards as lean, powerful muscles grew in. Along her metal arms, the surface changed, pushing outwards as though to simulate a change in the size of her forearms. Around her ankles, fur stripped away, revealing a sharp-angled pair of new robotic legs from the knee down. The flexible and multi-purposed legs could power large jumps, help her lift heavy objects, or run incredibly fast. As her straining shaft flexed, spitting up weak spurts of pre-cum through the tight cockring, she knew she'd be able to use them for one overridingly important purpose. But not just yet.

The big LED screen across the back of the stage displayed a before-and-after comparison of Jordan's progress. The new metallic attributes meshed well with her fur color and wings. Perhaps most impressive was the growth of her chest, now proudly jutting forward, nipples massaged and tingled by the variety of electronics the nanobots discovered they could fit within the overgrown mammaries.

"Time for the next question," the host said, one paw slowly rubbing along his full stomach. Though nowhere near as bloated earlier, he could still use one or two more commercial breaks to empty out. "Name one of the states that makes up the Four Corners."

A sudden buzzing noise distracted Jordan from replying right away. A funny look crossed the griffin's face, screwing her beak to the side as the loud buzz echoed in the otherwise silent theater.

Looking down as best as she could, the griffin realized what was making the noise: her techno-amplified maleness, now set to vibrate mode. The intense pleasure shook the griffin to her core as the buzzing intensified, driven by the dual processing brains powering all that new circuitry designed to make her feel the intensity of every moment.

It took a few moments, but as the pleasure levels evened out, Jordan managed to clear her head enough to provide an answer. She let out a long moan as the warmth filled her chest. "Gods, that feels nice, but yeah, I went there as a kid. The States are Utah, Colorado, Arizona, and New Mexico." She sat there with a smug smirk and a rumbling purr rolling through the ponderous chest draping from her narrow shoulders.

"That is correct!"

The next dose appeared to focus on the griffin's hips. The pert, plump rear end filled out considerably, amplifying the waspiness of the griffin's waist and voluptuous chest. It lifted up, along with her lion tail, fat and inviting as it sat above a pair of powerful legs.

The griffin's growing body was now slightly taller, but unlike the other contestants, the changes were seemingly more tailored to amplify various attributes, especially as the cyborg parts both internal and external came online. The pointed, glossy gray metal feet shifted, heels lifting into the air as a severe set of built-in high heel spikes descended, amplifying the musculature of the suddenly taller griffin's calves. Jordan groaned as she quivered in the restraints. The cockring around the base of her shaft, beneath the fat, angry red knot, was keeping her just on the edge. She could go over so easily if she chose and finally get that release she so wanted...

But Jordan was strong. She was going to hold out, no matter what.

Unfortunately for the griffin, things were about to get harder.

The red klaxon sounded and the familiar "CHALLENGE" appeared on the giant LED screen. The augmented reality overlay identified the host, outlining his body in the griffin's view as the data fed straight into her vision centers, processing and calculating the quickest and fastest route into the fox's pants once the restraints were off. A surprising amount of processing power went into the calculations.

"Your second challenge is... Combo Deal!"

The well-oiled machine formed by the otter stagehands went to work on the very well oiled machine strapped into the rectangular metal harness and restraints in the center of the stage. As before, a POV camera showed an otter's point of view on the big screen as they approached the groaning, wriggling griffin. Her heavy breasts stretched out, huge and round, pulled upright by a set of heavily muscular pecs - hidden by the soft breasts atop them. In the back, however, things were little less delicate. The griffin's backside rippled around the bases of her wings as the fur slid away, revealing more of the smooth, glossy gray plate armor, overlapped and ribbed like her arms and legs. Metal workings and electronic circuits wrapped around the muscles, forming bulges and ripples under the skin and feathers as the nanobots ensured she'd be flying even faster and farther than before with her amplified wingpower. The otters working around her ignored all the razzle dazzle as they focused on two simpler mechanical tasks: bolting heavy duty hydraulic presses to the floor beneath the griffin's hips and lining up the broad lengths of silicon attached to the ends. There were two, to occupy the griffin's rump and pussy, and as the machine quickly demonstrated, it could inflate the ribbed silicon lengths to make them even larger.

The machine started out slow, but quickly increased in pace, plunging the sextoys deep into the gasping, wriggling griffin's body one after the other, alternating rudely. Scurrying away, their job done, the otters retreated as the bound-up griffin clenched her beak closed and grunted, pushing past the pleasure, the distractions, focusing only one one thing: the fox.

Leaning forward in the restraints, the electromechanical hybrid moaned as her swollen chest wobbled side to side, jiggling with every motion, while her massive pink stalk stretched past the nipples, matched by an ever-growing knot and balls. The cockring's lights flickered as the thickness strained against it, but fortunately the clever toy was designed to grow to accommodate a contestant.

