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A Matter of Inches

A NEW Transformation-Based Game Show!

A Matter of Inches is a game show where contestants must answer questions while strapped into the Square, a rectangular metal frame that keeps their wrists and ankles immobilized. Contestants are sucked, fucked, and milked to get them to cum as soon as possible. The longer they last, the more TF chemicals they get.

Characters (C) their respective owners.

Round 1: Dai Nichi (feat. Jiji)

The studio lights turned on slowly. Music swelled into a jumpy, poppy theme song. The illuminated studio looked clean and modern. A large blue stage, circular at the front, faced bleacher-style audience seating. In the center of the stage, a rectangular steel frame was bolted to the floor. Padded leather straps hung from the top and bottom, ready to attach to a lucky contestant's arms and legs.

As the audience members cheered and applauded, a short, plump otter in a cherry red suit walked on stage. The suit jacket was open and, sans-tie, part of his creamy tan chest fur was visible through the unbuttoned top of his shirt.

The host motioned for the audience to quiet down and smiled hugely.

"Welcome to the first episode of A Matter of Inches!" he said. The crowd broke into enthusiastic applause. The otter waited till it was quiet, then spoke again. "On this show, contestants will compete against themselves to see how long they can last against our trained crew of Fluffers. The longer they last, the more they transform!"

The otter motioned above the stage, where a large LED roulette wheel blinked steadily.

"Contestants will also have the opportunity to spin the Wheel, on loan from our sister show, Questionable Content!"

The audience cheered wildly for the Wheel. The otter pulled a yellow envelope with the show's logo on it from his breast pocket and tapped it against his fingers.

"The very first contestant on our brand new show is... Dai Nichi!"

The host's round ears swiveled as he scanned the audience for the first contestant. Shi made hirself known very quickly.

A tiger stood up and made hir way down to the stage. A few inches short of six-feet, shi nonetheless looked quite large thanks to the H-cup breasts held firmly up by a tight cocktail dress. The purple satin shimmered around hir slim waist and rippled around hir thighs. Dai Nichi grinned at the host as shi walked on stage and stood next to him, a good foot taller than the short male.

"Welcome to the show, Dai Nichi!" the host said, holding a microphone towards the tiger's muzzle. "Where are you from?"

Dai Nichi swept a paw through hir shoulder length blue hair, revealing piercings in hir pointed feline ears as the shockingly blue hair was flipped backwards. "Come on now, doesn't everyone recognize me from my porn movies?"

The otter coughed and held a paw in front of his muzzle.

"Well, uh, that's great! Why don't we get you set up," he said, motioning towards the Square in the center of the stage.

The tiger sauntered off. Assisted by a few stagehands, shi stripped off hir dress. Hir four long tails swung behind hir as shi lifted hir arms, allowing hir wrists to get strapped in. Shi left hir platform heels on as hir ankles were strapped in next.

A stagehand fixed a wide leather belt around the tiger's hips. Buckles on the side were attached to the sides of the Square, preventing hir from sagging in the restraints. The feline's thick male sheath hung heavy between hir thighs, quite large and thick already. Hir ample breasts jiggled, nipple piercings glinting under the studio lights.

"Now, Dai... let's find out who you'll be competing against!" the otter said. He turned towards the right-hand side of the stage, where three curtains hung in front of a set of short stairs.

"Our Fluffers are trained in all manner of sexual arts. They're rough, ready, and more than willing to get you off."

Lights above the three curtains illuminated the names of the Fluffers. The first was "Candy," the next "Long John," and the third simply "Jiji."

Dai Nichi wriggled in hir restraints excitedly as the tension rose. The host glanced at Dai Nichi and raised an eyebrow.

"The choice is up to you, Dai. Who will you pick?"

The blind pick was important - besides the names, there was no clue as to who or what was behind the curtains.

"That name Jiji has me intrigued," Dai said. "I will go with them!"

The otter host smiled broadly. "Very well... let's bring out your competition... Jiji!"

The curtain over the stairs under the third name parted. A bright spotlight shone from behind the figure revealed, leaving hir only in silhouette. Shi was sitting sideways on a chair, legs out, head back. Two pairs of large breasts stuck out from hir chest, while masculine bulges pushed upwards from between hir legs.

The silhouette moved and stood. The black outline's breasts shifted back and forth as shi lifted hir arms to hir head, posing for the cameras as hir theme music played. Shi finally stepped forward, down the steps, and into the regular light.

The tall tiger grinned at the cameras. A tight uniform stretched around hir well-built body. A pair of white sports bras with the "A Matter of Inches" logo on the left breast hugged hir heavy tits, each set well into the DD-cup range. Around the tiger's hips, a pair of white lycra shorts hugged hir round rump and thick thighs. The fabric stretched around a pair of sheaths in the front, revealing every inch of the over-hung herm's body.

Shi strutted towards center stage and scowled at Dai Nichi.

"What's your strategy going to be for this one, Jiji?" the host asked.

"I'm gonna make hir cum so fast, shi won't know what hit hir!" the Fluffer said, pounding hir fist into hir palm.

Jiji stalked towards Dai, until the six-foot-six tiger was chest-to-chest with the shorter herm. Shi snorted and grinned as hir four breasts squeezed up against Dai's own individually larger pair. The cameras zoomed in close for the confrontation.

"You think you can last against me?" Jiji asked, a growl underscoring hir voice. "I'll make you purr like a kitten!"

"You know why I got H-cups? H stands for huge!" Dai shot back. The audience laughed appreciatively and the otter interrupted.

"Very well... one more thing before we get started," he said. "Dai, you've been hooked to an IV line running through the Square which will feed you transformational chemicals, enhancing all your assets and stimulating your pleasure centers."

Jiji reached out and tweaked one of Dai Nichi's nipples.

"The more questions you answer correctly before Jiji there does hir job, the more you transform. You also have the option of spinning the Wheel, which will add in a random, unique transformation aspect."

The audience cheered for the Wheel and Dai Nichi grinned.

"Will you accept your fate and spin the Wheel?" the otter asked. "As a reward, you'll be given three free doses of our patented transformational chemicals."

"I like to take chances," Dai said. "Among other things." Shi pursed hir lips and blew Jiji a kiss.

The audience cheered as the LCD screen above the stage filled with the options. A monitor near the front of the stage could be read from Dai Nichi's position.

The Wheel:

1. Big Balls

2. Mul-tit-plification

3. Tentacle Terrors

4. Milk Maid

5. Rubberize Me, Cap'n!

The otter moved to the left side of the stage, where a large red button sat on top of a pedestal. He grinned at Dai Nichi.

"Ready? Here we go!"

The otter pushed the button. Electronic beeps echoed through the studio along with shouts from the audience calling for the option they wanted to see.

"Big Balls!" the host announced.

Dai Nichi felt the cool fluid flow through the IV in hir wrist and shivered as a warmth spread immediately through hir body. Hir nipples perked as Jiji leaned in and raised hir paws, cupping Dai's heavy orbs.

"You and me are gonna have some fun now, kitty," the double-hung herm said with a purr.

Dai grinned back, panting already, and shook hir head. "Do your worst."

The cameras pulled back from the interchange, showing the otter host pull a stack of question cards from his pocket.

"Very well... Jiji, you may begin as soon as I read the first question. Dai Nichi, are you ready to resist the temptation?"

The tiger's H-cup breasts danced as shi panted, but shi managed to nod and still the flicking of hir four large tiger tails.

"Question 1: Mount Rushmore is located in which U.S. State?"

Dai Nichi opened hir muzzle to answer the simple question, but hir lips smacked shut as shi felt a pair of large paws grasp hir sheath and squeeze firmly. Jiji grinned as shi leaned forward, smooshing hir four heavy breasts into Dai's own huge pair. The Fluffer squeezed the heavy white sheath and flicked hir ears.

"You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?"

"South Dakota!" Dai gasped.

Jiji purred loudly as shi pulled Dai's sheath down, revealing a thick pink erection. The tiger's muzzle dropped to Dai's chest, snuffling and nuzzling around each thick, pierced nipple, as shi worked hir paws over the other tiger's growing erection.

"Correct!" the host said. "Good job, Dai - and good job Jiji!"

Both tiger's purred as the next dose of chemicals ran down the IV line into Dai's arm. Jiji's rough tongue splayed around one of Dai's nipples, rubbing it teasingly as hir paws ran up and down the growing shaft jutting from Dai's thick sheath. The bound tiger's claws flicked in and out as shi huffed rapidly. Jiji's stimulation added to the arousal caused by the four doses of chemicals shi'd received, which were pushing hir into overdrive very quickly.

"Question 2: Piccadilly Circus is located in which city?"

"What... the fuck... is Piccadilly?" Dai gasped, head falling forward before lifting. Jiji switched to the other nipple and clamped hir teeth around the piercing, then tugged on it. "Ooh... wait, I have friends in London... is it London?"

"Correct!"

The lights flashed as the next dose slid down the IV line. Dai curled hir fingers into hir palms and shuddered, hips jerking in the restraints as hir thick cock slid upwards, under the other tiger's sports bra.

Jiji grinned and leaned back a little, showing off for the cameras Dai's thickness. It disappeared into the cleavage of hir lower pair of breasts, squeezed warmly by the DD-cup tits. Jiji dropped lower, so that the length pushed under the upper sports bra as well. Hir lower breasts rested on top of Dai's heavy sac, which was swelling rapidly as the Wheel transformation kicked in. The contestant's muzzle dropped open as Jiji's fingers sunk into the heavy nuts, squeezing roughly.

"Question 3: In which state is the Golden Gate Bridge located?"

Dai giggled, then moaned as Jiji's tongue spread around the thick head of hir pink shaft as it pushed up between the tiger's upper set of breasts.

"I live just outside San Francisco, sugar... California, of course! The Go... Go... Golden State!"

"Correct!"

The host watched through the flashing lights as Jiji's muzzle opened, then wrapped around the head of Dai's thick erection. The otter fidgeted as he felt a bulge in his pants and turned from the cameras while they pointed away so he could readjust himself. When he looked back, Jiji's arms were wrapped around Dai's heavy nuts, squeezing them into hir belly as hir muzzle bobbed up and down, sucking and titfucking the bound-up tigress with gusto.

Dai moaned and shivered as thick streams of clear pre-cum pumped from the tip of hir cock into Jiji's mouth. The tiger tried to keep hirself under control, but Jiji's warm breasts formed such a tight, warm tunnel, and the way the tiger moved up and down, rubbing every inch of hir growing maleness...

The chemicals powered Dai Nichi's lustful state as hir nuts swelled quickly. Hir breasts and cock followed suit, though more slowly, adding inches to bust line and length over time. The tiger's four tails weaved in the air behind hir, above hir firm, round rump, as shi flexed against the restraints holding hir in place.

"Question 4: What is the state capitol of Washington?"

Dai's thick shaft flexed in Jiji's muzzle. The Fluffer had to pull off, coughing, as a thick burst of pre-cum flooded hir mouth. The tiger grinned up at the other feline and licked hir lips, hips lifting up and down to slide hir four heavy breasts over Dai's growing maleness.

"Sea... no, wait... Olympia!" Dai cried out, cock jerking as more thick ropes of pre-cum pulsed out the tip. The tiger moaned again, loudly, as Jiji stood up, pulling hir soaked-down breasts away from the throbbing tiger-stalk.

The audience oohed appreciatively at the size of Dai Nichi's shaft and nuts as Jiji stood. Though hefty to start with, Dai's balls were almost twice as large as they'd started and hung down over hir thighs, huge and round. Hir cock was thick, bigger around than hir arm, and arced slightly as it jutted into the air. The head nearly reached hir pierced nipples. Hir breasts hung lower as they increased in size, though somehow remaining firm despite their weight.

Jiji grinned as shi waited for the lights to stop flashing.

"Looks like this one may be a challenge, boss!" shi called to the otter. "Maybe I'll have to step things up a little."

The otter host grinned as he watched Jiji assume a pose in front of Dai. The Fluffer made sure Dai watched as shi peeled off both of hir sports bras, allowing hir heavy breasts to flop out, so large they squeezed together at all times. The lower pair hung down over hir belly, almost hiding hir bellybutton.

The Fluffer's crotch bulged with arousal. Shi swung hir hips as shi pulled the lycra shorts down slowly, letting first one, then the second thick, black-skinned shafts flop out. Dai's eyes widened as shi watched them swing over Jiji's legs. The tiger pulled the shorts down all the way and kicked them off, standing nude in front of Dai.

"Let's see how shi resists this!" Jiji said confidently, a paw stroking each of hir shafts, getting them firm and hard in a matter of moments.

"Question 5," the host said, as Jiji moved around behind Dai. "Name two of the four states that form the Four Corners, the only place in America where four state boundaries intersect."

Dai Nichi's eyes swung from one massively thick feline cock to the other as shi spoke, as though naming Jiji's cocks instead of listing states.

"Arizona... Colorado..."

"Correct!"

The next dose made Dai Nichi gasp with pleasure. Hir aching shaft bulged at the base as huge quantities of pre-cum ran up the urethra, flexing the skin outwards. Hir heavy nuts fell lower, over hir knees, as clear pre ran down the length and soaked into the white fur of hir sheath and balls. Hir breasts grew, thicker and rounder, moving into HH-cup territory. Shi gasped as hir sensitive nipples firmed up, remembering how Jiji's tongue had splayed over them earlier.

Jiji disappeared behind Dai Nichi, who watched on a monitor as the big tiger's thick twins slid over hir backside. Shi groaned as shi felt a paw slip between hir legs and tease hir dripping wet pussy.

By the time the host asked the next question, Jiji was teasing the heads of hir twins against Dai's pussy and rump, and using both hands to try to keep a handle on Dai's four large tails.

"Question 6: What is the smallest of the Great Lakes: Superior, Michigan, Huron, Erie, or Ontario?"

Dai tried to speak, but every time shi opened hir muzzle, Jiji pushed forward just a little bit. The contestant moaned as shi felt those thick heads stretching hir and curled hir toes.

"On-oooh! Ont-oooooh! Onta-ooooh my God! Ontario! Aaaahh!"

Jiji's paws went to Dai's hips and held tightly as shi pushed in firmly, sinking both fat shafts deep inside the feline. The cameras zoomed in, catching shots of Dai's screwed-up, wrinkled muzzle as hir lips pulled back in a soundless snarl, as well as Jiji's huge grin. One brave camera operator moved in close for a shot of the twins sliding deeply into Dai's rump and pussy as both tiger's moaned.

"Correct!"

Dai's head fell forward as shi hung in hir restraints. Hir four large tails wrapped around Jiji's breasts, one on each of the Fluffer's tits. Jiji growled hotly and pushed in deep. Every time shi thrust, Dai's own cock flexed and spurted. Hir huge balls hung well past hir knees by now and hir cock arched around the massive, swollen tits hanging off hir chest. They wriggled and jiggled for the cameras and the audience as the tiger behind hir pumped in hard and deep.

"You're gonna cum for me, kitty," Jiji whispered, teeth nibbling on the edges of Dai's ears. "Any moment now..."

Dai gasped and moaned. "N... no... must... not..."

The contestant huffed and growled, knees trembling as the Fluffer pounded both holes with inch after inch of thick tiger cock. The host gave them a few more moments before asking the next question, as Dai's chest visibly swelled yet another cup size.

"Question 7," the host said, stepping backwards as the pool of pre-cum soaking the stage floor spread larger, fueled by a never-ending stream from Dai's oversized, constantly leaking shaft. "Which U.S. State is the geographical center of the North American continent?"

Audience members in the front row pulled out a tarp and held it up as Dai's moans increased in volume. The chemicals altering hir figure, making hir larger in the hips, tighter in the waists, and much huger in the cock and breasts, was amping up hir arousal and pleasure. Shi bit hir lower lip, head tipping back as Jiji's arms wrapped around hir sides, unable to reach all the way around to the front of hir oversized breasts. Jiji dug hir fingers into Dai's pelt and humped forward heavily, hilting both thick cocks deep inside the groaning tiger.

Dai let out a huge grunt, panting so hard hir tongue hung out of hir muzzle.

"Nooo... Nooooooo... Nooooorth Dakota! Ahhhhh!"

Before the host could tell hir shi got it right, Dai's cock flexed. It dropped almost to the floor, and on it's way up, sprayed a massive rope of white jizz over twenty feet, splattering the tarp in the front row as well as several rows behind them. Dai clenched around Jiji's cocks, pussy reaching orgasm the same time as hir erection. As hir swollen nuts jerked and lurched, another huge blast of cum sprayed out of hir oversized cock, flexing the same as before. The spray didn't end until hir shaft was pointing straight up between hir huge breasts, and splashes of cum hit the Wheel's LED sign high above the stage.

Jiji let out a surprised grunt as shi felt Dai clench and squeezed the tiger's breasts harder as shi felt hir own orgasm approach. After a few more blasts from Dai's flexing cock, Jiji closed hir eyes and hunched forward, burying hir muzzle in Dai's long blue hair. Shi growled as shi came, flooding the tiger's pussy and rump with seed, spurring Dai on as hir own orgasm continued to wrack hir body.

The host danced backwards as white cum rolled towards him like a wave. Stage hands with mops moved in, trying to contain the mess, but Dai just kept cumming. Hir huge balls nearly sat on top of hir feet as hir breasts swelled so large they hid hir stomach. Hir shaft kept flexing, spurting, spraying, hitting audience members left and right. Jiji's paw pushed on the base, trying to guide it to spray harder into the audience, where people either scrambled out of the way of the thick ropes of tiger jizz or simply opened their muzzles to get a taste.

Finally Dai slumped backwards, hanging by hir wrists, spent. Hir huge cock curled downwards slightly as thick cum continued to drizzle out of the tip, the thick flow unabated. Jiji wriggled inside of Dai and purred loudly, then licked the tiger's cheek.

"Well, that was a spectacular start to the show!" the otter host said, standing on a small stool above several inches of thick, spunky, pungent tiger cum flooding the stage. "Let's give Dai a big hand!"

The audience applauded as Jiji leaned into Dai's backside.

"And let's not forget our Fluffer... Jiji!"

More applause, and Jiji managed to grin at the camera before flopping back against Dai's back.

"We'll be right back after these commercial messages with more of... A Matter of Inches!"

The camera focused on Dai and Jiji for a few moments as the Fluffer pulled free. Stagehands released Dai from hir shackles, and shi immediately turned and flopped over a surprised Jiji, who disappeared on the floor under a mass of cock and breasts as Dai purred happily.

* COMMERCIAL BREAK! *

Round 2: Dwulf (feat. Shadohime)

The otter host stood in the center of the stage, beaming at the camera. He pulled his jacket taut and nodded, then spoke.

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches! Let's give a big hand to our last contestant, Dai Nichi!"

The otter waited for the noise to die down, then continued. "We're going to get right into it with our next player... Dwulf!"

A tall, muscular dragon in the audience stood up. He wore only a pair of blue jeans, leaving his top bare. Thick brown scales ran down his arms and chest, with a few brief splashes of brown fur on his shoulders, neck, face, and the center of his chest. Brown hair formed a mane down the back of Dwulf's neck, which swayed as he ran down the steps, pierced wolf ears flexing.

He hopped up and stood next to the host, grinning hugely.

"Welcome to the show, Dwulf!" the otter said. "Where are you from?"

Dwulf's large dragon tail, covered with a light fuzz of brown fur down the top of the tail, swung behind him with excitement.

"The flat state of Nebraska," Dwulf said, grinning at the camera.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that! Anyways, let's get you ready to play... A Matter of Inches!"

Dwulf was led to the Square in the center of the stage. He pulled off his jeans, revealing a thick male sheath hanging off his crotch.

After Dwulf was strapped in, the dragon-wolf tested his bonds and flexed his muscular body a few times, showing off his deep-cut abs.

"Before we start, Dwulf, you have the option of spinning the Wheel. Will you accept your fate and spin?"

"Sorry to disappoint... I think I'm going to stick with the normal," Dwulf said.

The audience awwed, but then the host motioned towards the right side of the stage and the three curtains. Two of the names were different from the last time.

The first was the same - Candy - but the other two, Princess and Kai, were new.

"Who will you choose to compete against, Dwulf?" the host asked.

"Let's go with... Princess."

Princess's theme music swelled loudly as the lights dimmed. The curtain rose, but as before, a bright spotlight shone from behind the figure, silhouetting them in shadow. Whoever was up there posed in a unique way, forming a large question mark shape with their body. What looked like a snake tail wriggled slowly, but the upper half was covered in a thick pelt.

The naga slid down the stairs, body rippling over the steps. Hir long underside was covered in black scales, shiny and smooth in the light. Legless, the naga had a snake underbody, but on top, was a wolf. Shi smiled broadly as shi came into the light fully. The audience cheered as shi slid across the stage towards the host. Large fangs poked over hir lower lips and a thin, forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air.

The wolf-naga grinned at the host and trailed a claw over his shoulders as shi passed. Hir 24-foot body tapered down past hir hips. Heavy H-cup breasts hung off hir chest, wrapped up in a white sports bra similar to the one Jiji had worn earlier. Around hir hips, instead of shorts, shi had a tight band of lycra that wrapped over a thick tube of knotted wolf cock.

Princess smiled at Dwulf as shi approached and trailed a finger down his chest and belly. Shi leaned in and flicked hir tongue out, tasting Dwulf's fuzzy cheek, as hir eyes ran down his body appreciatively.

"Princess, you can begin as soon as I finish asking the first question," the host said.

"It will be a pleasure," Princess said, hir voice low and husky. "I don't think I'll have any trouble getting this cute dragon-wolf to pop. Will I, Dwulf?"

Shi leaned in and nuzzled at Dwulf's ears, teasing the insides with hir forked tongue. Dwulf gasped and twisted his muzzle, trying to turn his head, but Princess's lips stayed close as the dragon-wolf squirmed.

"Well... we'll see about that," Dwulf gasped. "I plan on lasting a long time!"

"Okay... here we go!" the otter said, pulling out his note cards. "Question 1: In the legend of St. George, what was the soldier fighting?"

Dwulf tried to talk, but Princess's upper torso dropped as the otter spoke. Shi opened hir muzzle around the furry tip of Dwulf's sheath and pushed hir long, thin tongue down inside. Dwulf gasped and bucked against the belt around his hips as shi pulled his flaccid shaft free and suckled the entire length in hir warm muzzle.

"Ooooh... a dragon!" Dwulf gasped, shuddering as he felt his cock harden despite himself.

"Correct!"

The first dose ran down the IV line into Dwulf's arm. The dragon-wolf shivered as the warmth of the chemicals spread through his chest and belly, while an entirely different warmth slurped up and down his thick shaft.

Dwulf moaned, gasping as he felt the naga's muzzle grip his cock, drawing the blood into the shaft as shi suckled on it firmly.

"Question 2: Which company makes M&M candies?"

Dwulf's muzzle dropped open as his eyes closed. He panted hard, but managed to say a single word: "Mars!"

"Correct!"

Dwulf's cock jerked inside Princess's muzzle as the naga's long lower body wrapped around and around the dragon-wolf's legs. The flexible naga pulled hir muzzle free and wrapped hir arms around Dwulf's shoulders, pulling hirself up onto the male. Hir long lower body squeezed Dwulf rhythmically, coiling and rippling over the male's furry legs. Hir hips and hir own thick maleness squeezed into his front as hir huge H-cup breasts slid against his half-scaled, half-furry chest. Shi licked under his chin, teasing him with hir tongue. Dwulf twisted away, moaning with pleasure as the naga squeezed close around him.

"Question 3: In the movie 'Underworld,' vampires fight what?"

"Your teasing will not get the best of me!" Dwulf said, panting as Princess tried to get hir muzzle onto his for a kiss. "Lycanthropes! Mmph!"

"Correct!"

Dwulf's nostrils flared as he sucked in air through his nose. Princess's tongue pushed past his muzzle, caressing his teeth and tongue, as hir massive, warm, black-furred breasts squeezed and flattened to Dwulf's muscular chest.

The effects of the transformational chemicals were making themselves known. The dragon-wolf's arms thickened, muscles bulging beneath his scales and fur, as his body grew larger, harder, more masculine. His cock throbbed with heat, surrounded by flexible black naga-scales as Princess rolled around and around his legs and hips, constricting him in hir scales.

While rippling around the dragon-wolf, Princess tugged off hir sports bra, allowing hir heavy breasts to hang naturally from hir shoulders.

"Question 4," the host said, "what species of snake has a hard noisemaker on the end of its tail?"

Dwulf pulled his muzzle back, gasping as Princess's tongue flicked back into hir muzzle.

"That has to be the rattler!" he said, then moaned as Princess's bulging midsection ground against his own hard, thick erection.

The dragon-wolf's hips jerked as Princess massaged his cock. Hir paws stroked down his growing arms and chest as hir warm breasts slid down to his belly.

"Correct!" the host said, though whether Dwulf even noticed was debatable. Princess's tongue flicked around his neck and shoulders, tickling and teasing him into louder moans.

The next dose of the chemicals made Dwulf gasp. His whole body bulged with new muscle as his thick erection grew longer and harder. He couldn't move much, though he desperately wanted to buck his hips, drive his cock between Princess's slick, smooth scales.

Princess's coils wrapped around Dwulf's shoulders and neck as hir chest lowered, until the male's cock speared through hir heavy H-cup tits.

"Now that's more like it," shi said, voice full of lust as shi pressed forward, squeezing Dwulf's cock into hir furry cleavage. "Mmmm... I'm gonna make you cum so hard," shi said.

"Not... if... I can... help it!"

"Question 5: What is the square root of 64?"

Dwulf's ears turned towards the otter, catching the question, though most of his attention was focused on the naga-wolf grinding hir cleavage around his throbbing, foot-long shaft. With every throb, Dwulf's cock grew longer, adding inches quickly, matching the muscles building under his pelt and scales.

"Eight!" he cried out, as a burst of pre-cum soaked down Princess's neck. "Eight!"

"Correct!"

Princess frowned as she felt the dragon-wolf's body clenching and flexing against hir. Shi could feel him trying to hold back. That wouldn't do.

Hir tongue flicked out again, wrapped around the tip of the dragon-wulf's thickness, and squeezed firmly. Shi could feel him growing larger, thicker, even as shi opened hir muzzle and suckled on the tip.

Dwulf whined and panted, watching as the naga-wolf slid against him wantonly. He forced his eyes away as his cock throbbed warningly. His biceps flexed, bulging with new muscle, as the heat inside his loins built up to unbearable levels. He desperately wanted to cum, but the growth generated by the transformational chemicals also felt so good... he wanted to get bigger, huger, and really let the beautiful naga-wolf have it.

"Question 6: New Orleans is in which American state?"

"Lou... Lou... Louisiana!" Dwulf cried.

"Correct!"

As the next dose ran through the IV line, Dwulf's body visibly grew, adding inches of height, thickening his barrel chest, deepening the cut of his abdominals. Princess pulled away, disappointed hir tits couldn't bring the hybrid to orgasm, and decided desperate times called for desperate measures.

The naga stretched forward, then twisted around and leaned back against Dwulf's front. Hir hips turned as hir coils wrapped around the dragon-wolf again, encasing his body up to his chest in hir scales. Shi squeezed in tight and Dwulf's eyes opened wide in shock as he felt his thickness enter the naga's warm pussy.

Princess hissed happily as hir thickness pushed out in front of hir body, hard and jerking. Shi ran hir claws through Dwulf's mane as shi pushed onto him, taking his near sixteen-inch length easily. Hir coils teased his thighs, his lower back, and his tailbase as shi rode him roughly.

Dwulf's eyes opened wide as he felt his cock plunge deeply into Princess's warm, tight pussy. The hot wetness engulfed his erection down to the base, even as it swelled and stretched larger yet.

Princess's own maleness bounced in front of hir, sixteen inches long and six inches thick, with a massive nine-inch, ass-destroying knot at the base. Shi hissed and moaned constantly as hir coils flexed around the muscular dragon-wolf.

"Mmmm... I can tell you're close," Princess said between gasps. "C'mon, stud... you know you want to..."

The dragon-wolf gritted his teeth and grunted in response as he tried to hold back.

"Question 7: Besides the regular peanut, name three kinds of nuts found in Planter's mixed nuts."

As Princess ground down over his aching maleness, the dragon-wolf's muzzle flopped open and words squeaked out, even as his shaft tensed up, flexing back and forth inside the naga.

"Cashew... almonds... pecans! Ooooh, God!"

The wolf's lips pulled back as the next dose ran down the IV line, hitting his veins just as the male's cock erupted inside Princess's dripping pussy. Shi clenched around him as shi felt his seed fill hir. The naga's claws clutched at his head as shi faced away from him, chest thrust outwards, hir own cock jerking, drooling pre-cum down the length. Rivulets of cum appeared on hir scales, smeared around with Dwulf's cum as hir coils spread their seed.

Dwulf moaned and panted hotly, trying to hump as his cock emptied inside the naga. The muscular hybrid was huge compared to previously, when he was merely big. Massive muscles bulged under his pelt and scales and he was nearly an entire foot taller. His dragon tail swung behind him, longer and broader, as his thick thighs flexed, claws scraping the floor. His hard stomach, visible at moments beneath Princess's coils, sucked in as Dwulf gasped, whole body trembling as he continued to grow throughout his orgasm.

"Well, looks like Princess has succeeded!" the otter said. "Let's give our contestant a hand!"

The audience cheered as Princess continued to ride the dragon-wolf, milking the male for every drop. His cock was now almost twenty inches long, eight inches thick, a good size to go with new muscular body. Shi stroked hir own cock, yet to pop, and winked at the otter. The host didn't like the way shi stared at him and quickly took a few steps away.

"Thanks to Dwulf and Princess for a great show!" the otter said, speaking over the dragon-wolf's loud moans. "We'll be right back with more of... A Matter of Inches!"

* COMMERCIAL BREAK *

Round 3: Skarlath (feat. Long John)

The otter host grinned into the cameras as the red lights came back on, signifying they were on the air.

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches! We're going to get right into it and announce the next contestant: Skarlath!"

A huge, muscular red wolf bounded down the stairs. His big barrel chest was strapped in by a pair of suspenders and nothing else. The suspenders attached to a tight pair of blue jeans that bulged more than appropriately in the front. The red wolf's long hair, streaked in dark blues and purples, was pulled back in a ponytail.

He bounded onto stage and stood next to the otter, who held up a microphone for the six-foot-four male to speak into.

"Welcome to the show, Skarlath! Where are you from?"

"Eteria, realm of sex and time, adjunct of hell," the wolf boomed.

"Yes, well... uh... anyway, let's get you set up in the Square!"

Stagehands adjusted the height and width of the Square to fit Skarlath's large, 450-pound body. His dark red fur stretched around bulging muscles, especially around his round, hard rump and massive thighs, visible once he pulled off his blue jeans and suspenders. A sheath as thick around as the otter host's hips hung off his lower belly, already bulging up with arousal and excitement.

Once Skarlath was strapped in at the waist, wrists, and ankles, the host motioned towards the Wheel high above the stage and it's LED display.

"Will you accept your fate and spin the Wheel?" he asked the large lupine.

Skarlath thought for only a moment before responding.

"Hells yes I do!"

The Wheel:

1. Tentacle Terrors

2. Rubberize Me, Cap'n!

3. Muscle Magic

4. Bullheaded

5. Taurformation

The otter hit the big red button. The Wheel beeped and flashed as it highlighted options one after another, first quickly, then slower. As the light lingered on each number longer and longer, the crowd held its collective breath.

Finally, the Wheel beeped three times, flashing in place on Rubberize Me, Cap'n.

The host announced the result and the first three doses, Skarlath's reward for spinning, headed down the IV line into his veiny, bulging arm.

The wolf groaned at the warm heat spreading through his chest and belly. He tipped his muzzle back and pulled at his restraints, groaning as his cock flexed out of his shaft and dropped down over his thighs.

"Now, before I start asking you any questions, Skarlath, you'll have to choose your opponent," the host said. The spotlights dimmed around the studio, leaving only the curtained area on the right side of the stage illuminated. Steps led up to three separate curtains; above each was a name plate.

"Would you like to go with Candy, Long John, or Showbiz?" the host asked, motioning to each in turn.

Long John's theme music played as his curtain rose. A bright spotlight shone from behind the figure, silhouetting him. The outline moved into a pose, biceps curled, legs spread. A huge grunt echoed through the studio and a massive cock swung down, adding to the outline of the silhouetted figure.

Skarlath whimpered as he watched inch after inch of obvious maleness droop past the male's legs. When whoever was shrouded by the light moved down the steps, into view of everyone, the wolf panted hotly, eyes wide.

An eight-foot-tall Clydesdale strode down the steps. Thick white fur feathered over his wrists and ankles, hiding his hands and hooves. Those massive hooves clopped loudly on the stage floor as he headed towards Skarlath, bypassing the otter. A massive cock, mostly black with patches of tan, hung out of a pair of tight white lycra briefs with the show's logo on the backside. The shaft swung back and forth, at least two feet long and nearly half that thick. And it was still soft, judging from how it swung over the Clydesdale's tree trunk thighs.

The stallion's body rippled with muscle. His chestnut coat strained to contain it all. From his massive pecs, down to his deep abs, over his flat crotch and down his bulging legs, the Clydesdale was little but muscle attached to that massive shaft. His long, broad muzzle, attached to a sleek head and short, thick neck, swung back and forth as he checked the wolf out, admiring the lupine's build. Long John's mane was separated into small clumps by white laces, so that small bundles of hair stuck straight up from his forehead, down his neck, and over his backside. His tail was similarly bound up and tied, so that it had a cropped look.

"Long John, tell us what you think your strategy is going to be for Skarlath," the otter said.

"I don't have a strategy," the Clydesdale said, moving in front of Skarlath. The red wolf whimpered as the huge horse leaned in, until his snout was just an inch from Skarlath's lips. "I just fuck 'em till they beg for more."

The otter grinned as the audience applauded. Skarlath's cock shot upwards, crawling between his hard belly and the stallion's.

"Let's see how long Skarlath will be able to hold out!" the otter said. "Long John, you can begin as soon as I finish asking the first question. Skarlath, are you ready?"

The wolf nodded, eyes wide as he stared at the huge male leaning over him, tail curling between his legs.

"Long John, are you ready?"

"I'm ready to tear this rump up!"

"Alright... Question 1: Clydesdales are famous for pulling the wagon of which brand of beer?"

"Budweiser!" Skarlath said quickly. He turned his head, trying to watch as the giant stallion stomped around behind him.

"Correct!"

The fourth dose filled the IV line running into Skarlath's wrist. Already the red wolf's body was changing. His stomach looked shinier than before, and when a camera zoomed in, it was obvious why. Instead of the lustrous, silky pelt, the muscular wolf's abs were now a solid slab of flexing, warm rubber. The rubber spread outwards from his belly, slowly crawling down his legs and up his chest.

As the rubber spread, it enhanced his musculature, adding to his overall weight and girth. Skarlath moaned as Long John's fingers dragged over his body, squeezing his abs and pecs.

"Mmmm... nice body," the horse grunted. Skarlath yelped as the stallion smacked his rump, his smooth palm echoing off the lupine's rubberized rear. "Good and hard."

Skarlath grunted and glanced down, eyes wide as he realized his pelt was disappearing. Still, the pleasure he felt helped make up for the loss of his fur. His smooth new skin glistened under the lights, jiggling slightly as the horse pawed at him. He squirmed as he felt something thick and warm push under his rubber tail.

