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"Five minutes to show time."

Carson stirs miserably into a small degree of alertness. Sleep was completely unrestorative, he feels groggier than he did when he went to bed. He lays with his eye closed wondering how it could be possible to sleep so poorly. He is so thoroughly adrift in half-sleep that he doesn't notice the increasingly urgent noises happening around him. Hushed, distant voices could be heard, as could the whirring of unfamiliar machines. In his exhaustion Carson knows that something is wrong, but he can't force his eyelids open and confront the possability. Steady footsteps approach and with each loud thud the young man is brought further out of his slumber. A heavy and oddly shaped hand comes to rest on his head and then rustles his hair tenderly. Carson smiles and grumbles until he feels something strange. The hand scratches him lightly not with nails, but with distinct claws.

"Wake up Carson. Time to play."

At this point Carson snaps into wakefulness more quickly than he remembers ever having done before. With his head cocked back in alarm and with eyes wide open Carson takes in his situation. He reaches automatically about himself and soon discovers his glasses. Upon donning them he gasps. As he had learned immediately upon waking he is not in his bed. He had been slumped unconcious on a large, sleek, metal podium. The lights are dim, but Carson can discern that he is in a cavernous room. Above him and to his left he can make out the silouettes of two people busily tending to their clothes and makeup. And to Carson's right he can see the hundreds of faintly lit heads of a crowd or more accurately and audience. He can hear the audience as well. They chatter loudly and Carson, through his confusion, notices that there are a number of people in the crowd speaking languages that he not only doesnt undertand, but that sound completely fictional and nonsensical.

"Wha, where am I? Hello?" Carson says with increasing volume in each succesive syllable. He backs away from the podium in a panic. As his eyes dart back and forth he spies the visitor who had awoken him who stands in dark sihouette by his podium. Before he can investigate the strange, monstrously sized shape lights are switched on blinding Carson. He reals and pants wildly in his panic. The crowd begins to applaud.

"Settle down bebé. Easy." He speaks with a slight Spanish accent and the tone of his speech is unmistakably earnest and calming. Even dispite the deep timbre of the voice Carson is calmed a bit.

When his eyes finally adjust to the intensely bright lights he looks through bleary eyes and finds before him an enourmous anthropomorphic polar bear. If he hadn't been calmed he might have screamed, instead he merely backs away and with a look of grim fright. The character watches Carson with concern in his sleepy, but expressive brown eyes. He stands at seven feet, minimum, and is posessed of what Carson assumes is an 'atheletic' build for a polar bear. He wears only a fine pair of dark red slacks that hugs his thick legs nicely. A band of black fur runs the circumference of his chest beneath his pectoral muscles which are partially obscured by dense bear flab. The polar bear has a head of thick, wavy black hair that nearly covers his eyes. Carson is not unfamiliar with fictional characters of this sort. If the situation were a more controlled one he might admit to finding this bear attractive, but given his overnight displacement he can only react with bewilderment presently.

"Ah ah, I'm sorry. I know this is very surprising for you." The bear says, once again his tone is consoling. Carson's edginess softens a bit as the character is clearly not a violent or harmful sort. He makes calming gestures with his meaty hand-paws. Carson glares at the huge claws, marvelling at the fact that he could be so gentle with them. "Try to relax." He says with an earnest smile. "Try to have fun." The bear begins to back away toward the other side of the room which Carson can now see is a stage of some sort. Momentarily he turns and gingerly strides across the flat circular platform in the stage's center.

"What is going on? What is going on? What is going on?" Carson mumbles to himself. He approaches the podium and uses it to brace his shaking body. At this point Carson realizes that he is clothed only in the boxer shorts in which he fell asleep. He looks around the room once more, panting. He notices that to his left are two more podia belonging to two other young men. The person in the further podium looks to be in an equal state of shock as himself. Their wide eys meet briefely. The third person seems a bit groggy, but is otherwise completely composed and even excited. He looks around with a knowing smile rather than a grimace.

Multicolored spotlights trace the stage erratically before centering on the three out-of-place and mostly nude humans and their podia. An upbeat jingle is heard and the crowd roars. Carson looks around wide eyed and finds that he is being recorded. There are two huge screens one either side of the skybox which reveal a panning camera sweep which manages to reveal his backside to the viewers. He can't see any cameras however, in spite of the fact that he seemed to stare straight into one during the sweep. The two figures in the skybox are soon illuminated and Carson is surprised once again. A dolled up cat creature and a burly male member of the same or similar species grinning wildly into one of the cameras.

"Welcome back TDTV, to The Changing Game!" They say in practiced unison. The crowd erupts once again as Carson begins to understand his situation. He is too embarassed and frightened to run. And in any case he'd love an explanation for his presence in this alien place.

"We are back from hiatus, as you can see." The female cat begins in her velvety voice, "Some of you may have seen the production photos online. Yes we have a slew of new changes, new forms, this season and we've also rebuilt the entire set after that wonderful dinosaur fiasco."

"Remember when she changed though? She put on all that mass so fast. Easily our biggest transformation yet. I added that particular bit to my collection right away." The mannish cat chimes in with a voice that reveals them to be female.

"I'm sure you're not the only one. But hey this is a whole new set and we're all excited to get right down to it. I'm Madonna Dono, this is Runx Gathus, and we're joined as always by the ever-handsome Santiago Blanco down on the stage. How's tricks hot stuff?" The polar bear on stage seems to become a new person. He inflates with a showmanly flourish.

"I am fantastic, ladies but I missed doing the show like crazy." Santiago says.

"I'm sure you did San. I know we all missed seeing you. Well lets meet our thoroughly human contestants." Madonna says as the cameras, wherever they are, swivvel to focus on the podium farthest Carson. The timid, doughy young man visibly shudders. Carson is comforted a bit knowing that he isn't alone in his bewilderment.

"Uh, uhh. I'm uh--." He says, knees buckling. Santiago steps forward and gets his attention. Making eye contact Santiago urges him on. "Muh-my name's Don Blair. I don't really know what I'm doing here, but I would like to go home. Please?"

"Mmm. Fascinating." Runx says, having completely glossed over Don's introduction. "And next? This guy looks excited!" The camera switches to the grinning man to Carson's left.

"Hi everybody my name's Luke Masters. I discovered you guys about a week ago and I was hooked right away. I can't believe I was picked so fast. Happy to be here." Luke is beside himself. Watching him, Carson's face contorts into a confused grimace.

