Freebies Vol. 75: Balls to the Wall (S01E01 Pilot)

SYNTECH IS PROUD TO PRESENT

FROM THE PRODUCERS OF QUESTIONABLE CONTENT AND CHOMPED

A BRAND NEW ATHLETIC ENDURANCE COMPETITION

BALLS TO THE WALL: Episode 1

Starring

ABELLA ROCQUEL .................. Ursasoul (Ursasoul)

MALIBU .................. Maloo (MalooMF9)

MEI XIANG .................. Rykela (rykela.sofurry.com)

RUFUS HART .................. Vanylla (vanylla.sofurry.com)

Featuring

SWEET THANG .................. Taiko (taiko.sofurry.com)

THE MAD SCIENTIST .................. Sanmer (sanmer.sofurry.com)

THE E.C.F. .................. Maloo (MalooMF9)

Presented by

VIVIAN BOO (fluffyvivianboo)

And written by

DANATH (danath.sofurry.com)

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The steep, stadium-style seating held at least five hundred murmuring people of all species and types in a horseshoe around the center of the large theater. Cameras and lights hung from the ceiling and several drone cameras swiveled through the air, panning across the audience as the lights dropped low. There was even an oversized section along the back wall for guests over eight feet. A huge black curtain shifted and rustled, drawing an increasing amount of excited noise from the audience.

"Welcome to Balls to the Wall!" a short otter with a long torso said, stepping out from behind the curtain with a microphone. He wore a black jumpsuit similar to ones worn by other otters working as part of the stage crew, though the black signified a supervisory role. "We'll be starting momentarily, so please take this opportunity to turn off your cell phones and prepare to enjoy the show!"

The otter disappeared behind the curtain, which swished and shook before the hooks holding it up to the ceiling snapped one after another, a rapid-fire click that allowed the falling drapery to expose the course of the new game show in truly dramatic fashion. Spotlights and an orchestral swell soared, the beginning of the show's theme song. Three massive screens hung from the ceiling high above the game area, each focused on one side of the horseshoe-shaped bleachers. The screens showed close-ups of the slowly moving black and gray treadmill dominating the center of the set. It was at least twenty-five feet across and almost three times that long. At one end, heavy drapes as huge, almost twenty feet tall, and as wide as the treadmill blocked the view of what was being loaded onto the treadmill behind it. The show's logo appeared on the drapes, which the cameras focused on as the drone cameras swung around. Each was no more than the size of a billiard ball and recorded in ultra high quality on the fly, beaming everything back to the control room high up in the ceiling beams along the back corner of the stadium.

"Welcome, darlings, welcome!" a high, sweet voice said, ringing out over the fast-paced and upbeat theme music. "I'm Vivian Boo and this is Balls to the Wall!"

Above the huge doors at the end of the treadmill, a smaller section of the set wall retracted and a clear plastic platform hovered out. The floating platform feel like solid earth, which was a good thing considering the size of the host stretching out across the transparent superglass.

The crowd in the audience cheered and applauded the visual of the enormous taur's hyper-sized balls and sheath smooshing and spreading flat against the platform from below. The wolftaur's glossy and sleek light brown coat wrapped around her shoulders and back, then spread across her long taur underbody. The front of her upper torso, neck, and underside of her jaw featured a lighter tan shade of dense fur that wrapped over the joint of her upper and lower halves, spreading across her wide underbelly and coating her enormous sheath and sac. It would be impossible for the taur to walk without dragging her enormous testicles on the ground behind her. The squeezed out behind her enormous flanks, which were easily three times the size of her forelegs. In fact, her entire hind end was nearly as tall as it was wide to accommodate those immense, fuzzy round orbs. Her sheath pushed forward, hanging from her underbelly, reaching just over halfway to the back of her forelegs. Like a dune buggy, the taur's hind legs lifted her rear end and enormous tail higher into the air than her front legs. The long and fluffy tail curled up and back over her long taurbody, leaving her wide thighs semi-exposed to the drone camera flying around her.

If Vivian's exposed underside weren't impressive enough, her upper half sealed the deal. A rich, vibrant red dress squeezed around her shoulders and neck, tailored to within a hair of being too tight. The wolftaur's broad lower body melded to her upper half gracefully and smoothly, the juncture partly visible through the splits in the long red dress. The front draped down between her forelegs, reaching to just above the ground when she stood, while four more panels split around her, two hanging over the sides of her muscular, thick forelegs. Besides the dress, which featured a dazzling diamond keyhole in the front almost a foot across, through which her lush and soft tan fur pushed through. The taur's enormous nipples stretched the dress as she smiled and waved, beaming at the crowd while her flying platform docked with the side of the staging area alongside the treadmill.