"Feel that? That's my cock. I'm not even hard yet," Long John said, whispering into Skarlath's twitching ear. "You're gonna get every inch."

Skarlath moaned again, loudly, and his cock flexed against his belly, smearing his abs with pre-cum. The cameras caught the interplay and zoomed in as Long John's blunt teeth nipped the back of Skarlath's changing body, catching a bit of fur before it disappeared into his new rubber skin.

"Question 2: Which American state has the most seats in the House of Representatives?"

"Great... a question about a mortal government," Skarlath gasped, muscles flexing under Long John's questing fingers. "Californiaaaahhhh!"

The wolf's answer degenerated into a series of lewd moans as the Clydesdale's arms wrapped around his chest. He was squeezed back into the big stallion's chest and belly, forced against every rippling muscle covering the eight-foot horse's body. Skarlath shuddered and gasped, cock jerking and spurting more pre-cum as his new rubber skin stretched and squished under Long John's arms.

"Correct!"

The next dose spurred on Skarlath's rubber transformation. Soon the changes spread up his neck and over his ears, then down to his muzzle. His fingers and paws clenched and unclenched as his black claws became hard plastic. His feet followed the same way.

The stallion's warm body made Skarlath feel like he was melting. Every muscle on the lupine's body flexed and surged, even more visible now than they were under his thick red pelt. His red rubber skin went taut as additional mass grew in, filling him out larger and larger as the seconds ticked by.

Long John's flared cockhead poked under his tail, between his spread legs. Skarlath shuddered as he felt the warm length thicken and firm, getting harder as the horse humped loosely at his backside.

"Question 3: The very first self-propelled road-driven vehicles were powered by what?"

"Steaaaaaaaaaammmmmm!"

As Skarlath blurted out his answer, Long John decided to see how stretchy the rubber wolf was. The horse used both hands to shove the flared head of his cock into Skarlath's rump, grinding it past the tight ring of rubber and into the warm, muscular lupine body.

The otter watched, awestruck, as Long John feed inch after inch of his two-foot cock into the wolf's body, until half of the flaccid length was buried inside. Skarlath moaned and wriggled desperately, tail lifted high, arms and legs flexing as he clenched around the invading shaft. Long John grunted and grinned for the cameras as he humped forward, cock getting stiffer by the moment. Soon it was hard enough to take his paws off. He leaned forward, slid his arms around to Skarlath's front, and groped at the wolf's cut pecs. The red wolf grunted and groaned, head tipping backwards as his ass stretched wider and wider around the growing cock shoved up his rear.

"Question 4: Name two of the Big 3 American car companies."

Skarlath's red rubber muzzle flopped down against his huge barrel chest. Long John's hips slammed forward, filling him further, knocking the words out of his mouth. The wolf struggled to speak, interrupted every time by another deep push from the Fluffer.

"Foord! Oh, fuck! GM!" Skarlath gasped out at length.

Long John looked disappointed his prey was still able to speak. The massive Clydesdale's feather wrists went lower, stroking down the muscular male's smooth chest and belly, then wrapped around the base of his fat sheath, groping at the slick, pre-cum drenched maleness. Skarlath whimpered as he felt the cock inside him harden further, thickening and stretching him more by the moment.

"Gonna be the last question you answer," Long John growled into his ear. "Time to really get to work!"

Skarlath howled as both of Long John's hands slid up and down his cock, pulling it up to pulse against his hard belly, holding it into the curves of his deep abs. The wolf's erection throbbed noticeably, thick and hard, slightly translucent. Clear pre-cum pumped out of the tip constantly as Long John's hips thrust forward over and over, working deeper each time.

"Ooooh, damn," Skarlath gasped, panting hotly as he felt the eight-foot-tall male pound his tailhole.

Long John smiled grimly and leaned forward. He dragged his broad equine tongue across the back of Skarlath's neck, sending the wolf into shivers. The stallion squeezed at the wolf's cock, gripping it hard, stroking it firmly, enjoying how easy it was to jack the male off - the cock was long, thick, and completely smooth, covered in pre-cum.

"I'm almost hard... can you feel it?" Long John whispered into Skarlath's frantically twitching ears. The wolf grunted and clenched, unable to help but try and buck himself back over that magnificent horse cock.

"Question 5," the otter said, interrupting the wolf's moans. Skarlath had nearly forgotten he was on a show, so lost was he in the bliss of the equine's maleness. "What is the nickname of the statues given out at the Academy Awards?"

"Ah! Ah! Oscars!"

"Correct!"

Skarlath yelped again involuntarily as Long John's chestnut muzzle nipped his shoulder roughly, digging his flat teeth into the thick rubber skin. Skarlath's belly bulged as the horse pumped forward, his cock almost completely hard now. The wolf's whole body twitched and flexed rapidly in the restraints, cock aching for release as the horse squeezed it from the head to the base, again and again.

"Cum for me, wolfie... shoot that load, then I promise I'll fill you up," Long John whispered.

A camera zoomed in on the wolf as a mask of lust and anger crossed his muzzle.

"Mmmmfff! That's... cheating!" he gasped, rump flexing as he clenched involuntarily around the massive cock stuffed into his ass.

"Fluffers are allowed to say anything they want," the otter said, though Skarlath didn't hear the response.

Long John moved his fingers away from the red lupine's rubber cock, instead digging them into his hips. He squeezed hard as he bucked forward, grinding the last few inches of his cock into the wolf's semi-translucent body. Skarlath's stomach bulged further, showing the outline of the huge flared cockhead inside him. The stallion was two feet long soft - a picture popped on the monitors showing him at full size, three-and-a-half-foot erect.

Skarlath's glazed eyes saw the picture on screen and he groaned again. The stallion pulled back, taking almost half the length out before forcing himself back in quickly. Rubber squeaked over skin as the horse pounded forward. The wolf's cock flexed, shooting more ropes of pre-cum. It rained around his massive, bulging pecs and hard belly - the rubber male's entire body had grown outwards. He was only a foot shorter than Long John now and rivaled the stallion in pure muscle mass.

The otter cleared his throat, about to ask the next question. He got as far as "Question 6" when the red wolf's body tensed. Skarlath howled, long and deep, as the Clydesdale humped in hard again. Long John's hands went back to the wolf's thick, two-foot erection, groping and massaging it roughly as he held himself deep inside.

"C'mon, wolfie... I wanna breed you, but I can't until you cum for me..."

The wolf's ears twitched around as he listened to the horse's please. The camera's pulled back as Skarlath's muzzle twisted.

"Yeeees..."

Skarlath's body sagged as he let go, allowing the pleasure to overwhelm him. His cock tensed, then shot thick streams of white wolf seed high into the air. It splattered down almost a dozen feet away and the audience in the front row cheered as cum ran down their clear plastic tarp.

The Clydesdale groaned as Skarlath's warm, soft rubber body rippled around every inch of his length.

"Good boy... here it comes!"

With a shudder, Long John squeezed forward, grinding his hard chest into Skarlath's backside. The wolf's belly bloated, immediately losing definition as the first thick waves of horse cum flooded his body. His dark red skin turned several shades lighter as heavy, warm horse jizz filled his insides. Long John kept bucking forward, clenching at Skarlath's body, crushing the restrained wolf in close and tight. The horse loved how the rubber wolf massaged his cock, working more and more thick spooge out of the oversized length.

"Oooooh, yessss!" Skarlath moaned again, head tipping back. His cock kept shooting as muscles rippled over his rubber form. His stomach kept growing, inflating rapidly as his tight ass clenched, sealing itself around the base of Long John's horse meat.

"Well, that's gonna be all for Skarlath!" the host said, looking away from the spectacle to smile at the camera. "Let's give him a big hand! It's a tough male that can stand up to Long John for so long!"

The equine grinned into the cameras as he leaned against the red rubber male, enjoying himself immensely. Skarlath had a goofy look on his muzzle and panted loudly, swollen belly pushing his still spurting cock down level with the floor. As stagehands moved to unhook the wolf, the otter motioned towards Long John.

"Let's give our Fluffer Long John a big hand too, ladies and gentlemen!" he said. "What a stud!"

The audience hooted and hollered as Skarlath was freed from the Square. He fell forward onto his hands and knees, legs spread around Long John's massive hooves. The big stallion's brown body flexed forward, driving his cock in and out again. Skarlath squealed with pleasure and writhed, dragging his hard plastic claws along the tiles as his warm rubber chest ground down against his cock, squished by his swollen stomach.

"Hopefully Long John will finish up by the time we return from commercials," the host said pointedly.

The stallion grinned and shrugged as he lifted Skarlath's legs.

"Dunno!"

"Anyways, we'll be right back after these messages!"

* COMMERCIAL BREAK *

Round 4: Corbyn Prower (feat. the Otter Patrol)

The otter host stepped carefully over the recently-washed studio floor, trying not to lose his balance and slip. He smiled at the cameras.

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches. Our next contestant is... Corbyn Prower!"

The audience cheered as a shy-looking kitsune hopped down the steps nimbly. Thick blue fur covered the fox's body, except for the tips of his ears and tails. Three large tails swung behind him as he climbed up onto the stage, wearing a pair of blue shorts, an open blue jacket to show off his white chest and belly fur, and a blue cap between his ears.

The kitsune grinned nervously at the otter and blinked in the bright spotlights shining down on him.

"Welcome to the show, Corbyn! Where are you from?"

The otter held a microphone up so Corbyn's reply could be heard.

"I'm from Saskatchewan in Canada," Corbyn said, shifting from foot to foot as he poke.

"We're happy to have you! Let's get you ready to play!"

Stagehands guided the nervous fox towards the Square in the center of the stage. He undressed shyly, glancing at the audience as he took off his shorts and jacket. He was fit, with a smooth, sleek figure. His pelt looked shiny and fresh, perfectly squeezable. He kept one of his three tails tucked between his legs, over his crotch, not wanting to display everything in front of the crowd of people.

"Will you accept your fate and spin the Wheel?" the host asked, motioning towards the bright LED screen above the stage.

THE WHEEL:

1. Mul-tit-plification

2. Tentacle Terrors

3. Milk Maid

4. Audience Choice

5. Muscle Magic

6. Bullheaded

7. Taurification

8. Pick Two

The blue kitsune studied the options, thinking hard, before nodding his head. "Yes... I would like to spin the Wheel, sir, if that's all right!"

"It's fine with me - and it sounds like it's fine with the audience, too!"

The cheers died down as the host pushed the big red button on the left side of the stage. The Wheel spun around, highlighting the options slower and slower, until it settled to a stop.

"Pick Two!" the host said. "On our very first program! How exciting!"

Corbyn swallowed, even more nervous, as the host slapped at the button twice rapidly, setting the Wheel into double-pick mode. The audience cheered as they got to see more of the Wheel.

Two choices highlighted at a time as the digital circle spun around and around. When it stopped, the audience gasped.

"Audience Choice and Taurification!" the host announced. "Well, audience? What would you like to see happen to our plucky kitsune here?"

"Plushie!" someone shouted.

"Mul-tit-plication!" someone else called out.

"I'm going to pay for this," Corbyn muttered.

"Taur train!"

"Turn him into a boob!"

"Milk Maid!"

The audience collectively grinned at that last one, and soon more people called it out, turning it into a chant.

"Milk Maid! Milk Maid!"

Corbyn grimaced, but the host smiled and nodded. The Wheel highlighted Milk Maid from the list, and the first three doses - Corbyn's reward for spinning - slid down the IV line into his arm.

The blue kitsune gasped as he felt the warmth blossom inside his chest and belly. Within a minute, two lumps formed over his hips, elongating rapidly into a second pair of legs.

As the kitsune stared in shock, the host walked to the other side of the stage and gestured towards the three curtains.

"And now, Corbyn, while those doses go to work, you need to pick out your opponent!"

The three names on the plates above each curtain were Candy, O.P., and Showbiz. There were no other clues, though Candy's was red, O.P.'s was blue, and Showbiz's was purple, as a nod to the genders of each Fluffer.

The lights dimmed and the cameras focused on Corbyn as he read each name, trying to ignore the lengthening of his new limbs as they touched the floor. His hips split, reformed, and soon a long underbody stretched back behind him. The transformation was quick by design - he had to have all his functions up and running by the time the Fluffer got to him.

The kitsune lifted his new forelegs against the restraints and tested out his hind legs, finding them a bit hard to control at first. His male sheath hung between his back legs, larger and thicker than before.

"Ummm... how about O.P.?" he asked.

Theme music began playing. It was brassy and had a slightly militaristic marching feel to it. The curtain rose. A bright spotlight shone from behind the silhouetted figure on top of the steps.

As the cameras focused in on the single standing shape, a second shadow moved out from behind the first, standing to the left. A third stepped out to the right. All three posed, then walked down the steps together.

In the regular studio lights, the three members of the Otter Patrol smiled at the cameras. Each was the same height and body type, nearly identical. They wore tight white briefs with the show's logo on the rump. Their long, thick rudders swung behind them in sync as they crossed the stage floor towards Corbyn, who stared at them with wide eyes.

"The... Otter Patrol?" Corbyn asked, surprised at the appearance of a trio of otters, when he had expected only one Fluffer.

The kitsune's three large tails wagged furiously as the three otters approached him. They stood in front of him, one in front and two slightly behind. The cameras showed their pre-game exchange.

"Well, well, well. Look what-"

"-we got here. I think we'll-"

"-have this one going off in no time."

Corbyn blinked as the three otters finished each others sentences. The new foxtaur panted as the heat increased in his body, making him shiver with pleasure.

"Uh... yeah, you just try?" Corbyn said, not sounding very sure of his retort.

The three otters grinned at each other, then glanced at the host.

"All right... you can have at our contestant as soon as I finish asking the first question. Corbyn, are you ready?"

The taur nodded uncertainly and tugged at the restraints around his wrists awkwardly as the three otters leered at him. Each was slightly chubby and round, but still smooth and sleek, with elongated torsos and short, stubby legs.

"Otter Patrol? Are you ready?"

"We-"

"-are-"

"-ready!"

"Here we go! Question 1: In what state was Abraham Lincoln born?"

"Uhhh... is it Kentucky?"

"Correct!"

"Whoa!"

Corbyn's exclamation of surprise echoed in the studio as the three sleek otters threw themselves at him. One slid up against Corbyn's front, sliding his webbed paws over his chest and belly, teasing his white fur. Another hopped on his backside, riding him like a horse, and kissed and teased over the kitsune-taur's upper torso. The third moved to his flanks, where he reached under and groped at Corbyn's heavy white nuts.

The kitsune moaned and stamped his back feet before his muzzle was drawn down the otter in front for a kiss. He closed his eyes, leaning forward as six paws groped at him.

Corbyn's underside swelled out into a plump belly, nice and round. His upper torso remained slim and fit, though his flanks were now larger. He squeaked around the kiss as wriggly paws groped his rump. He batted at them with his three tails, but the insistent paws kept going.

Corbyn groaned as he felt arms wrap around his chest from behind. The otter riding his back nipped at his ears as his paws teased his chest, finding his nipples and squeezing them. The kitsune gasped as he felt the nubs react to the touch. They felt larger and more sensitive than before and quickly grew to fill the otter's small hands.

"Question 2: What is the name of the newest Canadian territory formed in 1999?"

"Nu... Nunavut!" Corbyn gasped, hind legs bucking as paws slid up his sheath, teasing out his maleness. The otter pressed to his front slid down, between his forelegs, until he was underneath the foxtaur, Corbyn shuddered as he felt paws sliding down his new underbelly, stroking and squeezing him. The otter on his back nibbled on his ears again as his paws squeezed around Corbyn's growing nipples. Breasts filled out quickly, pushing the large dark blue nipples outwards.

Corbyn stamped his hind legs again as he felt an otter pushing up behind him. The otter jumped up and laid across his backside, hips curling down to hump erratically at the foxtaur's rump. His tails swung around, wrapping the otter up, as the male clutched at his flanks, otter feet pushing into Corbyn's thick fur for grip.

"Question 3: Who was the first Prime Minister of Canada?"

"S... Sir John A. McDonald!" Corbyn shouted, before breaking into a series of moans so lewd it shocked the three otters surrounding him.

Three identical happy churrs filled Corbyn's ears as his thick erection pushed free of his sheath. The dark blue length drooped down low, the head nearly dragging on the floor before being scooped up by the otter underneath him. A small tongue flicked over the head as webbed paws stroked down the length. Corbyn moaned and shuddered, groaning again as he felt a short, thick erection push under his tail. He squirmed as the otter clutching at his flanks ground forward. He was small, but the thickness was nice. Corbyn panted and moaned as his breasts grew larger, soon more than filling the paws of the otter straddling his backside.

Underneath, he felt his belly bloat and gasped as something descended onto the backside of the otter, who squeaked in surprise. A few moments later, eager paws groped at his new udder. His muzzle found a teat while two paws groped the milk-filled, creamy-white skinned bag. Corbyn moaned loudly as thick milk dribbled out of the fat blue nipples capping his breasts.

When he felt a new kind of warmth blossom under his tail, behind his heavy nuts, the kitsune moaned even louder.

Shi barely heard the next question.

"Question 4: What is the name of the highest mountain in Canada? Mount Legend or Mount Logan?"

Corbyn shuddered and humped hir hind legs forward, thrusting hard enough to push hir front side into the belt around hir slim stomach. Shi grunted as hir thick cock flopped against the udder hanging off hir belly, sliding over the small brown otter suckling greedily at hir new teats. Every suckle sent thrills of pleasure through hir body, making it hard to remember the right answer.

"Mount... Logan!" shi gasped.

"Correct!"

The foxtaur cried out as the otter on hir backside licked the insides of hir ears as his small paws jerked hir nipples, milking the fat nipples, increasing the flow of milk. After a few moments, he squirmed around to hir front and attached his muzzle firmly to one of the thick nipples. Corbyn's wrists pulled at hir restraints, eager to grope at the otter, to pull him in harder, but shi remembered shi was supposed to try and not cum. Steeling hir expression, shi bit hir lower lip again and thought of anything shi could to distract hir from what the three otters were doing to hir.

Shi had almost succeeded when shi felt a firm push in hir rump and a flood of warmth. Hir hind legs trembled as shi felt the otter fill hir clenching, tingling tailhole, and shi moaned loudly again.

The otter underneath hir spread out on his backside. His small feet slid up and down hir cock as hir udder pressed into his chest. He switched from one teat to another, squirting warm, creamy fox-milk into his muzzle, each time relieving a little pressure in the udder and sending pleasure throughout the foxtaur's body.

Corbyn moaned as hir cock flexed against the otter's rubbing feet. Shi desperately wanted to fuck something.

As though reading hir mind, the otter underneath flipped over and backed up, tail pushing into hir body, until the thick head of hir dark blue erection pushed against his tight ring. Corbyn yelped as the otter shoved back hard. The tightness felt incredible. Shi clenched hir fingers and moaned hugely as the otter pushed back, taking inch after inch.

"I... will not... give in... so easily!"

"We'll see-"

"-about that-"

"-very soon!"

"Question 5: Laura Second helped the British beat the Americans during one of the battles in which war?"

It took Corbyn almost a minute to find the words to speak. "The War... of... 1812!"

"Correct!"

"C'mon, boys, we can't let-"

"-this milk-filled fox-"

"-get any more right!"

The three otters went into overdrive. The one below Corbyn thrust himself over the foxtaur's erection, taking it deeper and deeper. The one clutching hir flanks pulled out and dropped to the floor, then wriggled underneath, curling himself around hir huge udder, which dragged over the smooth tiles due to its size. He humped at the udder and suckled on the teats, squeezing and groping it roughly. Corbyn could hardly stand the stimulation and wagged hir tails rapidly, rump aching pleasurably.

The otter in front had a growing belly as he greedily drank more and more of the blue foxtaur's thick milk. He had to stretch his muzzle around the thick, coffee-mug-sized nipples capping the DD-cup breasts. His webbed paws splayed over the heavy orbs as he winked up at hir.

Corbyn closed hir eyes, gasping and moaning, trying to hold hirself together, not to just let it go and fill the otter stretching over hir cock. The male was warm, tight, and wriggly, and every movement made hir thick, hard maleness ache for release.

Large white spots appeared on Corbyn's flanks and the side of hir belly, resembling the famous black-and-white bovine pattern. Shi shivered as shi felt two small, hard horns poke up from between hir ears - cute little white horns, pointed at the tip, no more than five inches long each and tapered to a slightly-curved point.

"Question 6," the host said, standing back as Corbyn's whole body tensed, shook with the effort of resisting the urge to cum. "How many oceans border Canada, and what are their names?"

Corbyn growled out the answer, eyes wide.

"Three! Pacific! Arctic! Atlantiiiiiiic!"

On the last syllable, hir fat taurcock swelled, making the otter stuffed on top of it squeak with alarm. Hir erection throbbed, then erupted with a blast of cum that swelled the small male's belly. The flow of milk increased as well, making the otters suckling at hir nipples and teats pull off coughing as they were drenched in thick, creamy milk.

The foxtaur's hind legs wobbled as shi came, grinding hir back flanks down, squeezing hir cock deeper into the wriggling, squeezing, tight otter. Their moans filled the air as the audience cheered them on. Corbyn's bloated udders squished the otter underneath hir down to the floor, flat on his back, as hir breasts grew an additional cup size, reaching H's. The last dose of transformational serum had really been the best, and filled hir entire figure out, making hir look plump, full, and firm.

"Wow! What a show!" the otter host said, thankful he'd resigned from the O.P. in order to host the show. "Let's give the Otter Patrol and Corbyn big hands!"

Applause and cheers broke out as the well-hung kitsune-taur's white-splotched flanks dipped down, sagging a bit as shi held the two otters underneath hir still, pinning them beneath hir udders and belly. They wriggled pleasurably as shi emptied hir huge shaft and bloated nuts, still filling the small brown-furred male. Stagehands undid the restraints on hir wrists and hir paws dropped to the otter in front of hir, clutching the male close and forcing his muzzle over hir thick teat.

"Oooooh, you three are coming home with me after the show!" shi gasped.

"I think I speak for-"

"-all of us-"

"-when I say we accept!"

The host shook his head and turned to the camera. "Weren't they great, folks? Thanks again to Corbyn for being such a great contestant, and to the Otter Patrol, who proved nobody can resist us!"

He turned to a different camera, an angle that showed the writhing otters still entangled with the blue kitsune-taur's generous new endowments.

"We'll be right back with more of... A Matter of Inches!"

* COMMERCIAL BREAK *

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A Matter of Inches - Episode 2

A NEW Transformation-Based Game Show!

A Matter of Inches is a game show where contestants must answer questions while strapped into the Square, a rectangular metal frame that keeps their wrists and ankles immobilized. Contestants are sucked, fucked, and milked to get them to cum as soon as possible. The longer they last, the more TF chemicals they get.

All characters copyright their owners.

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Round 1: Cygnus

The show's theme music faded as the audience applauded. Lights came up, illuminating the otter in the light blue suit in the center of the stage. Behind the short male was the Square, the steel bars where contestants were strapped in.

To the host's left, a large red button. On his right, a short set of stairs leading to three curtains.

"Welcome to A Matter of Inches!" the otter said. "We've got a great show for you today. Let's get right into it with our first contestant..."

He paused for dramatic effect before announcing the winner.

"Cygnus!"

The audience cheered, drowning out the surprised honk of the swan who stood up and hustled his way down to the stage. He was elegantly dressed in a black top hat, gray vest, and matching suit pants. He tapped his cane on the floor as he trotted up the steps to stand next to the otter.

"Welcome to the show, Cygnus!" the host said, holding a microphone out to the feathered male. "Where are you from?"

Cygnus's black beak curled into a smile and he tipped his top hat towards the camera. "Anywhere you want me to be."

The host shrugged and passed the swan along to the stagehands, who bustled him into the Square. As they strapped the swan in, attaching his legs and wrists to the metal bars, as well as a belt around his hips that kept him from moving much, the otter motioned above the stage, to the large LED Wheel.

"As you know, Cygnus, you can spin the Wheel to earn to three free doses of our patented transformational chemicals," he explained. "Will you accept your fate and spin the Wheel?"

"Spin away!"

The audience cheered as the Wheel options lit up.

THE WHEEL:

1. Mul-tit-plification

2. Tentacle Terrors

3. Audience Choice

4. Muscle Magic

5. Bullheaded

6. Bigger is Better

7. Double Dickings

The otter headed over to the large red button on the left side of the stage as Cygnus watched. The swan pulled on his restraints, testing them, but he was securely fastened. The Square featured hydraulic bars, so it automatically adjusted to the height of any contestant. Cygnus, at a few inches short of six feet, fit easily within the bars.

The otter slapped his palm down on the button. The Wheel, high above the stage, beeped loudly as the lights flashed, illuminating every option. One by the one the lights blinked off, until only one remained.

"Bullheaded!" the host announced. "Things just officially got weird."

Cygnus squirmed as he felt his bonus doses slide down the IV line into his feathered arm. A warmth blossomed in his chest and his black beak dropped open as he took a few deep breaths, trying to control the sudden burst of pleasure that caused his black maleness to slide out of his internal sheath.

"Before we start playing the game, you have one more decision to make, Cygnus," the host said. "It's time to pick your opponent!"

A spotlight illuminated the curtains on the right side of the stage. Above each curtain was a name.

The first was Candy, in pink, curly neon. The next was Logjam, done in thick blue lines. The last, flashing purple, was Showbiz.

"Who will you pick?" the host asked, as the audience called out the name they preferred.

"This is a tough one," Cygnus said, taking another deep breath. "But there ain't no business like show business!"

"Very well! Let's meet your opponent... Showbiz!"

A thumping techno version of a Shirley Bassey song came up over the studio's sound system. The curtain over Showbiz's spot lifted. A bright light shone from behind, so all anyone could see of hir was hir large silhouette.

Shi posed, legs spread, one arm curled up. The outline of hir massive chest was obvious, as were the long tassles bouncing around, hanging from the broad nipples. A pair of long ears stood up from hir head. Combined with the wispy tail on hir rump, the Fluffer's species was clear even in silhouette.

The large rabbit strutted down the steps, coming into view. Thick, luscious white fur covered hir whole body. A pair of tight white shorts with the show's logo on the left cheek kept hir obvious male bulge snugged in tight. Hir wispy tail waved back and forth rapidly, just above the generous curves of hir ample rump. Hir huge breasts hung out over hir belly, each one well into the double-H-cup range. Large blue tassles, shiny with sequins, swung off the ends. A piercing in hir bellybutton broke the otherwise smooth expanse of thick white fur.

Shi smiled at the host as shi passed him, large rabbit paws quiet against the floor. Hir ponderous endowments jiggled and wobbled as shi made hir way over to Cygnus for the pre-game back-and-forth.

"I'm gonna get you off so fast, your career on this show will be over faster than a porn star with a two inch dick!" shi threatened, leaning in close.

"That how you ended up on this show?" Cygnus shot back.

The audience oohed dramatically as the host quickly intervened.

"Showbiz, you can begin as soon as I finish asking the first question. Ready?"

The swan and rabbit both nodded. Showbiz rolled hir shoulders, causing hir heavy breasts to swing, sending the tassles around in circles.

"Question 1: Name the first Bond movie to star Roger Moore."

Cygnus honked loudly as Showbiz sunk hir paws into his bare, feathered chest. Shi squeezed down, playing with his hips as shi leaned in, sliding hir heavy breasts over his upper body. They were large enough to cover him up, so that only the swan's long neck and smooth head popped up from above them.

"Live and Let Die!" he called out, gasping as the rabbit's paw found his maleness.

"Correct!"

Showbiz leaned in and licked over Cygnus's beak, then dropped lower, dragging hir breasts over his body as shi went. The male's cock jutted upwards, sliding between the silky fur on hir belly and between hir breasts. He groaned loudly as he watched hir push hir magnificent chest around his length, squeezing it warmly.

The effects of the chemicals soon made themselves known as well. As Cygnus's hips trembled, a pair of small, short white horns protruded from the back of his slim head. They curled inwards slightly, but as they grew, it became apparent only the tips were white. The rest of the horns were black, like his beak and maleness.

His erection throbbed, veins pulsing, as it pushed between Showbiz's large orbs. When the rabbit pulled back, letting the cameras get a view of the swan's cock, it was already larger than when he'd started.

Cygnus moaned again as Showbiz leaned back forward. The rabbit slid up and down slowly, crouching so that hir plump rump swung back and forth beneath hir, wispy tail wagging as shi teased hir thick pelt over the swan's bare skin.

"Question 2: The video game character Mario was originally known by what name?"

"Jumpman, of course!" Cygnus gasped.

"Correct!"

Showbiz looked disappointed. Pouting, the rabbit stood up and dragged a finger over the new bull horns sprouting from the top of the swan's head.

"Looks like I need to turn things up a notch," shi said.

The large rabbit backed up a few steps and reached down, squeezing hir paw around the male bulge in hir tight, stretchy shorts. Cygnus stared, panting, as his cock drooled pre-cum down the black flesh. His legs kicked a few times against the restraints as a hairy pair of white bull-nuts dropped between his legs. The swan's formerly-internal nuts swung heavily, round and full, as they lowered to mid-thigh. The swan's unusual features continued to change as his feet darkened, turning harder and morphing into the shape of hooves.

The bird stared, craning his neck down, as the hard cloven feet tapped against the studio floor. His cock pulsed, aroused to the point of aching, as his large new balls roiled with need. Cygnus turned his gaze back to Showbiz in time to see hir peel hir shorts off. An average, if slightly thick cock sprung out from hir large white thighs. Shi slid hir palm over it, eliciting a thin trickle of pre-cum from the tip, and lifted a breast with the other paw, making the tassel shake.

"Question 3: What was the very first video game that Mario (a.k.a. Jumpman) appeared in?"

"Donkey... Kong!"

Cygnus moaned as he felt his cock jerk, flexing upwards, sending a stream of pre-cum flying from the tip. It splattered over Showbiz's belly and the large herm smiled as shi leaned back in.

"Correct!"

Showbiz wrapped hir paws around the growing horns protruding from Cygnus's head. Holding the swan tight, shi leaned in and smothered his beak in a kiss as hir hips pushed forward, grinding hir belly over his erection. Hir thighs squeezed against his large bull nuts, making him groan against hir lips. His cock surged upwards, adding inches rapidly, as the bunny teased and played with him, working him up hotter and hotter.

Cygnus opened his beak to honk, but instead a deep, long moan emerged, sounding more like a bull than a bird. Showbiz grinned and turned around, shaking hir round, plump ass and rubbing the firm cheeks against the swan's thickening shaft. Hir huge breasts, on display for the audience, caused more than a few boners among those watching as the rabbit slid backwards, lifting hirself up and down over the length so that it pushed against hir thighs.

Cygnus shivered and moaned again, long and deep. The change in his hooves accelerated up his legs, leaving them more bull-like than bird-like. Thick and muscular, they didn't quite match the rest of his elegant, narrow body where they met his hips, the joint itself hidden by feathers. He let his head fall forward, pressing his cheek between Showbiz's shoulders as the large rabbit ground back over him.

"Question 4: True or false: Elephants can jump."

Cygnus opened his beak to reply, but Showbiz chose just that moment to lean forward, reach back, grab his growing, thickening shaft, and shove hirself over it.

Cygnus twitched against his restraints, hooves stomping against the floor, as the big rabbit's warm rump squeezed around his cock, taking him deep into hir tight pussy. The rabbit moaned happily as shi squirmed backwards, paws cupping hir breasts as shi felt his length impale hir. Shi clenched around him, wriggling, trying to make it impossible for the swan to answer.

"Fa... faaa... faaalse!" he finally hissed out.

"Correct!"

Showbiz levered hirself back up and sat down heavily, taking the swan to the base. Shi reached back, pawing at his large new bull horns, as shi jiggled and wriggled around him.

The swan moaned as the backs of hir thighs squeezed his nuts, each testicle the size of a softball by this point, covered in shaggy white fur. His thick cock was well over twice its starting length and thick enough to make Showbiz pant with the effort of taking it all. The rabbit's plump cheeks squeezed against the swan's hips as shi pushed back heavily - even shi could feel the effects of the next dose of chemicals on the bird as he tried to hump forward.

Cygnus's tail feathers gathered together behind him, drawing up as a new tail pushed out, Long and flexible, like a bull's, the tip was feathered instead of hair, covered in soft down. As it grew longer and longer, giving him a griffon-like appearance, he mooed again, finding the noise more natural now instead of his normal honking. His cock swelled inside Showbiz, pulsing and flexing as the rabbit squeezed around him. Shi pulled off a bit, standing on hir tiptoes to do so, and sat back and down, slapping hir heavy hips back into his.

"Question 5: What did Charlie Brown's father do for a living?"

Cygnus didn't respond, or even acknowledge the question. He was focused entirely on Showbiz's large backside, eyes narrowed as he watched hir slide back over his erection again and again.

"Wah wah, wah wah wah wah!" he gasped.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the host said. "Charlie Brown's father was a barber, not a red panda breeder."

The lights fell downwards and the sound of a sad trombone echoed through the studio for a moment. Stagehands freed Cygnus from the restraints. Showbiz let out a happy moan as shi felt the bull swan push hir over, onto hir hands and knees. His arms wrapped around hir breasts, cupping them, as his hips pumped forward, driving his meaty black-skinned cock deeper. His large hooves dug into the floor, strong legs forcing him over hir.

Showbiz gasped as shi felt his big bull nuts slap against the back of hir thighs. Cygnus mooed again, pushed in hard, and held himself there as the cameras zoomed in, catching the swan's orgasm in the form of a thick flood of cum pumping back out of the rabbit's over-filled pussy.

"Well, that's all for Cygnus!" the host said, taking a few steps back as the swan's thick cum splattered in a circle around the two. "Let's give him a big hand! And his opponent... Showbiz!"

Showbiz grinned into the cameras, a happy, dazed look on hir face, both massive HH-cup breasts squeezed between hir arms as shi pushed back eagerly over Cygnus's thickness. The swan kept going, pumping away, as the show went into commercial break. The cameras cut after showing his new bull horns one last time.

* COMMERCIAL BREAK *

Round 2: HippieDip

Standing in the center of a freshly-cleaned stage, the host grinned at the audience and waited for the noise to die down.

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches! Let's give a big hand to our next contestant... Arco Creon!"

The otter watched as a slim young rabbit in baggy jeans and a sweater worked his way out of his row, past cheering audience members, and down to the stage, where he stood awkwardly shuffling his feet.

"Welcome to the show, Arco!" the host said, holding out a microphone. "Where are you from?"

"Arizona!" the rabbit said.

"Great to have you on the show, Arco. Let's get you ready to play!"

The rabbit went over to the Square, guided by stagehands, and stripped off his clothes, revealing his cream-colored fur and soft, slim body. A patch of brown on his right ear and the shaggy mop of hair between them were the only colors contrasting his otherwise monochromatic body.

The rabbit shivered as he was strapped into the Square, arms out to the sides, legs spread. His tail wiggled as the stagehands attached the belt around his hips and he tried not to pop a boner from excitement alone.

The host motioned above the stage to the Wheel.

"You'll get three bonus doses of our patented transformational chemicals as a reward if you accept your fate and spin the Wheel," he said. "What'll it be, Arco?"

THE WHEEL:

1. Mul-tit-plification

2. Tentacle Terrors

3. Audience Choice

4. Muscle Magic

5. Bigger is Better

6. Double Dickings

7. Gender Switcher

8. Hybridizer: Fox

All of the options on the Wheel lit up on the LED screen high above the stage. One by one they turned off, until one remained.