"Hey Luke. Always great to have fans on the show. Last but not least the bookish boy on the end?" Carson takes a deep breath and begins calmly.

"Hi uh, my name's Carson. What is this place? How did we get here?"

"You are one of the first contestants on the new season of The Changing Game! TDTV's number one transformation-based game show." Madonna says, "How did you get picked you ask? Well Trans-Dimensional TV is infectious. It's like the fans say: 'Once you find us, we find you.' You are one of the very lucky few picked to participate."

"Um, thanks." Carson says. His face is blank as he steps back from the podium and tries to process this information.

"With no further ado lets get down to business." Madonna says excitedly. "Santiago if you could please retrieve the Change-o-matic we'll get our fine contestants into their new shapes. The handsome polar bear dashes behind the wall opposite the three contestants. Soon after a shape appears from around the corner. A metallic cone is attached to a complex, box-shaped apparatus. There are many wires and cords which flow from this box down a metallic shaft into a sturdy base. It looks like a pulp-era ray gun; gaudy and impractical looking. Santiago steadily pushes this goofy contraption to the rim of the center 'ring' of the stage.

"Alright Carson you are first." Madonna says, to the applause of the crowd.

"I'm, wha?" Carson says. Santiago stands by with a remote of some kind and beckons. Not seeing any other option available to him Carson timidly makes his way around the podium and toward the center of the ring. When he reaches Santiago the bear gives him a calming grip of the shoulder. Carson offers a sheepish grin, but is very wary of the giant laser gun being pointed at him, cartoonish as it seems. On the screens beside Madonna and Runx' box Carson sees his own face letter-boxed in the corner along with two large grids. The grid on the right marked "Species," Contains the names of many different species of animals in addition to mythical creatures and some creatures that Carson has never heard of. Then in the left box marked "Attribute," are qualities such as "Latex," "Macro," and "Plush." These remind Carson of online fetish categories that he is not entirely unfamiliar with. With no chance of escape Carson hopes that he can at least receive a beneficial transformation.

"Change-o-matic what do we have in store for Carson?" Runx says, prompting grid segments to light up randomly. Carson is on edge as the randomizer slows at an excruciating pace. Finally the Change-o-matic decides his new form.

"Diaper Poodle?" Carson says. Santiago steps away from him and adjusts his remote. What the heck does that mean? You're going to turn me into a dog wearing a diaper? This is really messed up." The audience bursts into laughter. Even Santiago stifles a chuckle.

"Ohh that was rich. No, you won't be wearing a diaper, you'll -be- the diaper." Madonna says.

"Wha--" Carson begins to speak as Santiago decisively presses a button on his remote. The Change-o-matic lights up rhythmically and then shoots a thin green beam at Carson. There is no pain or burning and the beam seemed to end as soon as it began.

"Been a while since we've had a diaper critter running around eh?" Runx remarks casually.

"Woah I don't feel so hot." Carson says. He suddenly feels a head rush as a wave of warmth radiates throughout his body. Carson stumbles as a commotion begins in the crowd. Examining himself Carson finds that his underwear is ballooning outward. Pressing on the protrusion he finds that the skin and bone has been replaced with a plastic-like skin filled with thick padding. What's more the area where Carson's junk aught to be is smooth and crinkles to the touch.

"Ahhhh Ah!" Carson says. In his shock he pulls down his underwear to find a quickly spreading patch of bright pink plastic skin. It forms a sort of cradle around his crotch in the shape of a diaper though the wave continues and encompasses his legs and arms. Carson looks around frantically in the hopes that some mistake has been made and he'll be spared this embarrassment. Don is horrified by the display, but Luke is visibly excited. Santiago, standing a few feet away watches Carson with rapt, lewd attention. His cheeks flush.

"S-sstop looking at me!" Carson yells in a quavering voice. His legs puff outward quite a bit to match the thickly padded diaper portion of his butt. Along the sides of his legs run a series of diaper tapes which strongly hold his new shape.

"This is what the people pay to see. Haha. San you're a diaper freak aren't you? You must be loving this." Runx says. The bear kneads his groin lightly. "I... am fond of the crinkle." He says. Carson wonders how deeply perverted this 'dimension' this is. Carson's arms change as well. At his wrists the padding increases to form two 'poms' of the sort that poodles are often shaved to have. Carson then glares at his hands. The fingers merge before his eyes and form doughy pink mitts with only a stubby thumb each for dexterity.

"No no no. Ah!" Carson tumbles onto his freshly padded rump as his feet transform as well into well-padded paws. The moment he'd been dreading arrives as the soft pink 'flesh' reaches his neck. Pressing his face with his clumsy mitts Carson feels his face become pliable. His nose extends to become a muzzle and his new maw fills with semi-solid teeth. Even his tongue becomes a flopping bit of plastic coated diaper stuffing. It lolls out of his mouth as the changes begin to subside. He is left with a floppy poodle bouffant on his head and the ears to match. He sits wide-eyed, unable to react. The audience has reacted and strongly. Some throw jeers his way, some openly lust and others simply laugh at his embarrassment. Carson begins to rise to his paws once again and the first thing he realizes about his new form is how noisy it is. His every motion is accompanied by a soft ruffling or crinkling. Upon standing he finds that his natural stance leaves his padded rump jutting out. He runs his mitts over it in disbelief.

"Noooo. This can't be real." Carson says, looking exasperatedly at Santiago. The bear, his only meager source of support in this wild scenario, manages to get a grip on his lust and hurries to Carson's side. He eagerly helps the new poodle to walk and guides him back to the podium.

"Well let me tell you being a living diaper is really going to hurt him in the final round." Madonna explains. "Thank you Santiago. Next up, Luke. Come on down."

Santiago stands Carson at his podium and lingers by his side for a moment. He then rubs Carson's back, intimately, before returning to his spot. For his part Carson is miserably embarrassed and can't seem to stop rubbing his soft body in shock. 'This is already a nightmare and the game hasn't even started yet." He thinks.

Luke steps gingerly onto the platform. "Zap away San-man."

"Change-o-matic what is Luke going to be?" Madonna says, beginning the randomizer.

"Can't be worse than mine." Carson grumbles. His new mouth is awkward to use and his voice is a higher, sissier pitch now. Soon the device decides Luke's new form.

"Woooooo!" The crowd erupts.

"Yes! Oh hell yeah!" Luke cheers.