Lurching to her feet, her entire over-endowed body swung and shivered, jiggling under the lush pelt in all the best places. Vivian kept waving, beaming and soaking up the applause, as some drone cameras flew up, filming her from a variety of angles as she spoke. She stepped forward and then relaxed back on her haunches, sitting on her hindquarters so that her enormous balls shoved her sheath up against the underside of her taur body. Looking up into the drone camera, the view down the taur's cleavage and between her forelegs was enough to make the SynTech executives cackle and rub their claws together with glee.

"Welcome to Balls to the Wall! I'm Vivian Boo, your host!" she said, pausing for another short round of applause. Her tail wagged side to side across her massive haunches. "Here's how the game works. Each round, a lucky contestant chosen from the audience will set up over there-"

The taur's arm pointed towards a green platform at the far end of the stadium seating, which could be reached by a short set of stairs. The platform opened onto the treadmill, which cranked up and began to slowly roll towards the Pit at the far end.

"The game starts once they're on the treadmill and doesn't stop until they're off! They'll face a series of obstacles that they'll need to get past in order to continue. Once they're past an obstacle, they're clear until the next one that shows up and tries to put them into the Pit and end their run. There are also other hazards, like random mistings of SynTech's patented transformational chemicals, audience participation, and many more surprises! Expect things to get weird!"

Vivian grinned. The massive taur's legs carried her with surprising grace and ease down the staging area alongside the treadmill, shifting and flexing the powerful muscles packed into her wide, low-slung forelegs. The audience themselves could get closer, since the walls of the front seats were mere inches from the treadmill and separated only by a railing. At the bottom of the treadmill, a short slope led downwards into the Pit, which was labeled as such with big black letters on the red painted steel doors.

"Contestant high scores will be tracked for bragging purposes. Contestants will also receive a complimentary 'I Ran the Treadmill and All I Got was this Lousy T-Shirt and Extra Pair of Breasts' t-shirt," the wolftaur said, walking back towards her platform, as the three huge screens hanging over the stadium showed a currently-empty top 10 list. She stepped up onto her hovering transparent floating pad and grinned, standing on all four legs as the platform rose into the air. "And that's all there is to the game! All Pits are selected randomly as are the challenges. Even I won't know what's going to happen, but I'll be keeping an eye on the action from up here!"

The massive taur grinned down at the crowds as she flew over the treadmill, side to side and back and forth. Her enormous nuts flattened, smooshing flat, as the platform centered itself between the three sides of the audience seating.

"And now it's time to call on our first contestant to face the challenges of the Terrible Treadmill..."

CONTESTANT No. 1: ABELLA ROCQUEL

"Abella Rocquel, come on down! You're the first contestant on Balls to the Wall!"

Spotlights flashed and scanned the crowd until a series of shouts and cheers from the end of the bleachers near the green contestant platform drew the attention of several drone cameras, which hovered in close to track the small and petite mouse making her way through the row towards the stairs to the platform. Above, the massive host hovered close, grinning as she eyed the cute young thing before docking her platform just above the treadmill in front of the onboarding zone.

"Abella Rocquel," Vivian said, swishing her enormous tail side to side behind her wide hindquarters. "Welcome to the show!"

The mouse was short, no more than five feet, with soft blonde curls framing her pale gray muzzle. Perfectly dainty, she eyed the microphone held out by the wolftaur with a greedy look. The finest, most expensive couture designer clothes - in this case, a red cocktail dress with eloquent patterns and large bows on the shoulders - hung around her slim frame, simultaneously highlighting and hiding her figure. The mouse's bald tail swept side to side behind her as she grinned and stuck out her chin.

"Thanks, though it's no surprise. I always win at whatever I do," she said, with the confident tone of someone who has never experienced true struggle. "Anyways, this is going to do wonders for my modeling career. There's just no better way to get your name out there than to be on the screen! Now, anyways, let's get started already. The people are here to watch me, not you!"

A bit taken aback by the petite mouse's oversized attitude, Vivian nevertheless nodded and grinned, perhaps showing a few teeth too many as she raised her right hand in the air and swiveled it around. Beneath her floating transparent platform, the treadmill started up, slow and steady, as she lifted higher into the air, hovering above the center as she leaned over.

"As you wish, your highness!" she called out. "As soon as you're on the treadmill, the game will start - and it doesn't stop until you get off at the other end!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," the mouse said, preening her dainty and gleaming fur as the drone cameras hovered in closer.

"Then let's hear some noise from the audience as our first contestant faces our first challenge!"