"Double Dickings!" the host announced. "Hope that won't end up weighing you down, Arco."

The otter grinned as he left the button on the left side of the stage and stood next to the rabbit. Arco groaned as he felt the three bonus doses slide down the IV line into his arm and shuddered as a heat filled his chest and belly. The bunny was very short, only five feet tall, and at 170 pounds, had a bit of pudge on him, despite his overall sleek, smooth appearance. Well-padded, from his belly to his rump to his thighs, he wriggled in the restraints as the chemicals began to work their magic on him. His cock dropped from his fuzzy sheath, almost five inches long in its flaccid state.

"One more thing to take care of before we start playing the game," the host said. "Arco... it's time to pick your opponent!"

The neon lights above the curtains on the right side of the stage lit up. One in pink, one in blue, one in purple, as before, though Showbiz's name had been replaced. Now the names read "Candy" in pink, "Logjam" in blue, and "Blizzard" in purple.

"Which one will you choose as your opponent, Arco?"

"Gimme some of that sweet, sweet Candy!" Arco said, shuddering as his cock lifted upwards, growing stiffer by the moment as the chemicals in his body fueled his lust.

"Very well! Let's meet... Candy!"

Candy's theme music began to play as the curtain rose. The spotlight shone from behind, leaving her only visible as a black outline. The feminine silhouette moved and shifted slowly, hips out to one side, large tail swinging to the other. One hand on a hip, the other down by her side.

The figure strutted down the steps confidently. As she came into view in the regular light, her striking features made Arco gasp. A vixen, covered in hot pink fur. A stripe of green down the neck and belly narrowed as it dove into her tight white shorts. Her hips swayed, making the logo on the rump flex under her large pink and green tail.

The vixen smiled and left her paw on her hip as she sauntered over towards Arco. She pressed her left paw forward and dragged a claw along the short rabbit's shoulders. Candy wasn't very tall herself, but she still had a good half foot on the rabbit. The vixen smiled, white teeth glinting as her theme music died off.

"I hope you got a sweet tooth," she said, her voice low and husky. "You might end up with a cavity after I'm through with you."

Arco's nose twitched as a sweet melon scent wafted over him. He moaned, staring at the vixen's ample breasts. Her long green hair was pulled back in a tall ponytail that draped over her shoulders all the way down to her rump and tail.

"Candy, you may begin as soon as I ask the first question," the host said. "Arco, are you ready? Arco?"

It took the cream-colored rabbit a few moments to tear his eyes away from the luscious vixen gyrating slowly in front of him. He uncrossed his eyes and managed to nod at the otter, who pulled the first question card from his pocket.

"Very well! Here we go," he said. "Question 1: Which family are the Capulets feuding with in Romeo and Juliet?"

Candy gyrated her hips again, then ran her paws down her body, stroking the heavy breasts strapped in by the white lycra sports bra. She leaned forward, long hair spilling around her muzzle, as she grinned up at Arco.

The rabbit stared, transfixed, as the chemical doses he'd been given and the sight of the beautiful vixen drove his cock into overdrive. By the time he remembered he had to answer the question, it was hard as a steel beam.

"Uh... Mantagues! The Montagues!"

"Correct!"

Candy smiled, still dancing in front of the bound rabbit. She hadn't yet touched him, but for the teasing claw on his shoulder, and already the short male's cock was achingly hard. Bubbles of pre-cum formed on the tip of his pink length as a pressure built up inside the sheath. It bulged outwards and he groaned heavily as his hips jerked against the belt holding his hips in place.

Candy turned around and bent over, head going between her legs. Her tail lifted and she swung her rump, showing off her toned, tight body and flexibility. Arco groaned as he stared, eyes wide, at the lewd display.

"Question 2: How many seats are in the 1960s Adam West version of the Batmobile?"

Again it took Arco several moments to find his voice.

"Two!"

"Correct!"

As the next dose ran down the IV line, the rabbit let out a quavering moan. The bunny's sheath bulged thickly in the middle, then stretched open as a second shaft emerged, squeezed tight to the original. The new one slid out over top of the first, growing to the same length and thickness, a twin to his normal shaft. Both throbbed and flexed, curling slightly apart from each other near the heads.

Candy leaned up, hips undulating, and turned around. She leaned forward, palms flat to Arco's chest. Careful not to touch his sensitive shafts, the vixen leaned in and kissed over his cheeks as her claws squeezed into his fur. Arco gasped as she teased his nipples, finding the nubs under his pelt. The rabbit shivered, ears folding back nervously as the vixen smiled at him widely, teeth bared.

She pushed her muzzle forward, planting a deep kiss on his shorter, blunter mouth. He jerked against the restraints as her tongue pushed past his lips and teeth, leaving the taste of sweet melon on his tongue. He moaned and tried to hump forward, both cocks achingly hard, but Candy pulled back, dancing away from him. She moved behind and stroked his shoulders, then wrapped her paws over his chest again, sliding down to stroke and pet his smooth, plush belly.

"Question 3: Who runs the orphanage in the musical 'Annie'?" the host asked, startling Arco out of his lustful haze.

"Uuuuhh... oh, God... it was... Ms. Hannigan," Arco gasped, voice hardly audible as the vixen slid up behind him, grinding her hips against his wispy tail.

The vixen's claws stroked his chest and stomach as the host announced the answer as correct. Candy's teeth found the edges of his long ears and nibbled them. Arco's legs trembled as she teased him, even using her foot to stroke his long legs.

The rabbit's twin shafts flexed again, growing slowly as the chemicals flooded his system, accentuating all his features. His small, golf ball-sized nuts drooped a bit as they expanded to the size of plums. His twin erections, each a bit under eight inches, thickened considerably, stretching out the flesh and fur of his sheath. Arco shut his eyes, losing himself in the scent and feel of the warm, tight vixen wrapping herself around his backside.

Candy tugged on his ears with her teeth, pulling his head back. One paw slid up his belly and chest again, to stroke over his exposed neck, as her other went lower, squeezing his thigh, keeping well clear of his erections. Both fat malenesses drizzled pre-cum now as the chemicals in his body increased his production. Melon scents flooded Arco's nose as she worked him over, teasing him into a hotter state of arousal with every caress.

"Question 4: What color is a polar bear's skin?"

Arco's eyes cracked open as he tried to turn his ears towards the sound of the host's voice, though the one trapped between Candy's teeth only twitched.

"I know this one," he gasped. "Black!"

"Correct!"

Candy's teeth nipped sharply on Arco's ear, making the rabbit gasp again.

"No more Mrs. Nice Fox," she whispered into his ear.

Arco groaned as her paws slipped down, wrapping long fingers around the bases of both erections jutting from the bunny's hips. She squeezed as her breasts pushed into his backside, hips sliding over his rump and tail. As she drew her palms outwards, they came away sticky, covered in thick pre-cum. Over nine inches each now, they more than filled the vixen's paws.

"Oooh, big boy," she murmured, keeping her paws on him as she moved around to his front.

Candy pressed up against Arco's front, smooshing the green stripe running down her belly into his stomach. Her lycra shorts rubbed over his erections, pushing them straight up so that her belly fur tickled the heads. Arco moaned and squirmed as she leaned her shoulders back. With practiced skill, she reached behind and undid the Velcro clasp of her sports bra. The rabbit stared as she pulled the fabric away, letting her heavy breasts flatten against his slightly pudgy chest.

As Candy rubbed forward, moaning for Arco's benefit, the host pulled out the next question card.

"Question 5: Who was Helen of Troy's lover?"

"Pa... Paris..."

"Correct!"

Candy grinned as she slipped her paws down to Arco's hips, then moved in, gripping his thick shafts again. As the next dose of chemicals filled the rabbit's IV line, she teased her thumbs over the flexing cock heads, making the bunny gasp and squirm. His balls, large as baseballs now, pressed into Candy's thighs as she cooed happily at his increased size and girth.

"Mmm... time for me to have my fun... too bad you won't last long," she whispered, licking over his cheek.

Arco's eyes widened as she turned away from him and bent over. With her firm, pert rump sticking up at him, she reached back and pulled the shorts down, revealing her fine pink bottom. The scent of her arousal hit him like a ton of bricks and he sagged in his restraints, ten-inch cocks bulging with veins. They were so heavy now they flopped forward, pointing straight out, and drooled pre-cum down into the vixen's rump. She lifted her tail out of the way and wiggled back and forth, paws pulling her cheeks apart, exposing the tight pucker and warm, wet pussy.

As she leaned backwards, rubbing herself over the twin heads, the host readied the next question.

"Question 6: What wall fell in 1989?"

Arco didn't answer for a few long moments as he watched his thick pre-cum drop into Candy's pink fur, roll down her ass and thighs. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

"Sorry, what was that, Arco?" the host asked.

"Berlin," was the whispered response.

"Correct!"

Arco groaned hugely as the next dose hit him. His cocks jerked as one and surged forward, gaining several inches in under a minute. Candy let out a surprised, happy squeal as she leaned back into them, letting them grow right into her tight ass and clenching pussy. As she felt them spread her open, the vixen leaned back up, until her shoulders pressed into Arco's chest.

"Mmmm... good boy... now you just let me do all the work..."

The vixen spread her legs and reached back, claws caressing Arco's cheeks and ears. She pushed down heavily, sinking over the twin shafts, each now over a foot long and thick as her own wrist. She gasped as the fat shafts filled her, radiating their heat into her willing body. The vixen pushed down heavily, making Arco whine with pleasure as her hot tightness squeezed around him. His cocks flexed inside her, so big he was sure he could feel them rubbing against each other through her insides.

Candy shoved down hard, toes wiggling, tongue out, panting hard as she worked herself over the two big cocks, until her rump settled around the base of his sheath, above the softball-sized nuts. Arco pulled at his restraints, moaning and shaking his head, desperately trying not to cum as her heat enveloped him.

"Question 7: What does the true love give on the fifth day of Christmas?"

Candy bounced herself up and down, preventing Arco from answering. Only a guttural moan escaped the cream-colored rabbits lips as the vixen rode his growing cocks, feeling them surge and pulse inside her, getting thicker and longer by the moment. Candy clutched her pink breasts, massaging them as she leaned forward and pushed back hard, legs spread wide, tail teasing Arco's face.

"Mmmm! FFfffffiiiiiive golden rings!" the rabbit shouted, whole body shaking as he struggled not to cum.

"That's correct!"

Candy pulled forward, dragging her body off the two thick erections spearing her. As the heads popped out, cameras zoomed in on her stretched pussy and rump, then the two huge shafts jerking and flexing in front of Arco's hips. The rabbit sighed with relief as her tightness left him and he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

The cameras followed every inch of those two monsters, each well over fifteen inches now, more than twice as long as they were originally. Candy smiled and turned around, her knees only slightly wobbly.

"Oooh, so big!" she purred lustily. "C'mon bunny, take me for a ride!"

Arco shook his head, trying to tell her no, but the vixen jumped onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. Her rump slid down, pushing his cocks out and down, as she clung to him, belly and breasts grinding into his front, her smoothness only making him want it more.

Holding onto his neck with one arm, Candy reached back and positioned the bunny's shafts, pressing the heads - each as thick as her fist by this point - at her dripping pussy and aching tail hole. She glanced at the host and nodded, who quickly started reading the next question.

"You won't be able to answer this one, bunny boy!" the vixen growled, shoving herself down.

"Question 8: What color is the cross on the Swedish flag?"

Candy's ass and pussy spread wide as she dropped her hips, slamming herself over the two monsters beneath her. They kept growing, thicker and longer and harder, as the bunny's short frame twitched and jerked in the restraints. The vixen let out a moan as she felt the twins fill her up, stretching her wide. She came around the cock in her pussy, unable to help it, and clenched hard. She was no more than half way down, but was determined to get every single inch of the rabbit's massive eighteen-inch shafts inside her.

Arco's lips pulled back, large front teeth revealed.

"Yeeeeellow!" he gasped, before bucking against the belt.

Candy's muzzle dropped as she felt the rabbit explode inside her. Torrents of cum filled her. Even more gushed back out of her aching holes. The bunny's massive balls, as big as grapefruits, jerked and dragged, pulling up and releasing on their own as they fed cum through the oversized cocks. Candy's claws sunk into the thick fur around Arco's neck as she pushed down eagerly, cumming again as the bunny filled her up with inch after inch of hot maleness.

"Well, that looks like it's over for Arco!" the otter host said, eyes wide at the mess the bunny was making of Candy's backside. "Let's give him a big hand! And his opponent... Candy!"

The vixen let out a squeal of delight as she bucked hard over the thick cocks, knees digging into Arco's sides. Stagehands tried to get close enough to free the rabbit, but backed off in a hurry when Candy snarled and snapped at them.

"Not 'til I'm finished!" she moaned.

The host grinned and turned to the camera. "Well, we could be here a while," he said, glancing back at Arco, who was panting and moaning, eyes squeezed shut, both magnificent cocks stretching out the female riding them. "But we'll be right back with more of... A Matter of Inches!"

* COMMERCIAL BREAK *

Round 3: Avendrel

"Please welcome our next contestant... Avendrel!"

A slim white feline with light purple hair made his way down the steps of the bleacher seats towards the stage. A light, open vest hung around his shoulders, leaving his slim purple chest and belly exposed. Tight shorts clung to his skinny hips, outlining his smooth rump.

The feline's tail flicked back and forth as he stood next to the otter. At five-foot-seven, he was a few inches taller than the host.

"Welcome to the show, Avendrel! Where are you from?"

"I'm from New York," Avendrel said, glancing down at his bare paws. His toes, like his fingers and the tips of his ears, had a light coat of purple fuzz on them.

"Well, while you get ready, let's see what options the Wheel has for us!"

Stagehands led Avendrel to the center of the stage, where they strapped him into the Square. The skinny feline gasped as they cinched the belt around his hips, leaving him immobilized. His long white tail flexed behind him, above the splash of purple between his bare rump cheeks.

"Will you accept your fate and spin the Wheel?" the host asked, standing ready next to the large red button on the left side of the stage.

THE WHEEL:

1. Mul-tit-plification

2. Tentacle Terrors

3. Audience Choice

4. Muscle Magic

5. Bigger is Better

6. Gender Switcher

7. Hybridizer: Fox

8. Attack of the Megatail

A black wolf in the audience shouted something, but the microphones didn't pick it up. The host's ear flicked as he waited for Avendrel's response.

"Eh, whatever, I guess I'll spin," Avendrel said. "I just hope I don't get muscles!"

The otter slapped his palm down over the button. All the options on the screen above the stage lit up, then blinked out one by one as beeps and other electronic noises echoed around the stage. Finally, only one option was left.

"Bigger is Better!" the otter announced, to catcalls and cheers from the audience.

Avendrel's large purple eyes blinked rapidly as he felt the free three doses, his reward for spinning, flow down the IV line into his arm. He panted and meowed cutely as a warm feeling spread from his arm, into his skinny, fluffy torso, and down his legs. His long whiskers twitched as he felt arousal build up between his legs, though his small sheath remained safely tucked in as yet.

"One more thing to decide, Avendrel," the host said, motioning to the right side of the stage and the curtains. "It's time to pick your opponent!"

The names above the curtains reflected the gender of the Fluffer behind. In hot pink, the name "Habanero" flashed on, then, in blue, "Logjam." The last name, in purple, was "Blizzard."

"Who will it be, Avendrel?"

"Umm... I think... Logjam?"

Immediately Logjam's theme music began to play. The curtain under his name rose, revealing a short, skinny silhouette. A huge, flat tail thwacked against the floor several times in rhythm with the music. A slender pair of hips led into a slightly broader chest, and a round, blunt outline of a face, illuminated as it was from behind by the bright spotlight.

The beaver walked down the steps with a jump in his steps. A tight jock strap clung to his hips, strapping around his round bubble butt. Big front teeth rested over his lower lip as he strode towards the short feline, jock strap bulging with a half-hard stiffy.

It was hard to tell who was more feminine, Avendrel or Logjam. Logjam may have won - he had glitter around his eyes and a glowstick hanging down the center of his skinny chest. The beaver grinned as he checked out his opponent for the round and licked his lips, then smacked his flat rudder against the floor again.

"Nobody can outclass, out-dance, or out-screw me!" he announced, squaring his shoulders off to the skinny white and purple cat. "What chance do you think you've got?"

The host grinned as he watched Avendrel's eyes scan the beaver's lithe body.

"Logjam, you can begin as soon as I finish asking the first question," the otter said. "Avendrel, are you ready?"

The squirming feline nodded, wrists and ankles flexing in his straps as the confident, cocky beaver stared him down.

"Here we go! Question 1: Beatniks are known for wearing what color of clothing?"

"Mmf... I remember watching Doug as a kid, and his sister was like, the definition of beatnik," Avendrel said, ears twitching as he watched Logjam approach. "She wore black and purple."

"Black is correct! Black and purple would be for the goths," the host said.

Logjam stroked his palms down Avendrel's chest and belly, and then went straight for the skinny feline's cock. Avendrel gasped as the beaver's fingers massaged his sheath and nuts, getting him hard within moments as the transformational chemicals pumped down the IV line into his arm. Avendrel moaned as his cock stretched out into Logjam's waiting fingers. His whole body felt strange, like he was getting pulled from both ends. He curled his toes and gasped as the beaver rolled the head of his cock around in his palm.

"Mmmm... yeah, you're not gonna last long," Logjam said.

Avendrel shuddered, gasping as the beaver dropped to his knees, muzzle diving around the feline's stiffness. Foreplay was obviously not one of Logjam's specialties, but it didn't matter - the beaver's muzzle was magnificent. Warm, tight, and teasing. Avendrel had no idea how Logjam kept his teeth out of the way - the chompers in the front were huge - but somehow it worked, and he found himself pushing into the back of the beaver's muzzle and gasping for breath.

"Question 2: What is the name of the coolest girl gang in the movie Grease?"

Spittle dripped from Logjam's chin as he worked his muzzle back and forth over Avendrel's cock, getting it wet and dripping. The skinny femboi feline moaned loudly, trembling in his restraints, tail lifting to reveal his pert rump. Logjam lifted his paws, reached around, and grasped both cheeks, pulling them apart lewdly. Avendrel cried out, eyes shut tight, as the beaver swallowed his tip again and again.

"Ah! Ahhh... the Pink... Ladies!" Avendrel gasped.

"Correct!"

The white and purple feline's neck strained upwards as his whole figure grew larger. He retained the same proportions - skinny chest, small hips, nice round butt - but just larger as he grew taller, inch after inch. His thick pelt struggled to keep up as he reached five and a half feet.

Logjam grunted and pulled off, licking his lips and front teeth, pleased with himself. Avendrel's cock was already on the edge, throbbing and dripping. Logjam smacked his rudder against the stage floor.

"Huh... you aren't even a challenge. Let's make this interesting..."

Avendrel shivered as his cock jerked in midair, cool air caressing it. Logjam disappeared behind him as the host readied the next question.

"Question 3: What is the motto of the Boy Scouts?"

Avendrel squeaked as the beaver grabbed at his rump, digging fingers into his firm flesh.

"I had a few friends in the scouts," he gasped, trying to ignore the way those paws were tickling under his tail. "Be prepared, right?"

"Correct!"

"Yipe!"

Avendrel's surprised exclamation cut through the applause as Logjam's fingers pushed forward. The growing white and purple feline gasped as the slick digits stretched out his tail hole.

"Good thing I was prepared with a whole lotta lube," Logjam said, getting a laugh out of the audience. Applause followed as the beaver went to work, eagerly teasing the bound contestant.

Avendrel gasped and moaned, wriggling in his restraints, as the club beaver worked his rump open. He kept growing larger too, until he hit six feet, more than eight inches taller than Logjam. The beaver grinned as he smacked Avendrel's rump with his free paw. The feline moaned again, loudly.

"Question 4: What sense is linked most closely to memory?" the host asked.

Avendrel's muzzle snapped shut as the beaver smacked his rump again, then panted and moaned, whiskers twitching as his tight tail hole clenched around the invading fingers.

"T-that would be sme-eeellll!"

"Correct!"

Avendrel's erection, matching the growth of his body, flexed upwards as the beaver pushed his fingers deeper. Over six feet now, the feline still looked slim and feminine, despite his height. All of his proportions remained the same.

"Ooh, now this is an ass!" Logjam said happily. He pulled his fingers free of Avendrel's twitching rump, then signaled to the stagehands for a stool. The short beaver had to use it to be able to reach the feline's ass.

Logjam grasped the waistband of his jockstrap and pulled it down, letting it snap under his balls. He was well hung for a short male. Almost a foot of thick, hard beaver shaft jutted from his hips, hardening immediately. The length was thick, too, thicker than his own wrist. Blinking his glittery eyes, Logjam let his rudder tail swing behind him as he slid forward, pressing his length between Avendrel's cheeks. The feline gasped at the surprising thickness as the cameras focused on his rump, catching the view of his purple-furred cheeks flex around the stiff pink length.

Avendrel bit his lower lip, stifling a moan as the beaver guided the tip to his tight hole. Already lubed, Logjam had little trouble shoving forward and leaned into the tall, skinny femboi's backside, wrapping his arms around to clutch at Avendrel's belly and chest.

Avendrel cried out, jerking in the restraints as inch after inch of thick maleness spread him open. The subby femboi tried to push backwards and growled with frustration as he fought his restraints.

"Question 5: What baseball player squats an average of 300 times during a doubleheader?"

"The... the catcher?" Avendrel asked between gritted teeth.

"Correct!"

The feline's growth accelerated as the next dose hit him. Soon he was seven feet tall and Logjam had to strain on his tiptoes on the stool in order to stay inside him. Stagehands brought out a stepladder for the beaver and helped him move onto it. Avendrel gasped as he felt the male's thickness pump in firmly, filling him up even as he grew larger, though he retained his slim figure.

The purple and white cat wriggled in his restraints as Logjam pawed at him. The beaver humped forward, arms unable to reach all the way around Avendrel's chest anymore, instead gripping his thick fur for stability. Avendrel's own erection, larger now due to his increased height, flexed upwards, spurting pre-cum every time Logjam bottomed out inside his tight rump.

The beaver had to move to the top of the stepladder as Avendrel surged in size, growing past eight feet. The feline's tail wrapped around his hips, pulling him harder, as his thick, foot-long erection pounded forward. Avendrel gasped and moaned eagerly, high-pitched voice cracking a few times as the beaver slammed into his rear.

"Question 6," the host said. "What do you fear will stick to the roof of your mouth if you have arachibutyrophobia?"

"Sounds... like... spiders... but they don't... stick to your mouth," Avendrel gasped, voice catching every time Logjam's oversized dick forced past his tight ring. "I'd say... peanut... butter!"

"Correct!"

Avendrel's growth continued, soon pushing the skinny feline past nine feet in height. Logjam wrapped his legs around the huge male's thighs as he humped under the skinny cat's tail, hanging from Avendrel's hips for all he was worth. The Square rose as Avendrel grew, adjusting to the femboi's increased height. His cock jerked and flexed, huge now, though still small when compared to his overall size. Ropes of pre-cum spurted out the tip and splattered over the floor in front of him as the eager beaver kept pumping his rump.

Avendrel gasped, curled his fingers, bit his lip. He could feel the edge fast approaching as Logjam fucked him, driving him to his orgasm. The beaver couldn't reach around to grab his cock as he hit nine and a half feet - it was too far away.

"Question 7: What country's flag is made up of the Union Jack and the Southern Cross?" the host asked, craning his neck upwards to see the slim feline's face so high above him.

Avendrel huffed and his ears twitched. He pursed his lips, trying to force the words out, but every time he tried, the beaver slammed into him again. The thick foot long shaft kept increasing the pressure on his prostate, making his rump tingle so pleasurably...

"Aus... Australiaaaa!"

By the final syllable, Avendrel was shooting thick ropes of white jizz high into the air. Logjam let out a surprised grunt and held himself inside as the feline's tight rump clenched around him. He gripped the back of the skinny, ten-foot-tall male as the big cat came. Logjam grunted again as he felt his own orgasm hit, brought on by the tight warmth of Avendrel's flexing hips. He gasped and leaned back, paws clutching at Avendrel's sides, and pushed in hard, flooding the feline with beaver cum.

Avendrel's knees trembled as he let his head fall back. His long tail wrapped around Logjam, holding the beaver deep inside.

"Wow! What a finish for Avendrel and Logjam!" the host said. "With that final correct answer, it looks like our contestant is finished! Let's give him a hand!"

Stagehands with stepstools came out and unbuckled the oversized femboi. He dropped to all fours and shuddered, hips arching back as Logjam's feet found the floor. The beaver grunted and smacked the cat's rump a few times as he finished, a big grin plastered over his face and oversized front teeth. Avendrel shivered and purred, head falling between his arms.

Despite being just over ten feet tall, twice his original height, Avendrel's body looked exactly the same: same skinny chest, same tiny hips, same cute muzzle and long whiskers. His cock sprayed seed over the floor as the chemicals helped him achieve a monster of an orgasm - with his increased size, the pleasure increased as well.

The host watched as thick cum ran down the back of the feline's thighs and gestured for the cameras to zoom in on it. Logjam saluted saucily as he leaned forward, relaxing inside the spent feline.

"That's all for now, ladies and gents! We'll be right back with more of A Matter of Inches!" the otter said, backing up from the spreading mess on the studio floor.

* COMMERCIAL BREAK *

Round 4: Dr. Bored

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches!" the host said, smiling his fuzzy brown face right into the camera. "Let's welcome our next contestant... Kaze!"

A jubilant hiss erupted in the stands, halfway to the back. A 25-foot-long snake pumped his arms into the air as he slithered down the steps and onto the stage. White scales glinted under the bright studio lights as he rested his coils underneath him next to the host. Leg-less, Kaze's lower half was one huge snake tail.

"Welcome to the show, Kaze! Where are you from?"

"I'm from America's cock, Florida!" Kaze said, grinning broadly.

"That's... great? Anyways, let's get you ready to play... A Matter of Inches!"

Stagehands led Kaze over to the Square, where they strapped in his wrists and the belt around his hips after the snake discarded his jacket and loincloth-like covering over his crotch. Exposed, he had a slim, fit torso and long, lean arms. A slit at his hips housed his maleness, retracted for now.

The snake had shoulder-length dark green hair that matched the color of his eyes. When his tongue flicked out nervously, the cameras picked it up in slow-mo. It was the same dark green.

The stagehands weren't sure what to do with the twenty-odd feet of snake. Normally a contestant's ankles were strapped in. Velcro strips were brought forward. The stagehands wrapped them around Kaze's tail in four places, attaching his lower half firmly to the sides of the Square.

"If you look up, Kaze, you'll see our Wheel," the host said. "Will you accept your fate - and your three free doses of our patented transformational chemicals - and spin the Wheel?"

THE WHEEL:

1. Mul-tit-plification

2. Tentacle Terrors

3. Audience Choice

4. Muscle Magic

5. Gender Switcher

6. Hybridizer: Fox

7. Attack of the Megatail

8. Horsecockitis

"Looks good to me!" Kaze said happily. "I'll go for the Wheel!"

The otter slapped his paw on the large red button on the left side of the stage and watched as the Wheel's large LED screen lit up, highlighting all the options. One at a time they blinked off, leaving just one lit up.

"Mul-tit-plification!" the host announced.

The three bonus doses drizzled down the IV line into Kaze's arm. The large snake shivered and wriggled in-between the steel bars, testing the strength of the contraption. It held him securely, no matter how he flexed his long lower body. A warm heat spread through him, filling him up and making him gasp.

"One more thing, Kaze, before we get started. Time to choose your opponent!"

The names above the curtains on the right side of the stage lit up. "Warbucks" in blue, "Habanero" in pink, and "Blizzard" in purple.

"Who will you pit yourself against, Kaze?"

Kaze paused only a moment before deciding.

"Some tough choices, but zesty Habanero sounds delish."

"Very well... let's meet your opponent... Habanero!"

The curtain under Habanero's name pulled up, revealing a black outline of a plump female figure. Her music pumped and thumped, heavy on the base, as she swung her hips back and forth in front of the bright backlight that silhouetted her. A long tail waved off to the side as she swung herself around, then stepped down the steps.

The lioness purred loudly as she came into view. An overstuffed white sports bra with the show's logo barely contained a heavy pair of tits. Thick golden fur and flesh pushed out over the hem, threatening to split the seams as she jiggled her way across the stage. A fat booty bounced as she swung her hips again. White shorts, also with the show's logo, couldn't quite cover her entire ample bottom, revealing the upper part of both cheeks.

The lioness's purrs turned into a growl as she walked around Kaze, checking him out.

"Sure, he's long," she said to the host. "But is he strong?"

Habanero's bouncing theme song died off as the host readied his note cards. The big lioness, almost seven feet tall, teased a claw down the large ruffle of fur pushing from between her breasts, and winked at Kaze. The white snake's maleness pushed out of his slit, growing hard in just a few moments as the lioness cocked her head, grinning at him lustily.

"Oh, I'm doomed," he muttered, shaking his head.

"Damn straight," Habanero said, hefting her breasts. "These babies ain't never let me down."

"Okay, Habanero. You can begin after I ask the first question," the otter said, moving towards the side of the stage. "Kaze? Are you ready?"

The snake swallowed, flicked out his tongue to taste Habanero's scent - just as spicy as he could have imagined - and nodded weakly, green cock already throbbing against his lower belly. Between Habanero's overwhelming scent and the three doses of chemicals he'd been given, Kaze wasn't sure how much he'd be able to take.

"Question 1: The humerus bone is also known as what?"

"You couldn't mean... the funny boohhhh Jesus Christ!"

"Correct!"

Kaze's eyes went wide as he watched Habanero spin around, lean over, paws on her thighs, and jiggle her rump. It bounced up and down rapidly, flesh wriggling like a waterbed. The lioness's long tail waved above her as she demonstrated her goods for the aroused snake, he hissed as he saw her do the lewd dance for several long seconds.

When she turned around and straightened up, she pulled off her sports bra, letting both massive orbs spill out. They were huge, big enough to droop, pulled down by gravity. They rested on top of her pudgy, smooth belly. The nipples at the cap of each breast were thick as beer cans and nearly as long. She grabbed them, stroking them, purring loudly as she advanced.

"I wonder if yours will get this big," the lioness said.

Kaze looked confused for a moment, then hissed as her paws shot out and tweaked the small nubs of tight-knit scales on his chest. The new nipples felt amazing in her paws as she caressed them and he wriggled in his restraints as another pair formed below them, then a third yet on his belly. The lioness grinned as she pressed her palms flat to Kaze's chest and leaned in, feeling the growing breasts push back against her paws. Her muzzle leaned in until she could nip at his chin and jawline. The snake gasped, her intoxicatingly hot scent overwhelming him as her heat radiated outwards.

"Question 2: What Dickens character said, 'Please, sir, I want some more'?"

"Dicks... dicks... dicks... Oliver Twist!" Kaze said, deep in a lustful haze.

"Correct!"

"Twist, huh?" Habanero purred. Her fingers did just that to his nipples, one after another, making him moan and squirm, long coils rippling around underneath him.

Thick pre-cum dribbled out of his full cock, sliding down the dark green length and over the stretched slit, then down his white scales. Habanero purred as she fondled his growing green nipples, teasing each one expertly as her own bounced around between her arms, full and heavy. Kaze watched, wide-eyed, as she slid up against him, grinding her full stomach and warm, thick thighs around his lower body, pinning his cock. The snake moaned loudly and tried to push forward, but just as quickly as she was there, Habanero was gone, removing all that lovely, warm fur with her.

"Oh, it's not that easy, snakey," she said, teasing her nipples with her paws. "You're gonna have to earn all this by getting a few more questions right."

Kaze groaned as his cock flexed upwards, tongue flicking out constantly to taste her scent.

"Question 3: What are Alvin, Simon, and Theodore?"

Someone in the audience shouted, "Talentless!"

The host glared in their direction before turning back to Kaze.

The snake giggled. "I'd almost use that answer... but no, they're chipmunks."

"Correct!"

Habanera purred loudly and leaned forward, lips spreading. Kaze held his breath as the next dose ran down his arm, spurring the growth of the six small A-cups on his torso. Habanero's rough feline tongue dragged across each of the six in turn. The lioness suckled on them as well, making Kaze's dick feel like it would pop right then and there. Her claws scratched over his scales teasingly as her muzzle went to work. All the while, her own arousal filled the air, making it hard for the snake to think straight. Well, he was thinking straight, for sure, but focusing on anything but the feline's chest and hips was nigh impossible.

Her smooth paw pads gripped his cock, gently caressing the head for a moment. She lifted her paw up to her muzzle and licked it clean, making sure Kaze watched her every move.

"Question 4: The Jazz Singer was the first movie to ever be filmed with what included?"

Kaze's lower jaw quivered as Habanero's tongue tortured his growing chest. Six nice B-cups hung off his chest now, each capped with a dark green nipple as thick as his thumb.

"Aw jeez... jizz... uh... what's it called... synchronized dialogue?"

"Judges?" The otter looked offstage and nodded. "Okay, close enough! The answer is sound."

Kaze didn't hear any of the host's response - he was too busy moaning as the lioness's jaws opened. Her teeth caught one of his new nipples and nibbled on it, sending paroxysms of pleasure through his entire 25-foot length. As each tit increased in size, his cock throbbed more and more, soon spurting cups of pre-cum every minute.

Habanero smiled as she stood and stretched, her graceful, svelte body rippling with the pleasant excess pounds she carried. Her paws wrapped around Kaze's neck and her massive breasts pressed flat against him, rubbing over his own three growing pairs. Again her belly slid over his cock, tickling it with her plush belly fur.

"Mmmm... how bad do you want me?" she whispered to Kaze. Her tongue flicked out, much like his would, and teased the side of his cheek.

Kaze sagged in his restraints, throat dry, body on fire as the chemicals coursed through him, stimulating his pleasure centers. That alone would have been enough to make him beg for release, but with the lioness hanging on him, rubbing against him, pushing her bulk onto his smooth scales...

The snake hissed and moaned, head tipping back as Habanero's teeth nibbled under his jaw. He pulled at the restraints on his wrists as his breasts grew another cup size before she backed off and the otter asked the next question.

"Question 5: True or false: Alfred Hitchcock never won an Oscar except for a lifetime achievement award."

Kaze shuddered again before he could reply. "Never? Wait... that's a negative... so... true!" he gasped, watching as ropes of pre-cum sailed from his aching cocktip and splattered over Habanero's round belly, soaking her creamy fur down. She purred at him lustily and weaved her hips and tail side to side.

"Now you're gonna get it, snakey," she said.

"Correct!" the otter said quickly, before Habanero could distract the snake further.

The lioness's paws groped at Kaze's chest as she leaned in and lifted a leg, wrapping it around his backside, draping the calf around his lower coils. Her warm pussy ground forward, squeezing against the thick base of the snake's shaft as one arm curled around his neck. The other paw remained on Kaze's upper breast, squeezing the large C-cup firmly. Kaze grunted and leaned his head down, straining to reach for the lioness's nipples. She hefted her tit up and the snake swallowed the beer can-thick nipple easily, eyes closing with lust as he tasted her.

"Ooh, yes!" Habanero cried, pulling her hips back.