"Mhm Hunk. Werewolf. this is going to be delicious." Madonna says.

"Oh come on!" Carson yells as Santiago sets and launches the beam.

Luke takes the beam happily to the chest and his own transformation begins. He quakes and growls as his entire frame seems to swell. In uneven spurts the muscles explode into their new sizes. First an arm then the right side of the chest. Meanwhile he begins to grow a coat of handsome gray fur. He strains the thong he'd been wearing to its limit as his hard, furry ass is revealed to the pleased crowd. He is truly a hunk, he reaches a perfect level of muscle tone. Not too ripped and not too slim. Atop his now broad shoulders he grows a muzzle of his own and a grinning mouth full of gleaming teeth. He laughs which reaches Carson as a mockery. Luke shakes off the last of the changes and steps forward. He is equal in height to Santiago now. He looks down at his strong paws and sharp claws.

"This is awesome!" he yells in a new, deeper voice.

"That one's mine." Madonna says, eyeing him from the box. "I'm calling him now. Haha." the audience laughs along.

"What you don't want to take poofy-pants home?" Runx adds to even more laughter. Luke returns to his podium with a confident and admittedly sexy swagger.

"Seriously?" Carson yells. "Why does he get to be something sexy?"

"Woah woah. Don't have an accident." The pair chide "It's all random, you saw that." And, Don, you're last up. Lets go!"

Don is frozen. He grips his podium with white knuckles and looks around like a frightened rabbit. Santiago approaches him gently and takes his hand. Don complies, but with a pathetic look of dread on his face. The polar bear stands him up before the Change-o-matic and stands aside.

"Alright scaredy cat. Lets hope you turn into something lively. Change-o-matic, what do we got?" Runx says as the lights begin flashing. Don steadily looks up when the blinking stops. Santiago dials in the settings for 'Toon' and 'Donkey' then fires upon the wincing Don.

When the beam dissipates the transformation begins immediately and it is unique from both of the previous ones. Carson's changes came in a steady creep and Luke's occurred in visceral bursts, but Don's changes occur spontaneously and suddenly almost as if he were in a cartoon. First Don grows a pair of slender, tall donkey ears. His panic is broadcast to the audience by the two big screens. As he is fondling his new ears in disbelief his hands morph into shiny, featureless black hooves. When he notices this he fumbles backward only to find himself clopping on another pair of hooves where his feet had been. Don shrinks about a foot leaving him a diminutive four-foot-something. His face sprouts grayish fur as his nose bulges out to form a blunt muzzle.

"Huh?" Don groans as his teeth become blunt and double in size. He is left with pair of buckteeth and large incisors which peak out from under his lip. His appearance overall is uncannily blemish-free. He looks more and more like an actual cartoon character transplanted into real life.

Don's cloths transform oddly enough. His underwear forms a pair of shabby overalls to compliment his doofy new look. A tail soon erupts from its strategic flap in the rump of the pants.

"Heh-he hawww." Don blurts. He looks down his nose puzzled. "HEE-Hawwww!" He brays uncontrollably and is forced to clamp his hooves over his muzzle to stop. The audience cracks up. With his changes complete the poor guy stands sheepishly. With his simplified features and goofy appearance he does look cute, but naturally he isn't pleased about this. Mortified with his new form Don clops his way back to his podium and buries his face in his arms.

"There we go, huh? Now who's ready to play some games?!" Madonna says. The audience roars their enthusiasm. Carson and Don share a miserable glance. Luke is beaming his wolfish grin.

"Alright boys, follow San to your first game." Runx announces. The contestants make their way toward the bear who gestures toward a door on the stage that Carson hadn't noticed before. In fact he was certain it hadn't been there. The polar bear leads as the announcers continue.

"Some of you in the audience might be familiar with our first game. It is popular in some of your dimensions' Japans. We did some research and the Batsu game, or 'Penalty game' is really the perfect event for The Changing Game. You'll see why in a minute." Runx explains.

The three contestants shamble after their host. Well Don and Carson shamble, Luke flexes and waves happily to the audience. He approaches the pair from behind and throws his burly arms over their shoulders.

"Isn't this awesome. I've been dying to get on this show forever." He says. The werewolf is pressing his furry mass into Carson's' padded body. The diaper poodle tries to pull away, but is too weak. Instead he turns and grimaces.

"I don't think you'd be so happy if you were in my shoes," Carson says, "Or his." he points to Don who stares blankly down as he walks. Luke slaps Carson on the back causing an embarrassing crinkling.

"Are you kidding, I wish I could be a diaper. Imagine, diaper werewolf? That would be hilarious." He says wistfully. Carson's grimace deepens.

"What the hell is wrong with you people?" He says. "Don are you alright?" The donkey doesn't acknowledge him. His eyes, round and cutesy as they are, are vacant.

Santiago opens the door and the three pass through to find a room identical to the one they'd just left, except this new room is furnished with a table and chairs. Looking around as he enters Carson notes that the audience hasn't moved in relation to them. Neither has the box which is still in its same place above them flanked by its big screens. Carson assumes that some kind of dimension-hopping technology is at play. He has been abducted to a new dimension, apparently, so he is forced to believe that anything is possible from here on out.

Santiago guides the three to the table and pulls out their seats. When Carson sits he is uplifted by his padded bottom. Poor Don is too short and has to sit on his knees to get a good view of the table. On the table are three face-down cards and a small poster board bearing The Changing Game's logo.

"For anyone unfamiliar with the Batsu game, it is very simple. Santiago will reveal a punishment on his board, then the three of you will turn over your cards. Two of you will have SAFE card, but the other will have a FAIL. The loser will have to suffer the punishment." At this point Carson notices that the Change-o-matic is in the corner of the room, awaiting its victim. "We'll have three rounds and then its off to the Trivia Challenge. Santiago, whenever you're ready."

Carson curses. He already had the miserable luck of landing possibly the worst initial transformation. The way his luck is going he'll probably fail every one of these rounds. He looks around at his companions and Santiago meets his eye.

"Everybody ready?" He says enthusiastically.

"Lets get it over with." Says Carson,

"Yes!" Says Luke. Don remains non-responsive.

"Ok boys. Your first punishment will be..." The polar bear flips over the show's logo to reveal a new sheet of paper bearing the words 'What big teeth you have.'

"What?! What does that mean?" Carson says.

"Hehe, sounds weird." Luke says with a crooked smile.