Above the peculiar treadmill-centric stadium, the three huge screens hanging overhead switched from a close-up of the mouse's pretty brown eyes to a rolling and scrolling series of words travelling too fast to make out individually. As Abella hopped onto the treadmill and confidently walked towards the curtain, the words slowed down, until one phrase appeared and locked in, turning a bright shade of green and blinking.

The wolftaur on the platform grinned even wider as she announced the results...

||||| Abella rolled for the challenge: 21.

"It's the Chomped Cheerleaders!"

The heavy black curtain draping over the front end of the treadmill stood still for a few long moments before a sudden flurry of activity sent the drapes flying. As Vivian flew overhead and the audience craned their necks to watch, at least two dozen figures emerged from the backstage area. There were otters, mice, rabbits, a fox or two, and other species represented. All wore the same "CHOMPED Superfan!" t-shirts (and nothing else).

"Who can resist a little cross-promotion for another new show on the Nocturnal Transmissions streaming service?" Vivian asked, grinning as she watched the horde of would-be prey rush the petite field mouse, whose confident grin turned upside down.

A panting, fully aroused otter taller than the mouse leapt at her, shouting something about "Open wide!" The mouse had to act fast if she didn't want the horde of eager superfans to push her right off the end of the treadmill...

||||| Abella rolled a 1d20: 10 (Soft Pass)

Abella's size worked against her. Paws and claws grasped at her couture fashion, tearing the fragile fabric to shreds as the dozens of eager would-be prey completely misinterpreted the mouse's hesitation. She was no pred, and did her best to wriggle and squeeze around the horde of skinny vorefans.

"Eat me! I can fit, I promise!" a squirrel with a tail as large as the mouse was whispered in her ear.

"Ew! Get off!"

High above, Vivian laughed and wagged her long, plush tail, grinning with glee as she watched the haughty fieldmouse struggle through the crowd of Chomped fans. As soon as any of the fans got past the mouse, they turned around and waited for the treadmill to carry them towards the end, no longer allowed by the rules of the show to chase her anymore. The treadmill carried them down to the end, where they slid across the closed doors of the Pit and down to some doors that opened at the bottom of the bleachers, beneath the crowds.

Eventually, the panting, gasping, thoroughly undignified struggle ended when Abella got the last paw out of her muzzle and shoved a lanky fox to the side, sending the last of the disappointed, uneaten vore fans down to the end of the treadmill. They tumbled together in a squirming heap on top of the Pit doors before a group of otter stagehands emerged to herd them down the gap below the rear bleacher seats.

Abella panted hard, feet methodically moving as her eyes stared ahead, glazed and wide. She'd never dealt with anything so... crude! All those paws grasping and grabbing at her, trying to push into her mouth and... the fieldmouse shivered. This show wasn't what she was expecting. Her clothes were in tatters, her tight rump fully exposed beneath her tail, and her makeup was mussed. This was no way to appear on television! And certainly no way for a dignified lass from a well-to-do family to behave.

||||| Distance loss: Abella rolled a 4 (1d4). There are 46 yards left to the Pit.

"Can I... take... a break?" she gasped up at the hovering wolftaur.

Vivian's broad and toothy smile was all the answer the fieldmouse needed.

"Next challenge!" the host hooted, floating away and towards the audience, giving them a show of her undercarriage against the clear platform as the backstage crew prepared. "Abella's second challenge is..."

||||| Abella rolled for the challenge: 23.

"The Cocksweeper!"

Abella's head snapped around, staring open-muzzled at the wolftaur host. What or who was a cocksweeper, and how'd they earn such a lewd name, she wondered.

Her questions were answered momentarily when the incredible tip of an enormous pink maleness rustled through the drapes. It was at least three feet tall and five feet wide, and as it moved forwards, the incredible arousal swung slowly from one side of the giant treadmill all the way across to the other - and yet the shaft kept coming, with no sign of the base of the incredible staff or its owner in sight.

Abella's eyes almost popped out of her skull as she took a half-step backwards, tail curling up around her calf. The massive tip swung closer as the stalk thickened in the middle, fattening up even larger as the first few hairs of the sheath appeared. Just how impossibly long and huge was the mega-sized pink cock?

"This, ladies and gentlemen," said the wolftaur hosting the show from her floating platform, "is why interns shouldn't forget my dry cleaning."