She pushed forward, paw going down to guide Kaze's thickness into her. As she pushed down, gasping at the girth of the snake's maleness, Kaze's mouth squeezed around her aching nipple, sending fire through Habanero's veins. Her claws teased his nipples as she pushed herself happily down his length, taking inch after inch of his chemically-enhanced dick, until her furry hips ground into his smooth white scales.

"Question 7," the host said, trying to be heard above their passionate lovemaking.

He didn't get further than that. Kaze's head pulled back, leaving a wet, hard nipple behind. A loud hissed choked off into a groan as he came. Habanero's eyes widened as she felt the snake's warmth flood her wet pussy. She squeezed in closer, rubbing her breasts over his, holding him tightly as she rode out his orgasm, loving how productive he was.

The otter watched, wide-eyed, at the flood of white jizz running down the insides of Habanero's legs. He almost forgot what his job was.

"Well... wow... that's... Christ, that's a lot of... ahem," he said, coughing. "Okay, that's all for Kaze!"

The audience cheered as Habanero moaned and panted, grinding herself over the snake's stiff erection, having already reached multiple orgasms herself. Her huge tits and ample rump jiggled as stagehands freed the snake, who immediately wrapped his arms and coils around the lioness. She let out a cry of pleasure as she disappeared into his white coils, still impaled on his hugeness. Flashes of golden fur, white scaled-breasts, and thick spurts of cum could be seen amongst the rippling snake tail.

"Oooh, right in the ass!" Habanero screamed, muffled in the scales. "Oh, God, yes!"

The otter coughed again and looked away, hoping the chubby in his suit pants wasn't so noticeable.

"That's all for Kaze and-"

"Harder! Harder!"

"-Habanero, everyone! Let's give them another round of applause!"

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

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A Matter of Inches: Episode 3

A NEW Transformation-Based Game Show!

A Matter of Inches is a game show where contestants must answer questions while strapped into the Square, a rectangular metal frame that keeps their wrists and ankles immobilized. Contestants are sucked, fucked, and milked to get them to cum as soon as possible. The longer they last, the more TF chemicals they get.

All stories are written live on a stream and players are chosen at random from volunteers in the stream chat.

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Round 1: Tiana

The otter host grinned for the cameras as the theme music tapered off. The audience applause died down a few moments later.

"Welcome to the show! You all know how to play, so let's get started with our first contestant... Please welcome Tiana!"

A six-foot phoenix stood up and ran down the steps to the stage. Purple feathers coated her upper body; longer feathers pulled back behind her head in a tight ponytail wagged up and down as she hopped up next to the host. She grinned happily, excited to have been called up, and smoothed out the green tube top and shorts wrapped around her chest and hips.

Her large D-cups bounced as she hopped up and down on orange-scaled three-toed talons. Her fingers clutched at the microphone the otter held out to her.

"Welcome to the show, Tiana! Where are you from?"

"Born in Michigan, live in Makina!" she said excitedly.

"Well, we're happy to have you on the show," the otter said. "Let's get you ready to play... A Matter of Inches!"

The otter ducked as the phoenix tore off her tube top and shorts, then held her arms and legs out to be strapped into the large steel frame in the center of the stage. She wriggled with excitement, feathers fluffing out across her body, as the clamps fastened.

"Tiana, will you accept your fate and spin the Wheel?" the host asked, motioning to the large LED screen hung high above the stage floor.

THE WHEEL:

1. Tentacle Terrors

2. Audience Choice

3. Muscle Magic

4. Gender Switcher

5. Hybridizer: Fox

6. Attack of the Megatail

7. Horsecockitis

8. The Incredible Shrinking Contestant

"Hell yeah, cutie!" Tiana said eagerly.

The host slapped the large red button on top of a metal pole on the left side of the stage. The Wheel highlighted every option before blinking them off one at a time until only a single one remained.

"Megatail!" the host said. The audience applauded as the first three doses ran down the IV line into her arm. She moaned as warmth spread through her chest and belly, the initial effects hitting the hundred-pound, six-foot phoenix quickly thanks to her small mass.

"One more detail to take care of, Tiana," the host said, gesturing towards the right-hand side of the stage, where three curtains hung below three name tags. "It's time to choose your opponent!"

The name plates lit up in bright neon. "Mabel" in pink, "Warbucks" in blue, and "Blizzard" in purple.

"Ooh, they all sound good!" Tiana said, shivering with excitement. "But I want Blizzard!"

Blizzard's theme music began to play as the curtain rose. A bright spotlight shone from behind the silhouetted figure. A pair of heavy breasts swung side to side as shi dropped down into a crouch, then stood again, turning to the side so the male bulge in her shorts caught the shadow.

Shi stepped down the stairs slowly, a huge grin on her blue muzzle. The dragoness wore only a tight white sports bra with the show's logo on one breast. A pair of tight white bikini briefs clutched hir hips, outlining a thick male shaft crawling around hir side. A pair of heavy nuts bulged below.

The dragoness's smooth blue scales knit together tightly, forming a shimmering layer of skin atop a powerful, muscular form. Long white hair fell around her shoulders and a pair of pointed ears. Oversized, black-clawed feet padded over the floor as she stalked towards Tiana, a playful grin on her long snout.

"Here, birdy birdy," she called out teasingly. "Polly want a good dicking?"

The dragoness's large wings spread for a moment before settling back around hir shoulders. The inner membranes, a darker blue than the rest of hir shimmered under the studio lights as shi ran hir fingers down hir belly, past the firm muscles under hir scales, and squeezed the thick tube of cock straining at hir tight bikini brief.

Tiana stared at the pale blue dragoness breathlessly and squirmed as a large claw tickled under her chin.

"Oooh, I love dragons!" she gasped.

"Then you're gonna love me," Blizzard said, hir voice a throaty rumble.

"Alright, Blizzard. You may begin as soon as I finish asking the first question," the host said, pulling out his question cards. "Tiana, are you ready?"

"Yes!"

"Very well! Question 1: What document begins with the line, 'When in the course of human events...'?"

Tiana moaned as Blizzard's claws pushed forward, fluffing up the phoenix's purple feathers around her neck and breasts. The dragoness shoved hir hips forward, grinding the meaty bulge of maleness over the avian's belly, letting hir feel just how thick and hard it was.

"Oh! The Declaration of Independence!" Tiana gasped, squirming as Blizzard's tongue flicked over her beak, tickling along the top and edges of the orange mouth.

"Correct!"

Tiana moaned as she felt another dose of chemicals run down the IV line into her arm. She panted and almost squawked as the dragon's hands closed around her hips, squeezing and pulling her in the restraints. She could feel the maleness grind forward over her downy belly feathers and shuddered as Blizzard leaned in, whispering into her ears.

"Time to play with the birdie," the dragoness said, claws teasing their way around Tiana's backside. "Try not to scream... too much."

Blizzard leaned into Tiana's back and wrapped her hands around the phoenix's front, cupping the large D-cups. Shi hefted them experimentally, judging their weight, and licked Tiana's neck teasingly.

"Question 2: What current branch of the U.S. military had a corps of only 50 soldiers when World War 1 broke out?"

Tiana crooned as Blizzard's hips ground forward. The dragoness grinned as hir long hair fell around Tiana's shoulders. She slid hir muzzle up next to the phoenix's beak and yanked hir shorts down, letting the thick blue dragonstalk climb upwards. Tiana moaned again as she felt the dragon slide forward, grinding the fat length along her lower back, just above her tail feathers.

"Aiiiir force!" she gasped, jerking in the restraints, pulling against the broad band around her hips that kept her from moving too much.

The dragoness grinned as shi gripped the base of hir thickness and teased it under Tiana's tail feathers. Shi was a good two feet taller than the phoenix and had several hundred pounds on the bird, so shi tried to be careful as shi pressed forward, stretching the bird's cloaca wide. Tiana screeched and wriggled, gasping for breath as the dragon shoved in roughly, hands moving back to clutch and massage the phoenix's heavy breasts.

"Correct!" the otter said, eyes wide at the lewd display. He fumbled for his next card as the dragoness pumped in deep and hard, over and over, until hir heavy thighs slapped against Tiana's upright tail feathers.

"Oh! Oh! Ooooh!" Tiana moaned, head lurching back and forth. "Yes!"

Blizzard grinned at the camera and leaned back, letting the operator move in for a good view of hir over-thick shaft sinking into the phoenix. The avian clutched around hir tightly, body tight and light. Blizzard shivered as hir heavy balls danced under hir aching shaft. Shi had to be careful or shi'd finish before the bird did, and shi didn't want that.

"Question 3: Which president of the United States said, 'I'm the president of the United States and I'm not going to eat any more broccoli'?"

"Uuuuuhhh! George Bush!" Tiana cried out.

Blizzard grinned as shi felt large tail feathers crawl up hir front, tickling at hir breasts, still contained in the tight white sports bra. The phoenix's plumage grew longer and more majestic, turning a dazzling variety of colors and shades, from orange and red to blue and purple. The feathers kept growing, larger and longer, until Blizzard fought to keep them from shoving her away from the phoenix's tight back.

Blizzard's claws snagged on Tiana's feathers as shi humped forward eagerly, sliding deep, until every inch of hir immense stalk sunk deep inside the crooning avian. Tiana's body felt like it was on fire. The chemicals increased her arousal to unbearable levels as she fought not to cum, to resist the pleasure just a little longer. Her tail feathers twitched and shook, spreading and clutching, as her body squeezed down around the invading shaft.

"Question 4: Border, Leicester, and Corriedale are all breeds of what?"

Tiana took a few moments of beak-clenching before she could answer.

"Unf! Dogs! Bark bark!"

The otter stared at the phoenix for a moment, then shook his head and shrugged. "Correct!"

By this point, and with the seventh dose of transformational chemicals on the way, Tiana's tail feathers were magnificent. They stretched past Blizzard's head, huge and thick, all manner of colors. The dragon had to lean back, letting them caress her chest and belly, as shi shoved hir hips forward and held hirself inside Tiana. Blizzard wriggled back and forth, moving hir cock around inside the phoenix's tight cloaca, until the avian began to croon low and long.

Wishing she could last longer, but unable to hold out, Tiana's whole body shivered, sending her feathered tits shaking and quivering. She closed her eyes tightly, opened her beak, and squawked as she came.

Blizzard grinned and flashed the host a thumbs up as shi felt the avian squeeze even tighter around hir cock. Shi closed hir eyes and grinned, luxuriating in the tightness as shi let hirself be drawn over the edge as well.

Tiana's eyes went wide as she felt the big dragoness grind into her, followed by a thick burst of warm fluid. Her orange scaled-legs were soon drenched in excessive dragon seed as Blizzard pulled out, painting under her tail feathers with ropes of jizz.

Blizzard groaned and leaned forward, pushing Tiana's long, peacock-like tail feathers forward, and squeezed her breasts to the female's back.

"Good job," she whispered, licking the side of Tiana's beak.

"That's all for Tiana, folks!" the host announced, to a large round of applause. "Let's give her a big hand for lasting so long!"

"Wanna meet me later?" Tiana gasped, wiggling her huge tail feathers.

"We'll be right back with more of A Matter of Inches!" the host said.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

Round 2: Herion

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches!" the host announced. "We're very happy to introduce our next contestant... Herion!"

A surprised, but happy white wolf in the audience jumped to his feet. The lupine grinned broadly as he trotted down the steps to the stage, dressed casually in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. Short-cropped blue hair waved between his ears and his yellow eyes blinked rapidly as the spotlights blinded him momentarily.

The otter held a microphone up and the wolf leaned into it.

"Hello, everybody!"

The audience shouted "Hello!" back before the host took control of the microphone again.

"Thanks for being here, Herion. Where are you from?"

"From good old Germany!" the white wolf said excitedly.

"Great to have you! Let's get you ready to play... A Matter of Inches!"

Stagehands hustled the wolf towards the Square and helped him strip down. The wolf had a good body - not too thick, not too thin, but settling in happily around average. A white-furred sheath hung from his hips, already bulging up a little as he panted happily, tail wagging behind him as his wrists and ankles were secured to the steel bars.

The otter walked over to the pedestal with the big red Wheel button. His palm hovered over it as he spoke.

"Herion, will you accept your fate and spin the Wheel?"

THE WHEEL:

1. Tentacle Terrors

2. Turnin' Herm

3. Audience Choice

4. Muscle Magic

5. Gender Switcher

6. Hybridizer: Fox

7. Horsecockitis

8. The Incredible Shrinking Contestant

"Let us spin the Wheel! No risk, no fun," the German wolf said, grinning.

"Here we go!" said the host, slapping at the button.

Above the stage, the digital Wheel flashed and beeped, illuminating all the options before blanking them out one by one, until only a single one was left.

"Audience Choice!" the otter said. He turned towards the crowd. "Okay... everyone please use the handset on the chair in front of you to punch in your choice. You have one minute to vote!"

The otter waited a full minute, then glanced at a stagehand who flashed him numbers on his fingers. He turned towards Herion, still strapped up in the Square, and smiled.

"Well, Herion... the audience has chosen... Gender Switcher!"

Cheers and applause washed over the stage as Herion gulped and glanced down at his sheath. It twitched as the three bonus doses of chemicals he received in exchange for spinning the Wheel ran down the IV line into his arm. Warmth spread through his chest and belly, spreading to all his extremities. He felt light-headed for a few moments as arousal surged through him, but though his sheath bulged, he didn't grow erect.

Herion whined as his cock ached, but wouldn't grow. It remained flaccid, tucked safely inside his tight white sheath, even as his nipples flared, growing sensitive and firm, a light pink pushing out from his thick white pelt.

Ignoring the moaning wolf, the otter walked to the other side of the stage and gestured towards the three curtains.

"Time to pick your opponent, Herion. Who will it be?"

Three names flashed in neon above the curtains: "Mabel" in pink, "Warbucks" in blue, and "Jiji" in purple.

"Time to start shopping for panties!" someone called out from the audience, sending a ripple of laughter through the studio.

Herion ignored the jibe and grinned. "I will choose... Jiji! Come out!"

The Fluffer's theme music started up and the curtain under hir name rose, revealing a black silhouette. A bright light shone from behind, outlining hir features - two pairs of heavy breasts hanging off hir chest and, as shi turned to the side, a male bulge that pushed out from hir hips, though it was obviously kept in by a pair of shorts. The silhouette moved slowly at first, then faster, rubbing paws up and down hir body as hir tail lashed behind hir.

Shi stepped down the stairs slowly, in time with the music, and grinned at the cameras sharply as hir body came into view.

Two sports bras clutched hir ample breasts, holding them in, though the flesh spilled over the hems and seams. Upper and lower sets pushed together, squishing against each other as shi walked. One thick maleness was indeed curled over in hir tight stretchy white shorts, but another thick shaft pushed down one leg. The black tip barely peed out of the leg hole as shi strutted across the stage, hips swinging.

The applause - and Jiji's theme music - faded out as shi leaned in towards the bound contestant, grinning sharply.

"I'm gonna double your pleasure, double your fun," shi purred. "And there's no way you're gonna last more than five questions!"

Herion just stared at the tiger's ample breasts and licked his lips. "Wow... am I still alive? Or did I die and go to paradise?"

The wolf whined as Jiji reached between his legs and squeezed his sheath.

"Just wanted to get a feel for it before it's gone," shi purred. "I'm gonna enjoy breaking in your pussy, little wolf."

The otter host cleared his throat and nodded at the double-stuffed tiger.

"Jiji, you may begin as soon as I finish asking the first question," he said. "Herion... are you ready?"

"I'm ready to start the fun!" the white wolf said, remarkably upbeat in the face of losing his maleness - although the well-built tiger threatening to do all sorts of fun things to him surely helped ease his disappointment.

"Here we go! Question 1: Michael J. Fox and Einstein appear in what movie together?"

"Back to the Future or Zurück in die Zukunft!" Herion said quickly, before the tiger could get hir claws in him.

He moaned loudly as shi did just that, digging one paw into the flesh of his sheath and the other into his chest, squeezing at his skin and massaging his maleness. It flexed against hir paw, but refused to grow. In fact, the tiger could feel it shrinking against hir palm. Shi purred as hir claws tickled over Herion's nipples, making him moan loudly as shi played with the sensitive nubs.

The herm's twins throbbed in hir tight shorts as shi toyed with the wolf, watching him wriggle and squirm as his sheath slowly disappeared into the thick fur of his crotch. Jiji rubbed him the whole while, teasing his maleness between her fingers, first four, then three as it grew shorter and thinner.

"Losing it quick, wolfie," shi murmured. "Oooh, I bet you're gonna have the tightest little pussy..."

Herion gasped and struggled in the restraints as shi teased him. The tiger even leaned in and suckled on his nipples, pulling on them with hir teeth as they enlarged, growing as quickly as his maleness shrunk. Soon his balls were not even visible, pulled up into his pelt.

"Question 2: Bloodhounds have a reputation for an enhanced sense of what?"

"Oooh, God... it's the... the scent, I think," Herion gasped, trying to focus on his words as the tiger's rough tongue caressed his aching nipples.

"Correct!"

The fifth dose of chemicals ran down the IV line, making the white wolf gasp. Jiji grinned and reached for the side of the steel bar.

"You know... I wanna see how good that muzzle of yours is," shi purred.

Shi pressed a button and the large steel square rotated forward, until Herion was laid straight out, horizontal to the floor. His sheath hung down slightly, only a few scant inches long now, obviously shorter then when he first came on stage.

The wolf's eyes widened as he got a nose-full of the tiger's thick musk. Shi gripped the waist of hir shorts and teased them down, making a show of it for the cameras. The upper shaft, curled over on itself, flexed out first and thwacked the lupine on his nose. The second didn't come out until Jiji had the shorts past hir knees. Both fat, black-skinned cocks were thick, about as thick as Herion's wrist, and well over a foot long each. And they weren't even hard yet.

Herion shuddered, nostrils flaring as the tiger gripped the upper cock and rubbed it over his lips. He moaned hotly, nearly drooling as shi pressed in past his lips, sliding the fat dick over his tongue. Hir lower cock pressed against his neck as shi pushed forward slowly, feeding him inch after inch, making his cheeks bulge as he wrapped his tongue around the underside.

"Mmmm... ooh, good boy," Jiji gasped. "Or should I say, good girl?"

Herion wriggled in the restraints, toes curling and uncurling as his sheath disappeared further into his crotch. Only the barest bulge of the sheath was visible anymore and a camera zoomed in to show it pull up tight, only an inch long now. His balls were nowhere to be seen.

"Question 3," the otter said. "And Jiji, you'll have to pull out so he can answer. What TV show had a robot dog called K9?"

The tiger teased hir cock free of the white wolf's muzzle, making sure a few spurts of pre-cum hit the roof of his mouth before shi was full out.

"Answer quick, wolfie," shi said teasingly.

Herion moaned hugely as an unexpected pressure built up between his legs. His smooth crotch and hips flexed as heat built up, to unbearable levels. Still, he managed to gasp out an answer.

"Dr. Who!"

Before the host even announced the answer as correct, Jiji was feeding hir cock back down his muzzle, until the fat tip hit the back of his throat.

"Good girls know how to deep throat," the tiger purred, pushing forward.

Herion's body jerked as shi pushed into his throat proper, spreading his muzzle wide. The big herm choked off his air for a moment, silencing the building moans and whines as the pressure between his legs intensified.

Jiji gasped and moaned as shi felt the wolf's throat convulse around hir cock. Shi was content to leave it there, deep in his muzzle, as he squirmed and wriggled in his restraints, bouncing up and down as the fire burned through his veins.

By the time the tiger pulled back, giving him the opportunity to breath, Herion wasn't a male anymore.

Camera's zoomed in under the white wolf's tail, showing her clenching rump and, between her thighs, a thick, bare-skinned muff, already wet and dripping with pleasure. The wolf's cock was gone for good and a few males in the audience double-checked to make sure their equipment was still there.

Herion shuddered as Jiji pulled hir cock free, pumped a little pre-cum over the bridge of her nose, and then bent to examine the wolf's crotch.

"Well, well... what's this? Our proud lupine has lost his balls!" the tiger said teasingly, burning Herion's ears. She whined loudly as the tiger's fingers teased between her thighs, claws retracted, and drifted slowly over the bare lips of her new pussy.

"Oooh..."

"Question 4: The Plague Dogs, a novel by Richard Adams, was written after a book about a rabbit warren called what?"

Herion wracked her brain for the answer, trying to ignore the pleasant tingles as the tiger teased hir fingers over the sensitive pussy lips newly grown between her legs. The white wolf's nipples expanded quickly now, fed by a surge of hormones. Breasts formed, small A-cups for now. As the studio air swirled around her shot glass-sized nipples, the answer suddenly came to the wolf.

"Watership Down!"

"Correct!"

Jiji chose that moment, as the next dose ran down the IV line, to stuff two fingers deep into the wolf's new pussy. Herion howled and bucked, body rippling as her breasts surged in size. Feminine pleasure ran up and down her spine as the tiger dug her fingers deep between the wolf's thighs.

Jiji grinned and pulled her fingers free, then moved back around to Herion's front. She stuck her digits under the wolf's nose, forcing her to smell her own arousal, then pushed the two fingers past Herion's lips. The wolf lapped eagerly, cleaning them off, as Jiji's twins throbbed and jerked, spurting pre-cum thickly now.

"Mmmm... good girl..."

The tiger gripped the back of Herion's head in both paws and pulled down, forcing hir huge shaft deep into the new female's muzzle again. Herion gagged and squirmed as the tiger pumped forward, flooding her muzzle with clear pre-cum, until the otter asked the next question, when shi pulled out roughly, leaving the white wolf's lips glistening with pre.

"Question 5: Indiana Jones is named after his pet what?"

Jiji pressed the button on the Square, lifting the white wolf back into an upright position, then pawed at her growing breasts, easily able to cup the B-cups in hir large paws.

"Oooh.. oooh, good... Indiana was a dog!"

"Correct!"

The tall tiger grinned as shi leaned in close. "Maybe I'll let you have more than five," shi purred, licking the shock of blue hair between Herion's ears. "Otherwise I won't have a big enough pair of tits to grind."

Shi stretched hir hips forward, sliding both fat tiger stalks between Herion's B-cups, which quickly swelled into Cs. The tiger purred loudly as shi squeezed Herion's breasts together, forcing them around the two fat, pulsing shafts painting her chest with pre-cum. Herion moaned as the tiger's fingers dug into her growing nipples, with large pink nipples bigger than they ought to be for the size of breasts she possessed. Breasts and teats together increased dramatically in size as the eighth dose went to work, soon growing her chest into D-cup territory.

"Mmmm... good girl," Jiji panted, hips pumping forward, until Herion's front was a messy sea of pre-cum from the neck down to her belly.

"Oooh... I'm really worked up," the tiger said teasingly. "I think it's time to see how tight a little white wolf is..."

Herion struggled, panting and moaning, beyond ability to care at this point. The pungent smell of Jiji's musk and seed flooded hir nose and she eagerly lifted her tail as the tiger leaned against her from behind. Jiji's large paws crept around, clutching at her heavy tits, as the tiger ground forward, sliding those twins over her lower back.

"One thrust is all it's gonna take," the tiger said. "That's a promise."

Herion whined as Jiji's teeth caught the edges of her flicking ears while the host readied the next question.

"Question 6: Mickey's pet dog, Pluto, is what breed?"

Herion squirmed. Her belly had narrowed and her hips flared, giving her a highly feminine shape. Her plump rump jiggled as the tiger growled and thrust against it, hot-dogging her with both fat shafts. She panted hard, tongue hanging out, but still managed to whimper the answer despite the tiger's clutching fingers.

"Blooooooodhooooouund!"

"Correct!"

One of Jiji's paws left the squirming female's heavy breasts and dropped to hir thick shafts. Shi squeezed them together, holding them at the base, and nudged the tips forward, sliding hir paw up the spurting shafts to keep the tips together. Herion felt both huge heads poke against hir pussy and moaned loudly.

"You can't be serious!" she gasped, jerking her wrists and arms against the restraints as her tail battered at the huge tiger's twin pairs of breasts.

Jiji just laughed and leaned in, nipping at Herion's ear as hir paw groped the DD-cup breasts hanging off the new female's chest.

"A promise is a promise..."

The tiger pushed forward roughly. For a few agonizing moments, the thick twins dimpled Herion's wet pussy. Then, gradually, a tiny bit at a time, they pushed forward. Herion howled as shi felt the massive thicknesses spread her, wider and wider and wider, until she was sure the tiger would tear her right in two. Her toes clenched and unclenched, her breath came in great heaving rasps, her tail stood straight up in shock. Jiji's claws pricked her breasts as both paws went back to the heavy orbs.

When the tiger managed to get the heads in, the shafts followed more easily. Herion screamed in pleasure and threw her muzzle up into the air. The scream turned into a howl as she came hard, surrendering her virginity to the massive tiger. Floods of honey drizzled around the tiger's stalks, mixing with the clear pre-cum as Jiji pushed in deeper, no more than a quarter of the way to hilting.

The otter host clamped his jaw shut and turned away, eyes wide.

"Well... uh... wow. That's all for Herion! Let's give her a big hand and wish her a speedy recovery!"

"Awwww, Christ! Oooooh!" A string of German spilled out of Herion's muzzle as Jiji pushed in deeper. The white wolf came again, and again, a constant stream of size- and chemical-induced orgasms wracking her new female form. She panted and wriggled, her whole body clenching around the invading twins as the big tiger beamed at the camera, white fangs shining and glinting under the lights.

Jiji grunted as shi kept pushing in, not willing to stop until every inch of both thick shafts were firmly inside Herion's tense body. Shi growled at the stagehands who approached, ready to free the white wolf. They backed away from the tiger and hir lashing tail, paws up in a placating gesture.

"Just you and me, baby," shi whispered. "Mmmmph! Damn, you're tight! Here it comes!"

With a guttural roar, Jiji humped in hard, forcing the rest of hir massive pricks into the white wolf's body. The female howled again as her belly bulged, the outline of the thick heads plainly visible. The audience gasped as Jiji's orgasm hit. Both cocks thickened, then sprayed the wolf's insides with seeds, bloating her stomach outwards. Herion slumped backwards against her restraints, unable to hold herself up as yet another massive orgasm hit her.

The wolf's tail drooped as thick seed pumped into her body, flooding her completely. Jiji rested her chin on Herion's shoulder and purred, eyes closed, as shi kept pushing in, holding hir twins deep inside, heavy breasts tight Herion's backside. She clutched at the white wolf's H-cups happily, enjoying how the huge tits were so large they couldn't even fit in hir palms anymore.

"Okay... wow, again," the otter said, adjusting the bulge in his pants as he watched the attractive white-furred female's stomach grow larger and larger. "That's all for Herion! Let's give her another big hand! It's not just anyone who can take... all of that."

The audience applauded slowly, most too engrossed by the spectacle to even move as the tiger's thicknesses continued to flood the new female's stretched out pussy.

"We'll be right back with more of A Matter of Inches!"

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

Round 3: GothicPaladin

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches! Let's get right into it with our next contestant... Kevin!"

A six-foot zebra hopped out of his seat and trotted down the steps, hooves clopping against the tiled floor as he made his way onto the stage. He was tall, at six feet, but almost painfully skinny for a horse at only 140 pounds or so. He wasn't any great specimen of maleness, but he smiled enthusiastically for the cameras.

"Welcome to the show, Kevin!" the host said, holding out a microphone. "Where are you from?"

"Michigan," the zebra replied, brushing his hand back through his shaggy black hair.

"Glad to have you, Kevin. Let's get you ready to play!"

Stagehands helped the zebra into the Square, where they buckled him in after getting him undressed. The zebra had a skinny belly and lean thighs. A thin sheath hung between his legs, small for anyone but especially an equine.

"Well, Kevin, will you accept your fate and spin... the Wheel?"

The otter motioned above the stage to the large LED screen on which the digital Wheel was displayed.

THE WHEEL:

1. Tentacle Terrors

2. Turnin' Herm

3. Audience Choice

4. Muscle Magic

5. Hybridizer: Fox

6. Horsecockitis

7. The Incredible Shrinking Contestant

"I'll take the Wheel spin, I guess," Kevin said unenthusiastically.

The otter slapped the large red button. The Wheel beeped and booped as it narrowed down the options, ending with just one lit up.

"The Incredible Shrinking Contestant!" the otter announced, grinning broadly.

"Uhh... does that-"

The otter cut the zebra off as he walked to the other side of the stage while the audience applauded.

"Time to choose your opponent, Kevin. Who will you pick?"

The three names above the curtains lit up: Mabel in pink, Warbucks in blue, and Princess in purple.

"I'm... I'm not sure," Kevin said nervously, blushing as the three bonus doses of chemicals spread a warmth through his body, causing this skinny black-skinned cock to grow erect to its full four-inch height. "I guess I'll take... uhh... Warbucks?"

Warbucks loud theme music came up quickly. Blasting metal and an angry singer filled the studio as his curtain lifted. A bright light shone from behind Warbucks, casting him in a silhouette. Kevin sucked in a breath as he realized how big the Fluffer he'd picked was.

The outline was huge and squat. Probably close to six feet tall, he was nearly as thick across. No hint of love handles on the male silhouetted by the light, however, and as he raised his arms up and curled his biceps, it was apparent he was more muscular than most. Massive thighs supported his huge upper body.

Warbucks stepped down the stairs slowly, building anticipation as the light revealed dusky salt-and-pepper fur on a huge pair of legs. A pair of tight white bikini briefs with the show's logo on the back bulged with a massive monstercock. The salt-and-pepper fur continued over a huge, hard belly and chest, with pecs that protruded outwards to a ridiculous degree. A short, squat neck nearly disappeared into muscular shoulders.

The badger's head was revealed last. Short and blunt, with small ears and a scowling muzzle, Warbucks looked mean. The badger stomped across the studio floor, claws glinting, until he stood in front of the petrified zebra.

"You sure got a pretty mouth," the badger rumbled, reaching out and grabbing the zebra's chin. "Too small, though. Wouldn't wanna break your jaw or nothin'. They tol' me I'm not allowed to do that."

Kevin whimpered and turned to the otter with beseeching eyes, but the small brown-furred male pretended not to notice.

"Warbucks, you can begin as soon as I finish asking the first question," the host said. "Kevin, are you ready?"

"N-no!"

"Great! Let's begin! Question 1: Chernobyl is known for being the site of what kind of disaster?"

Kevin's long snout opened to say the obvious answer, but clamped shut as Warbucks reached out and grabbed his ass, squeezing hard. He whinnied as the badger spread his cheeks and pushed forward, grinding the huge bulge between the striped rump cheeks.

"Nuclear meltdown!" Kevin shouted, wriggling to try and escape the huge shaft grinding over his tail hole. His cock ached, throbbing, as the chemicals went to work.

"Correct!"

Another dose and Kevin groaned as his cock jerked. The pressure under his tail increased as Warbucks dug his claws into his hips. The zebra groaned hugely as he felt the huge shaft slide up and down, the massive weight of the big male behind him. Warbucks had a belly of steel, and he seemed to enjoy letting it push against Kevin's backside. The badger was over twice as broad as the skinny, lanky zebra, and his cock was as big around as Kevin's thigh.

The chemicals soon made their effects known. Kevin's arms shrunk enough for his wrists to pull at his restraints. They adjusted automatically, but the zebra gazed around wildly as he felt the badger's claws stroke his smooth, bony hips.

"But wait! If he's inside me and I get too small-"

"Question 2," the otter said, interrupting. "From which city does the football team the Saints hail?"

"New Orleans, but seriously, I don't want to die!"

The crowd laughed as the otter announced the answer as correct. Everyone knew the chemicals could do miraculous things, from turning people to rubber to giving them extra limbs. Shrinking someone down while keeping them flexible enough to handle a cock was child's play.

Warbucks growled and licked the back of Kevin's neck, making the zebra moan. The big badger pulled his shorts down, letting his massively thick girth slap against the skinny equine's backside. Kevin froze as the buff older male worked the thick tip under his tail. He tried to use his tail to block the badger, but Warbucks just growled again and yanked it up, making Kevin squeal and his cock spurt. He shrank another few inches by the time the next question was asked. The shrinking sped up as more chemicals flooded his body.

Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure why he was trying to get them correct. If he answered wrong, he'd be done, right?

That's when Warbucks thrust forward, grinding his huge, six-inch diameter shaft past the equine's tight ring.

"Question 3: What letters comes after 'H' in the alphabet?"

Without thinking, Kevin blurted the answer accidentally

"I-I-Iiiiiiiiii don't know!"

"Correct! 'I' comes after 'H' in the alphabet!"

More chemicals ran down the IV line as Warbucks ground forward, forcing inch after inch into the zebra's shrinking tail hole.

"God damn, this boy's tight!" the badger grunted, biceps flexing as he hauled on the zebra's hips.

An inch short of five feet now, Kevin screamed as pleasure ran through his body, increasing with every huge inch of badger shaft forced inside him. The chemicals shrunk him faster now, condensing his body.

"Question 4: What is the name of the Christian deity?"

"Oh God! Christ!"

"Correct!"

Kevin's head swam as the chemicals filled his arm. At his smaller size, a full dose did more to him, speeding up his shrinking even more.

What was curious, however, was that his cock didn't shrink. If anything, it got bigger. The small four-inch erection flexed and bobbed as it hung from his hips, growing several inches longer. Thick pre-cum pulsed out of the tip as his balls dangled below, the size of golf balls.

Warbucks pumped in hard, thrusting in to the hilt. The badger growled warmly as he leaned into Kevin's four-foot-five body, arms squeezing the zebra's skinny belly as it bulged outwards with over a foot of badger dick.

"Question 5: Finish this sentence: 'I can't wait to eat a big bowl of Cheeri-'"

"Oooooooh! No, wait, p... please, stop!"

"Correct!"

Kevin's whole body wriggled, suspended as it was above the floor. He shrunk under four feet, then even smaller, though he remained proportionally the same - lean arms and legs, tiny hips. Though now his whole stomach distended around the massive badger shaft stuffed to the hilt inside him.

As well, Kevin's cock continued to grow, hitting eight inches, then nine, then a full foot. At one-third his own size, the pleasure was incredible as it slapped against his chest, reaching past his nipples and almost to his jaw. His balls swelled to the size of baseballs and hung past his knees as the badger humped from behind, hissing and moaning as the tiny equine grew ever tighter around his thickness.

"Question 6: When a doctor wants to look in the back of your throat, what does he have you say?"

"Aaaaaahhhh!" Kevin howled, legs pulling at the clamps around his ankles. "Stop... stop that!"

"Correct!"

The ninth dose sped the process up even further. Less than two feet tall now, Kevin's wrists and legs slipped out of the restraints. His body distended around Warbucks's meaty shaft, which forced his chest to balloon outwards. The stretchy equine's cock flexed and throbbed, remaining hard and full at twelve inches, not growing any more, though his nuts kept swelling until they were as big as cantaloupes.

Warbucks's wrapped both paws around Kevin's hips, dragging the tiny equine up and down his shaft roughly.

"Question 7: The layer of subcutaneous fat under a seal's skin is commonly referred to as what?" the host asked, watching as the zebra bounced up and down.

"Fu-fu-fu-fu I don't know!"

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the host said, much to the audience's disappointment. "The correct answer was blubber."

Kevin didn't hear much of that. The chemicals still inside his body kept working, shrinking him down further, until his foot-long cock was the same length as his entire body. Doll-like at only twelve inches tall, with the huge shaft jutting from his hips, he looked awkward with his legs splayed to the sides, arms flailing, and belly and chest swollen with cock. Warbucks grunted as he squeezed Kevin's body, jerking him up and down roughly.