"Ready!" Santiago announces. The three grab their cards. This task is a chore for everyone but Luke. Without solid fingers or fingernails Carson is left scrabbling at the card with his crinkly mitt. Finally he drags it to the edge of the table to get it in hand. Don too is forced to drag the card to the side of the table with his hooves and grip it between the two. The audience has a good chuckle at their fumbles.

"Flip!" Santiago shouts.

Carson breathes a sigh of relief at the green word before him, "SAFE." But he can already tell who lost.

"No no no-hawww." Don is hyperventilating as he stares at his FAIL card. He stands up suddenly, knocking over his chair. "I can't do this. I won't."

"Uh Oh." Madonna and Runx say coyly as they watch from above. Carson sees out of the corner of his eye that the Change-o-matic has whirred to life. Don runs loudly toward the audience.

"Somebody help! Get me out of here!" He runs to the edge of the room's light were the floor seems to drop into nothingness. He jumps and waves frantically and then turns to the room's adjacent wall. Before he can reach it however he is zapped by the Change-o-matic which had been following his every move since he stood up. Carson and Luke are shocked. An announcement has appeared on the big screen. "Disruption Penalty: IQ Drain," Don fumbles for a bit, gripping his head in his hooves. His movements become clumsy, he looks lost and confused.

"No one likes a sore loser Don the Donkey. Penalty for you! Santiago why don't you help him back to his seat so he can take his punishment?" The audience had a great time with Don's display, but Carson is petrified now that he knows the seriousness of his situation. He is truly stuck. If he tries to run he'll only end up more transfigured. He looks wide-eyed at Don as Santiago sits him down. The donkey sits slack-jawed and glassy eyed.

"Are you alright?" Carson asks.

"Hawww uh-huh. Can't remember where I am none but, duhh I guess I'm OK." Don scratches his head with a hoof. The beam did a number on him. Carson wonders if he can even remember his human identity. He doesn't have long to ponder however as Santiago has lined up and prepped the Change-o-matic which soon launches its beam at Don. Then the donkey's teeth, already cartoonishly big, instantly double in size.

"Durr-haww? D'ese teef are really big now, hehe." He says, giggling.

"Big, dumb teeth, for the little, dumb donkey." Madonna says.

"Hee-hawww!" Don blushes. He is completely imbecilic. If he can remember anything of his prior panic he isn't showing it.

Santiago takes the cards and shuffles them, then flips over the board to reveal the next punishment, 'Gotta go.'

"Ohh goddamnit." Carson says, making the easy assumption as to what this punishment will entail.

The polar bear redistributes the cards and the contestants grab them. With his diminished dignity Don drags the card to the edge of the table with his muzzle and then grabs it in his lips.

"Aaaand Flip!" San says. Carson groans and buries his poodle muzzle in his mitts.

"I knew it. I knew it." He says. The Change-o-matic swivels and trains on him. Luke backs away from him knowingly.

Carson sulks and gives Santiago a defeated glance. The bear offers a consoling grin before shooting the beam.

Carson sits expectantly after the quick flash ends. There is no dramatic change. He looks fearfully at Luke and Santiago. Don is in his own world, braying softly and playing with his buckteeth. The bear's ears flick toward Carson and a grin grows on his face. Then Luke sniffs.

"Oh gross." He says. "I'm glad you got this one diaper boy because we'd have a big mess down here if one of us got it."

"What are you t-" Carson begins. Looking down he realizes the commotion. The thick diaper portion enveloping his crotch is filling with urine. He had been wetting himself and didn't even notice. He rises with an audible sloshing and knocks over his seat. He immediately regrets this however when the camera begins to pan around him zoomed in on his swelling lower half. "Ha-how is this p-possible?" He can't understand how he is 'wetting himself' when he no longer has the apparatus to do so. He can't stop himself at all though. He stands there rubbing his warm bulge as the audience gawks and groans.

"Uh oh, the doggy's having an accident." Madonna says.

Carson whines like a real dog and begs for the embarrassment to end. If he could blush his face would be flaming red right now. He does finish pissing himself after a minute which felt to him like an eternity. His diaper portion has redoubled in thickness and is now warm and the padding dense with liquid. Even his thighs have filled a bit, making him seem chubbier. He bends over to pick up his seat while trying to hold on to the last, airy thread of his dignity. This proves impossible after he drops the seat and has to fumble with his saggy rump in the air to pick it up again.

"You people are really sick you know that?" Carson says indignantly.

"Haha. I suppose our viewership might have unique interests, but you know what?" Madonna says as Carson takes his seat. There is a loud squishing as the poodle sits in his own waste. "At least they're potty trained." The audience has another laugh at Carson's expense. He runs his padded mitts over his exposed body in shame. He catches Santiago staring at him. The bear grins widely before composing himself.

"And, ah, final round." He says as he turns over the final card. "The punishment: 'UwU What's This?'"

Carson is defeated at this point. He grabs his card without hesitation in an effort to get the ordeal over with as quickly as possible. His partners grab theirs as well.

"Woo!" Luke yells. Don and Carson are safe, while Luke has 'failed.' He stands and pounds on his chest, "Hit me San-man." The bear has a laugh at his moxie.

"I was hoping he'd get this one Runx." Madonna says, licking her lips audibly.

Santiago dials in the settings and shoots. Luke observes himself carefully until the change makes itself apparent. His cock which was already straining his thong doubles in size along with his balls. The entire package protrudes, taut within the thong which must have been altered to withstand the load the same way Don's clothes adapted to his new form. He gropes the meaty bundle in his paws and makes a show of it for the viewership.

"Unnnf, oh yeah." He growls, quirking an eyebrow when the camera reaches his head. "So fucking big."

"Of course he'd get that one." Carson says. He then catches a whiff of his own stink, "Euugh."

"That will be the end of our first round. Don the donkey winds up with a doofy set of chompers and a very uh diminished IQ. I'd say his chances aren't looking too great. Luke the wolf stud doubled his sex appeal, mrrow. And Carson the diaper dog wet himself. A lot. How are you feeling boys?" Madonna says. The camera pans from the hostess down to the participants beginning with Carson.

"I hate this." A noisy fart erupts from his padded butt, deepening his scowl, "I want to be turned back to normal and go home."

"Should I make the joke about him being pissy?" Runx says, turning to Madonna.