Vivian grinned and smoothed the front of her fancy paneled dress down her oversized chest as the enormously stretched sheath of the fat hypercock finally appeared, followed shortly by a small and feminine vixen only a few inches taller than Abella. Her chest was flat and covered with a T-shirt featuring the Balls to the Wall logo. An expression of frustration ran over her face as she growled up at the wolftaur, all the while slowly twisting her hips, keeping her massive cock swaying side to side. It was big enough and heavy enough to easily splat any contestant unfortunate enough to get in the way. How the slim and feminine vixen was able to maneuver the thirty-foot shaft and the accompanying sofa-sized nuts was a mystery, but she easily twisted her hips, not bothering to move her feet as she swung the massive pole through the air.

"Yeeeeek!"

Abella's shreek as the huge tip grazed her tattered clothes echoed through the stadium, drawing laughter from the crowds watching. Some cheered for her to take a direct hit as the mouse's ears swiveled, head tracking the massive fox-dong as it whistled past again.

||||| Abella rolled a 1d20: 12 (Soft Pass)

The mouse decided she'd have to try to jump it. The huge tip swung dangerously low at times and unpredictably, too, so she couldn't try to get underneath it without being squashed or sent flying down the treadmill. Tensing, the mouse waited for the perfect moment to fling herself over the huge shaft and then, hopefully, run right past the sulking, hypercocked vixen intern.

It was a good plan and would have worked if she hadn't forgotten she had zero athletic ability. Years of sitting in salon chairs and not eating gave her a fine figure and soft fur, but woefully underprepared her for the herculean task of hurdling a hyper-sized cock wielded by an apathetic intern. The mouse's eyes bulged again as the tip smacked straight into her stomch. She fell forward, arms automatically stretching outwards and grasping around the underside of the crown as the vixen's muzzle fell open. The enormous length bucked, lifting the squealing fieldmouse more than fifteen feet straight up into the air, before the megasized dong smacked down, releasing a huge rope of thick white cum that shot straight over the heads of the audience at the end of the treadmill and splattered against the "Balls to the Wall" sign on the wall behind.

The mouse slid down the length, arms and legs squeezing hard and inadvertently sending another blast of pleasure through the hypersized - and hypersensitive - thickness. Vivian joined the cheers from the crowd as the drone cameras captured the petite mouse's body squeezing down against the immense pink shaft, removing even more of her ripped and tattered clothes from her tiny, petite body.

She ended up headfur in the vixen's crotch, getting a noseful of scent that made her gasp. Despite herself, the heat and musk of the stupendously large arousal had their effects on the fieldmouse, who slumped over the vixen's massive sac and rolled onto the ground at the red-furred intern's feet. The vixen ignored the mouse, gasping and moaning as her massive cock flexed and fired again, this time drenching the front row of the back stands in thick and sticky ropes of vixenjizz more than a foot wide each.

||||| Abella rolled a 1d8: 3. 43 yards remain to the pit.

The fieldmouse stretched across the moving platform for a moment before rolling over onto her belly and getting slowly to her feet, pacing along with the speed of the conveyor belt. She'd lost some ground. Over her shoulder, she watched the vixen's backside - even from behind, the incredible outline of her swinging cock showed up thicker and fatter around than the vixen herself. Dozens of otter stagehands quickly appeared, guiding the relieved fox through the gap to the exit area of the treadmill past the still-closed Pit.

Abella tried to make up more ground by walking quicker, but whenever she did, the treadmill sped up, preventing her from advancing past her current position.

"Don't forget to pick up my dry cleaning today, please!" Vivian called after the intern, a satisfied smile on her face as she floated over towards the audience and dropped a few towels down to the spunk-covered front row. "So far our first contestant is doing great, but now it's time to amp up the pressure... OPEN THE PIT!"

Behind the fieldmouse, the huge steel doors with the words "The Pit" on them slowly retracted, revealing...

||||| Abella rolled a 1d15: 12.

... a dark black dungeon made of ancient gray stones. Various tables and beams made of strong lumber held various bound up males, females, and others in a variety of unique and interesting positions. Depending on the angle one looked through the opening to the pit, they could see various people being tickled with feathers, smacked with riding crops, and otherwise abused or humiliated by leather-clad tops. A buff fox paddled the thick rump of a moaning beaver on the table directly under the drop-off of the treadmill, all of which was easily visible thanks to the screens hanging high over the stadium.

"It's the BDSM Pit!" Vivian declared, tail flicking as she hovered over, watching as the beaver's rump jiggled and wiggled with each thwap of the paddle in the fox's paw. "Looks like the little miss is gonna get turned into a big priss!"

The wolftaur's platform flew back towards the panting, exhausted fieldmouse. "Hope you're ready, because it's time for round three!"

||||| Abella rolled for the challenge (1d32): 28.

As before, there was a moment of stillness and anticipation before the curtains rustled. The panting fieldmouse looked back at the screens showing the bondage dungeon and shuddered. If those doms got their paws on her, she could say goodbye to her manicure appointment later, she just knew it.