One of the badger's paws gripped Kevin's cock and jerked it quickly, rubbing the equine shaft up and down, teasing over the veins and ridges. The zebra's huge, white sac bounced below, smacking back into Warbucks's thighs. The ridiculously small equine whinnied and whickered, head tossing, as the badger growled hotly and jerked his hips forward, shoulders back.

Warbucks's paw went into overdrive on Kevin's cock as the foot-tall zebra's muzzle opened. The badger moaned loudly as he came hard inside the miniature equine. Kevin came at the same time, his overstimulated cock spraying cum across the stage like a water gun. The zebra's muzzle flexed open as gushes of cum ran out over his lips and down his bulging chest and belly. Warbucks's erection nearly penetrated the zebra from one end to the other - when the equine's muzzle opened wide enough in a soundless scream of pleasure, the cameras could zoom in, catching the right angle to see the pink tip of the badger's massive tool.

Warbucks pulled back a little, so that only half his cock was inside Kevin. The small zebra's belly bloated with cum as he coughed and hacked, not really sure how what just happened was physically possible. But then, he'd just been shrunk from six feet to a single foot by the chemicals - who knew what else they did, besides tripling the size of his cock.

Warbucks grunted and pulled Kevin off. The massive, burly badger stroked himself to finish off as he dropped the bloated equine to the floor. Kevin landed with a squish and immediately began to drain - cum flooded out of his overstretched ass like a water balloon.

"That's all for Kevin, folks!" the otter said, turning to the camera. "Let's give him a big hand!"

Kevin rolled onto his backside and pushed at his cock, trying to get it off his chest. The tool, incredibly huge now for his tiny size, would drag on the floor if he tried to walk. He wasn't sure how he'd get around. Maybe a miniature wheelbarrow his oversized balls?

"We'll be right back with more of A Matter of Inches - twelve, in this case - after these messages!"

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

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A Matter of Inches: Episode 4

A NEW Transformation-Based Game Show!

A Matter of Inches is a game show where contestants must answer questions while strapped into the Square, a rectangular metal frame that keeps their wrists and ankles immobilized. Contestants are sucked, fucked, and milked to get them to cum as soon as possible. The longer they last, the more TF chemicals they get.

Contestants were picked at random from volunteers of people in the stream chat.

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Round 1: Seam

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches!"

Applause filled the studio as the otter host beamed into the camera, fuzzy brown face and small black eyes grinning happily.

"Let's get right into it with our first contestant... Seam!"

A six-foot-two black and white timber wolf stood up in the audience. Spotlights followed his progress down the steps to the stage, where he stood next to the host, looking a tad nervous. The lupine wore a tight Iron Maiden shirt and black jeans. Long black hair hung around his face, framing his narrow muzzle. His ears twitched as he listened to the applause and whoops from the crowd, piercings glinting under the lights.

"Welcome to the show, Seam! Where are you from?"

"O... Oklahoma," Seam said, hands clasped in front of him nervously.

"Great to have you on the show, Seam! I hope you're ready to play!"

Stagehands guided Seam to the center of the stage, where a large, steel Square sat bolted to the floor. Seam pulled off his shirt, revealing a shaggy white chest and trim, fit belly. His pants and underwear went next. The wolf blushed as he felt the cameras on his naked body, but he let the stagehands strap him into the square anyway. His arms stretched out to the sides, cuffed at the wrists to the bars, and his legs spread towards the corners. His long, fluffy tail wagged slowly behind him as he watched the host walk over to the left side of the stage.

"As you know, if you spin the Wheel, you'll receive three bonus doses of our patented transformational chemicals," the otter said. "It also means a random transformation. Will you accept your fate and spin the Wheel?"

Seam studied the options for several moments before deciding.

THE WHEEL:

1. Tentacle Terrors

2. Hermification

3. Tail Cock

4. Muscle Magic

5. Prehensile Cock

6. Hybridizer: Fox

7. Horsecockitis

8. Gender Bender

9. Two Heads are Better than One

10. Fluffer's Choice

"I really shouldn't," the timber wolf said, tail wagging faster, "but you only live once, right?"

The audience cheered as the host slapped at the large red button on the small pedestal. The Wheel's electronic board flashed and spun, highlighting every option. One at a time, the lights blinked out, until only one option remained lit up.

"Horsecockitis!" the otter announced.

Seam's eyes widened and he sucked in a breath, unsure whether to be happy or not at that particular spin. Still, when the three bonus doses flooded his IV line and spread a deep, soothing warmth across his chest and belly, the timber wolf's tail wagged quickly.

"One more thing to do before we begin playing, Seam," the host said, trotting over to the right side of the stage, where three curtains hung at the top of a set of small stairs. "It's time to choose your opponent!"

Above the curtains, three neon names flashed on. "Mabel" in pink, "Kraken" in blue, and "Princess" in purple.

"Who'll it be, Seam?"

"I think... I'll go with Mabel."

The blue and purple names flashed off as Mabel's theme music increased in volume. The curtain under Mabel's name slowly lifted as the studio lights dimmed. A bright light shone from behind as a silhouette was revealed. The black outline moved and shifted, swinging her hips to the music - her very large, ample hips. A pair of breasts slammed back and forth, making the outline jiggle and bounce.

Heavy hooves clopped down the stairs as Mabel descended the steps, coming into view. White skinned, with patches of irregular black spots, the bovine even had a golden nose ring. A tight white sports bra with the show's logo on the right tit clutched at her chest, supporting the more than ample breasts. Huge nipples pushed at the fabric, outlined completely by the tight fabric.

Below, a G-string wrapped around her thick thighs. A slight belly pushed out, giving her a generous, padded look. The G-string ran between her thighs and up between her huge, jiggly rump cheeks, disappearing in all the soft flesh. The cow's tail flipped back and forth behind her as she headed towards Seam, a smile on her broad snout.

"Oh, no! A big bad wolf!" Mabel crooned in a deep southern accent, teasing her fingers over Seam's black-furred muzzle. "Whatever shall I do?"

Seam panted as he stared at the bovine's huge breasts. Settled among her upper cleavage was a small silver cowbell on a silver chain. It tinkled as she turned around, bent over, and shook her hips, causing her huge round rump to sway before the wolf's eyes.

"Mabel, you may begin as soon as I finish asking the first question," the otter said, readying his note cards. "Seam, are you ready? Here we go! Question 1: Who sang the song I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas?"

Seam's sheath bulged, but nothing emerged. Mabel leaned forward, dragging her sports bra down the wolf's front as her fingers teased over his thighs.

"You like big boobs?" she asked, winking at the wolf.

Seam stared at her generous cleavage, then shook his head and blurted out the answer to the otter's question.

"Irving Berlin?"

"Correct! Though Bing Crosby was the most well-known singer of the song."

Seam's muzzle dropped as a low moan escaped him. The next dose of chemicals ran down the IV line, adding to the pleasant, warm feelings running through his body. His level of arousal surged as Mabel's smooth, milky skin ran over his thick black pelt and white chest and belly fur. She reached back, undid the Velcro on the back of her sports bra, and let it fall away. Two enormous triple H-cup breasts fell forward, capped with nipples as thick around as a two-liter bottle. Mabel hefted her breasts as she leaned forward, letting them flatten over Seam's chest and belly.

"Oh, I hope the big bad wolf doesn't get me!" she teased, stroking her fingers through Seam's long hair.

The bovine dropped to her knees, letting her massive tits slide over Seam's bulging sheath. The male gasped and moaned as his package continued to bulge and swell, but remained firmly inside the white-furred tube. Though it was now several inches longer and thicker around than when he'd started, there was no hint of the wolf's cock.

"Question 2: Who sang My Way?"

"Frank Sinatra!"

"Correct!"

The audience applauded as the next dose ran down the IV line. All of Seam's fur stood on end as he shivered and wriggled in the restraints, unable to even buck his hips into the warm, deep cleavage surrounding his thickening sheath because of the belt strapped around his waist. The timber wolf gasped and tipped his muzzle back, moaning so loud it sounded more like a howl.

Mabel gasped and fell backwards onto her ample rump as a massive, squared-off horse cock jerked forward. Thick as Seam's thigh, it hung out in a large arc, with the head dipping in the air at the same height as his knees. The length was dark black, wrinkled at the base where it hadn't yet fully grown. Mottled patches of pink skin on the shaft and head made it clear it was a fully functioning, larger than life equine shaft. Thick beads of pre-cum rolled out of the half-flared head, which was flatter than what Seam was used to.

The white fur on his sheath and balls faded into black and thinned out as his heavy nuts dropped. A thin layer of silky black fur soon covered both, completing the appearance of equine genitalia. The timber wolf looked down, impressed at the size but unsure about the looks of it.

"Oh, honey, you're gonna need new pants!" Mabel gasped, reaching for the massive tool eagerly. She ran her smooth, soft hands over the length and pulled it upright, letting the heavy weight sink between her warm breasts. "Maybe I'll take you shopping after this."

"Question 3: What position did John Adams hold before being elected president?"

"Vice... vice president!"

"Correct!"

Seam groaned loudly as his new horsecock throbbed, growing longer and thicker as the bovine's generous tits wrapped around it. Mabel used her strong legs to lift herself up, until the huge shaft was sandwiched between her chest and Seam's. The head of the stalk ended where the wolf's neck started and he wriggled as the bovine's belly ground against the underside, rubbing and teasing.

Seam gasped, moaning deeply, as his balls swelled rapidly, trying to catch up to the size of his heavy nuts.

"Question 4: Which foot did Neil Armstrong put on the moon first?"

"His left, easy!" Seam gasped, hips jerking in the restraints.

"Correct!"

Seam's tongue flopped out over his lips as the seventh doze ran down the IV line. His aching horsedick throbbed, spurting strings of clear pre-cum over his neck and down the length of his erection. Mabel cooed as she groped at the head, smearing the sticky, spunky fluid around. Her breasts squeezed at the shaft, pushed in by her elbows.

"Oooh, wolfie, I'm sorry, but you're not gonna last much longer," the bovine said, pulling away. "I've just gotta feel that big cock!"

Seam stared, wide-eyed, as the cow turned around and leaned over again, black and white rump on full display. She pulled down her G-string as the huge shaft lay across her backside, curling over her hips. The cow mooed softly as she had to step forward, then slide back, reaching with her hands to guide the equine cock between her massive rump cheeks.

Seam shivered and panted even harder as he felt her warmth squeeze down around the flared tip of the black and pink cock. The flesh of the shaft went taut as he reached full arousal, almost three feet of shaft jutting from between his flexing thighs. Sagging balls, dragged down by their own weight, hung over his thighs as Mabel teased the head against her aching pussy.

"Question 5: Siddartha Gautama is otherwise known by what name?"

"Buddha?"

"Correct!"

Seam's eyes crossed as he felt the bovine shove herself down over his erection. The massive shaft, thick as his thigh, pushed deeply into the large, seven-foot cow. Mabel moaned deeply and pressed her hands to the floor, bent over as she scooted backwards, forcing her heavy hips back onto the shaft inch by inch.

The wolf growled as he watched his flaring shaft sink into the black and white flesh, squeezed tightly by the meaty cheeks. Mabel didn't stop, pushing back harder and harder, taking him down to the fat root. Seam gasped as her rump pushed against his thighs. She stood, arcing her body back until her shoulders pressed into his chest and face. He huffed, inhaling her sweet scent, as she spread her legs, holding herself around him. Seam moaned and licked her neck as she bounced up and down, clenching his cock deep inside her.

The wolf whined as he felt his orgasm approach. His eyes rolled up as his huge shaft flared fully inside the heavy cow. Mabel gasped and let her hips drop, using the wolf's oversized cock as a seat. Her hooves stomped against the tiles as she came around him, drenching his massive black-skinned nuts in feminine juices.

"Question 6: What language has the most words in it?"

Seam's eyes opened wide as he tried to hold off his orgasm. He bit his lips, squirmed in his restraints, curled his fingers and toes, and barked loudly.

"English!"

Even as he spoke, Seam felt the pleasure erupt deep in the base of his shaft. His balls pulled up as his whole body flexed. His cock jerked inside Mabel's clenching pussy, before erupting in a blast of warm lupine cum. The cow moaned again, even louder, and leaned back against him, her huge figure grinding against his chest and belly as thick seed poured from her clenching feminine sex.

The dose of chemicals ran down the IV line, making Seam shudder, causing his orgasm to stretch on and on. Mabel clutched at her belly, her moans deep, as the wolf flooded her insides. She came again, and again, and again, unable to help herself as the massive flared cock wriggled inside her, growing larger all the while as the chemicals enhanced it.

Seam slumped backwards, gasping, exhausted, the heavy weight of his cock and balls strange and exotic, so different from his previous package. He clawed at his palms, whimpering as the large bovine's rump slipped up and down, grinding into him insistently, forcing every last bit of cum out of his roiling nuts.

"Let's give a big hand to Seam!" the host said, impressed the wolf lasted as long as he had. "And also to Mabel, for being such a trooper."

The audience applauded as Mabel grinned stupidly. The bovine hadn't been stuffed so full for as long as she could remember, and she wasn't about to get off of it for anything. When the stagehands freed Seam's wrists and legs, the wolf clutched at her backside, pushing her down to the floor. He nipped at her pointed ears and growled as his hips pumped, dragging the still-hard cock back and forth inside her.

"Oh, sugar!"

"We'll be right back with more of A Matter of Inches!" the host said. "And hopefully a pair of pants for Seam..."

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

Round 2: Drake F. Nox

"Welcome to A Matter of Inches!" the host said. "We're back with more contestants. Our next player is... Drake Nox!"

A tall cat-wolf hybrid ran down the steps, grinning hugely as he hopped onto the stage. The muscular feline-canine wore a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt.

"Welcome to the show, Drake! Where are you from?"

"Sunny California," the cat-wolf said, grinning.

"Great to have you on the show!" the otter said. "While you get ready, let's see what options are on the Wheel!"

Drake pulled off his shirt, revealing a white star in the center of his otherwise black chest. Similar, smaller patches matched it on his wrists and ankles. A nice set of abs flexed under his thick pecs as he bent over to remove his pants. A large sheath hung from his hips, accompanied by a slightly oversized pair of balls. The cat-wolf purred as he was strapped in and wagged his long tail eagerly.

"You can get three bonus doses for spinning the Wheel," the host said. "Will you spin and accept your fate?"

THE WHEEL:

1. Tentacle Terrors

2. Hermification

3. Tail Cock

4. Muscle Magic

5. Prehensile Cock

6. Hybridizer: Fox

7. Gender Bender

8. Two Heads are Better than One

9. Fluffer's Choice

"Of course I'm spinning the Wheel!" Drake said. "No chance in hell I wouldn't."

"Very well!"

The host smacked the red button, sending the electronic board high above the stage beeping and spinning. Options blacked out one by one until only one was left.

"Fluffer's Choice!"

Drake wriggled, but no chemicals came down the IV line. Not until his Fluffer decided.

"Okay, Drake. Your choice of opponent is even more important now," the host said. "Who will it be?"

Names lit up over the curtains on the right side of the stage: "Candy" in pink, "Kraken" in blue, and "Princess" in purple.

"I guess I'll pick Candy," Drake said.

Candy's theme music played as her curtain rose. Silhouetted from behind by a bright white light, Candy rolled her hips back and forth. A large, thick tail swung from behind a shapely rump. A large pair of breasts, outlined in black, jiggled nicely as she walked down the steps.

The studio lights brightened, illuminating the Fluffer fully. Bright pink fur covered her entire figure, save for a strip of green down her chest and belly. A white sports bra wrapped around her chest. The show's logo was on the right breast. The vixen's ears twisted as she looked around, grinning confidently. Her small bikini briefs barely covered her rump, leaving most of her plush bottom to hang free. She swayed her hips as she walked towards Drake, a smile playing on her dark green lips.

"This is going to be easier than eating a chocolate bar," the vixen said. "You're not gonna last very long, Mr. Nox."

Drake grinned and clenched his fingers, eyes flowing over every single curve of Candy's tight body. The vixen's hair, pulled up in a high pony tail, flowed down her backside, nearly reaching her hips.

"All right, Candy. What option do you want to give Drake?

Candy looked up at the Wheel options and smiled. Her long tail, pink and bushy except for the pointed green tip, wagged behind her as she considered the choices.

The vixen smiled. "Tentacle Terror!"

"Very well!"

Drake groaned as the three bonus doses flooded the IV line. The cat-wolf grinned, white teeth bared, and wriggled in the restraints excitedly as warmth spread through his chest and belly, focusing on his lower back above his tail.

"Candy, you can begin as soon as I finish asking the first question," the host said. "Drake, are you ready? Let's begin! Question 1: What does the female praying mantis do after mating?"

"Eats its mate!" Drake gasped.

He growled as Candy's paws dug into his chest, kneading the muscles under his pelt. The cat-wolf's thick erection, dark red in color, dropped from his sheath, spurred by the tasty melon scent of the vixen and the sudden influx of hormone-inducing chemicals.

"Correct!"

Drake felt pressure build up on his backside, six individual spots from under his shoulders to just above his rump, to either side of his rapidly wagging tail. As the next dose filled the IV line, he growled and smiled at Candy as the vixen slid up against him, cooing and winking at him. Her sleek, firm belly pressed against his sheath and half-hard shaft, rippling across it as her claws dragged through his pelt, tickling his shoulders and arms, feeling his biceps.

"Ooh, big boy!" she moaned. "I'm gonna make you feel so good!"

"I bet you will," Drake growled, voice low and husky as his cock grew erect.

The base of his shaft filled out, though it remained inside his sheath - the makings of a canine knot. The tip had smooth spines, like a feline, evidence of his mixed heritage.

"Question 2: What's the hardest natural substance in the world?"

Candy grinned and slid her palm around Drake's growing erection.

"This will be soon enough," she said, dipping her lips down to tease over Drake's chest.

The cat-wolf snorted as the vixen pawed his cock. "Diamonds," he said confidently.

"Correct!"

A funny look crossed Drake's long muzzle as he felt the next dose enter his arm. The muscular male flexed, shivering in his restraints, then lifted his head and grinned demonically as Candy caressed him softly.

The vixen glanced up, saw the look on his face, and tried to back away. She didn't get far.

Six long, thick, dark red tentacles, dripping in slippery clear goo, wrapped around the vixen, who shrieked as she was lifted into the air. One tentacle went to each arm and leg, leaving two left over. Drake growled, cock throbbing, as he teased one thick tentacle over the vixen's lips and the other under her tail. Candy moaned, muzzle dropping open as she felt the broad, smooth tentacle head flex into her tail hole, spreading her open easily. The tentacle hovering near her muzzle pumped in roughly, filling her cheeks.

The host took a few large steps backwards as he watched Drake manipulate his new tentacles like a professional. The pink and green vixen lay horizontal to the floor, hips sagging slightly as the large red tentacle pushed in deeper, making her wriggle.

Every tentacle sent pleasure through Drake's body. Highly sensitive to touch and warmth, even the ones wrapping around the vixen's arms and legs were teased by her pelt and wriggled happily. Drake gasped at the shock of sensation that made his cock shoot a few thick bursts of pre-cum onto the floor. The cat-wolf was so engrossed in his new appendages he almost missed the next question.

"Question 3: What's the smallest species of tree in the world?"

Drake grinned for the cameras as Candy's smooth, tight body wriggled around in midair, pumped from both ends. Her light green muff dripped with arousal as Drake used the tentacles to pull her arms behind her back.

"Bonsai," he said, easily answering the question before returning his focus to the squirming vixen.

Leaving one tentacle wrapping around her wrists, holding her arms behind her back, Drake used the now free tentacle to tease at her heavy breasts. Thick, clear good oozed out of the tip of the tentacles, smearing her chest in the thick fluid as he pumped her muzzle and rump deeply. Her throat bulged, swallowing around the flexing, probing tentacle, and her belly bulged. Her tail wagged hard as she jerked and wriggled in the cat-wolf's firm grasp.

Drake moaned again, pleasure rushing through him. The tentacle in Candy's tight, squeezing rump jerked, flexed, and came hard, filling the vixen with a huge load of thick clear fluid. It wasn't cum, but an aphrodisiac of some kind. Candy's eyes bugged as she humped the air, desperate for more. The tentacle on her chest caressed her nipples, coating the green nubs in fluid, making them more and more sensitive.

"Question 4: Who invented the telephone?"

"Alexander... Graham... Bell!"

Drake had more difficulty answering this time, as all his focus was on controlling his six long, thick, rippling tentacles. The vixen's body turned upright and slid forward, grinding into Drake's bound torso.

"Correct!"

Drake groaned as he licked and nibbled over Candy's neck and shoulders. The Fluffer was now the Fluffee, it seemed, though judging from how hard and thick Drake's cock was, she was still doing her job well.

The tentacle in Candy's rump popped out, followed by a flood of clear goo. The cat-wolf grunted and pulled her down, making her drenched pussy slide over his thick shaft. She grunted and squealed around the tentacle in her throat as the hybrid's spines slid over her inner walls. His thick knot, fully engorged now, bumped into her green-furred muff, and her whole body jerked.

The tentacle playing with her heavy breasts slid down and teased over the vixen's exposed clit instead, grinding at her pussy lips, stretching her even wider as it tried to join in with Drake's thick erection. The cat-wolf growled hotly as one tentacle wrapped around and around Candy's body, freeing the two on her legs.

As the host asked the next question, Drake shoved both tentacles under Candy's stretched rump, to a smattering of applause from the audience.

"Question 5: What two colors combine to make purple?"

"Red... blue..."

Drake growled the answer out from between gritted, bared teeth as he slammed the vixen down over his cock. He didn't care how much longer he lasted, how much longer and stronger his tentacles became - he wanted this vixen. Badly.

"Correct!"

The eighth dose swelled the male's entire physique. All six of his dark red tentacles pulsed. Thick feline spines formed on the tips, scraping and teasing as they plunged into the vixen's body. Candy squealed again as a flood of goo filled her throat and muzzle. The melon-scented fox's tail hole clenched around the two tentacles thrusting in over and over. As one pushed in, the other pulled out, ensuring she had one thick vine stuffed up her green ass cheeks at all times.

The vixen came around Drake's cock again, writhing as the tentacle played with her clit, increasing the sensitivity of the nub. Drake grinned broadly, moaning as he felt the pleasure ramp up with every dose of chemicals. His tentacles were thick as his wrist now, strong enough, he was sure, to be able to bend steel bars. His body felt huge, powerful, as his muscles slowly enlarged, standing out further from beneath his thick black fur.

The white stars on his chest, wrists, and ankles formed a thin band of red around the edges, the same colors as his writhing tentacles. As he broke the vixen's body in, she wriggled just as much, belly expanding as the two stuffed up her rump unloaded liters of goo inside her. Candy's throat convulsed, clear fluid spilling over her lips and down the sides of her muzzle as the tentacle between her lips throbbed.

Candy's heavy breasts hung towards the floor as Drake spun her around, twisting her on his thick erection. He held himself in deep, teasing her with his massive knot. The cat-wolf's menacing growl filled the studio air as the otter host watched in shock.

"Question... wow, Question 6: How many legs does a spider have?" the host asked. He covered his microphone with a paw and turned towards the stagehand just off-stage. "Is this against the rules or something?"

The stagehand just shrugged.

"Eight!" Drake growled, voice deep and lustful as he spun Candy back and forth, twisting his knot against her pussy, threatening to shove it in, as she came around him again and again, hypersensitive clit aching from all the teasing.

Candy's body lifted upwards suddenly. Dark green tentacles appeared from behind her and wrapped up with Drake's. Long and thick, though not as large as the cat-wolf's, the vixen's new appendages wriggled as her eyes opened in shock. Gasps went through the studio as the vixen encircled the cat-wolf in her melon-scented vines.

No one was more surprised than Drake when he felt the six tentacles wrap around his body, squeezing the vixen in close, forcing her body down over his knot. Her tentacles wrapped around his balls, tugging and squeezing, as she forced her chest into his.

"Wait, that stuff is contagious?" the otter host asked, backing even farther way as Drake howled with lust.

One of the technicians in charge of the transformational chemicals shrugged, then turned back to watch the show.

There wasn't much more to see. With a full dozen thick, writhing, dripping tentacles surrounding the two bodies, all the cameras could film were flashes of fur. Drake howled again. The sound of his orgasm filled the studio - a deep wet gush, followed by a massive river of white that spilled out over their feet.

Drake's howl cut off - presumably Candy stuffed a tentacle down his muzzle. Squishing, squicking, slick noises continued as the host nervously edged in front of a camera.

"Looks like that's all for Drake! What a good contestant!" the otter said. "A big hand for him, and for Candy, who I suspect is going to enjoy her job much more after today."

The audience applauded as the stagehands used a long pole to unhook Drake's wrists and legs from the restraints. Tentacles crawled up his arms, pulling them down into the mass of flexing vines as the two dropped to the floor. Deep inside the twisting appendages, their muzzles met, free of tentacles for the moment, in a deep kiss. They growled together as their tentacles caressed each other, twisting and wrapping and flexing until there was no telling one from the other.

"Once we get them untangled, we'll be back with more of... A Matter of Inches!"

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

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A Matter of Inches: Episode 5

A NEW Transformation-Based Game Show!

A Matter of Inches is a game show where contestants must answer questions while strapped into the Square, a rectangular metal frame that keeps their wrists and ankles immobilized. Contestants are sucked, fucked, and milked to get them to cum as soon as possible. The longer they last, the more TF chemicals they get.

[i]Stories written live on a stream for people in the chat. All character (C) their owners.[/i]

Round 1: Maloo

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches!" the otter host announced. The theme music slowly lowered in volume as the audience applause died off. "We're excited to announce our first contestant... Maloo!"

The cameras only had to swing around for a moment before centering on Maloo. The enormous 12-foot cougar wasn't hard to spot. The sign shi was waving around helped as well - sometimes audience members brought signs and Maloo's had the show's logo on it, but "Inches" was crossed out and replaced with "Feet."

The studio floor shook as the giant cougar bounded down the steps four at a time. The short four-foot-six otter host stared up at hir in disbelief as shi jumped onto the stage and stood next to him.

Muscles rippled under the cougar's pelt, obvious through her clothing. A giant football jersey clung to hir chest, wrapping around hir massive breasts and pulling them back. It ended at the bottom of the curves, leaving hir midriff bare to show off the deep eight-pack cut into the fur. Lower, a pair of cut off Daisy Duke jean shorts clung to hir thighs. The denim struggled not only to stay together at the seams around the feline's bulging thighs, but around the massive sheath and balls so obviously bulging out the front. The denim shifted ominously as the cougar grinned at the cameras.

"Welcome to the show, Maloo! Your name is very familiar," the host said. "You... were on our sister show, Questionable Content, weren't you?"

The massive feline grinned and nodded. "Yup! Record holder!"

Audience members in the front three rows pulled out tarps and raincoats as the otter asked the next question.

"Well, welcome to the show! We're happy to have you. Now, let's get you ready to play... A Matter of Inches!"

The cougar padded off to the center of the stage, where technicians quickly increased the size of the restraints on the Square so they could fit around the feline's wrists and ankles. Shi pulled off hir football jersey, letting hir huge breasts hang out, then worked on getting hir shorts off. The tight cut-off jeans refused to come loose, however, so the cougar just shrugged and flexed hir rump. A look of concentration crossed hir muzzle for a moment, then a satisfied smile as the bulge in the front swelled up.

Rips echoed through the studio as the cougars thighs and rump tore out of the cut-offs. Hir massive maleness slung forward, hanging heavy on hir thighs. The sheath, as thick around as the otter host, sat on top of a plump pair of nuts each as big as a car tire. How they ever fit inside the shorts in the first place was a mystery.

Maloo purred as shi was strapped into the square. Hir long tail waved behind hir lazily as shi waited for the host to get on with it.

"Okay, Maloo... since you were on Questionable Content, you know about the Wheel. Will you accept your fate - again - and give it a spin?"

The otter stood on the left side of the stage, paw positioned over a large red button on top of a metal pedestal.

"I'll go for it!"

The otter's paw slapped the button. High above the stage, the electronic Wheel highlighted all the options. Everyone in the studio watched, eyes wide, as sparks flew out of the sides of the machine. Blinking lights went crazy for a few moments before things settled back down.

The host glanced off-stage at a technician, who just shrugged. Some kind of glitch, but not enough to cause any trouble.

The otter glanced back up at the Wheel as it darkened options one by one, until only a single one remained.

THE WHEEL:

1. Tentacle Terrors

2. Hermification

3. Tail Cock

4. Muscle Magic

5. Prehensile Cock

6. Hybridizer: Fox

7. Enormous Cougar Fuckbeast

8. Gender Bender

"Hybri... oh, wait... Uh... Enormous Cougar Fuckbeast?" the host announced, clearly confused.

Backstage, a tiger giggled naughtily and ran away. Hacking the Wheel was simple with the dragon-wolf's assistance...

"Well, anyways, there's just one more thing you have to do!" the host said cheerfully, ignoring Maloo's surprised look as the three bonus doses shi received for spinning ran down the IV. "It's time to pick your Fluffer!"

The otter crossed the stage, in front of the obviously consternated cougar, and motioned towards the three curtains hanging on the right-hand side of the stage above a set of stairs. Names lit up in bright neon above each curtain: "Acid" in pink, "Kraken" in blue, and "Princess" in purple.

"Who'll it be, Maloo?"

The cougar grunted as the three doses of transformational chemicals went to work inside hir. Shi flexed hir body a few times, trying to relax in the restraints as a heat spread through hir huge chest and impeccable belly.

"Unf... I guess... Acid?"

Acid's theme music came one slow, as slow as the curtain that rose over her place at the top of the stairs. A bright light shone from behind, outlining the slim female in a dark silhouette.

The figure moved slowly, in time with the music, hips swaying, arms rising above her head, tail going back and forth. Her body was slim, petite, even, with small breasts and a trim belly and hips.

As Acid walked down the steps, coming into view, her light tan pelt was revealed. Darker brown fur formed in patches on her neck and face, but for the most part the slinky ferret had a single tan color across her body. Her breasts looked even small in the light - barely B-cups. She was small, under five and a half feet, and probably no more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. Compared to the contestant, she was woefully underprepared for what Maloo could give her.

Still, the ferret grinned confidently, striding towards the cougar, clad in a tight white sports bra with the show's logo on it and a tight bikini bottom that rode up under her long tail.

"You know what they say: the bigger they are, the harder they fall," Acid said, hands on her hips as she stared fearlessly up at the massive feline. "In your case, I'll make sure it's the harder you cum!"

The audience cheered as the ferret strutted around the gigantic cougar. Maloo was nearly three times Acid's height and hir sheath alone was much thicker around then her hips. That didn't seem to both the ferret, though, as she teased her fingers into the fur on Maloo's thighs.

"All right, Acid, you may begin as soon as I ask the first question," the host said. "Maloo, are you ready? Here we go! Question 1: What planet is nearest the sun?"

"Mercury. Not a good vacation destination," the cougar said, half-distracted by the ferret literally climbing up hir body.

"Correct!"

Acid's tiny paws gripped handfuls of fur as she hauled herself up Maloo's front. The cougar couldn't see her past the swells of hir oversized breasts, but shi could feel the ferret wriggling around against hir belly. A slight rump pushed down against the thick sheath, teasing the cougar, who huffed softly as shi felt fingers dig past the fuzzy skin and reach down the flaccid shaft. Acid strained to haul the heavy cock out, bracing her feet on Maloo's balls to do so. The cougar grunted as shi felt hir sheath plump up and purred loudly as the fuzzy warm body surrounded hir maleness, squeezing it with arms and legs.

She was small, Maloo admitted to hirself, but she was eager.

The small ferret wasn't the only thing helping Maloo's arousal. The fourth dose ran down the IV line into hir arm, causing hir to gasp as the warmth spreading through hir body accelerated. Hir nipples tingled and hir balls pulled up slightly, swelling just barely as hir cock throbbed once, then pushed out, foot after foot of dark black-skinned maleness grinding through Acid's squeezing arms.

"Question 2: At what temperature Celsius does water boil?"

"One hundred," Maloo said, gasping as the fuzzy ferret rolled against hir growing erection, pulling it back so it flopped over hir breasts. Shi felt Acid wriggling up, squeezing through hir cleavage, until the tan and brown head popped up out of hir white breast fur.

"Correct!"

Acid winked at Maloo. "I was on QC too," she whispered, before reaching up and dragging herself out of the cougar's breasts. She sat on top of the cougar's tits and waved at the audience before turning around. Demonstrating her flexibility, she reached behind and grasped the thickening head of Maloo's erection, holding it still as she sat on the tip. Since the tip was bigger around then her entire rump, it was more like a chair than anything else, but Maloo appreciated the gesture.

Acid spread her legs, feet pressed into the cougar's breasts, toes curling into the fur to hold herself stead as she grabbed the sides of her rump and pulled them apart, spreading herself as wide as she could. Maloo grinned, watching, and shook hir head. That would never get hir off, though shi was enjoying all the teasing.

"Question 3: How much does a liter of water weigh in metric?"

"A kilogram," Maloo said. Shi was about to say something else, but a funny look crossed hir face and hir muzzle whipped back towards Acid. "No way..."

The audience gasped - host included - at the sight. Acid's hips and belly were distended massively around the head of Maloo's growing cock. The ferret's head was thrown back, tongue hanging out, as she wriggled her entire body in obvious ecstasy.

The ridge of the cougar's maleness was plainly outlined by the ferret's belly. The tip was fully embedded in her and Maloo gaped, unbelieving. The tightness was incredible and hir entire cock surged upwards, lifting Acid several feet higher into the air.

The host remembered he had a job to do and shook his head.

"Correct!"

Acid moaned from her shaky position on the end of Maloo's cock. The ferret's legs splayed to the sides as her body flexed around the cougar's tip. She drew them in, bending her knees so that her feet went flat to the sides of the shaft. Her arms reached down and grabbed handfuls of bare flesh, then hauled it upwards, dragging herself down further. Her sports bra creaked as her chest expanded, forced to grow by the hugeness inside her.

Maloo moaned loudly, body quaking as shi felt the ferret squeeze around hir upper shaft. So Acid had been on QC - and ended up with extreme stretchiness or something similar, because there was no other way she could take the cougar's cock and survive. Maloo panted, eyes wide, as the next dose ran down the IV line into hir aching body. Every muscle flexed as shi lurched against hir restraints, making hir cock swing back and forth ponderously, with the moaning, squirming, stretchy ferret firmly impaled on the end.

"Question 4: What does the Roman numeral 'C' represent?"

"Hoooooooooly fffffffffffuuuuucking fffffffffffferrets! One hundred!" Maloo cried out, deep voice rumbling through the whole studio.

"Correct!"

Maloo was so engrossed in the ferret's tiny body stretching so tight around hir dick shi hadn't noticed much the effect the chemicals were having on hir. But as the seventh dose ran down the IV line, shi realized it was having an effect. A big one.

The already super-sized, massively muscular feline groaned as hir pelt rippled. Each muscle grew more defined, bulky, heavy and powerful. Hir neck disappeared into hir shoulders as hir long tail reached around and curled over Acid's torso. The ferret squealed as her sports bra popped off - the cougar's massive cock stretched her torso too large.