"Do you want to just get it all out of your system?" The cat replies, "Because he sure did." Carson groans as the camera moves from him to Luke who sits at the table kneading his massive package. Carson wishes he could have had Luke's luck. The thought of turning into an anthropomorphic animal isn't unfamiliar or unwelcome, but the downright perverse nature of the show has turned him right off of it. Still the situation would be much more bearable if he were a sexy, muscular werewolf instead of a squishy, pink diaper poodle.

"I love this damn show! Awooooo!" Luke says, pumping his fist. The camera swerves to Don who is vacantly sucking on his hoof.

"Huh? Duh I sure do love being a donkey alright. Haha-hawwww." Finally the camera pans to Santiago.

"Onto the next, shall we?" He says, blowing a kiss into the camera. The bear stands and helps the contestants to their feet. Another door has appeared on the distant wall, as it had in the previous 'room.' Carson's movements are now accompanied not only by crinkling, but by the sloshing of his smelly contents. His feet-paws squish with each step and to make matters worse the camera lingers occasionally on his padded rump. As he walks his uncontrollable bladder fills him up even more with piss, but the hissing is thankfully masked by the audience's cheering. Luke strides confidently after Santiago and Don wanders along with the demeanor of a confused child. Finally they reach the door and Santiago ushers them inside. Once again the room inside seems to be the same room, occupying the same space, as the one they are leaving. Thinking on it makes Carson's head ache so he shuffles inside.

Carson pads along to a podium. Before the three contestants is a large screen bearing three small boxes coinciding with categories. These being: "Maths," "TDTV History," and "Common Knowledge."

"This will be a quick round boys because I'm sure we're all eagerly looking forward to the final round." Runx says "There will be one question apiece. If you get your question wrong you will get a randomized shot from the Change-o-matic, and if you get it right you will move on to the next round punishment-free. Donkey boy, you're up first."

"Good luck." Madonna says sarcastically.

Don stares at the categories quizzically while scratching his chin with a hoof. "I'm gunna pick, uhh, m-matt, matthuh."

"Maths?" Santiago asks, pointing to the category. Delighted that he didn't have to struggle to read the word Don brays loudly.

Santiago presses the blank space beneath the category to reveal Don's question.

"What is nine times nine?" Santiago reads.

Don's brow furrows with intesne focus, "Well one nine is uh, less than ten." He holds his doofy hooves out as if using them to count. It's an embarrassing display. "So the nine and another nine is..." Carson is sorely tempted to blurt the answer out for him. He fears a penalty blast from the laser and so decides keeps his muzzle shut.

"Hee-hawww! I got it." Don says, grinning his over-sized teeth. "Ninety nine!"

The crowd explodes with laughter.

"Oh I'm sorry Don, the correct answer was, pfff, eighty-one." Madonna says. The Change-o-matic has already trained on him and selected a random punishment for him. "Pear Body." It fires on the poor donkey and he begins to quickly put on weight. As the name of the punishment suggests Don's belly and rump swell a great deal, but his torso grows less so giving him the cartoonish proportions of a pear and chubby cheeks to complete the look. He isn't terribly upset by this, naturally. In fact he seems pleased with the new look.

"Oh gosh what a cutie." Runx says. Don blushes as the camera moves from him to the well-endowed werewolf.

"Luke, what will you pick?" Madonna says.

"I'm going to go with TDTV History of course." Luke says, cocky as always. Santiago walks to the appropriate box and presses it.

"How many episodes of The Changing Game were there in the fourth season?" Santiago says.

"Fourth season hmm," Luke says. "That was one of the twelve episode seasons I believe, but there was also the Plush Galore special that season so... thirteen episodes?"

"Damn, no punishment for you. That is correct." Madonna says.

"Yeah you know, I just realized I should have lost on purpose to get another transformation. Bummer." Luke says, pounding his fist into his hand. The camera moves now from Luke to Carson. The diaper poodle is thankful Luke left him with the category he had been hoping for. Hopefully he can ace this question and get to the final round unpunished. Santiago steps up to the final question and presses it.

"How many mayters are there in a kamomayter?" Santiago says.

"Um, mayters? Do you mean meters?" Carson says.

"We use mayters in this universe Carson, come on get with the program." Madonna says.

"What?! But I don't know what they are! I literally just woke up in this stupid place." Carson says, getting heated.

"Tick tock, tick tock." Madonna says, grinning at him from on high.

"Pfffft, I don't know! Um, a thousand?" Carson tries. After a moment an alarm rings his failure.

"Oooh, I'm sorry. The correct answer is nine hundred and ninety nine. Tough break." Runx says. Already the Change-o-matic is zeroing in on him. It cycles through its setting as Carson cringes. He is already an incontinent walking diaper dog, how much worse could his situation get? The randomizer stops.

"Haha!" Santiago laughs.

"'Santiago's Choice,' a new option this season. Santiago can choose any transformation he wants for the contestant. Or he can do anything else really. Your call San." Runx says. Carson looks at him with pleading eyes. Surely the bear wouldn't completely screw him over with another transformation. The handsome bear approaches Carson at his podium.

"No transformation for you, but I've been dying to do something since you changed." He says. Carson is relieved but cautious. The bear joins him and gently grabs his shoulders. He bends Carson onto his podium leaving his warm rump sticking out. Santiago runs his paws eagerly over the smooth fabric. "Poodles who have accidents deserve to be spanked." Carson sighs.

"Just... be gentle alri-YIPE!" Before Carson can finish the bear winds up and delivers a firm smack against Carson's bottom. He didn't hold back much of his great strength. The force of the slap caused Carson's contents to slosh loudly.

"Oh my goodness, such a full diaper." Santiago says, enjoying himself thoroughly. San leans closely above Carson's back and takes deep whiffs of his odor. He gropes the area below Carson's tail then winds up again for another spank.

"Yip!" Carson lets out a canine cry and grips the podium in his plush mitts.

"Come on. No more!" Carson says, looking back at the polar bear. Santiago is pressing his thigh into Carson's rump and bouncing it rhythmically. Noticing Carson's miserable expression he eases off."

"One more." Santiago says sternly. "Better than being turned into a cow or losing the ability to walk on two legs right?" Carson can't say that the bear is wrong. Santiago gives the thick diaper one last grope before pulling back and giving Carson the strongest spank yet. It shook him so stongly that he actually pissed a bit more. Before he can recover Santiago pats him on the back and heads back to his spot.

"Sorry cutie." He whispers.