A cloud of rich, pungent smoke drew the mouse's attention back towards the curtains. Like steam rising from a bath, clouds of burning tobacco expelled from behind the curtain, rising up in the air past the wolftaur, who shifted her platform to the side as the audience leaned in, trying to see who was coming through.

"Please welcome the Tobacconist!"

An eight-foot-tall wolf jumped out from the curtains. A stogie thicker than Abella's wrist was clamped between the wolf's thick black lips, while the rest of her was nude, showing off the swells of her broad chest, the fat nipples capping each, and her powerful, rippling abdominals. A wide and heavy male sheath slung off her lower belly, draping down over her clenched, taut thighs, as her lupine eyes narrowed on the appetizing little morsel staring back at her. The Tobacconist's white fangs showed around the cigar in her muzzle as she grinned, blowing a cloud of smoke towards the fieldmouse. Inch after inch of fat, onyx-skinned wolfcock draped out of her sheath as she reached down, adjusting herself a bit while walking forward slowly, tail shifting behind her. The rich, lustrous pelt stretched across her powerful frame, rippling across her massive muscles as she growled deep in her throat.

Her clothes were another thing entirely. The Tobacconist wore a black leather cap tucked between her broad and flicking black ears. A half-bust leather bra cupped the enormous swells of her breasts, helping her dense pecs support the huge orbs. Dull-tipped metal spikes an inch long or so and shaped suspiciously like butt plugs splayed outwards from the underside of the leather bra, which completely failed to cover even a single nipple. A large collar wrapped around each of the wolfess's biceps, creaking and groaning as she flexed and showed off, while a matching, though slightly smaller leather bra cupped her fat sac, keeping it lifted up into the base of her thick lupine arousal. The wolf's paws somehow fit into a pair of sharp-toed stiletto boots that squeezed her calves and outlined her thighs. The black leather creaked as she took a deep pull on her cigar and sent plumes of smoke wafting through the air, surrounding and swirling the dainty field mouse. The wolf regarded the contestant with a glint in her eyes as the dark black pelt shifted and pulled taut over her abdominals.

"How about a smoke, honey?" the buff wolf asked, her voice deep and gruff. "Finest around, straight from Mabel's!"

Abella coughed, eyes watering as she tried to keep an eye on the massive wolf despite the burning smoke drifting past her. The sweet and simultaneously earthy scent did not agree with the delicate field mouse's prim and proper sensibilities.

"Ew! No thank you! God, when will this be over?" she whined, clutching at her chest as she noticed a drone camera hovering nearby, filming her exposed bosom and putting it up on the big screens. "Ugh, I thought this was a no smoking area..."

The wolf grinned and produced another massive cigar, then lit it in her muzzle and held it out. "You're gonna smoke this, honey, and we can do it the hard way or the easy way..." The wolf's paw suggestively gripped her oversized maleness at the word "hard."

||||| Abella rolled a 1d20: 5 (Fail)

Abella watched as the treadmill slowly carried the muscular she-wolf closer. She could dodge side to side without losing ground, but when she tried to run forward, the treadmill sped up, bringing the wolf even closer, along with the billowing clouds of musky smoke. The field mouse decided there was only one way to avoid the huge wolf's clutches: wait and react to the coming lunge. Wolves were predators, after all, she reasoned. This one would probably try to leap on her as soon as she was close enough.

The mouse was right, in that The Tobacconist was waiting for the right moment. The mouse was wrong, however, in thinking her non-athletic, tiny body could dodge the muscular lupine figure.

Abella gasped as the huge black claws wrapped around her hips, shoving her backwards onto the treadmill. The wolf's muzzle dropped close, blowing even more pungent clouds of smoke, so much the cameras on the drones had a hard time seeing through it all, though they managed to capture the wolf's huge and muscular thighs squeezing the mouse's legs together. Abella grunted and squirmed, trying to pull away as she felt the heat of the wolf's half-hard shaft slide across her tattered clothes, smearing pre-cum into her belly. Even more alarmingly, she could feel the outline of a knot bigger than both of her fists put together warming up inside the wolf's sheath.

"Let me go, you big fat oahhmmfff!"

The mouse's voice silenced when the Tobacconist's paw stuffed the lit cigar between her lips and then wrapped around her muzzle completely, keeping it clenched and her nostrils closed. The wolf growled, groaning with excitement as her heavy and full breasts squeezed the mouse down into the treadmill. Abella's small lips stretched around the fat stogie, making her jaw ache as the Tobacconist forced her teeth to bite into the pungent leaves. With her nostrils pinched, there was no choice but to inhale over and over again, even though the mouse knew generally cigars weren't meant to be smoked so deeply. A strange and tingling warmth spread from her aching chest as she felt the weight of the wolfess's lustful body grinding and squeezing against her with some vigor, and Abella was even more alarmed when she felt her body respond in kind.