In addition to mass, the cougar was adding height just as quickly. Twelve feet just wasn't enough - shi quickly surpassed fifteen. In addition, hir cock increased in size as well. Even the cougar's smooth barbs pushed out against Acid's belly and chest, protruding through the skin as the squirming ferret struggled to pull herself lower.

The cougar's huge, cream-colored balls dropped down, until they rested on the floor, stretching from one ankle to the other between her spread legs.

Acid's moans and squeals abruptly cut off as her neck swelled. She tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and smiled as her cheeks bulged. A moment later, unable to hold it in, streams of clear pre-cum pumped past her lips and rolled down her chin and neck, soaking her front down to her hips. She was so tight now she was more like a furry condom than a ferret. Besides her arms and legs, her entire figure was wrapped around the cougar's shaft, outlining every bit of it. And still her arms and legs worked, trying to get herself down farther. Her neck didn't get any bigger, but her midsection stretched like rubber - she wasn't going to get totally impaled from one end to the other, but it would be close.

"Question 5: How many legs has a spider got?"

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee... eeeeeeeee... eeeeeeeight!"

"Correct!"

Maloo gasped and moaned, eyes wide as shi stared at the tiny ferret stretched so huge. The cougar's cock flexed and twitched, making Acid's entire body shake back and forth. Cum poured out of the tan head, running down her engorged chest and belly like a river. The feline moaned again, louder, as the realization she was so deep inside such a tiny, warm, squirming body made hir cock ache to the very root.

Add to that her increased height and mass. She was nearly seventeen feet of pure, unadulterated muscle. Hir breasts, already the size of Volkswagen Beetles, were now approaching the size of Volkswagen vans. The massive nipples capping the ends were as big around as fifty-gallon drums. Maloo's oversized feet flexed, toes curling, as giant claws pierced the tiles underneath, shredding through to the concrete. Hir belly flexed, the ridges of hir abdomen almost a foot deep. Even hir rump was more muscular, hard, and round, though hir entire body was covered in such a soft, thick layer of fur it gave hir a strangely cuddly appearance.

As hir cock enlarged, thrusting and flexing of its own accord, swinging Acid up and down, Maloo closed hir eyes and bit hir thick lower lip. Shi trembled, breasts jiggling madly, and tried to hold off. But Acid was just too tight, too small, too perfectly formed around every inch of hir mega-sized erection. With a roar of lust, Maloo came.

Acid's muzzle stretched as her eyes popped open in shock. The ferret's chest and belly ballooned as a stream of cum shot straight up out of her muzzle. It arced far into the air, splattering the first three rows of the audience and then some. Maloo pulled on hir restraints, gasping and growling, as Acid's flexible little body continued to enlarge, stretching more and more as she was inflated like a water bed.

The extra lubrication made it impossible for the small ferret to maintain her grip. As her body - normally a size 1 - grew to nearly twice the thickness of the feline's already immense shaft, she started to slide up. Slowly, at first, but after a few moments more quickly. The audience watched, shocked, as the bloated ferret was shot off the end of Maloo's cock like a rocket.

Streams of cum fell from the air as the Fluffer was sent flying, high into the rafters. Cameras followed her ascent and caught the scene as she clutched at some I-beams high above the stage. Her body deflated rapidly, sending cum out both ends to slosh into the audience below. She flashed a thumbs up to the camera and draped herself over a beam, too tired to even try and haul herself into a more comfortable position.

Maloo, for her part, was shooting massive ropes of cum straight towards the audience now. The floor was awash with seed and the tarps proved ineffective considering the sheer load. And only the first three rows had tarps - the cougar was blasting people up in the balcony. Shi roared again, every muscle in hir body flexing as shi came harder yet, massive nuts fueling the incredibly orgasm. The view changed as cameras were covered, lens smeared with thick white seed, showing the cougar from behind. Hir flexing rump and waving, twitching tail were visible, as were the sides of hir massive breasts. Between hir spread legs, hir huge nuts roiled, each the size of a minivan.

Up in the rafters, Acid watched gleefully, exhausted but happy with her efforts. The massive cougar fuckbeast roared again, lurching at hir restraints over and over, for all the world the new incarnation of King Kong, at least while in the throes of hir overwhelming orgasm.

The otter host, for his part, had dived towards the back of the stage when shi went off, but he couldn't escape hir tail. He let out a shocked cry as he was picked up by the muscular appendage and dragged around to hir front. He whimpered as he saw hir feral smile and then closed his eyes and took a deep breath as shi dragged him up and down hir shaft, grinding his wriggling body along the pulsing urethra, using him for additional stimulation.

"Not as good as the fox, but not bad either!" shi said, tongue hanging out over hir lips. Shi held the otter up, dripping in jizz, so he could talk. "This is where you tell them we'll be right back. And did I ever tell you what I did to QC host?"

"We'll be right back with more of A Matter of Inches! Oh, Christ!"

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

Round 2: Shadowwolf94

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches!" the otter host said, looking fresh in a new suit and recently dried fur, though anyone close enough could smell cougar all over him. "Let's welcome our next contestant to the stage... Shadow Worfu!"

A five-foot-three black wolf in the audience stood up and jogged down the steps, sharp white teeth glinting under the spotlights. He wore a baggy white hoodie sweater and a pair of blue jeans.

The wolf hopped on stage and stood next to the otter, who looked relieved to be standing next to someone close to his own height after the last player.

"Welcome to the show, Shadow! Where are you from?"

"I'm from bloody England, mate, though I live down in foggy San Francisco!"

The otter regarded the wolf for a few long moments. Somebody watched too much Monty Python growing up. And Crocodile Dundee.

"Well, welcome to the show, Shadow! We're glad to have you! Let's get you ready to play."

Stage hands guided Shadow towards the Square in the center of the stage - recently resized after Maloo's turn in it - and after Shadow stripped, they strapped him in.

Naked, the wolf was trim and fit, with a smooth chest and belly. An average sheath hung between his legs, though his entire body was covered in such thick black fur it was hard to see, even in the bright spotlights. A red stripe ran down his backside, starting at his shoulders. It went over the top of his tail, ending at the tip. His tail wagged happily as he watched the host approach the Wheel button on the left side of the stage.

"You're familiar with the Wheel, Shadow? Will you accept your fate and give it a spin?"

THE WHEEL:

1. Tentacle Terrors

2. Hermification

3. Tail Cock

4. Muscle Magic

5. Prehensile Cock

6. Hybridizer: Fox

7. Gender Bender

"Hell yes, sexy! Bring it! Let's see if we can get you drenched in jizz again!" the wolf said, beaming at the host.

The otter regarded him coolly and sniffed. "Uh huh."

The host hit the button. The Wheel overhead beeped and booped as it highlighted all the options, then slowly blacked them out one by one, until just one remained.

"Muscle Magic!"

Shadow shivered as his three bonus doses ran down the IV line inserted into his arm. Almost immediately a warmth spread through his short 5-foot frame and his tail curled between his legs. He grunted, then relaxed and wagged his tail again, grinning hugely as he felt the chemicals go to work.

"One more thing to take care of, Shadow," the host said, walking to the right side of the stage. "Time to pick your opponent!"

Three names in bright neon flickered on above curtains at the top of short stairs on the right side of the stage: "Habanero" in pink, "Kraken" in blue, and "Princess" in purple.

"Well, I knew who I was gonna choose before I even came on the stage," Shadow said. "A good friend of mine works as a Fluffer here and goes by the name of Princess. And how could I pass up a chance to have some fun with hir?"

The other two names turned off as Princess's curtain slowly rose while hir theme music played. A bright light shone from behind, silhouetting the large figure at the top of the stairs. Long arms rested by hir sides as shi wriggled back and forth slowly, undulating hir long body in time with the poppy music. The naga slid down the steps, coming into view of the normal lights to applause from the audience.

Shi grinned, sharp teeth bared. Thick black fur, much like Shadow's, covered hir upper body and heavy breasts. Around hir hips, the black fur melded into fine black scales. The black scales continued down the entire length of hir serpent-like lower body, all the way to the tip of hir flexing tail. The naga moved slowly towards the bound wolf, tongue flicking, tasting his scent. A white sports bra with the show's logo strained to contain hir chest while a loose white loincloth-like covering - again with the show's logo on it - draped around hir hips, hiding from view the fat wolf-sheath outlined by the fabric.

"Well, well... you'll be easy to finish off," Princess said. "Last time we were together you barely lasted five minutes. And I know everything that makes you tick..."

The wolf stared back defiantly, a lopsided grin on his muzzle as he rose to the bait. "Yeah, we'll see about that... Maybe I can surprise you!"

The host looked from nagawolf to wolf and back again. "You two know each other? Huh. Anyways, Princess, you can begin as soon as I ask the first question," the otter said. "Shadow, are you ready? Let's begin! Question 1: Name two of the three primary colors."

"Ha! Is that all? Red and yellow. Easy as pie," the wolf said confidently.

The yelp he let out a moment later wasn't as confident. Shadow closed his eyes and groaned as Princess's fingers teased under his balls, quickly encouraging his red shaft out from its sheath. The wolf panted and shivered as he grew quickly erect, helped by the chemicals coursing through him.

"Correct!"

The next dose of chemicals hit him hard. Shadow grunted as his arms and legs twitched. Under his long, silky fur, he could feel his body growing - filling out, bulking up, adding mass. The wolf managed not to whine when Princess's fingers dragged through his chest fur, teasing his sensitive nipples.

The wolfnaga grinned and squeezed his sheath again, feeling his knot already forming. Shi growled and leaned forward, wrapping hir coils around one of his legs as shi went around and around him, grinding hir chest into his back, then his front, as hir teeth nibbled over his ears and neck and shoulders.

"Question 2: How many months have 31 days?"

"Seven, of course!" Shadow said. "Mmm, Princess, you're gonna have to try harder if you wanna get me off. I've done a bit of training."

"Correct!"

Princess growled and squeezed hirself around him, groping at his chest with hir paws and claws as hir lower coils rippled over his growing legs and belly, sliding smooth scales across his thick red length. Despite what he said, Shadow panted, highly aroused by the nagawolf's closeness.

More chemicals ran down the IV line, bulking the wolf up further. The red stripe on his back flexed from tail tip to shoulders as he stretched, pulling on his restraints. Though he was getting more muscled, his height remained unchanged at five-foot-three, much shorter than the tall nagawolf wrapping hirself around him.

Princess's top and loincloth went flying, leaving hir naked. Hir heavy erection slid over Shadow's belly and the wolf gasped as hir fingers grasped the base of his tail. Hir tongue flicked out, tickling his ears, as shi squeezed hir smooth coils around his hips again. Hir tail tip sneaked up to wrap around his nuts. Shadow moaned loudly as Princess tugged on them firmly while moving hir body behind him, so that hir heavy chests flattened to his backside. As the host readied the next question, the nagawolf teased hir erection under Shadow's tail, eliciting a few pants from the arousal male.

"Question 3: What are the Sun, the Independent, and the Guardian? An easy question if you're from England."

"Three different newspapers of course. Duh!"

Shadow's voice sounded a bit strained. He yelped again when Princess pushed forward, slipping the tip into his tight rump. The black wolf grunted, wriggling in his restraints, as the nagawolf's tail pulled on his nuts again. Hir paws slipped around his sides, under his arms, and squeezed his chest. Shi cooed into his ears as shi felt the new, hard pectoral muscles flexing under his pelt.

"Mmm... my little wolf is getting nice and buff," shi whispered, tongue teasing his ears as shi spoke.

Shadow grunted as Princess pushed forward. Thick pre-cum lubed the wolf as the over-productive naga ground in deeper. Inch after inch of meaty wolf-cock filled Shadow's rump, making him moan louder even as his body flexed, larger and thicker than before, visibly bulking up.

"Question 4: How many squares are on a chess board?"

"Sixty-nine. No, wait! Sixty-four!"

"Correct!"

The naga grinned as shi pushed forward deeper, until the fat ball of hir wolf-knot ground under Shadow's tail, making him whine.

"A little distracted, are we, Worfu?" Princess asked, dragging hir claws down his muscular chest and belly, teasing the indentations of his abdomen.

"M... maybe," he gasped, ass flexing around the thick length of maleness plugging up his tail hole.

Princess grinned and pulled hir hips back, then thrust in again harder. Shadow moaned, cock spurting pre-cum, as the nagawolf's tail curled around the length as well as the nuts. Smooth scales smeared seed slickly, sending sensations slithering smoothly. Shadow grunted, gasping, and bit his lip, trying not to focus on the pleasure as the nagawolf pumped into him again and again, each time teasing that knot against his tight ring.

His body continued to grow, though his height didn't. He spread outwards - bigger hips, a barrel chest, massive arms and legs. His biceps bulged, straining as they pulled on the restraints on his wrists. He took on a squat appearance, no longer slender, as his rump flexed and squeezed. Princess gasped as the muscular buttocks grew tight and hard around hir erection. Shi cooed happily again and ground forward heavily, driving hirself roughly into the muscle-wolf in front of hir.

Shadow gasped, rasping for breath as his pecs turned into shelves. His abs grew taut, going from a six-pack to an eight-pack. His cock flexed upwards, growing thicker and longer, though mostly thicker, until it was nearly as wide as it was tall, almost eight inches across. His heavy nuts swung low, softball-sized, and roiled in the serpent's smooth caress.

"Question 5: Who starts first in chess?"

Shadow howled before he was able to respond.

"It's... it's... the white one, right?" he gasped.

"Correct!"

The next dose ran down the IV line. Shadow groaned long and loud as the heavy slaps of Princess's large nuts pounding his round bubble-butt filled the studio air. Princess ground in hard, squeezing hir knot almost halfway in before pulling back, teasing him with the prospect of tying. Shadow gasped and jerked, hugely thick cock pumping out spurts of pre-cum, painting the naga's black scales with clear seed.

"So smart, even under... pressure," Princess said, nipping Shadow's ears and neck as shi teased him with hir knot again.

Shadow grunted and moaned as his body thickened further. He was well over twice as wide as he was before. His huge chest rose and fell dramatically and his shoulders climbed up his neck, almost to his chin. His hips swiveled in the belt, trying to push onto Princess, wanting that knot inside him. He groaned again, toes flexing, claws digging into the tiles, as Princess's paws groped at his new muscles, squeezing and teasing him as the chemicals increased his lust to unbearable levels.

Princess's eyes went wide as Shadow flexed his ass again, grinding his hard rump over hir cock. Shi humped forward, unable to hold back as shi filled him with hir knot. Shadow howled again, head tipping back, as Princess's teeth dug into his silky black fur, biting firmly on his shoulder as shi ground forward, still humping him. Hir coils wrapped around his cock and balls, squeezing and massaging desperately as shi pushed into him.

Shadow's howl kept going, non-stop, until his cock erupted in blast of thick white seed. It sailed over the studio floor, ending in the second row, in the hair of a dragonwolf who didn't get his tarp up in time. The ferret next to him giggled and pointed as the cameras focused on their expressions.

Back on stage, Shadow came harder than he could ever remember. Every muscle in his newly enlarged body squeezed tight, crushing the huge cock lodged in his rump. Princess cried out as his insides milked hir cock, bringing hir to orgasm quickly. Cum flooded the muscle-wolf's guts as the naga wrapped him up in coils, from his thighs to his chest, squeezing him warmly, holding him tight, rubbing hir smooth, tight scales over every single bulging muscle on his wide, squat frame.

More ropes of thick jizz splattered onto the stage floor and Princess's coils as Shadow kept coming, his load fed by a pair of cantaloupe-sized nuts. The muscle-wolf growled and bucked in his restraints, ass flexing around the thick knot plugging him up.

Stagehands came forward to release him as Princess clung to his backside, nibbling on his ears.

"Wow, what a round! Let's give Shadow a big hand!" the host said, watching as the muscle-wolf was freed from the restraints.

Princess let out a surprised bark as Shadow reached back and pulled hir out of him. The intense pressure of his tight ring squeezing on hir extra-sensitive not made hir close hir eyes and slump, then moan deeply as thick cum sprayed his backside. Growling loudly, Shadow turned and groped hir breasts, grinding his cumming cock into hir belly fur. Princess watched with wide eyes as he pinned hir down, straddling hir midsection, and drove his cock forward under hir nuts, finding hir feminine sex easily. His hugely wide shaft stretched it, making the naga writhe beneath him, coils looping over his arms and shoulders, both trying to pull him out and force him in deeper.

Shadow grinned at the cameras and flexed his body, bulging every muscle group out against his fur as his hips drove forward, filling the serpentwolf, who howled just as loudly as Shadow had.

"Okay... we'll be right back after these messages!" the otter said, adjusting the bulge in his suit pants as he watched the muscular male plunge into the serpentwolf over and over. Some contestants really got lucky...

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

Round 3: Ghost Otter

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches!" the host said as the lights came up. "Let's welcome our next contestant... Ghost Otter!"

A short, pot-bellied blue-green otter made his way down the bleacher seats to the stage. At less than four and a half feet tall, he was squat, though his long torso and stubby legs made him appear slim, despite his belly. He grinned as he stood next to the host.

"Welcome to the show, Ghost! Where are you from?" the otter host said, holding a microphone up.

"I'm from Wisconsin," the short male said, holding his paws in front of him.

Ghost was wearing a pair of loose shorts that came down nearly to his ankles and a Hawaiian shirt, open in the front to reveal his blue chest and belly fur.

"Great to have you on. Let's get you ready to play!"

Stagehands strapped Ghost into the Square after he stripped down, revealing a plump maleness between his legs, partly squeezed by his hanging stomach. The host went to the button on the left side of the stage and grinned.

"Will you accept your fate and spin the Wheel?" he asked, paw hovering in the air above the pedestal.

"Hmm... those seem good, but I have to pass on the Wheel," the otter said.

The audience booed, but the host just nodded. "Very well! In that case, it's time to pick your opponent!"

The host motioned to the lit-up names above the curtains on the right side of the stage: "Habanero" in pink, "Kraken" in blue, and "Showbiz" in purple.

"Hmm... Kraken. Let's see what he has."

"Very well!"

Kraken's curtain rose slowly. Outlined from behind by a bright white light, it was impossible to make out any distinguishing features of the figure that was revealed besides his shape. And it was a strange shape.

Two legs, two arms, bent at the elbows, hands on hips. Shoulders, head, all standard. But weaving around in the air were six long tubes, writhing outwards from the male's crotch.

As Kraken walked down the steps, his body came into view. Pitch black scales covered the dragon's body. Jagged silver lines ran down his chest, matching the lines of his pecs and abs. The lines radiated outwards along his arms and legs, a bright contrast to his dark scales. Thick silver spikes ran down the back of his head, over his spine, and along his long tail that dragged on the floor behind him.

Six dark red cocks weaved about in the air, all coming from one super-stuffed sheath. A pair of balls as large as watermelons draped over his thighs. All six shafts, four inches thick each, dripped constantly, leaving a trail of clear pre-cum on the stage floor.

The seven-foot dragon grinned, displaying long rows of sharp white teeth as he sized up the small otter.

"Huh... growing 'em small these days, aren't they?" the dragon said, caressing Ghost's cheek with one of his thick prehensile shafts, leaving a trail of musky male seed in the aqua-green fur.

"Let's see what you got, big guy," Ghost said, smirking.

Kraken's eyebrow went up and a thin smile formed on his muzzle, but he just nodded and waited for the host.

"Okay, Kraken, you can begin after I ask the first question," the host said. "Ghost, are you ready? Let's go! Question 1: What do the opposite sides of a die add up to?"

"Oh, seven," Ghost said, distracted by the dragon.

"Correct!"

The blue-green otter stiffened as the first dose of the transformational chemicals ran down the IV line. Their effects wouldn't be as pronounced because he didn't spin the Wheel, though besides enhancing his sensitivity and lust, they'd add on to his current features. Ghost swung his large, long tail behind him rapidly as Kraken moved in close.

Two of the large reptile's cocks snuck down between Ghost's legs and curled up under his tail. The otter groaned loudly as they pumped thick, hot pre-cum over his tail hole and rump, lubing him up. Two more prehensile shafts stroked his chest and belly, leaving streaks of pre-cum in his fur. One caressed Ghost's cheek as the other slipped over Kraken's own muzzle. The dragon rumbled as he licked and kissed his own thick prehensile cock, putting on a show for the otter, who quickly grew erect as the chemicals spread a curious warmth through his chest and belly.

"Question 2: What horoscope sign features a lion?"

"Leo, I believe," Ghost said, licking his lips to taste the thick, salty pre-cum left on his cheeks by the dragon.

"Correct!"

Ghost didn't hear the correct. He let out a grunt as one of the dragon's tentacle-cocks plunged into his rump, spreading his cheeks wide. The dragon pushed in hard and deep, filling the small otter's bottom completely. Ghost panted and moaned, wriggling in his restraints as his cock pulsed, already dripping. The second dose ran down the IV line, adding to his arousal. His plump belly jiggled as two of the dragon's cocks slid over it, rubbing and teasing his fur as the cock up his rump pistoned back and forth rapidly.

"Mmm... nice," Kraken rumbled, grinning hugely. "Now get that muzzle open, cutie..."

Ghost didn't have much of a choice as a thick cock pushed past his lips, driving down to the back of his throat. Thick pre-cum filled his muzzle as he sucked on it automatically, grunting loudly as the fat shaft slid back and forth over his tongue.

By the time the host was ready with the next question, Ghost's muzzle was a wet mess of dripping pre-cum and Kraken was teasing a second shaft under the otter's tail. The dragon turned around and knelt, long shafts extending around his hips and sides to reach the otter still. He lifted his tail, draping it over the otter's shoulder, and sat down, grinding himself against the small male's arousal.

"Question 3: How many players from a volleyball team are on the court at one time?"

Kraken grinned and pulled his cock from the otter's muzzle, giving him the chance to answer.

"That would be... six, right?" he asked, cum dribbling out over his lips.

"Correct!"

As soon as the bell rang to signify the correct answer, Kraken shoved his cock back into Ghost's muzzle, groaning as the small male's erection pushed under his tail. Kraken enjoyed getting it up the rump while he ravaged his opponents. With such a small otter, it was even more fun - he wrapped his tentacle cocks around Ghost's belly and chest and squeezed him firmly as the second shaft poked at his tail hole, looking for an opportunity to grind in.

Ghost moaned around the thick shaft in his muzzle, eyes closed tight as the one up his rump pumped in firmly. His eyes opened wide, however, when he felt the black dragon's rump stretch around his head. Within moments, Kraken sat down on the otter, taking the small male up to the sheath. The bigger reptile let out a happy sigh and tipped his head back, being careful with his downward-pointing silver spikes so he didn't scratch Ghost's chest or belly.

Kraken's tail squeezed Ghost's shoulder as he kept trying to work the second tentacle shaft up his rump. Ghost moaned loudly and swallowed more thick, salty seed, grunting as Kraken rolled his hips, clenching around his cock.

"Question 4: Before America got Florida in 1819, which nation controlled the territory?"

Kraken once again removed his cock from Ghost's muzzle, letting the otter speak. Salty pre-cum drizzled over his lips, soaking his chin and neck.

"That would be Spain! Oh, and Kraken, don't be afraid to use your hands."

Ghost's smirk lasted only a moment before Kraken stuffed his tentacle cock back into the otter's muzzle.

"Correct!" the host said.

Ghost's long, thick tail, as long as he was tall, thickened up, one of the effects of the chemicals. It lifted off the floor and wrapped up in the cocks around his chest and belly, grinding against them. Kraken groaned and pumped the shaft into Ghost's rump faster, then sat down heavily, taking the otter's cock up his rump deeply. His paws reached back, stroking Ghost's sides as six long, thick dragon-cocks molested every inch of the otter's four-foot frame.

The second cock prodding at Ghost's rump finally pushed forward. Ghost's eyes went wide, but the tentacle in his muzzle muffled his grunts and moans as two four-inch-thick shafts plugged up his rear, stretching him greatly. As one tentacle cock pumped up, the other pulled back, forming a revolving chain of thrusting that never left the otter empty. The black dragon growled and hefted his hips up and down, grinding his tight rump over Ghost's cock again and again.

Ghost was just getting used to the twin tentacles driving into his rump, flooding him with pre-cum, when a third joined in, trying to find space to squeeze in. The otter wriggled and moaned, but as the cock in his muzzle sank deeper, filling his throat and pumping pre-cum straight into his belly, the noises cut off. Kraken groaned hugely and gasped as his watermelon-sized balls bounced up and down as he fucked the otter, taking the shaft as deep as he could get it each time.

The cock in Ghost's muzzle pulsed, throbbed, then unloaded a heated batch of thick dragon spunk. Ghost's cheeks bulged, then cum flooded back out over his lips as the dragon pulled the spurting cock free, firing a few loads of sticky, warm semen across the small male's blue-green fur. One of the cocks wrapped around his chest uncoiled and drove into his muzzle, replacing the first, as the spent shaft wrapped itself up in the otter's elongated tail.

Ghost's cock added a few inches over the course of his time, another benefit of the chemicals. Kraken grinned as he took it, enjoying how he could feel it grow inside him.

"Question 6: Bombay is the largest city in what country?"

Ghost gasped for breath as the cock pulled out of his messy muzzle.

"India!"

"Correct!"

The otter's cock thickened considerably from the next dose, making Kraken a very happy dragon. The big male rolled his hips again, around and around, as he pushed down firmly. The third cock forced its way into Ghost's rump - the otter's moan reverberated through the studio before being muffled by another tentacle cock.

All three cocks moved as one, grinding deep into Ghost's rump. The otter's long tail, now one and a half times his height in length, flexed around wildly, even reaching around to grope at Kraken's massive balls. The dragon shuddered and gasped as one of his tentacle cocks erupted inside Ghost's rump, increasing the pressure as loads of hot dragon seed filled him.

Ghost closed his eyes tight and clenched as the thick gushes of dragon cum filled his rear. He suckled hard on the cock plunging his throat as he felt his orgasm build. There was no stopping it - not with such a fat cock in his muzzle, three more up his stretched, tingling ass, and a huge dragon grinding on his cock.

The short male writhed as his cock thickened up further, adding on inches in girth and length. His balls roiled as he tried to hump, but was held back by the restraints around his arms and legs and waist. That didn't stop his orgasm, though, and Kraken let out a surprised gasp as he felt the small male's big load fill him up.

Kraken pushed down hard, holding himself around Ghost's dick until he was sure he milked out every last drop. Another of Kraken's tentacles went off inside Ghost's rump, then the third, as the one in his muzzle unloaded as well. Thick white cum covered Ghost's face, neck, and chest. It ran around his big pot belly, soaking him down to the skin.

Kraken moaned happily as he felt Ghost's shaft twitch inside him. The otter was small, sure, but his cock was nice and plump. He wriggled his last tentacle cock and glanced over his shoulder.

"I got one left," he said, pulling his spent shaft out of Ghost's muzzle. "Think you can handle it?"

The otter blinked cum out of his eyes and licked his lips before smirking. "What do you think?"

Stagehands undid the cuffs on Ghost's body, freeing the otter, who wrapped his tail around Kraken's huge balls and squeezed firmly as the dragon turned around. The black-scaled reptile growled and reached for the slippery otter, ending up on top in the middle of the stage for some serious humping.

"That's all for Ghost Otter!" the host announced, watching from a safe distance as the small, rotund otter was molested six different ways. "Let's give him a big hand! And we'll be right back with more of... A Matter of Inches!"

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

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A Matter of Inches: Episode 6

A NEW Transformation-Based Game Show!

A Matter of Inches is a game show where contestants must answer questions while strapped into the Square, a rectangular metal frame that keeps their wrists and ankles immobilized. Contestants are sucked, fucked, and milked to get them to cum as soon as possible. The longer they last, the more TF chemicals they get.

Round 1: Taiko

The otter host of A Matter of Inches strolled to the center of the stage, grinning at the audience. The dark brown male looked prim and proper in a sharp black suit and light blue tie. He held his hands out, quieting down the crowd's applause as the theme music ended.

"Welcome back to another episode of A Matter of Inches!" he said. "Let's get right into it with our first contestant... Reign Akito!"

From the crowd, a tall dragon-pangolin hybrid stood up. Primarily draconic in appearance, thick scales overlapped down his backside and legs. The scales were sky blue on his chest and shoulders; dark blue in the back. Dark blue hair matched his scales and was pulled back in a tight braid.

Dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, the dragon walked slowly down the steps, careful not to trip, and climbed onto the stage. A bit over six feet tall, he had a slight pudge to him, giving him a roundish appearance, despite the angular nature of his muzzle and cheeks.

"Welcome to the show, Reign!" the host said, holding out a microphone. "Where are you from?"

"T-thank you," the dragon said nervously, scratching at the back of his head. "I'm from Novus Ager, though I'm not sure if it's still named that."

"Well, no matter what it's named, we're glad to have you on the show!" the host said. "You know how we play the game here? Good! While you get ready, let's get the Wheel started!"

Stagehands led Reign towards the center of the stage where a large steel square sat bolted to the floor. Telescopic, it could expand or retract to fit nearly any size. Restraints could be adjusted to fit around any wrists or ankles and a large leather belt strapped across the center would hold the contestants' waists still.

High above the stage, an LED board lit up in a dazzling array of colors. Various options lit up, though which one would be picked was entirely random.

"Okay, Reign. If you spin the Wheel, you'll get three free bonus doses to accelerate your transformation," the host said. "If you choose not to spin, our Patented Transformational Chemicals will still do something to you, though nothing extreme."

The crowd chanted for Reign to pick the Wheel. The host let them go for a moment as the final straps were snugged tightly around the dragon's blue ankles.

"What will it be, Reign? Will you spin the Wheel and accept your fate?"

"I... um..."

The shy dragon just nodded. The host grinned and motioned towards the Wheel, which lit up all the options. Eventually it blinked them out, leaving only one remaining.

THE WHEEL:

1. Hermification

2. Tail Cock

3. Hybridizer: Foxtaur

4. Gender Bender

5. Devolution

6. Nippledicks

7. Taur Trainwreck

8. Cocktopus

9. Fluffer Merge

10. Demon Demon on the Wall

"Tail Cock!" the host announced.

Reign instinctively glanced over his shoulder at his tail. Thick at the base, just above his rump cheeks, it draped down over the floor. The top of the tail was heavily scaled, armor-like, with dark blue scales. The underside was fleshier and softer, with smoother, tight-knit dragon scales of sky blue.

As the three bonus doses ran down the IV line into Reign's arm, he flexed his tail, wondering how, exactly, a tailcock would work with all the armor. Still, the idea excited him. He panted hard as warmth spread through his body, increasing his hormone production and making his heart race.

"One more thing before we begin, Reign," the host said, crossing the stage to stand near the right side, where a set of broad stairs led to three curtains. "Time to choose your opponent!"

Three names lit up in bright neon above the curtains: "Habanero" in pink, "Long John" in blue, and "Showbiz" in purple.

"Who'll it be, Reign?"

"Lo... Long John?" the dragon hybrid said, not at all sounding sure of himself.

The host nodded. "Let's bring him out!"

Long John's theme song started up as his curtain rose. Outlined in silhouette from behind by a bright white light, the black shadow was curled into a classic bodybuilding pose, with his arm curled, fist to his forehead. Both legs were bent, one more than the other, as he faced to the right. Between his legs, a massive equine shaft hung low, swinging slowly back and forth.

The sound of clopping hooves echoed through the studio as Long John stood, then stepped down onto the stage floor proper. The Clydesdale was massive, over eight feet tall, with huge shoulders and a barrel chest. A clear eight-pack on his belly rippled as he paused to bring his arms around in a circle, flexing again. His massive cock hung over his grapefruit-sized balls, bouncing as he took a few more steps towards the dragon strapped up in the Square.

"Hmph. Don't think you're man enough to take me," he snorted, hot breath washing over Reign's face.

The dragon stared at him, eyes wide. The horse was massive, from head to toe. Thick white fur feathered over his wrists and ankles, almost hiding his huge hooves and fingers from view. The stallion grinned as he leaned in and inhaled Reign's scent.

"Gonna have fun breaking you in, boy," he said, snorting again.

"Okay, Reign, are you ready?" the host asked.

The petrified dragon took a few moments before fractionally nodding his snout in assent.

"Very well. Long John, you may begin as soon as I ask the first question. Here we go! Question 1: What 1984 film starred Bill Murray, Dan Akroyd, and Sigourney Weaver?"

"Gho-Ghostbusters!"

"Correct!"

Reign's eyes opened even wider than before when Long John stepped in close, gripped his cock at the base, and lifted it. He let it smack down over the chubby dragon-hybrid's chest and belly. It lay there warmly, pulsing against the sky blue scales, thicker thank Reigns arm and almost as long. Long John grinned, blunt teeth shining under the lights, as he towered over the bound dragon, hips pushing forward so that his massive shaft slid up Reign's chest higher.

The dragon moaned loudly. Not just from the stallion's lewd advance, but the next dose of transformational chemicals running down the IV line. His tail twitched back and forth, dragging over the smooth floor as he felt the huge, semi-flared head of Long John's cock push under his jaw, into the fleshy part of his neck.

Reign yelped when Long John reached around and dug his fingers into his fleshy, smooth rump, to either side of the armor-like scales running down the center of his back and over his tail. The horse squeezed roughly, pulling the cheeks apart, as his hips pressed in close, squeezing his cock between his hard belly and Reign's soft body.

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this," the horse muttered under his breath. "Been too long."

"Question 2: What is the square root of one-quarter?" the host asked.

The dragon responded quickly, despite the crushing weight of the massive, muscular stallion grinding against him.

"Point... oooh, point five!" he gasped, struggling to get his snout clear of Long John's oversized pecs.

"Correct!"

The stallion grunted as a stream of thick pre-cum pulsed out of his flat cockhead, splattering the underside of Reign's chin. The dragon groaned, cock throbbing and hard, the same dark blue color as the armored, overlapping scales running down his backside. His shaft pushed into Long John's thighs, just above his knees, dribbling pre-cum, though not nearly as much as the stallion could produce.

The heat in Reign's body grew, filling him with a fiery lust. He pulled against his restraints and moaned loudly as Long John's fingers tugged on his hips and rump, squeezing hard. His tail flexed, slowly thickening about halfway down. The bulge pushed towards the tip slowly, increasing the diameter of the tail as it went.

Long John backed up, giving the dragon a chance to catch a few breaths, and stepped around behind him. Reign shivered as he felt fingers stroke his sides and back, then tease his thighs. He moaned again, loudly, when the stallion pulled on his tail, lifting it up and draping it over his shoulder. The horse's massive cock pushed against the fleshy, warm underside of his tail and Long John moaned loudly, tongue coming out to lick over the side of Reign's muzzle.

"Question 3: Geiger counters are used to measure what?"

"Io-oooooohhhh-nizing radiation!"

"Correct!"

Long John nipped the back of Reign's neck. The dragon shuddered and moaned again. The moan turned into a high pitched squeal when several of the stallion's fingers dug into his rump. The horse spat, lubing up Reign's tail hole, as streams of pre-cum pulsed against the underside of his tail.

Reign's whole body shivered as the next dose went down the IV line into his arm. His belly and chest jiggled, adding on a few pounds, as his thick thighs fattened up considerably. His rump swelled, making Long John snort appreciatively as it filled out in a nice, big bubble-butt. Reign's tail grew as well, thickening down the length all the way to the tail tip, so that instead of ending in a point, it was blunt, almost as thick as the base. It curled over Long John's shoulders and slid against the equine's lower backside, occasionally brushing against the muscle-stallion's own long-haired tail.