"Your fifth question, Jordan," the host said, wary of the intense way the griffin stared at him as the rhythmic pounding of the hydraulic presses jammed those large toys deep into her body, encouraging more and more pre-cum to squeeze through her aching length. "In what state is Mount Rushmore located?"

The griffin's metal support structure snapped into effect that moment, lifting her oversized, somewhat sagging breasts high up into the air again as the metal beads running away from her nipples flashed with rainbow lights. A viscous cream dribbled from the puffy, broad nipples, somewhere between engine grease and milk.

Jordan's eyes kept a laser focus on the host, completely at odds with her otherwise ecstatic face. Her toes and fingers curled and uncurled, muscles flexing against the restraints, causing the metal armor plates to shift around her body. For a brief moment she seemed completely lucid as she spoke: "South Dakota, lovely."

"That is correct!" the host said, though his gaze was more than a little worried about the cyborg femme fatale developing in the restraints less than twenty feet away. Especially with the way she grinned at him before closing her eyes and going back to enjoying the pleasure of the twin dildos rocking her backside.

The griffin was close to 50 percent robot at this point. Most of the electronics were stored in her massive, gravity-defying, malleable breasts, beneath a layer of plush, lengthy light purple fur. They pushed twice as far from her chest as her chest minus the orbs was wide, making her top-heavy were it not for her armor-plated spine. The high heel spikes clicked against the floor as she groaned, moaning, wings spreading and flapping a few times before settling back into place. The pumping, rhythmic motion of the hydraulics driving the silicon toys deep inside her body made her jiggle involuntarily against the restraints, causing the massive knotted pink stalk jutting from her hips to send sprays of pre-cum squeaking through the cockring. The pressure forced the seed out at high speed, sending it unexpectedly far into the audience and surprising more than a few people with a faceful of perfectly edible, if slightly oily, pre-cum.

The griffin's body continued to develop, getting taller and more muscular by the moment with the fresh new dose of chemicals and nanobots triggering additional changes and features. Exploring all the fun new toys would have to wait until later, however, as Jordan's brain focused on just one thing: the host. The plump, full, oft-used fox who, the griffin promised herself, would be all hers soon. Very soon. She kept focusing on him, much to his discomfort, promising herself that unleashing on the hot little fox would more than make up for the anguish of having to bite her lips and clench her thighs to avoid cumming like a firework. And how long was the fox waiting between questions? Did he want her to fail before she got too far in?

Just as the griffin's impatience rose, the fox pulled the next question - there was no challenge on the last question. All the better for the dominatrix-built hybrid, whose fantastic rack and plump, pouting lips disguised a whole host of technological terror ready to unleash on the unsuspecting - well, by this point in his career, he suspected - fox.

"Question six, Jordan," the host said. "Name one of the original 13 colonies of what was to become the United States."

Jordan's gaze was a potent reminder of the fact she was a combination of two apex predators. "Easy, New York." She rolled her hips and chirped, a comically tiny sound given her body. "I can name more if needed."

The griffin put on a brave front as the host announced her answer correct, acting tough, but on the inside, she was barely holding on. Her cock ached, her balls felt like they would explode, and the explosive pressure in her rump and pussy kept making it hard to talk. She was lucky to get the last sentence out as all as her insides flexed, crunching and crushing the silicon shafts inside her. The hydraulic press had to work overtime to pull them free as the busty lion-eagle sighed with pleasure, talons flexing in rhythm with the pumps.

The dose of chemicals and nanobots struck the griffin hard, pumping her overall size up a few notches, adding to her now imposing height. Intimidating, powerful muscles rippled beneath both dark gray fur and glossy, high-sheen metal armor. The high heel spikes lifted her heels almost five inches off the floor, stilettos easily supporting her oversized body, while the massive pink length flopping up and down turned a darker shade yet of pink as the massive knot bulged obscenely, now as big as the griffin's own head. Her full sac hung low, past her knees, easily three times the size of her knot and packed with the capacity for massive overproduction thanks to the electronics and metal supports built into her body by the nanobots.

The klaxon alarm sounded, making the griffin's head snap up. The word "CHALLENGE" appeared on the huge LED screen as the host announced the next obstacle to the griffin's continuing success.

"It's another challenge!" the fox said. "For the first time on Questionable Content, a competitor will face... a Fluffer!"

The LED screen blacked out, then silhouetted the outline of a tall, curvy figure in a bright white light. The silhouette grew larger and larger as a poppy theme song played, rocking the Fluffer in from the side of the stage. On screen, a name appeared in massive black and white letters: "JAYDA".