"Looks like the Tobacconist wins this round!" Vivian said from off to the side, out of the rising clouds of smoke. "Will Abella have any treadmill left when she's done?"

Through the clouds of smoke, now doubling as the gasping, panting, wheezing petite mousegirl was forced to stretch her small muzzle around the huge girth of the massive cigar, breathing in and exhaling out as much of the rich tobacco smoke as the wolf on top of her, who produced another massive cigar from somewhere and lit it, chomping it between her teeth as she smirked down at the contestant. Abella's breathing and inhalation only increased when the wolf's claws scratched down her sides, forced open her thighs, and pumped her thick lupine stalk right up to the knot.

Abella hadn't noticed how wet and needy her small, tight mouse pussy was until she felt the powerful wolf's arousal spread her open. She moaned, smoke flooding through the clenched fingers of the wolf's paw around her muzzle as Abella's eyes rolled into the back of her head.

The sudden and unexpected filling, and the inability to open her muzzle, caused the mousegirl to thrash with pleasure. Her tight, silky pussy, already wet from the previous challenges, easily accepted the overly large wolfcock despite the harrowing bulge it formed in the field mouse's tiny stomach. The effects of the Tobacconist's cigar went to work as the mouse's light, delicate gray fur darkened and lengthened. She huffed, chest shoving outwards, as her flat chest filled out, visibly distending outwards. Her fur, longer and darker than before, rippled and splayed as her body continued to change. The mouse's muzzle lengthened, making it easier to take deeper and longer draws on the transformative cigar, while the bulge in her belly flattened somewhat as her whole-body growth shoved outwards and stretched her pelt, soon nearly matching the huge wolfess in terms of mass. Her non-existent muscles came into being quickly, fleshing out and bulking up her petite body as she now stretched more than six feet tall. The bald tail protruding from her widening hips flapped against the treadmill as she came around the invading wolfcock, eyes widening as her fur turned black. Her breasts kept growing, swelling with every deep and greedy suckle on the cigar clamped into her stretching muzzle, as the Tobacconist's fingers reached between their bodies and tugged the mouse's new, thick maleness into view.

The rough and deep thrusting kept going until Abella's body was no longer recognizable. A field mouse to start, she now resembled an enormous and muscular black rat. She wriggled happily against the wolf as the Tobacconist's eyes closed. Her hips shivered as her knot came out, plunging up against the rat's tight and warm feminine slit, but not shoving in all the way. The treadmill was still moving, and she wouldn't have time to knot the groaning new cigarbitch beneath her before they'd reach the Pit.

That didn't stop the dominant wolfess from showing her new pet a thing or two about how to treat nicotine sluts. The wolf's claws grabbed at Abella's new body, keeping her close and tight as she filled the former mouse with hot wolf seed, then pulled free with a twitch, making the rat's voice gasp and keen with pleasure. Tweaking the contestant's now fully exposed, far larger nipples, the Tobacconist got to her feet and stretched, arms and legs going in every direction as her cock drizzled spooge down onto the panting ratgirl beneath her.

"Thanks for the fun, but you better get back onto your feet if you don't want to end up in the Pit," she growled, plucking her cigar from her teeth so she could talk. The wolfess smiled as she watched the dazed black rat sit up and run her hands over her breasts, shuddering at how sensitive her aching nipples felt now. Not to mention the very unfeminine black shaft flopped against her muscular thighs. "I'll see you later, Abella."

The rat groaned, the implicit threat in the tone of her name making clear the Tobacconist would keep her promise. The huge wolf disappeared into a door in the side of the bleachers running along the treadmill.

||||| Abella rolled a 1d20. 28 yards remain to the Pit.

Struggling to her feet, the dripping, cum-drenched, fully naked black rat kicked at the scraps of couture still falling from her shoulders. Those prissy red bows were not her style any longer. Grinning lustily, the black rat, now over seven feet tall and four hundred pounds of solid cigarbitch, popped her smoke back in her muzzle and eyed the curtain at the end of the stage, no longer fearing a trip to the BDSM dungeon through the portal at the end of the treadmill. The Tobacconist, for her part, exited the treadmill through a hidden door in the side of the bleachers under the audience before going through the portal to the dungeon herself.

"Bring it on!" she grunted, her new and masculine voice echoing through the stadium.