"San you are a fiend aren't you?" Madonna says. Alright folks, time now for the final round, the one most of you have been waiting for. It's the new and improved obstacle course."

Santiago urges the contestants toward the door. Carson is still sore from his spankings so he walks bowlegged. He tries to imagine what kind of kinky display the obstacle course will be. Don, now very portly, has to waddle around. Luke is fit and proud. They pass by Santiago. Carson gives him an exaggerated pout. In response bear simply grins.

The room containing the final stage of the game is larger than the previous two and in its center is quite the jungle gym. It is set up lengthwise to allow the spectators to see the contestants' progress. The trio join Santiago near its entrance. As Carson takes in each of the platforms Madonna speaks up to announce the thing.

"The all new and improved obstacle course. Hop the stepping stones. Easy. Then climb up the rock wall."

"What the hell is that?!" Carson shouts, noting the arena's next segment.

"That is the hall of tentacles! Squish your way through the grabby, gropy tentacles. Careful, they're very friendly." Madonna says. There is indeed a hallway with thick, writhing black tentacles coming from the ceiling and floor. They glisten a bit soth some kind of natural lubricant.

"I guess I should have expected this." Carson says, bemused.

"After the tentacles look out for the water dump from above. Time your passage or you'll get doused. Then to get through the final door you have to pick the right key from the wall." Madonna says "And as usual your gift for making it through the course in under five minutes is a Normalizer potion which will turn you back into your normal self."

"Wait really?!" Carson says.

"IF you make it through in under five minutes. And good luck crinkle butt because you're going first.

"What happens if we don't make it in time?" Carson says, suddenly invested in the awful game show. There's a rumbling in his chest.

"You'll be trapped as a diaper sissy forever!" Madonna says, cackling maniacally. Carson sinks. He scans the faces of his comrades. Luke is smiling. He probably wants to be stuck in his new body. Don doesn't seem to grasp the consequences of his situation at all. He juts his hips in and out to feel his heft wobble. Santiago catches Carson's eye and shakes his head solemnly. The way he waves his hands gets through to Carson. 'It's not really permanent?' He thinks.

"Lets go poodle boy!" Runx says, pulling Carson back to reality. He approaches the starting line before the pond of stepping stones. The rumbling in his chest is getting much worse. He thought he was simply nervous about the prospect of his transformation being permanent, but the agitation is revealing itself to be something much more inconvenient.

"Oh no no no, not now." Carson says.

"Aaand begin!" Madonna says. The timer begins.

Carson makes a few awkward steps before he is forced to crouch down. Hands on his knees he grunts as he lets out a poo he is powerless to stop. It is contained in his diaper portion of course, but there is much of it and it stinks. The camera catches every second of his embarrassment of course.

"Nnno, not mmh. Not now." He grunts. The butt of his diaper is lumpy and and even more saggy now.

"Aw, what a shitty turn of evens for the diaper poodle." Madonna says.

By the time Carson is finished he has already burned through a minute and a half of his time. He doesn't have time to compose himself. He stands, feeling the squish between his thighs, and moves on. Hopping the stepping stones is surprisingly tricky given his unfamiliar center of gravity, but he avoids the water below and hops through fairly quickly. Next up is the rock wall. It stands at only twice Carson's height, but he is not confident in his dexterity. Stopping up to the slanted wall Carson grabs a hold of the largest hand hold he can find. As expected his inarticulate hands slip on the outcropping. With great effort he manages to get a hold. After finding a suitable foothold he lifts himself off the ground. Something Carson hadn't noticed about his new body earlier is that it is significantly lighter than flesh and bone. Whatever he is composed of it is fairly light, ignoring the considerable waste he is also filled with. Carson makes his way up the wall with ease. At one point he misses a stone, but quickly grasps it before losing his balance. His plush butt shakes considerably though eliciting lewd sounds from the audience.

Carson peaks his muzzle over the top of the rock wall and spies the obstacle he had been dreading. The meaty, smooth tentacles enmesh and writhe sensually. Carson will have to shove his way through no doubt titillating the entire, perverted viewership. He swallows his pride and stops up the the wall.

"Uh oh! The hall of tentacles. Make sure you hit record at home folks. The camera squares in on Carson as he plants a tentative hand on the closest tentacle. Another appears from behind it, wraps itself around Carson's arm and pulls him inside.

"Ahhh-ah!" Carson shouts. Before he can recover his bearings he is caught within an orgy of strong, grasping appendages. They rub him all over causing him to crinkle and whine. They seem to know how to embarrass him most as a number of the things undulate around his full, padded rump and squish its contents. The sensory overload is almost too much for Carson to bear. He pants in frustration as much as pleasure. Remembering his situation he forces his way through the hall. As he goes the tentacles seem to grasp him harder and harder. With as much strength as he can muster Carson forces a mitt through the wall. At this point his struggle seems to ease. The tentacles detach one by one except for the final persistent one which has coiled itself around Carson's tail.

"Dang, come on." He says, tugging on his poofy tail. He plants himself firmly and jerks his appendage. This finally frees it from the clingy tentacle. Before Carson can rejoice though he hears an bell ringing. 'Oh god, I forgot about the-'

The huge bucket of water that had been filling above the obstacle course is overturned dousing Carson for fully five seconds. This surprise would be a mere annoyance to either of the other contestants, but as Carson has learned he is highly absorbent. As soon as the water flow ceases Carson's poodle body begins to balloon.

"Hunh?! Mmrph!" He groans. The most alarming thing about this swelling is its ubiquity. Carson's diaper tapes strain all over as his paws, his belly, and his ears are engorged. Carson looks over his now bulbous muzzle at his body which has the cartoonish proportions of Don. He presses his nose with his sloshing, thick mitts.

"Aww man. Great." Carson says. His absorbent padding did its job heroically. He feels like a vaguely poodle-shaped balloon filled with both water and waste. As he plods his way toward the final door he realizes that he is significantly heavier now and the sloshing of his movements is almost untenable. Spying the timer on the wall Carson learns that he is down to twenty seconds remaining. Along the wall are a number of keys. They are large and blocky so as to be easily seen by the viewers, but they aren't big enough. Carson throws his heavy arms against the wall and wrestles with his useless mitts. He feels as though he is wearing gloves that are two sizes too big and they have been stiffed with shaving cream. The timer ticks away.