Reign grunted as a stream of fluid blasted out of the tip of his tail, splattering over the floor in a long line. The thick appendage curled back and forth, flexing of its own accord, unnoticed by Long John as he ground his broad length across the dragon's tail hole, pushing the urethra against the white pucker.

"Question 4: How many minutes of play are there in an American football match?"

"Sixty! Fuck!"

"Correct!"

Long John grinned and slid his hips back. One hand curled around Reign's shoulders as the other guided his fat, flat cockhead to the dragon's tight pucker. Reign moaned long and loud as the stallion teased him, painting his rump with pre-cum, getting him wet and messy in preparation.

Still unnoticed by the muscular stallion, Reign's tail fattened up considerably at the tip. Extending from beneath the layer of overlapping dark blue scales over the top of the tail, a four-inch-thick erection emerged. Shaped like the dragon's regular erection, slightly pointed and ridged along the shaft, it curved upwards just a bit. The entire tail was longer now, adding on inch after inch as it swung down. Cameras focused in on Long John's firm, flexing buttocks as the tail lined up.

The crowd gasped as the tailcock surged forward, burying its dripping head inside the stallion's ass. Long John's hips pushed forward heavily as he whinnied loudly. His cock stretched Reign's ass wide as it sunk in hard and heavy, roughly. The stallion hadn't meant to, but he couldn't help sliding in deeper as the dragon's tailcock violated his own rump.

Reign's tail, completely out of his control by now, flexed and rippled against Long John's powerful body, grinding in deeper, relentless. The stallion's hooves stomped on the floor, cracking tiles as his thighs went taut. Reign's ass clenched tight around the oversized cock spreading his plump cheeks and he let out a loud howl of pleasure as his tailcock flexed and twitched inside the bigger male.

"Question 5," the host said slowly, staring at the display in front of him. "Gorgonzola cheese comes from which country?"

"Italy!"

Reign's muzzle barely managed to say the words as his belly bulged. Long John's fingers gripped his hips tightly, indented into the fleshy scales of his thick hips.

"Correct!"

The stallion leaned his chest against Reign's tail and backside as he humped in hard, rump adjusting to the thickness of the dragon's tailcock.

"Ooh, maybe you aren't quite the bottom you seem to be," Long John gasped. "Damn, boy..."

Reign just gasped again as his tailcock writhed side to side, further stretching the massive stallion's tail hole. The horse clenched hard, every muscle flexing around the thick erection. He pumped forward, grinding his cock in deeper, inch after inch disappearing into Reign's rump.

The dragon's belly filled out further, though it didn't make him look fat as much as it gave him added mass. Cuddly. Long John certainly thought so as his paws reached around and groped at Reign's chest, scratching at his smooth scales with his blunt fingernails.

The host was about to ask the next question, but Reign's piercing howl interrupted the otter. The cameras focused on Long John's flexing butt as thick rivers of white cum splattered out around the tail buried deep inside. The stallion whinnied again and humped up hard, hilting his massive erection inside the dragon. Long John came a moment later, leaning back to give the cameras a good view as thick seed spurted out of the dragon's rump, running down both his and Reign's thighs.

Reign moaned happily as the horse bucked into him, still fucking him even as he came. The pressure on his prostate grew until the dragon's blue erection throbbed, slapped up against his belly, and sprayed ropes of cum over the studio floor, nearly reaching the edge of the stage with the first couple blasts. The dragon slumped back against the stallion, still held in his restraints, as the horse's fingers clutched his stomach tightly, digging into the soft mass.

Eventually, both the stallion and the dragon's tail slowed down. Long John nipped the back of Reign's neck as the long cock withdrew slowly from his rump, leaving a mess of cum to drip out of his stretched tail hole and down the back of his thighs.

"Haven't gotten a dick like that in a while... thanks, cutie," the stallion whispered. He grunted as the blue male squeezed around his shaft again, flare fully extended now, keeping most of his cum inside him.

"No... no problem," Reign wheezed, shivering from head to foot as the lust-induced haze kept his cock rock hard. His tailcock rubbed over Long John's rump, smearing seed around the brown flanks.

"Well, that's all for Reign Akito!" the host said, impressed by the three large loads the two males ejected. "Let's give him a big hand! And Long John, too! Takes a real stallion to handle a... thing like that!"

Long John moaned and wrapped his arms around Reign, clutching the dragon close as stagehands released him from his restraints. The stallion refused to let go and carried the dragon offstage, still balls deep inside the pudgy, soft reptile.

The otter host watched them go, grinning broadly as he heard moans echoing down the hallways. A cleaning crew emerged to follow them, mopping up the large trail of seed they left behind.

"We'll be right back with more of A Matter of Inches!"

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

Round 2: Rajara

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches! Let's welcome our next contestant... Rajara!"

A 6-foot-3 purple-furred wolf stood up and bounded down the stairs, shouting all the while.

"Oh my God! Finally! Oh wow! I never thought it would happen! Not in a million years! Yes!"

Muscular, but not overly so, Rajara wore a sleeveless tank top and baggy green shorts with a flower motif. At 312 pounds, however, he was quite dense, and the studio floor shook as he jumped onto it.

Rajara's hair was long, down to his shoulders, with purple tips. His tail was tipped in white, then a spot of black, though it was hard to tell because it was wagging so hard.

"Welcome to the show, Rajara!" the otter host said. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from the land of limited access - Alaska!"

"We're happy to have you," the host said. "While you get ready in the Square, let's see what you may be spinning on the Wheel!"

The purple wolf grinned and followed the stagehands towards the center of the stage. He stripped eagerly. Under his shirt, white fur coated his chest and belly. The white narrowed towards his hips, dipping inwards around his sheath before spreading over the insides of his thighs. His pecs and six-pack abdomen looked good under the studio lights. The white fur provided a nice background for his nine and a half inch canine erection, thick and black, with the beginnings of a knot at the base, still in the sheath. The excited lupine held his arms out for the stagehands to buckle him in as the host motioned towards the Wheel, high above the stage.

"Will you accept your fate and spin the Wheel?" the otter asked.

THE WHEEL:

1. Hermification

2. Hybridizer: Ottertaur

3. Gender Bender

4. Devolution

5. Nippledicks

6. Taur Trainwreck

7. Cocktopus

8. Fluffer Merge

9. Demon Demon on the Wall

10. Four Tickets to the Gun Show

"Why the hell not?" the wolf said, grinning confidently. "Long as I get a spin on that sexy otter ass of yours later!"

The host glared at the wolf for only a moment before forcing himself to grin. "Perhaps you have me confused with the host of another show," the otters said, adjusting his tie. "Anyways... let's spin!"

He smacked his webbed paw over a large red button on a pedestal on the left side of the stage. High above, the LED board lit up, displaying all the options before blacking them out one at a time, until just one remained lit up.

"Demon Demon on the Wall!" the host announced.

Rajara gasped as the first three doses barreled down the IV line into his body. The wolf shuddered as the heat spread through his body, starting in his chest and moving outwards. His cock throbbed, already dripping with excitement as he wriggled in his restraints.

"One more thing to take care of before we start the game," the host said, heading towards the right side of the stage. "Time for you to pick your opponent!"

At the top of the stairs, three curtains hung side by side. Names lit up above each curtain in bright neon colors: "Habanero" in pink, "Orcenloop" in blue, and "Showbiz" in purple.

"Who'll it be, Rajara?"

"Always wondered what inspired those stage names, but... I think I'll try the newbie. Orcenloop!"

Orcenloop's theme music blasted out of the speakers around the studio as his curtain rose. The silhouette appeared disappointingly normal at first. The black figure moved, though, turning to the side, and opened his mouth. Outlined in black, with no distinguishable features because of the bright light shining from behind, what was obviously an enormous tongue pressed out of the male's muzzle. The audience gasped as the tongue dropped lower and lower, until the tip curled to avoid dragging on the floor.

The slim male stood straight and headed down the steps. His long red tongue was visible first, followed by the rest of his body. A red lizard, smooth from head to toe, with a black mask around his head in addition to the standard white bikini bottom with the show's logo on the rump. The mask was Zorro-like and stretched all the way around his face, hiding most of his cheeks and the area around his eyes, which were solid white, lacking pupils, though whether it was an effect of the mask or a natural feature was unclear.

The lizard's massive tongue withdrew into his broad muzzle as he stalked across the stage towards Rajara, ignoring the applause of the audience for his unusual endowment.

"I hope you taste like grape, because I'm gonna be licking you from head to toe!" the lizard said, failing somewhat to come across as menacing.

Rajara giggled and squirmed, the three bonus doses coursing through him. He stared at the lizard's smooth belly, lacking a bellybutton, and thin hips. He had a bit of a rump, which Rajara liked, but little muscle tone.

"Orcenloop, you can begin as soon as I ask the first question," the host said. "Rajara, are you ready? Let's begin! Question 1: What is the British term for what Americans call 'gasoline'?"

"Petrol!"

"Correct!"

Rajara's eyes went wide as Orcenloop jumped forward, fingers splaying over the wolf's chest. The lizard's mouth opened wide around Rajara's lips. The wolf grunted as several inches of the lizard's tongue slid into his muzzle, filling his cheeks and caressing his tongue. Orcenloop groaned hotly as he caressed Rajara's chest and belly, teasing the wolf. His smooth belly pressed against the wolf's thick cock, squeezing it back into his white belly fur.

Orcenloop took a much different approach from Long John, who'd gone straight to the fucking. The lizard was more interested in teasing and was obviously skilled at it. Rajara's tail wagged rapidly, a blur, as Orcenloop stroked him, pinched his nipples, teased his claws over the large nuts hanging below Rajara's sheath, and continued to kiss the wolf deeper than he would have thought possible.

"Question 2: What is the capital of Austria?"

Orcenloop pulled away from Rajara, obviously disappointed he had to end the kiss so the wolf could answer the question, Almost a foot of light red tongue slipped from between Rajara's dark lips before the tip appeared, flicked the wolf's nose, and slipped back into Orcenloop's muzzle.

"Vienna," Rajara said, smirking as the lizard teased him. "You know, you remind me of a certain lizard... wonder if you're as good as he is?"

The otter interrupted Orcenloop's response with a hearty "Correct!"

"Oh, wolfy, you have no idea," the lizard said.

Orcenloop's tongue dropped from his muzzle again. The flexible length wrapped around the base of Rajara's sheath, separating it from his balls as he squeezed it. The wolf moaned as his semi-hard knot was encircled and pulled from its tight fuzzy home.

Rajara felt the next dose enter his arm and wriggled. He could feel something strange happening, but it was a full body feeling. The wolf moaned, long and low, as Orcenloop dropped to his knees, using his tongue to caress and tease Rajara's shaft as his paws stroked over the wolf's chest.

Rajara's fangs extended. Slow and sure, they grew over his lips, gradually appearing and glinting in the bright lights of the studio. The wolf's chest and belly hardened, packing on muscle beneath his thick white and purple fur. His biceps grew fat, his thighs thickened up, as he grew more powerful. He let out a howl as two pricks of pain pierced his skin between his ears. The cameras moved in for a closer view as a pair of onyx-black ram horns grew out of the wolf's head, small for now.

"Question 3: Which Dutch artist painted the famous expressionist artwork called 'Sunflowers'?"

"Vincent Van Gogh?" Rajara asked.

"Correct!"

The wolf closed his eyes and panted, whining under his breath as the next dose ran down the IV line. His horns and fangs continued to grow, though his teeth stopped short of the center of his chin. His horns, however, seemed to keep going, curling around and around as they thickened up.

His erection enlarged as well. Orcenloop cooed happily as his tongue emerged, wrapping around and around the thick canine erection, teasing every inch of the black flesh. The lizard grinned up at Rajara, watching as the wolf bulked up, growing more muscular by the minute. Orcenloop stroked Rajara's thighs, feeling the flexing hamstrings under his purple fur. The lizard's erection was out, hard and thick, larger than would be otherwise expected on such a slim reptile.

The lizard's tongue-tip slipped up Rajara's belly. As more feet of tongue pushed out of Orcenloop's mouth, the shaft continued to slide around Rajara's cock, while the tip reached up to tease at the wolf's nipples.

"Question 4: What is the English translation of the film title Il Buono, Il Brutto, Il Cattivo?"

A gray- and black-furred winged wolf in the audience spoke up. He was quickly hauled to the back of the studio by the security team. As he was hauled past other audience members, they heard the security otters say something about the Fluffers needing a new toy for the night...

"The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly?" Rajara asked.

"Correct!"

The wolf shuddered as his cock spurted thick streams of clear pre-cum. It squeezed between the coils of Orcenloop's thick tongue. The lizard groped at Rajara's growing pecs and abs as he stretched his tongue tip up to tease under the wolf's chin. Orcenloop's fingers found the wolf's rump and groped it, teasing under the tail and making Rajara gasp.

The wolf's thick white belly and chest fur gradually darkened, turning pitch black as the next dose ran down the IV line. He closed his eyes for almost three minutes, panting hard and moaning as Orcenloop molested his cock and rump. When he opened his eyes, they glowed a fiery red. He growled hotly and struggled in the restraints, tail lashing back and forth, now tipped all in black.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that, Orcenloop," the wolf growled, his voice deeper than normal. "Your tactics just seem so... familiar."

The lizard doubled his efforts and slipped two fingers under the wolf's tail, making the muscular lupine freeze up for a moment. Orcenloop groaned as he felt the male's erection throb in his tongue, growing thicker and harder by the moment.

Rajara's shoulders flexed as two bumped formed between the blades. He howled as they erupted open and a pair of thick, leathery bat-wings unfurled. They flapped rapidly, growing larger and larger, until they stood out from his backside at almost ten feet across. The velvety membranes caught the air easily - were he not strapped into his bonds, the wolf would have lifted up into the air.

Rajara shuddered and folded his wings in, the knowledge of how to do so coming to him instinctively. He grinned down at Orcenloop, red eyes blazing, fangs glistening. His cock was over a foot long now, twice as thick, with a knot at the base bigger than his fist. The wolf grunted as the lizard's smooth fingers pushed into his rump, teasing him further as the other hand crawled over his abs, stroking the silky black fur outlining them.

"Question 5: On a standard Monopoly board, what square lies diagonally opposite 'Go'?"

"It's been so long since I played," Rajara growled, eyes closing as he attempted to focus. "Wait... I remember! Free Parking!"

"Correct!"

As the next dose hit Rajara's arm, Orcenloop grunted in surprise as an especially thick stream of pre-cum rushed over his tongue. Hot and salty, the lizard groaned and pressed his cheek into Rajara's belly, fingers digging deeper into the wolf's muscular rump. His tongue coiled around the wolf's balls, covering them entirely, and massaged the softball-sized orbs.

Rajara's feet stomped against the floor louder than they ought to. When the cameras focused on his feet, they found instead of regular lupine legs, from the knees down he had the legs of a black stallion. Massive hooves clopped against the floor, onyx black as the ram horns on his head. Dark purple hair feathered over the hooves, hiding some of the glint. From the knees up, where the black, smooth skin melted into thick purple fur, Rajara's body remained the same, if much more muscular.

"Enough... this game bores me!" Rajara growled loudly.

Smoke billowed from the restraints around the wolf's body. Orcenloop's eyes went wide as he felt the heat coming off the leather belt around Rajara's hips, moments before it fell to the floor, sizzling and burning.

"Time to take this somewhere private," the lupine demon said, grabbing Orcenloop by the back of his head. "You too, otter!"

The host scrambled backwards, but the massive wolf's claws hooked into his fancy suit coat. With a howl of pleasure, Rajara took flight, massive wings unfurling. His equine hooves dangled beneath him as Orcenloop clutched his hips, holding on by his fingers and tongue only. The otter struggled in Rajara's grasp, but couldn't escape as he was carried higher and higher. The purple demon exploded out of a window, escaping into the night, carrying the unfortunately host and Fluffer with him.

His laughter echoed back into the studio as the cameras focused on the shocked audience and the broken window. After a few moments, the scene was replaced by a picture of an otter tripping over a mop bucket and the words "We are Experiencing Technical Difficulties. Please Stand By!"

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

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A Matter of Inches: Episode 7

A Transformation-Based Game Show!

A Matter of Inches is a game show where contestants must answer questions while strapped into the Square, a rectangular metal frame that keeps their wrists and ankles immobilized. Contestants are sucked, fucked, and milked to get them to cum as soon as possible while their bodies change according to a randomly-chosen TF. The longer they last, the more TF chemicals they get.

Round 1: Lifeforce

The host of "A Matter of Inches," a handsome otter in a smart black suit, strolled onto the stage. Lights beamed down on him from above as he spoke into a small handheld microphone.

"Welcome to A Matter of Inches!" he said, turning to a camera. "You all know how to play. A random contestant is strapped into the Square-"

The otter paused to motion to the large bracket device in the center of the stage. Large straps hung from it at various points, enabling the smallest and largest people to be buckled into place.

"-and you all know about the Fluffers!"

A spotlight lit up a small dais on the right side of the stage. At the top of a short flight of step, three curtains hung in a row - one blue, one pink, and one purple.

"And of course, who could forget the Wheel?"

The large electronic Wheel lit up above the stage, cycling through various transformation options to be inflicted upon the contestants.

The host waited for the cheers and applause from the audience to die down before continuing. The music faded out as he pulled a small card from his pocket.

"Tonight's first contestant is... Rafeal!"

Lights flashed across the audience until they settled on an average-looking fox. At five-foot-seven with a bit of a pudgy body, the fox wasn't too far from an average fox, except for his emerald fur color. From ears to tail, the fox was a bright, lustrous green. He wore a grey collar around his neck, a pair of loose khaki shorts, and a plain black t-shirt.

As he made his way down the stairs, he smiled shyly. The host greeted him as he made his way onto the stage.

"Welcome to the show, Rafeal!" the otter said, motioning for the fox to stand next to him. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from... uh, New Zealand, I guess."

"Great! Let's get you ready to play!"

Several stagehands appeared on stage, all otters, and guided Rafeal to the Square. After taking a moment to pull his long digitrade legs through his shorts, the fox pulled off his shirt and then his underwear, leaving him nude. The audience whooped at him as he was strapped into the Square, wrists out to his sides, legs spread.

"First things first," the host said, moving to the left side of the stage. "Let's find out what you'll get on the Wheel!"

After he pushed a big red button on a small pole next to his podium, the lights on the electronic board above the stage flashed. The music swelled dramatically as the options cycled through rapidly. They slowed down eventually, and came to a rest on...

The Wheel

1. Taurification

2. Hermify Me, Captain

3. Release the Kraken

4. Green Thumb

5. Quadtaurification

6. Muscle Museum

7. Size Does Matter

8. Shrinky Dink

9. Melt Into You

10. Wrecking Balls

11. Titanic Titties

12. Nipple Plays

"Green Thumb!" the host announced. "A fitting choice for our green fox here!"

Rafeal winced as an IV was inserted into his arm by the stagehands, who then quickly vanished from the stage. The lights above the dais and curtains on the right side of the stage lit up.

"Time to make your choice, Rafeal," the host said. "Would you like a male, female, or herm fluffer?"

Rafeal glanced to the side at the curtains before replying.

"Erm... a herm sounds good..."

The lights over the blue and pink curtains went dark. The rest of the lights around the dais followed suit as the purple curtain rose gently upwards. A strong light shone from behind the dais left the revealed figure in shadow, only their silhouette visible.

The silhouette was unique. At first it looked like whoever it was had weird, split legs - until a long, lithe foxtaur made hir way down the steps. Deep russet fur covered hir naked body. Heavy breasts, two sets on hir chest in total, led the way as shi padded down the stairs. Clearly visible nipples ran down hir belly in pairs, six in all, and more poked from thick white belly fur along hir underbody.

Between hir hind legs, a pair of massive white-furred testicles swung back and forth, much too large for the sheath in front of them. The sheath wasn't small by any measure, but the heavy nuts swaying back and forth behind it were disproportionately large.

A thick, bushy white-tipped tail wagged back and forth slowly as the foxtaur trotted briskly across the stage towards Rafeal, who stared in amazement.

"Let's all give a big hand to Tawny," the otter announced. "Our newest Fluffer!"

The foxtaur flashed a grin at the audience before circling around Rafeal, brushing up against him with hir long taur-half and teasing his lips with hir tail. A thick length of fox-cock dropped from hir sheath, almost dragging along the floor, as shi took a few deep breaths, showing off hir luxurious cleavage. Both pairs of breasts jiggled for the cameras as shi cupped the lower set, demonstrating their size and heft to the stunned green fox.

"You aren't gonna last more than three questions, foxy," the fluffer promised.

"Tawny, you may begin as soon as I ask the first question," the host said.

The foxtaur made a pleasurable rumbling noise as shi weaved around the Square again, cock stiffening up as shi went, until it sagged only slightly, almost fourteen inches long from base to tip. The beginnings of a knot made itself known in hir white-furred sheath, plumping up and stretching out the skin, as hir fingers trailed along the restraints holding the panting green fox immobile.

"Question 1: The popular song 'Barbie Girl' was sung by which band?"

Rafeal's eyes followed the foxtaur as shi moved around him, ears following along as he listened for hir small coos of pleasure.

"Shi's uh... shi's big," he said, before shaking his head to focus on the question. Tawny blew on his ears, making them flick automatically, as he answered. "Err... Aqua?"

"Correct!"

Rafeal wasn't sure what to focus on first. The lights went off, flashing rapidly, and the music blasted out with a celebratory buzz. Besides the audiovisual stimulation, two pairs of firm paws reached around his hips from behind, sliding over his belly and chest, stroking his green fur, before slipping down to cup his sheath and balls. He was already pudging up in his sheath; a few strokes and he was moaning with pleasure, hard as he'd ever been.

In addition, the first dose of the patented transformational chemicals ran down the IV line, sending a burst of warmth from his wrist, up his arm, and into his heart, where it spread throughout his body in moments. Tingling pleasure made his toes curl against the stage floor as he felt two pairs of heavy breasts slide against his backside. Tawny pressed so close to the green fox's backside he could even feel hir additional nipples on hir belly sliding through his fur.

Tawny slid around the Square again, ending in front of Rafeal. Dropping hir forelegs down, shi left hir rump up, tail lifted, giving the audience a show of hir exposed muff and low-hanging nuts. Rafeal's breath caught in his throat as shi leaned down, muzzle dragging across his chest and belly. As hir hot breath washed across his erection, he let out a whimper and closed his eyes. Already pre-cum bubbled from his tip and his tail wagged behind him furiously.

"Question 2: Name two of the colors used as names of Weezer albums."

"Blue and red?" Rafeal gasped out, eyes squeezed shut as the foxtaur's velvet tongue swept across the tip of his erection.

"Correct!"

The surge of chemicals wasn't as strong as the first time, but the pleasure they left behind was. Rafeal's knees trembled as Tawny's muzzle dropped over his erection, taking it to the base. Hir tongue pushed past hir lips, rubbing along the green male's ball as hir throat swallowed the tip. Rafeal's fingers dug into his palms as he bucked forward in the restraints, groaning deeply all the while.

Tawny grinned as shi pulled off slowly, slurping up a bit of pre-cum as shi did. Hir paws groped over Rafeal's chest and stomach, squeezing his pecs and round belly, working hir fingers deep into his pelt. Shi leaned forward, pushing hir double-stacked chest around his maleness, and rubbed hir large breasts over his erection, using the soft, smooth fur in hir cleavage to stimulate him further.

Rafeal's deep pelt bushed out anew as his hips pushed forward. He couldn't do what he wanted, though, because the restraints held him back. All the while, his emerald fur underwent a subtle change. Though hard to pick up on the cameras, the fur was consumed and replaced by fiber-thin blades of some kind of plant material. Not even Tawny noticed the change as it spread across his body. The vixen-taur's focus was on getting him off, not what his transformation was turning him into.

By the time the host was ready with the third question, Tawny was on the move again, pulling away from Rafeal's dripping maleness to move around to his backside. The foxtaur's erection was fully aroused now to its throbbing eighteen-inch length. It brushed up against hir white underfur as shi motioned to the stagehands.

"Question 3: Finish this lyric: 'I like it... a crazy little thing called...' what?"

"Lllloooove!" the green fox wailed.

Tawny grinned again as shi slipped hir fingers from the male's rump, where shi'd been teasing him. The stagehands arrived as the music and lights played. A few adjustments and they vanished once more, leaving the Square in a new position. Rafeal shuddered - his rump was now exposed as he hung forward, bent over at the hips. He felt a paw grab and lift his tail - during which he didn't notice as small tendrils, as emerald as his fur, slipped down from his feet, wriggling around the stage floor.

The fox grunted as a heavy weight descended on his backside. The foxtaur laughed with delight as shi hooked hir forelegs over the top bar of the Square, between Rafeal's outstretched arms. Hir heavy, fat fox cock lay across his backside, knot growing quickly as shi shifted hir hips, pushing it back and forth alongside his tail.

Tawny's feet danced on the floor as shi maneuvered into position, lining hir fat tip up under Rafeal's tail. The green fox moaned as he felt the girth of the thing prodding at him. Hot, clear pre-cum ran down the insides of his thighs as the foxtaur's copious natural lube did its work.

Tawny moaned and used hir free paws to grope at hir heavy breasts - the male was too far below to reach by this point. Shi shifted hir underbody against his backside, rubbing hir twin rows of nipples against him, as hir thickness pushed forward slowly, gradually stretching the male to fit.

Rafeal's body tingled all over again and he looked down as new sensations ran up his ankles. From the ankle down, his legs were entrapped in a riot of small roots. They were growing quickly, however, and he realized after a moment he could control their movements to a certain extent. Flexing his wrists, he found he could create similar vines from his wrists. They were small yet, vestigial almost, and thoughts of his transforming body were driven from his mind with a solid thrust from the foxtaur.

"Question four-"

"Awwwwwwww!"

Rafeal's moan of pure lust drowned out the otter for a moment as several thick inches of foxtaur cock slid up his backside, spreading him wide. At the same time, a burst of amber-colored sap sprayed from the tip of his erection, which was fading from a bright green to a more muted, earthy brown color. Small veins, similar to the kind inside trees, ran along the sides as more amber sap dripped from his tip, hot and sticky.

"Question four," the host said again. "What country is home of the Louvre?"

"F-f-f-fraaaaance!" Rafeal wailed. His belly bulged as the foxtaur eagerly pushed forward, grinding deeper into his body. Shi didn't stop until hir exposed knot bumped up against his tight ring.

The green fox's cock jerked upwards before shooting a spray of cum across the floor. At first, it appeared he'd reached his orgasm and lost, but on closer inspection it was just a particularly healthy shot of sap. The fox's wrists twitched as the next dose of chemicals did their work. Within a few moments, two vines appeared, one from each wrist. About two inches thick each, they weaved up into the air, growing like kudzu.

Tawny groaned as they wrapped around hir ponderous breasts, squeezing all four of them tightly. They snaked into hir cleavage, pulled and pushed on hir luscious fur, and teased at the nipples with their tips.

Rafeal's cock trembled as it darkened further, to a rich bark-like color. Patches of fur across his body followed suit, though he retained the grass-like covering now adorning his skin. His tail, pushed to the side by Tawny's long taur-body, split open at the tip to reveal another long, prehensile vine. The fox found he could exert some control over these growths, but the tail was trickier - he had no ability to focus with eighteen inches of fox cock slamming into his rump. Fortunately, the tendril had a mind of its own.

Tawny's high-pitched bark echoed through the studio as the vine first wrapped around hir oversized balls, then snaked up under hir tail. Hir moist mound dripped as the tip of the green vine spread hir open before pushing in, going just as deep into hir as shi was going into him.

Rafeal shuddered and moaned anew as more pleasure built up inside him. He tried to hold it together, but as his new tentacle-like vines wrapped further around Tawny, dragging the foxtaur tightly to his backside, he wasn't sure he could last much longer.

Tawny's deep moans of lust echoed in his ears as shi pumped forward, hir thrusts timed to the rapidly growing vine plowing hir feminine sex. Two inches thick, then three, then five... soon it was almost eight inches thick, ridged in places where the buds of leaves threatened to sprout. The foxtaur's yips grew in volume as shi slammed hir hips forward, grinding hir knot against Rafeal's tail hole with greater urgency every time.

The male's body continued changing as leaves and flowers sprouted from his chest fur. Fragrances filled the air, powerful aphrodisiacs to match the foxtaur's thick musk. Tawny pushed forward one final time and let out a cry of pleasure as hir knot popped in, tying hir to the bound male.

Rafeal reacted as anyone would with an eighteen-inch cock and a six-inch knot crammed up their rump: he came. Hard. Pints of amber sap exploded out of his cock as he howled with lust. The vines went stiff around Tawny, holding hir immobile as several more sprouted from between his shoulders. Others shrunk back into his smooth, bark-like skin. In the back of his head, Rafeal realized he could control their growth, how many, all of that. But at the moment, all that mattered was the hot fox-cream pumping deep into his rapidly swelling gut.

The otter host watched as the male's impressive load splattered along the stage floor in a long line. The scent of pine filled the air and he grinned as he put his question cards back on the podium.

"That's all for Rafeal!" he announced. "But what contestant! Let's give him a hand!"

The audience cheered as Tawny finally opened hir eyes and lifted hir arms above hir head for a victory pose. Hir hips tugged backwards, making the green, plant-covered fox beneath hir cry out and buck.

"Congratulations to Tawny as well for a terrific showing!" the host continued. "We'll be right back after these messages - hopefully it's enough time to clean this mess up!"

The host laughed as he watched Tawny relax forward, forelegs still draped over the top of the Square, content to lay still as the squirming male beneath hir continued to violate hir dripping pussy. Shi moaned happily as the vines rippled around hir breasts and grinned at the cameras, blowing a kiss with hir pursed lips before they cut to commercial.

**** COMMERCIAL BREAK*****

Round 2: Shakal

The host of A Matter of Inches strolled onto the freshly scrubbed stage and smiled for the cameras.

"Welcome back! Let's get right into it with our next contestant... Shakal!"

A black panther jumped to his feet in the audience. Spotlights followed him down as he ran past other cheering audience members onto the stage. A blue vest flapped open, revealing his smooth black chest fur, while a pair of light blue shorts kept him modest.

"Welcome to the show, Shakal!" the otter said. "Where are you from?"

"California," the panther said, blue eyes sparkling in the lights. "Got a nice spot on the beach if you want to meet up after the show's done, cutie."

The host smiled as stagehands came out to escort the gregarious panther to the Square.

"Maybe, but I'm a river otter!" the host said, moving to his podium on the left of the stage. "Before we talk dates, let's find out what you'll get on the Wheel!"

The electronic board lit up as the host pressed the big red button. The options flicked on and off, slowing gradually, until it came to a stop with a deep bass boom.

The Wheel

1. Taurification

2. Hermify Me, Captain

3. Release the Kraken

4. Quadtaurification

5. Muscle Museum

6. Size Does Matter

7.Shrinky Dink

1. Melt Into You

9.Wrecking Balls

10.Titanic Titties

11.Nipple Plays

"Shrinky Dink!" the host called out.

The audience hooted as the panther grimaced, but he was already naked and in the restraints - too late now.

"Time to choose your Fluffer, Shakal," the host said. "Male, herm, or female?"

The spotlights focused on the dais and curtains on the right of the stage as the crowd waited for Shakal's decision.

"Gotta go male, all the way," he said after a few moments' pause.

The lights around the dais cut out as the blue curtain rose. The bright spotlight shining from behind illuminated a skinny, slight figure's silhouette. The crowd oohed appreciatively as the shadow posed, turning to the side to show off a feminine body.

A moment later, the dimmed lights came back up to reveal an effete otter. No more than five feet tall, he was unremarkable in appearance other than the oily sheen on his surprisingly smooth fur. He strutted across the stage, a half-smile on his whiskered muzzle.

"Let's give a big welcome to Quarters!" the host announced.

The femboy otter's hips swayed as he leaned in against Shakal's chest, long tail lifting. Already the small pink head of his cock poked out of the top of his small sheath.

"I'm gonna make you cum like you never imagined!" he said, a churr underlying his voice.

Shakal swallowed hard as the skinny, lithe otter's hips swayed seductively in front of him, drawing attention to his rump, strong thighs, and smooth belly. His fur glistened in the lights, almost appearing wet, as though he'd just come out of the water.

"Quarters, you may begin as soon as I ask the first question," the host said. "Let's begin! Question 1: What instrument did Louis Armstrong play?"

"Let's jazz the night away with a coronet!" the panther said, confidence dripping from his muzzle as he watched the otter gyrating in front of him.

"Correct!"

As the lights flashed and music played, Quarters dropped to his knees in front of the panther. A small muzzle kissed and licked around the feline's sheath as fingers tickled his heavy testicles. Shakal shivered as the otter expertly teased his pink erection free and swirled his tongue around the tip of the glans. Lips caressed the barbs under the head as one paw slid up his belly and stroked his chest.

Shakal couldn't help but purr with pleasure as the transformational chemicals slid down the IV into his arm, spreading warmth throughout his body. He groaned as tingles extended down his arms and legs and twitched his fingers and toes rapidly. His cock grew hard in moments, filling the otter's muzzle.

Wet slurping noises filled the stage, otherwise silent but for Shakal's heavy breathing. The panther's tail lashed behind him as the otter swallowed every bit of his 8 and a half inch shaft, massaging it with his throat. The otter was good, Shakal realized - almost too good. The throat was tight one moment, loose and wet the next, always hot, warm, and sticky. The panther growled as he felt warm pre-cum spurt onto a waiting tongue and fingers stroke his heavy nuts.

"Question 2: What is the name of the furry convention held annually in Denver, Colorado?"

The panther licked his lips before replying. "Pull back a bit, you'll get a better taste," he said to the fluffer. To the host, "And that's Rocky Mountain Fur Con."

"Correct!"

As the next dose filled his veins, the panther felt the tug of the restraints around his wrists and ankles. They slid down automatically, adjusting themselves to his height as he lost several inches. He flicked his ears, hardly caring about anything but the warm muzzle wrapped around his throbbing maleness.

That lifted away, though, after one final lick to scoop up a few more drops of pre. The femmy otter turned and grinned at Shakal over his shoulder, tail lifted to show off a tight little rump and pucker. With little fanfare, the otter pushed backwards against Shakal's hips, grinding the feline's barbed maleness against his hole.

Shakal closed his eyes and let out a hiss as he felt the tip sink in. Inches followed, entering surprisingly easily despite the tightness. The otter's rump was wet and hot, just like his muzzle, and squeezed around his cock to create the perfect amount of friction. As the skinny body leaned back against him, he tugged at his restraints, wanting to get his paws on the otter. Held back as he was, he had to settle for Quarters taking things his own speed.

Quarters, for his part, appeared to thoroughly enjoy the panther's erection. He pushed back firmly, taking it to the hilt, before pushing his shoulders back and hips out. He brought his hips back, smacking his rump against Shakal's thighs as he made the panther hilt again.

When the little otter thrust his hips out again, though, Shakal realized there was more to the mammal than met the eye. Strands of thick, fur-colored goo stuck to his belly and thighs, leaving him attached at multiple points to the male. Each time Quarters took his erection, more of the skinny otter remained stuck to his body. Soon Quarters's features began to melt away, running down his slim body in drops, and the goo-like fluid wrapped around his thighs and hips. It undulated around his cock, groping and squeezing, hot and warm and perfectly tight, cocooning his maleness in something unlike anything he'd felt before.