Vivian flew her platform over to the section where the mouse girl originally sat at the beginning of the show, looking for the other, dark gray mouse who was presumably her boyfriend. Finding him, the wolftaur grinned and leaned down into the platform, shoving her undercarriage flat to the happiness of the people mere feet below, and stretched out her arm with her paw.

"Anything you wanna say to Abella right now?" she asked the shell-shocked boyfriend, whose eyes kept dipping down to the fat new cock hanging from the formerly petite fieldmouse's wide hips.

"B... bal... ballls!"

"There you have it!" Vivian said, her voice a purr as she lifted off higher and swooped back towards the treadmill. "Next challenge!"

||||| Abella rolled a 1d32 for the challenge: 1.

There was no noise at first, then a series of clicks and whistles which increased in volume exponentially as more and voices could be heard from backstage, a cacophony of moans and gurgles and squeaks that turned into a roar of sound, drowning out even the wolftaur as she tried to announce the name of the challenge over the din:

"It's the Otter Invasion!"

Dozens of otter stagehands spilled out of the curtains, close to a hundred of them. From under four feet to over six, they came in a variety of body shapes and sizes, but each and every one - even the women - wore a frenzied look of lust and sported a thick and prominent male cock, fully aroused and dripping.

"We've been edging these guys for almost six hours to get them ready," Vivian shouted over the noise of the thrusting, humping, rolling, sucking non-stop orgy rolling down the treadmill towards the grinning black rat stroking her thick cock with anticipation. "And they've all been trained to go after contestants!"

|||| Abella rolled a 1d20: 3 (Fail)

The massive and muscular 400-pound black rat licked her lips and took one last drag on the stub of her cigar, which depleted incredibly quickly thanks to the rapid-fire puffing early. She tossed it over her shoulder, stretched her huge and powerful arms to the sides, widened her stance, and shook her hips at the approaching horde of lusty, thrusting otters. She didn't even bother trying to dodge as the wave of brown-furred pelts washed across her. She closed her eyes as she felt paws immediately grabbing everything. Hips jabbed at her muzzle, pumping a thick pink otterdick past her lips as one jumped up and wrapped his whole body around her face. Muzzles and paws groped at her hips, stroking and suckling her enormous black cock while even more paws and muzzles squeezed behind, under her tail, cleaning her dripping pussy and teasing her tight tail hole. A pair of otters got a ball each in their bulging cheeks as more attached themselves to her nipples. The ones that couldn't get close enough to the muscular ratgirl satisfied themselves on the otters in front of them, until the huge and muscular Abella disappeared entirely and willingly under a sea of slinky and slick otterflesh.

||||| Abella rolled 2d10: 12. 16 yards to the Pit.

The heaving, squirming, jizzing mass of edged ottered shoved the powerful ratgirl backwards despite her flexing thighs and heavy body. Even she, at four hundred pounds of solid, muscular cigarbitch, couldn't last against the nonstop flood of otters lustfully attacking her. She was forced back and back as ropes of otter seed splattered every part of her body, a group bukkake that turned into a thunderstorm as her long and lewd moans echoed out from the pile. Especially massive ropes of rat-seed added to the mess as, one by one, the exhausted and spent otters dropped away. While many were pulled off the treadmill before the pit by stage crew, more than a few tumbled in through the portal to the delight of the doms on the other side.

Eventually, it was just Abella and three or four particularly tough and long-lasting males, each with webbed paws stroking and teasing and jerking the orgasming ratgirl until she dropped to her knees, balls quivering, cock jerking, shooting load after load of seed across the treadmill as the drone cameras zoomed in on her face, capturing the curled lip, the haughty sneer, the basking glow of lust as shoved her hips forward, driving her thickness to the base in one of the otter's hungry muzzles. Eventually, though, she remembered the show, and despite losing a large amount of ground, she still had a little bit of wiggle room before her run would end. High above, as the last otter was pulled off the stage smeared in ratgirl jizz, Vivian slowed her platform and floated in close, grinning.

"Impressive!" she said, wagging her wide tail as she sat on her hindquarters, panting a bit as her massive red cock stuck out between her forelegs and hung over the end of her platform. "Thought you'd go off the end after that one!"

"I'm not so easy to take down," the ratgirl grunted, her deep and masculine voice booming out. "And by the way, Terrence, tonight I'm on top!"

In the audience, the dark gray mouse boyfriend shrunk into his seat.

"There's no time for taunting our significant others now," Vivian said. "Here's your next challenge!"

||||| Abella rolled a 1d32 for the challenge: 20.