"Dammit dammit!" Carson finally manages to take a key from the wall by squeezing it between his two 'thumbs.' His nerves cause one of his hands to jerk though and the key is launched into the air. It hits the ground below exactly as the alarm signals his failure at the course. Carson collapses against the wall with a wet smoosh.

"I'm sorry Carson. Looks like you'll live out the rest of your days as a an incontinent, waddling diaper pup. Haha." Madonna says. Carson steps down the nearby steps evidently meant for those that fail to pass through the exit. He sloshes his way back toward Santiago and the other contestants.

"Luke you're next and hey. Take your time, huh?" Runx says. The crowd cheers their agreement.

Carson slouches next to Don looking down at his round belly. Santiago joins him and innocently rubs his back.

"Don't worry." He says.

"How am I supposed to not worry!? Look at me." Carson says, allowing the bear his gesture of comfort. Santiago presses a finger to his lips and points to the course.

Luke has climbed the rock wall and is making his way through the tentacles. He makes quite a show of grinding and thrusting his way through them. With his muscle he has a much easier time of it than Carson did. A minute has barely passed. In his pride the werewolf grabs the nearest tentacle and and caresses it as it kneads his huge bulge. The camera eats it up and the crowd moans collectively. When he has had enough Luke bursts free. He has the sense to check the water bin above, it isn't ready to spill yet so he strides up to the wall of keys. He grabs several with his functional hands and then gets to testing them on the door. Carson is still spinning from the permanence of his new body. The polar bear hasn't explained his assurances yet so as far as Carson can tell he's stuck this way.

Sure enough a blaring fanfare soon announces Luke's victory. He hops through the door and down the stairs with a showy swagger. Santiago, having left Carson's side, approaches Luke carrying a tray containing a bottle of what looks like white water.

"That was some fine obstacle-ing Luke." Madonna says. "Now, usual you can remain a werewolf or you can chug that potion and return to your normal, boring, unsexy human form. What's it going to-" Before she can finish Luke snatches the potion from the tray and slams it to the ground.

"Ah! No!" Carson shouts. He stares forlorn at the puddle.

"Aw yeah! The werewolf is here to stay baby." Runx says, highfiving Madonna. Luke waves to the audience and flexes again for the camera. When he has had enough posturing he joins Carson and Santiago. Don is wobbling his way to the starting area.

"You should have saved it and given it to me!" Carson says, gesturing to the wasted potion.

"Meh, sorry." Luke says. He forgets Carson's presence immediately as he returns to admiring his new permanent form.

"Last and probably least Don. Ready down there?" Madonna asks.

"Hawwww!" He brays in return. The timer starts and Don strides with as much speed as he can muster up to the stepping stones. He makes a surprisingly strong leap and comes crashing onto the first stone. He The impact of his hooves hits so hard in fact that he dislodges the stone and falls onto his big butt.

"So graceful. Keep going donkey. Go go go." Runx says. Don's cheeks are flushing. With some effort he rises to his hooves and continues on. Turning to watch his progress Carson has to wonder how Don will tackle the rock wall with his lack of hands, to say nothing of his diminished ingenuity. Don scratches his chin a minute before taking his first step. Miraculously the dumb donkey manages to wedge his clunky hooves into the hand and footholds and in spite of his bulky mass lifts himself step by step. Even Carson hadn't moved this quickly.

"Oh ho! Still got a few brain cells kicking around in there huh?" Madonna say, eliciting chuckles from the audience. Don reaches the top of the wall and stands from his crouch like a child with his butt sticking out. He strolls into the hall of tentacles as if they weren't even there. The groping and the pulling don't phase him.

"Wow." Carson says. Even Luke breaks out of his reverie at the stunned silence of the audience. Either Don is too ignorant to be embarrassed by the treatment or he is simply putting his great weight to bear. In any case he bursts through the tentacles and stumbles right into the wave of water pouring from the bucket above. Of course he isn't made of absorbent material so he is merely discombobulated. He clops awkwardly into the key room. Again his lack of hands is a hindrance. Yet once again an echo of Don's intelligence returns. With trepidation he manages to take a key from the wall in his lips. He manages to bite it in his buckteeth and then hobbles to the door to try it. He fumbles for a bit, but soon inserts it into the door and with a twist of the neck unlocks the door. Alarms blare and Carson is dumbfounded.

"Even he passed it. Ugh." Carson says. Don is glowing. He pumps his hooves in the air and brays happily.

"Wow big guy, you did it." Madonna says as Santiago approaches with the Nromalizer potion. Don turns to her. "Now like we told Luke, you can get your brains and human body back, OR, you can stay a fun, round donkey boy."

He doesn't seem to understand this so Santiago helps him understand. The bear knows he doesn't want to remain in this form so he chooses his words carefully. Ultimately Don takes the hint and picks up the potion between both hooves. Before the stuff can reach his lips he has a braying fit. The potion slips right out of his grasp and smashes on the floor. The audience surprisingly shows so decency and doesn't laugh. The same can't be said of Luke who barely holds back his laughter. Poor Santiago's face is buried in paw.

"Ohhh I am sorry about that. Unfortunately those things are not cheap. Tough luck." Runx says.

"Well at least he won't really know what he's missing." Madonna says. While everyone in attendance is mortified Don himself is carefree as ever. As he rejoins the contestants Carson can't bring himself to say anything to him.

"Alright everyone. That is going to wrap up the first episode of the new season. A werewolf, a diaper poodle, and a big, dumb donkey. Not a bad mix." Madonna says.

"Luke stick around after the show huh?" Runx says.

"Have a great night. Check in next week for more of The Changing Game. Bye bye." Madonna says.

"Adios." Santiago says. He gets the final shot, a wink at the camera. The closing tune of the show goes quiet. There is a mumbling of the audience as they are shepherded out of the studio.

"What? What happens now?" Carson says. Turning he catches a glimpse of the bear's back disappearing through a new door below the hosts' box. "Santiago?" The other two seem similarly confused. Momentarily a pair of small, anthropomorphic mouse assistants appear from the darkness dividing the stage from the audience. One addresses Luke.

"Your presence has been requested backstage. Would you like a... behind the scenes tour?" The bookish girl eyes him in a way that betrays a hidden, perverse nature in keeping with Carson's view of the screwy universe.

"Hmm. Will I get to meet Miss Madonna?" He says, catching her drift.

"You will be allowed a one-on-one meeting with both hosts." She says, matter-of-factly.