"Question 3: In the Jungle Book, Sher Kahn is what kind of animal?"

"Tiger... Kahn's a tiger," Shakal gasped.

A broad white muzzle formed from the dark brown goo crawling up the panther's chest as the next dose of chemicals ran into his arm.

"You like tigers, huh?" Quarters's voice asked. "I can do tiger..."

Streaks of orange burst through the brown goo as the rest turned black. The shapeshifter's color scheme changed in moments, but the warmth, tightness, and wetness remained. Shakal groaned as he felt the semi-formed muzzle lick over his nipple; more strands reached around his hips and teased his tail base. A cock formed, fat and heavy, black in color, shaped just like his - he could feel the barbs as it ran between his rump cheeks.

Shakal shuddered and gasped as fingers formed from the goo, replacing the muzzle teasing his nipple. Another set of fingers squeezed and pinched his other nipple as the muzzle reformed over his cock. Wet noises erupted as a head and throat wrapped around his cock, going semi-translucent so the cameras could get a better view. At the same time, the heavy tiger shaft pushed slowly forward, spreading Shakal's rump. The panther gasped as the first of the barbs teased in past his ring; he clenched his toes and bit his lower lip, trying not to cry out as his cock throbbed inside the former otter's shifting, rippling mouth.

"Oh, ohhhhhh!" he moaned, trembling from head to foot as warm goo slid up his chest and neck. Arms formed, holding the shapeshifter against him; the muzzle disappeared, then reappeared in front of his mouth. He found himself kissing a semi-solid tiger as the creature's maleness penetrated him. The goo stifled his cries as the barbs stroked his insides. The shaft was the perfect size - not too big, not too small, enough to stretch without pain.

"Question 4," the host said. "In 'Robin Hood,' King Richard is where during most of the narrative?"

Shakal pulled his head back from the full tiger lips, which moved instead to the crook of his neck to tease and nip at his sensitive skin.

"Crus... sss... ades! Holy La... ann... oh, fuck..."

"Correct!"

Shakal hadn't noticed earlier, but he'd been steadily shrinking. With the new dose of chemicals, the shrinking sped up dramatically. He grew smaller proportionally, leaving him exactly the same in appearance, just miniaturized. He rapidly shrunk down to four and a half feet, then four.

Quarters didn't bother shrinking the cock stuffed up his rump as he did. Shakal gasped and struggled as the thick, barbed length seemingly grew inside him. His stomach bulged as it pistoned back and forth. Arms caressed his head and neck as the goo-tiger's body wrapped around him more and more. What felt like a tail hole ground down around his cock now as the tiger's muzzle found his for another kiss. Shakal wasn't sure how much he could take - his body trembled with the effort not to cum.

Soon Shakal was down to only three feet tall. Quarters wrapped around him nearly entirely, leaving little but his muzzle exposed. The undulating mass of goo stroked and massaged every inch of his body, especially his maleness and testicles, while the massive tiger cock plunged in and out relentlessly. Despite shrinking so much, the panther's insides had somehow not - he could take the shaft, though it was tighter. He weighed the same as before, but his whole body was denser.

Shakal's figure shrunk more and more, down to two feet, then one-and-a-half. He disappeared entirely inside the writhing mass of goo surrounding him, occasionally squeezing his head out for a breath of air before makeshift cocks filled his throat once more.

Quarters milked him relentlessly, even as the host attempted to ask another question. Before he could finish, though, the shapeshifter's goo body was flung away. He barely stayed connected by a few strands as the panther's body expanded incredibly rapidly back to full size, accompanied by a massive shot of cum.

Shakal yowled as he came uncontrollably inside Quarters - the shapeshifter managed to get a muzzle back around the panther's shaft as the rest of his form slithered back up to follow. The panther moaned and shuddered, jerking at his restraints as he came harder than he'd ever thought possible. His body was back to its original size, dramatically changing from the small, dense one and a half feet. As Quarters milked his orgasm, the panther slumped backwards, utterly spent.

Even as Quarters reformed legs and arms, still in tiger form as he leaned against the panther, already he was shrinking - slowly, but noticeably. With a start, Shakal realized he'd get smaller and smaller until he came.

"Shrinky Dink, huh?" he asked the host, breathing hard.

The host just smiled. "That's it for Shakal! What a great contestant!" he said. "And let's hear it for Quarters and a great debut!"

The shapeshifter had fully reformed by now, skinny and narrow as ever, with a feminine body, but now a tiger instead of an otter. He stroked his fingers over Shakal's chest and purred at the feline.

"You know... maybe you could take me to the beach instead..."

The host turned to the cameras and spoke into his microphone as the panther's cock gave a little jerk in Quarters's paw.

"That's it for this episode of A Matter of Inches. Tune in next time!"

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A Matter of Inches:

The Game Show

Episode 8

Contestants are strapped spread-eagle into the Square, a device that holds them in place. They answer as many questions as they can while one of the show's Fluffers does anything they can to get them off. Every correct answer gets a dose of MoI's patented transformational chemicals. Contestants keep going until they answer incorrectly or the Fluffers get them to spoo.

Round 1: Lucifer Castro

The studio lights dimmed and an excited murmur swelled from the crowd, only to be shushed by a production assistant.

"In three... two... one..."

Lights flashed around the studio as the theme music played. A lithe otter in a flashy suit trotted onto the stage, a microphone pinned to his lapel.

"Welcome to... A Matter of Inches! Without further ado, let's bring on our first contestant!"

Spotlights searched the crowd as low, tense music played.

"Please welcome to the stage... Lucifer Castro!"

The spotlights centered on a figure in the back of the stands. A very tall, very long figure, who trotted down the stairs much as the otter trotted onto stage. Lucifer's trot, however, was due to being a taur. His upper half was that of a cheetah: golden fur, black spots, lithe chest and belly. Beneath, supporting his upper torso, was the bulky shape of a draft horse. Long, glossy black flanks, four strong legs, and a powerful ribcage kept his head high up into the air.

Lucifer maneuvered down the stairs with poise, then climbed up onto the stage to stand next to the otter. The cheetah grinned shyly as the cameras panned over his body. He wore a shirt on his torso, but his lower half lacked any kind of covering.

"Welcome to A Matter of Inches, Lucifer!" the otter said, leaning back some to look up at the tall cheetah draft-taur. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from good old New York, New York!" Lucifer said.

The audience applauded politely, though it was clear from the atmosphere they were here to see something else. The otter grinned and motioned towards the right side of the stage, where steps ran into a large raised dais. At the top of the dais were three doors: one pink, one purple, and one blue. Each large door had a curtain hanging over it.

"Time to choose your Fluffer," the otter said. "As you know, it's a blind pick. You have the choice of gender, but you never know who you'll end up with!"

Colored lights lit up around each doorway as the curtains parted, revealing a bright white light shining through from behind, silhouetting three figures. It was hard to make out anything from the silhouettes.

"Which door will it be, Lucifer?" the otter asked.

"I think I'll take... a herm!" Lucifer said. "Thanks!"

The pink and blue lights went out and the curtains drew back over the entrances. From the purple doorway, in the center, a figure emerged into the lights of the studio.

"Please welcome, in hir debut appearance... Carson Before!"

Pounding techno music mixed with rhythmic tribal beats blasted out of the speakers around the studio as the figure fully emerged. Gold and black striped fur flashed in the light, striped in the pattern of a zebra. The figure, however, was decidedly feline: a lioness, in fact, tall and lean, with wide hips and a slim belly. Two pairs of double-D cup breasts hung from hir chest, forming two pairs of overlapping teardrops. Each thick pink nipple was pierced with a straight platinum rod. Lower, beneath the lioness's smooth belly, a meaty equine sheath swayed, heavy balls the size of grapefruits.

The lioness strutted down the stairs as the music played, getting quite a lot of applause from the audience. Carson smirked as shi walked up to Lucifer and tickled him under the chin with a claw.

"Looks like I've got a stud I'll need to break in!" shi said, getting a round of hoots and cheers from the audience.

Carson stared at the intimidating herm, eyes running from hir heavy breasts to the weighty sheath hanging from hir lower belly. The lioness purred and strutted on past, showing off for the audience. Several otters in blue uniforms appeared on the stage and guided Lucifer over to the Square, where they strapped his arms to large chains ending in padded cuffs. They did likewise to his forelegs; his hind legs were cuffed to links built into the stage floor.

Once rendered immobile, the host sidled closer.

"Before the fun begins and we set Carson Before loose on you," he said, "you must spin... the Wheel!"

On cue, a large video screen descended from the ceiling to hang above the stage. Small monitors at the foot of the stage provided a view for Lucifer and the host of what the options were.

The Wheel

1. Fire Breather

2. Best of Both Worlds

3. Happily Hyper

4. Corking a Gusher

5. Taur Train

6. Fit to be Tied

7. Sticky Situation

8. Barbell Blaster

Lucifer licked his lips as he read the options, but nodded.

"I'm ready," he said. His hooved legs shifted, causing the chains to jingle.

The audience cheered as the host walked towards the center of the stage and held his paw over a large red button at the top of a metal post.

"Then it's time to accept your fate!" he said, before slapping the button.

The options on the screen disappeared. One reappeared - Sticky Situation - but scrolled off screen to the right quickly. Another option appeared, then another, and another, until they became a blur. The spinning words gradually slowed, however, until one finally locked into place...

"Sticky Situation!"

Lights flashed and buzzers buzzed. The audience cheered as the stagehands finished hooking Lucifer up, attaching a rig to his upper bicep that would automatically inject him with the transformational chemicals. A thick pink tube attached from the frame of the Square to the rig on his arm, which had a few blinking lights and an LED display.

"We'll get you started off with a freebie dose," the host said, walking towards the left side of the stage where his podium stood.

Lucifer gasped as he felt a sudden shock of warmth in his arm. The warmth traveled quickly through his body, down to his fingers, into his torso, spreading rapidly through both upper and lower halves.

Carson, meanwhile, stalked back towards the restrained taur, a devious grin on hir feline face. Shi paused just in front of the bound male, tail whipping back and forth with anticipation.

"Ooh, you're gonna be begging by the time I'm done with you, horsy!" shi said.

"Carson, you may begin after I ask the first question," the otter said. "Here it is, Lucifer: In what year did the movie 'Toy Story' release? 1990, 1995, or 2000?"

As soon as the last syllable left the otter's muzzle, Carson's paws were on the cheetah draft-taur's body, stroking at his soft, smooth belly fur, petting down where the tan fur merged into his glossy black horse-taur half, then down his flanks, teasing with hir claws along the way, tickling at his smooth hide and pressing hir heavy chest into his side.

Despite the distraction the lioness provided, Lucifer quickly answered.

"Hmm... this is one of my favorite movies," he said, squirming a bit as sharp claws teased down his sides, heading for between his hind legs. "So I'm going to say... 1995!"

"That is correct!"

Another dose of the chemicals was promptly injected into the cheetah draft-taur's arm. The warm feeling intensified across his body, a side-effect being that his heavy shaft spilled free of his sheath.

"Oh, so much to work with!" Carson growled. Shi squirmed underneath the big male on hir backside, purring as all 22 inches of Lucifer's four-inch-thick horsecock rested between hir breasts and over hir smooth belly. Hir own arousal grew quickly; the lioness's zebra heritage was even more on display when a meaty, flared horse shaft thickened up along hir belly, protruding nicely from hir fleshy black sheath. Hir gold and black striped fur glistened as cameras zoomed in on hir paws, catching hir fingers stroking their way up the taur's length slowly, teasing him.

Lucifer bit his lower lip and pulled his arms at the chains, gasping as he felt a rough feline tongue slide across the flared head of his shaft.

"Second question, Lucifer," the host said, bringing the blissful taur back down to earth. "Who is the author of the Lord of the Rings series?"

Lucifer squirmed as he thought of the answer. It was hard to focus on the question with his erection sliding between four full, heavy breasts... so much silky, soft fur, warm and pillow-like, pressing around his erection so nicely, tightly...

"I'm not... much of a fan," Lucifer gasped, hind legs lifting a few inches, as far as the chain would allow, before stomping back down eagerly, "but this is rather basic trivia, and if there's one thing I'm good at, it's trivia. It's J.R.R. Tolkien, correct?"

A bell rang somewhere in the studio and lights flashed.

"That is correct!"

Another warm blast of chemicals followed, amping Lucifer's arousal. The draft-taur moaned, lithe cheetah torso twisting, pulling on the restraints, as his fur stood on end. The heat was building, growing, making him moan with lust, especially when he felt that tongue sliding around his tip, teasing him, licking at him, kissing at him... and those paws... tight, stroking from base to tip, caressing all 22 inches of horse flesh...

Carson's loud purrs made it to Lucifer's ears.

"I've got him right where I want him!" shi said, turning hir head to speak into a camera. The cheetah-taur's thick length pressed into hir cheek, throbbing between hir twin sets of breasts. "I'll have this horsy spurting before too long!"

Lucifer grit his teeth, trying not to let his hips buck as the svelte herm beneath him toyed with his erection. He shuddered when shi used hir paws to squeeze hir length against his, and was surprised when he realized how big shi was... the part-zebra feline was certainly blessed.

"Question three," the host said. "Name the director of the films My Neighbor Totoro, Spirited Away, and Princess Mononoke, among other titles."

Carson's lips wrapped around the flared, four-inch thick tip of Lucifer's shaft. The cheetah's eyes went wide as he tried to think through the pleasure.

"Ah! Was it... Hayao Miyazaki-eeee!"

Carson's satisfied purrs echoed up as shi made the taur stumble on his words. Nevertheless, the otter nodded. "Correct!"

More flashing lights, another dose of chemicals. The fourth one so far. Lucifer felt lightheaded, warm, aroused... he shuddered as his cock jerked, throbbing heavily. Carson's muzzle was so warm and tight... if only he could just... just...

No! The cheetah growled and focused his eyes, biting his lower lip, trying to resist the lioness, who popped hir muzzle free and reached down to squeeze his heavy testicles.

"Thought I had you there, big guy," shi said.

Hir fingers teased his length for a moment longer before shi scooted out from underneath him, licking hir lips and purring.

Lucifer tried to reply, but his jaw felt loose. In fact, his whole body felt heavy. Almost wet. Carson's paw slid down his flank as shi moved behind him. His hide stretched under hir fingers, shifting and moving far more than would be normal. The chemicals inside his bloodstream went to work, altering the cheetah draft-taur...

"Question four! In what city can you find the Arc de Triomphe?"

Lucifer shuddered as the lioness's paws groped at his flanks. His tail swished back and forth over hir breasts as shi signaled for a box to stand on.

"I was actually playing a game there earlier today," he said, trying to focus. "It's Paris, France!"

The host grinned. "That is correct! You must have just gotten off the plane to get here in time!"

Bells rang, music played, audience cheered. More chemicals, accelerating the process now. Carson grinned as hir paws sank into Lucifer's hindquarters - actually sank right into his body. Shi purred as shi pulled them free, finding them clean.

"I was wondering what that option on the Wheel was," shi said, grinning into the camera.

Lucifer felt an odd sensation as hir paws sank into his body. It felt like when he put his hands into a bowl of water in reverse. The lioness's zebra-inspired endowments slid along his hindquarters, thick and heavy. Lucifer's hooves pranced on the floor as shi felt him lining up; the pleasure distracted him from the fact that his body was gradually losing form. His chest would droop, melting almost like ice cream, before pulling back up straight into shape. The chemicals accelerated, stronger with so many doses now, making visible the transformation: the taur was turning into living goo.

Carson's thickness teased under the taur's tail as the host readied his next question. Lucifer couldn't believe how good he felt - his cock lurched up and down, slapping wetly along his taur underside. Several times it flopped upwards, flexing, and stuck to his belly. Strands of goo-like flesh kept the length attached for a few moments before the weight of the thing caused it to fall away, only to flex back up again.

Lucifer groaned thickly as he felt a subtle alteration in his mind. With a thought, his rear end shifted, rolling backwards like a gelatin, suckling the lioness's oversized zebra cock. The surprised Fluffer gasped, then moaned as shi humped forward, burying hirself fully into the taur. The gooey flesh pulsed around hir length, making hir cry out; Lucifer, meanwhile, found he could ripple his body around hir, only increasing the pleasure he felt. Ropes of sticky pre-cum splashed onto the stage floor between his forelegs as his front legs bulged and waved, growing thicker before thinning back out.

"Question five," the host announced. "Which president is on the $20 US bill?"

"Oooooh, so good!" Lucifer gasped. The cheetah blinked, shook his head, tried to focus. "Is it... Andrew Jackson? No, wait! Ah, hell, I'll go with it..."

"That is correct!"

Lucifer didn't hear the bell or the audience, or see the flashing lights. He could only feel the warm jet of chemicals invading his body, pushing his transformation onwards. His front legs didn't exactly buckle. They melted, drawing up into his upper body, leaving him pointed down at an angle from the lioness. Lucifer moaned, gasping, as hir hips slapped into his body, sending waves across his gooey figure. His skin melted, though retained its color, providing a strange and unusual sight for the audience.

Carson, for hir part, humped on gamely, taking encouragement from the cheetah draft-taur's turgid, flexing member. The chemicals were locking in his shape for now, preventing him from escaping the restraints or melting quite too much, but the moment he came, all bets were off. Carson groaned as shi flexed hir hips, giving the gooey male all shi had. No Fluffer had been bested by a contestant in quite some time and Carson was determined not to let Lucifer do so to hir.

Fortunately for the lioness, hir debut ended with a win. When hir heavy zebra-nuts smacked into Lucifer's backside one more time, the overstimulated taur lurched against the restraints. His cock flexed, thickening obscenely, growing larger and fatter. When one's body is re-shapeable, one tends to prioritize... Lucifer was quickly learning how to do so. His length speared forward, slightly out to the side, until his forelegs reformed quickly, lifting him back off the floor. The length pushed between his hooves before lifting up, letting out a blast of cum that splattered across the stage, spraying down several audience members in the first few rows. Tarps and ponchos were quickly raised as a few more swells followed; cameras captured all the action, recording the delighted faces of the audience members. Getting rained on was part of the fun, after all.

"It looks like Carson has managed to best our contestant!" the host said. "Let's give him a big hand for making it so far!"

The lioness's face took on a surprised look when Lucifer's body suddenly dropped right out of hir paws. A gooey, formless mass roiled on the stage floor, still reaching up to wrap around the lioness's length, milking it firmly. Now and then legs, arms, cock, or face came to the surface of the gooey mess, all the while writhing and wriggling, thickening up the lioness came, soaking up the herm's bountiful seed.

Carson shuddered as the sticky black and orange goo slipped away from hir length, leaving hir nuts fully drained. Cameras turned towards the host, who was wrapping things up for the commercial. As he spoke into the lens, he failed to notice the mass of goo rolling towards him.

"Once more, let's hear it for Lucifer! And the fantastic Fluffer, Carson Before!" he said. "We'll be right back after... huh?"

A grinning face emerged from the goo and winked at the camera - Lucifer's face. The cheetah's head dissolved back into the goo shape, which rolled right up and over the otter's legs, bending him over the podium, squeezing around and removing his clothing. Lucifer reformed a few moments later, taking shape in position on top of the squirming male beneath him. With the powerful stimulants in the chemicals still pushing his lust to extremes, Lucifer let out a growl as his goo-like body took its original shape further. His erection reformed already half-pressed inside the otter's tight little rump.

"We'll be right baaaaaaaaaack!"

* Commercial Break *

Round 2: Taiko

The host of the show tottered onto stage in fresh suit, none the worse for wear for his encounter with the lust-addled goo-transformed cheetah draft-taur before and during the commercial break. Carson managed to lure the goo-male into a back room, where they were currently creating several webisodes that would go up after the show aired. The lioness found Lucifer's new gooey body incredible fun.

The otter shook his head and smiled at the camera.

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches!" he said. "The game show where it's not how you do it, but how long you can stand it!"

After waiting for the applause, the host scanned the crowd.

"Let's welcome our next contestant... Darl Simons!"

Spotlights quickly found the contestant in question, a lion just over six feet in height. He made his way down the stage with cameras following him, giving the audience in the studio and at home a look at his muscular body. The lion had tan fur over most of his figure, though much of it was hidden beneath his shirt and jeans. His well-manicured mane was pulled back around his head, framing his strong muzzle. The chocolate brown mane matched the color of the tuft of his tail, which weaved excitedly through the air as he climbed up onto the stage next to the otter.

"Welcome to the show, Darl!" the host said. "Where are you from?"

"Novus Ager, where I run a bakery with my fiancé," Darl said, a note of pride in his voice. "Very nice place, if a bit... confusing." The lion waved at the camera, smiling broadly. "Hi, Sam!"

The otter nodded. "Good to have you on the show, Darl. Now, if you'll direct your attention to the dais... it's time to choose your Fluffer!"

The lights around the three doorways at the top of the dais lit up. The curtains drew back, revealing three new silhouettes framed by bright white light, giving only hints as to the appearance of the people within. Darl studied each doorway in turn, tail flicking about behind him as he decided.

"Pink, purple, or blue," the host said. "Time to choose!"

"Hmmm... I've always been a man who enjoys his blue," Darl said.

The pink and purple lights shut off while the blue lights turned up more brightly. The curtains closed on the other two while the figure behind the blue curtain stepped forth. At first, the silhouette appeared to be of a large, powerful male, but what emerged at the top of the dais could only be described with "Ahhh! So Cute!"

"Clocking in at four-foot-ten and a whopping 130 pounds... please put your hands together for... Slate McKay!"

The white mouse standing at the top of the steps grinned cheekily. Huge ears overwhelmed his head, making his muzzle appear even smaller than it was. His chest and belly were a single chubby little mass, covered in a fine layer of soft white fur. Despite his short stature, a sheath several sizes too large for someone of his size hung between his thighs, thicker than his wrist and not even close to hard. A pair of nuts the size of tennis balls hung below, jostling loosely up and down as he walked down the steps and approached the lion.

"You ever been cuddled so hard you came?" the mouse asked, his voice a challenge. "You're about to find out if you can take it!"

Darl smirked and the audience tittered, but the lion's gaze returned the chubby, cute mouse's oversized maleness. That certainly wasn't anything to laugh about.

Slate moved towards the center of the stage, entertaining the audience by jostling his heavy maleness. His pink tail whipped back and forth behind him as he assumed several bodybuilder poses, earning some laughs and cheers as he showed off his pudgy, soft stomach.

Several otter stagehands appeared in their blue uniforms and guided Darl to the Square, where they strapped him in, arms out to the sides, legs spread. The injection device was clamped around his arm, then the otter signaled for quiet.

"And now, Darl, it's time for... the Wheel!"

The screen descended from the ceiling, displaying the various transformation options available.

The Wheel

1. Fire Breather

2. Best of Both Worlds

3. Happily Hyper

4. Corking a Gusher

5. Taur Train

6. Fit to be Tied

7. Barbell Blaster

8. Tall Tail Tale

The otter moved to the front of the stage, paw hesitating over the button.

"Darl, are you ready?"

The lion nodded.

"Slate?"

The mouse grinned and gave the otter a thumbs up.

"Here we go!"

The host hit the button and the options all appeared on the screen at once. After a few seconds, one option flickered and that section of the screen went blank. A few seconds later, another went off. One by one, the tension mounted, until only two remained. Both options flickered, threatening to go out, and, for a moment, both did... until one reappeared.

"Barbell Blaster!" the host announced.

The cryptic name elicited cheers from the audience. Slate cross the stage and stood in front of the lion, grinning up at the much taller male.

"Slate, you may begin after I finish asking the first question," the host said. "To get Darl started, we're giving him the first dose of our patented transformational chemicals right now!"

Darl's eyes closed for a moment as a blast of warmth rocketed through his arm, setting his veins on fire. The warm feeling spread quickly through his body, making him feel aroused very quickly. The lion reacted to the drugs nicely; within a few moments, his cock hung free from his sheath, beneath the chocolate brown treasure trail going down his belly.

"Question one," the host said. "Samuel Clemens is the real name of which American author?"

As soon as the last word left the host's lips, Slate's paws reached for Darl's hips. The lion shivered as a small pink nose pressed into the base of his erection, followed by a small tongue sliding up the length. Darl stared down at the mouse, watching those large ears twitch, as his cock grew hard as a rock under the rodent's tender ministrations. Darl panted, breathing hard, groaning with lust as his erection disappeared into the mouse's tiny, warm muzzle.

"Is... ummm... is it... Mark Twain?"

"Correct!"

The second dose of chemicals flooded into Darl's arm. The lion's tail twitched and his eyes closed again as more warmth filled him. The studio grew loud with music and bright with lights, which covered some of the feline's moans as the mouse's muzzle slid further over his erection. Such a small, tight mouth... Darl groaned again as he felt fingers squeezing at his testicles, gently pulling, playing with him. The tongue fluttered along the underside of his shaft as the mouse delivered a frankly fantastic blowjob.

"Question two," the otter said, ignoring Darl's constant groans. "Name the two elements that make up a molecule of water."

Darl's voice broke as he tried to answer. Slate had successfully managed to throat the feline's long shaft, working the dip into his throat to swallow rhythmically around it.

"Hydrooooourrk... gen! And oxygennn!"

"Correct!"

The third dose sent Darl reeling. His erection flexed inside the mouse's small muzzle. Slate was obviously an expert at this sort of thing. His cheeks hollowed as he pulled off, suckling the lion's length all the way, while his paws stroked the sheath and balls, keeping the lion occupied.

There were signs of a transformation now. Darl's chest rose and fell heavily as he panted, but gradually, the definition in his chest became more apparent. His biceps flexed slightly larger as he pulled on the chains, his thrusting forward, desperate to get his cock back into that hot, tight muzzle.

"The trick, for anyone who finds themselves in this situation," Slate said, turning to talk to the camera as a paw fondled the lion's nuts, "is to relax your throat on the way in and swallow on the way out. Works every time."

The mouse grinned at the camera before turning back to Darl's shaft. The big lion almost whimpered as the mouse's tiny tongue teased the tip. Slate's thin lips spread slightly as he pressed forward, taking the length in once more. Darl's eyes squeezed shut and his toes curled, scratching the wooden floor beneath with his toes.

"MMmmmmmfffffff," he growled, struggling mightily not to pop right then and there.

"Question three," the otter said from his podium on the other side of the stage. "In the game of chess, the king and what piece can move into pre-determined spaces as long as neither has yet moved during the game?"

Darl tried to focus on the words, but it was hard with such a heavenly muzzle wrapped around your dick. Slate's velvet tongue pressed along the base as he took the shaft fully, throating it once more, swallowing as he milked pre-cum out of the tip.

"Roooo... roooooo... roookuh!" Darl finally managed to gasp out the answer as Slate shoved forward, grinding his muzzle into the lion's dark-furred crotch. Darl's hips were pushed backwards, making him hang from the straps around his wrists. The chains went taut as the mouse's fingers teased the lion's thighs and balls.

"That is correct!"

The next dose accelerated the changes. The definition in Darl's pecs grew even more pronounced. His belly hardened; though he already had a six pack, the ridges became hard and defined, especially under the bright studio lights. Cameras focused on his arms and thighs, showing the growth of the muscle under his deep pelt. The view from behind was particularly good, as his glutes clenched and unclenched, showing off a hard, round bubble butt.

Slate's cheeks hollowed again as he suckled his way back off the feline's erection, bringing Darl quite close to the edge. It took all of his willpower not to spray his load across the cute mouse's muzzle right then and there. A few heavy bursts of pre were the rodent's reward instead.

"Heh... you're not gonna last long," the mouse declared, grabbing the camera and leaning in to it. "Not when I've got my muzzle on you!"

Darl looked down, eyes lidded over, panting, exhausted from the effort of resisting Slate's silken tongue. The mouse was aroused now; his oversized sheath supported a massive cock. Well, it appeared massive on the short white mouse, at least. The pink shaft was just over a foot long and quite thick, thicker than Darl's wrist. It was leaking a good amount of pre-cum, glistening under the camera lights.

"If my muzzle won't get you off, then this definitely will!"

The audience cheered as Slate moved behind Darl. Like the previous Fluffer had to do with the taur, the short mouse called for a box to stand on. While it was brought out, the host cleared his throat, ready to read the next question. Darl's pecs danced.

"Question five... which U.S. president was elected four times?"

Slate's white paws grasped at Darl's rump. The lion groaned as he felt his cheeks spread and a warm, slick length slip between them. The mouse hot-dogged the lion as he waited for the male to answer. The cameras got a few nice shots.

"Rosa... Rosa... oooooh! Roosevelt!" the lion cried out. "Roooosemmsogonnafuckyou!"

The otter's eyes blinked rapidly at that last bit, but he maintained his composure, even as he glanced at the wings to check his exit strategy.

"That is correct!"

The sixth dose drastically accelerated the lion's growing musculature. His deep pelt could no longer obscure the mass of hard muscle beneath. The mouse slapped his small paw against Darl's hard rump, grinning as he felt the male clench tight around his foot-long shaft.

Cameras panned over Darl's body from head to foot, showing on the monitors his current condition compared to what he started as. The lion's pecs were like shelves, hard and firm as they jutted out over his belly. The faint six-pack with which he'd begun was now a full-on eight pack. The ridges of muscle flexed under the fur as he breathed hard, growling and moaning in equal measure as the mouse toyed with his rump, threatening to shove that thick cock between his cheeks. Pre-cum pulsed over his tail base as Slate worked him into a frenzy with all the teasing.

Darl's thighs strained, fat with muscle now. The lion's body began to look stocky, almost short, but it was due to the way the muscle built up on him, widening his neck, stretching his chest into a barrel. His biceps strained gorgeously as he pulled on the chains holding him in place. When Slate unexpectedly thrust upwards, the lion's whole figure exploded with ridges of pure muscle beneath the stretched, taut pelt.

"FFFFffrrrraaaww!"

"Listen to him roar! He can't get enough!" the short mouse said, grinning as he humped upwards, burying all twelve inches into the muscular rear end. Short, cuddly, and oh-so-cute, but obviously with a sex drive incomparable to any other, Slate worked the lion over, grinding in deep, hilting him before the next question was due.

"Question six... in what country is the city of Toronto located?"

The questions were getting even easier now, even more simplistic, but answering it, for Darl, was the most challenging thing he'd ever had to do. The mouse's cock ground into his guts, working his prostate over like a boxer fighting a baby. The mouse thrust in hard, fast, both paws gripping deep into Darl's thick fur for support. The lion's hard body swelled with more and more muscle, taking him from toned to buff to Herculean. His cock began to grow as well as testosterone flooded his systems. Darl wasn't exactly small to start, but now... inches grew in rapidly, until the throbbing head, almost an angry red now, rose higher, past his belly and all the hard muscles there, past his sternum, until the flexing tip could just about bounce off of his thick nips, which poked through the tan fur on his chest.

"Cana... Cannnanananana... Canada!"

"Correct!"

Yet another blast of chemicals swept down the tube into Darl's veins. The feline clenched down around Slate's shaft, making the mouse grunt with surprise at the strength evident in the lion's body. Slate reached around and squeezed one of the big cat's testicles; it was big around as a softball now, still swelling visibly against the mouse's paw.

Slate grit his teeth and thrust harder, heavily, each time listening as the big male sighed, shuddered, groaned, and snarled. Thick pre-cum rolled from Darl's shaft, making a mess of his nuts and the floor below as the spurts increased in volume over time. The lion's arms fattened up, growing huge with muscle, as his neck disappeared into his hulking shoulders. The lion's height didn't change - he remained the same in that regard, at least, but the rest of him was barely recognizable anymore. His chest was massive, protruding outwards almost like breasts thanks to the size of his pecs. His eight-pack transitioned into a twelve-pack, a ridiculously muscular display. Veins throbbed beneath his pelt as his legs widened, stance opening up as much as the restraints would allow to accommodate his heavy, sagging balls, which pulled his cock down to point straight out. He appeared squat now, thanks to the girth of his legs; the lion's calves were now as thick as his thighs were when they started.

Slate smacked the lion's hard rump, spanking the big male, which only revved up the muscular feline's engine further.

"You know you want to let go, kitty... just let it go and show all these good people what you can do!"

Darl's ears folded flat as he listened to Slate. He did want to cum. He had to cum. He desperately needed it, and the mouse's small, teasing paw was working its way up and down his shaft so nicely, all while that big cock lurched and flexed inside of him, it all just added up to so much pleasure, so much pleasure, he couldn't think, he just had to...

"Question seven!"

The otter's voice cut through the haze and Darl focused, regaining just enough control to stem the tide, avoid the orgasm, continue playing the game. The crowd began to chant: "Cum! Cum! Cum!"

"Which yellow fruit is a well-known source of potassium?"

Darl's eyes closed tightly as he tried to ignore the thrusting shaft spreading his rump and the small paw teasing his erection. He dug deep, whole body flexing with the effort. The monitors displayed an updated reading, showing his previous weight of 247 pounds had ballooned to over 350, all of it pure, absolute muscle.

The lion's lips trembled. The word was barely audible, but the judges signaled it was there.

"Correct!" the host announced. "The microphones just barely picked it up, but Darl did answer with 'banana.' Here's your reward!"

Darl was in a world far away from the lights and music as the next dose hit him. He was subsumed with pleasure, within and without. His cock flexed, jerking heavily, so hard it smacked back against his chest each time, the head now a full six-inches across. His head sat atop a mountain of muscle, his shoulders broader and wider than before. Slate reached for the lion's cock and found it so long that, with a little of his own flexibility, he could lean around the lion's side and pull the shaft back, enough to get his lips pressed along the tip. Six inches was a bit large, even for a professional cock-gobbler like Slate, but he did his best as his hips continued slamming his own erection deep into the beast-like lion's rump.

It was enough. The first blast of potent lion seed surprised Slate, catching him off guard. It splattered over his face, soaking into his thin white fur, running down his neck and chest. The lion's rump clenched tight and didn't let go, milking the mouse's erection like a warm, wet vice. Another blast hit the mouse square in the muzzle before he let go, coughing, and wrapped his arms around Darl's hips.

The muscular lion's cock fell forward at a forty-five degree angle, shooting spurts of cum over the stage and far into the audience. Tarps and ponchos came to bear again as the audience screamed for more. The lion's body flexed, surging against the chains, but after a few previous contestants, the redesigned and specially reinforced links held true.

"Oh, look at that! The Fluffer conquers his foe!" the host said. "Quite a pitched battle!"

Slate squeaked loudly as he came, unable to hold back himself any longer. He joined the lion in orgasmic bliss, feeling the tense and throbbing muscles under the lion's pelt, rippling up and down his backside. The mouse groaned as he pulled free, his aching shaft squeezing out of the lion's clenching buttocks, spurting a few thick ropes over Darl's lower back and thighs.

Slate was wobbly as he got off the box and grinned up at the lion. Darl barely noticed as he continued to cum, cock still hard, thick, painting the tarps in the first few rows white.

"What a round! That's all for this episode of A Matter of Inches, but make sure you join us next time!" the otter said. Behind him, technicians released the cuffs from Darl's wrists and ankles. The lion dropped to a crouch, a beatific grin on his muzzle. His legs propelled him spectacularly, launching him across the stage.

"That's it from us. Have a good weekeeennnnnnndffffffrrrmmm!"

Darl crashed into the otter, pinning him to the ground. Claws tore the suit away from the squirming male's body. Powerful paws groped at the host, forcing him onto his belly, pulling his tail up. The audience cheered and screamed as the lion's hips speared downwards...

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