A tall and muscular white tigress sauntered in from the wings, waving and blowing kisses to the audience as the music swelled. She passed by the fox, brushing a paw along his shoulder, before approaching the squirming, gasping cyborg griffin strapped up in the restraints. The tigress's only clothes revealed much of her body: a too-small bikini that did little to hide the generous curves of her heavy chest and an equally ridiculous bikini bottom. A massive ebony horsecock stretched the bikini bottom out and down, curling over so that the tip pointed back at the fat white-furred balls on full display beneath the lewd member. Jayda flexed her arms, showing off the powerful muscles under her black and white fur. The tigress's tail, thicker than usual, twitched and snapped at the air behind her, floating above her round, perfectly exercised and toned rump.

"My, oh, my," the tigress purred, leaning in close to the squirming griffin. The feline - famous for her "80% tiger, 20% horse" slogan, tapped her hooves against the floor as she slid a paw delicately along the moaning lion-stalk, taking extra care to tease her way around the base of the fat knot.

The horse-hung tigress grinned as she leaned up, taking a sensual route to pushing the griffin over the edge. A rough, raspy tongue ran along the fat gray nipples and her sharp teeth nipped at the metal plating, sending an altogether unique sensation up the cyborg's spine. Jayda's fingers splayed across the huge length, stroking the knot with all the soft, velvet pads on the palms of her paws. Her fat horsecock throbbed, hardening as she inhaled the griffin's musk. Leaning forward, the tigress was not shy about getting close, rubbing her chest and bulge into the moaning, restrained contestant.

That's when the small earpiece in the tigress's ear beeped. Reaching up, she pressed a finger against it while the other paw pulled the griffin's massive tool between her full breasts. Her soft, fuzzy chin and cheek ran down the smooth, squirting length as she spoke.

"Hello? How'd you get this number?"

The fox tried to get her to hang up, but as the tigress listened, she ignored him and just grinned.

"Really? Even comes with bluetooth, huh?" she asked, idly teasing her fingers down the massive pole jutting from the oversized, overhung griffin's hips.

"Oh? Yeah, no, I get that. Sure," she continued, steadfastly ignoring the host. "Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah. Okay, sounds good."

The tigress tapped the bud in her ear, flashed a grin at the fox, and then reached down, unsnapping the cockring from around the griffin's cock. It pinged off, flying across the stage and skittering to a halt on the other side. The swollen meat surged upwards, growing at least a solid foot longer and half that thick now that it was free of the restraining collar. Almost immediately, enormous gushes of solid white cum pumped from the flexing dip, drenching the gasping, grinning white tigress beneath.

"Well, that was a great round!" the fox said, turning towards the audience. "We had some wonderful competitors tonight. Thanks to everyone for coming out to the show, and for all the viewers at home!"

Behind the fox, as he spoke, the clamps and restraints automatically disengaged. Jordan took only a moment to pull her hips off the now still hydraulic pumps that battered her pussy and ass so well over the past few minutes. With that, she was off like a shot towards the host.

"Tune in next time, when weeeeaaah!"

The gray blur flew like a jet through the air, wings pumping furiously as she clutched the host to her heavy breast. She made a tight circle and dumped the host in front of the tigress, who grinned at the cyborg griffin and shook her hips, making the fat length of horsecock fall free from the bikini bottom and lurch up and out.

"You're right," Jayda said, her voice a purr as she wrapped both paws around the fox's head. "This will be more fun!"

Jordan's heavily augmented body gripped the fox's hips, dragging him up into the air. Her claws slashed down, but the electronics inside controlled the tips, preventing them from doing anything but cutting away the dress pants. The fox's belly slumped down between the two large mammals, still full from the previous contestants.

The griffin's hips thrust forward, perfectly balanced on her incredible high heels. Her chest rubbed along the fox's backside, heavy and warm as they slide back and forth. The tigress on the other end pumped forward as well, sliding her warm, thick horsemeat deep into the host's muzzle. There was a beat where the fox appeared to go still, but then his stomach bulged out and down, flooding with massive blasts of potent cyborg-seed.

"Mmmfffff mffm mrrrmfff mrffffuhghggmmffff!"

"What's he saying?" Jayda asked, grunting as she felt the host wriggling around her flexing stalk.

"Processing," Jordan said, her voice having taken on a slightly glitchy scratch to it. Her hips slammed forward, pounding in until the huge knot battered beneath the fox's tail. "Conclusion: 'Come back next episode for more Questionable Content.'"

"Well, I'll definitely be cumming on someone's back," the tigress said.

"FMmfffm fmfffmm!"

"Translation: no ad-libbing."

The cameras captured the last few moments as the fox's belly stretched to the floor, sloshing wildly like a waterbed, before the credits played over the scene of the augmented cyborg and the stacked tigress pounding the daylights out of the host, turning a loss into a pleasurable win.

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