"Sold!" He says.

Meanwhile the mouse courting Carson and the donkey begins. "Come with me please." She proceeds between the two toward the same stage door they had been using up to now. Carson stars to follow before looking back at Luke. He walks with a heavy arm over the assistant. Whispering something in her ear they share a laugh.

"What a jerk." Carson says. He joins Don who has blindly followed their assistant. When she opens the door it doesn't open onto a new stage like it has before. This time it opens onto a city street, but this city is a spectacle unlike anything Carson has ever seen. Or to be more accurate it looks like every red-light district he had ever seen bleeding into one another and sprinkled with the kinkiest content Carson had stumbled onto on the internet. HE could see shops, cars, and businesses but they all contained, at the very least, suggestive themes. A convenience store has a window display of exotic dildos on display next to their collection of smoking apparatus. The people, as Carson had come to expect, come in all shapes and sizes. Some were animalistic, some seemed to be outright monsters. Every manner of being exists here and the are all clearly conducting themselves with perversion in mind. Before Carson can take it all in he is shoved from behind.

"Thank you for playing sirs." She says.

"Huh!? Hey wait where are we?" Carson says.

"Behind the studio."

"Yeah, but where do we go? How do we get home?" Carson says, leaning over the girl.

"Not my problem." She says, stepping inside and grabbing the door. "You reak by the way." She slams the door leaving the pair flummoxed and alone.

Neither Carson nor Don has any clue where they are especially Don who wanders into the busy sidewalk as soon as the assistant has vanished.

"Huh? Hey Don. Where are you going?" Carson asks. He ought to look after Don given his unfair impairment, but Carson is just too defeated. Don turns and waves a blocky hoof before crossing the street. Carson watches him dawdle from his spot by the studio's exit. He sees, then, as the donkey is descended upon by a trio of colorfully decorated prostitutes of various species and genders. They had been waiting for the perfect prey and Don is too bashful to resist as they whisk him into their basement flat for what will surely be an adventurous experience. And just like that he is gone.

Carson collapses against the metal doors of the studio. 'What the hell is this place and how do I go home?' He hugs his crinkling form and cowers in the corner of the door-frame. It is a testament to the absurdity of this place that no one bats an eye at Carson's poofy body. Hours seem to pass, but they could well have been minutes. The poodle is thankful for the din of the city as it conceals the sounds of him having yet another accident. The swelling brought on by the waterfall hasn't dissipated yet so he is thicker than ever. He collapses to the ground with a squish and covers his face with his mitts until a familiar voice is heard.

Chatting rapidly in Spanish on his cell phone is Santiago. He is dressed now in his street clothes: a dark green button-down shirt which reveals only the top of the ring of black encircling the bear's torso and a pair of slacks slightly less revealing than the ones he wore on the show. The bear is searching and when he spots Carson he waves and makes his approach.

"Sí, lo encontré. OK, si, adiós." The polar bear finishes his call and shoves his phone in the bag slung around his chest. "Good, I'm glad I found you. They told me you were still just sitting back here." Santiago helps Carson to his feet.

"Well yeah. Where am I supposed to go?" Carson says, feeling self conscious. Santiago then surprises Carson with a hug. If his intentions are lewd he does a good job of hiding them. Carson gives in and returns his embrace. Free now from the cameras and crowds of the stage Carson catches himself being aroused. Before he can get too hot and bothered though San releases him, but the feel of his muscular trunk and the sweet smell of his hair linger with Carson.

The bear stands at full height and talks closely with Carson. "Listen, Carson, I feel really bad about you getting sucked into The Changing Game. We're from the same Earth actually. Only difference is that I wanted to come here. Over time I've achieved with the body I always wanted." Santiago says. He looks down at his handsome self and lays a paw on Carson's shoulder. His sleepy brown eyes contact Carson's. "But I know not everyone wants this life. I am a bit of pervert. Everyone who makes a home here is, I'll admit it, but we're not all monsters. When I first came here I met a nice boy who, like Don, was transformed radically. Our games were fun for me, but he was destroyed, like you have been." Carson hangs on his every word, desperate to know where he is going with the story. "What I'm saying is I know this place isn't for everybody. And they were lying when they said the transformation is permanent."

"Really?" Carson says, grabbing Santiago's shirt. This excites the bear greatly, but he retains his gentlemanly demeanor.

"They only say that to get into contestants heads, heh. In this dimension transformation technology is- it's a bit pricey, but with it you can change just about anything into just about anything else." Santiago says. He steps toward Carson, slowly forcing him into the corner of the door frame. "I have a couple transforming rays ion my apartment. They give them to us as a bonus sometimes as a part of the show. If you come with me I can turn you back into your normal self and if you want I can help you find a teleporter back to our dimension." San says. Carson is giddy, but apprehensive. He becomes aware of his pudgy, crinkling body and the strong smell of his contents. He feels ugly in spite of the bear's thorough appreciation of him.

"Really? I can't ask for that. I don't even know you." Carson says.

"It's really no problem. I'm not changing myself any time soon, you might as well take one." Santiago says. His brown eyes are earnest and inviting.

"Well." Carson begins, "What do you want in return? I have nothing to- to give you."

Santiago stands tall and puts on his perfomance character. His movements gain a showy flair. "I was hoping. Possibly. Would you come back to my place and be my puppy for the night? Just one night." The bear takes a knee and grabs Carson's mitt in his paws. "Please?"

"Uhh, what?" Carson says flatly.

The bear looks Carson up and down before gently squeezing his hand so that the water within sloshes. Carson flushes. He tugs half-heartedly at his arm. He is deviously curious to learn what San might have in mind, but his hesitation wins out.

"Aww San. I don't know. Not... that." Carson says, pouting. The polar bear returns to his normal self and stands by the poodle.

"It's alright. I won't force you." Santiago says. "Come on." He drapes his arm over Carson's shoulders.

In spite of himself Carson melts like butter in his intimacy with the handsome bear. He truly lucked out in meeting not only a native of hiw own version of Earth, but a decent character in this crazy place. San guides them across the street and past the legions of exotic, sexualized passersby. As they travel Carson slowly sheds his shame. Even in his bloated, diaper form he is far from the strangest person around. He allows an arm to wrap around San's wide trunk.

"OK. Maybe I could be your puppy for one night. -One- night." Carson says.

"Ahhhh-ha!" Santiago says, squeazing Carson close. "Buenoooo!"