The screens above the game stage went black, then flashed a violent bright red warning. Sirens went off and lights flashed as an enormous rumbling groan echoed through the entire auditorium, reverberating from behind the shifting curtains. Even the now large and in-charge Abella cocked her wide ears, a nervous look crossing her face as Vivian's hover-platform rose a dozen extra feet in the air for safety's sake.

"Watch your backsides, because it's time for-"

Vivian's words ended as the curtains blew apart. A muscular golden streak exploded out of the background, dragging a chain of several dozen otter stage crew behind her. They vainly attempted to hold back the 12-foot-tall musclecougar, but there was no way to stop the enormous feline from bolting straight for the shocked black rat.

"It's the Eeeeeee-Seeeeeeeee-Efffffff!"

Breasts as large as tractor tires and twice as thick bounced off enormously muscular thighs, completely hiding Maloo's powerful, rippling abdominals. The underswells of the enormous bosoms also bounced off the top and sides of her incredibly hard, dripping, spurting shaft, easily six feet thick and twice that long, as tall as the ECF herself. Her thighs and arms made the 400-pound ratgirl look spindly as she charged down the treadmill tail streaming behind with wailing stage crew clinging on for dear life to ropes meant to slow down the cougar long enough for the cameras to get a good shot of her incredible arousal.

||||| Abella rolled a 1d20: 14 (Soft Pass)

Abella tried to turn and fling her muscular new body to the side, trying not to lose any precious ground to the treadmill, but the cougar's insanely powerful body could more than accelerate in time to change course. The huge mass of muscular kittyflesh tumbled into the black rat, wrapping her up in massive arms and stuffing her between the incredibly firm and heavy breasts. Each orb jutted out from the cougar's insane pectorals farther than the rat was wide.

"We've been keeping Maloo pent up for a while now to get her ready," Vivian said, watching from above - and safely out of the cougar's reach - as the contestant's black-furred ears disappeared into deep and velvet-furred cleavage. "Those otters you got earlier? We prepped 'em for about six hours."

The platform dropped just slightly closer as the ECF let out a roar of triumph and humped her massive cock forward, frotting the incredible member across the ratgirl's struggling body. The weight of the thing was so much, the warm and musky flesh pinned her down despite her transformed body's incredible new strength.

"We've been working on Maloo since last weekend, thanks to some fancy new SynTech chems! Thanks for the tip, Jiji!"

The cougar's eyes closed tight as the first upwellings of highly potent cougar jizz launched from her tip. Both fat, hard nipples at the end of her swollen breasts, each bigger than Abella's head, spilled drizzles of kittycream as the otters trying to wrangle her ended up pinned beneath her truck-sized sac or twenty-yard tail. One small otter, in particular, wriggled deeper under the thick white nutfur until he was completely enveloped. Whatever chemicals they'd been hopping the cougar up on, they worked. Abella gurgled as gallons of spooge dumped over her head, more in one shot than the dozens of otters from the previous challenge all put together. The cougar's claws gripped the rat tight as her hips drove forward, sliding and rubbing desperately for whatever stimulation she could get as the cumulative effects of her week of edging bore fruit.

Ribbons of thick feline jizz splattered the audience on all sides, even smacking across the underside of Vivian's floating platform. The wolftaur's cock jerked, fully aroused at the sight of the incredibly huge, muscular feline mounting and frotting the much smaller ratgirl. She growled and pawed at her tip with a foreleg as she watched the scene continue.

Another huge blast of jizz struck the rat's jaw and breasts with enough force to slide her slick body, soaked in seed, straight out from under the musclecougar. Maloo barely noticed, too far gone in her unending orgasmic bliss to chase the ratgirl, especially when the five or six otter stage crew pinned beneath her would serve just as well. Abella moaned, fully aroused again, and tried to wipe thick cougarspooge out of her fur as she carefully navigated past the muscular feline and her frenzied tail, while the gurgling squeaks of the otters replaced her moans from previously.

||||| Abella rolled 2d12: 19. 0 yards to the Pit.

Abella thought she was free and clear as she paced up the treadmill. The cougar slid on past with a noise similar to the squeal of wet plastic, basting the otters in fresh spurts of seed (and occasionally the audience). She was already looking up at the host, waiting for the next challenge, when something warm and fuzzy wrapped around her ankles.

"Look out, folks, this could be it!" Vivian cried out, tail flicking and wagging with eagerness. "Oooh, there she goes!"

The ratgirl's jaw hit the treadmill, dazing her, as her legs were pulled out from under her. The ECF's head lifted, turning, a moment of clarity in her lustful eyes as she dragged the rat down the treadmill with her by using her massive tail. Maloo grinned all the way down to the edge of the Pit at the very end of the treadmill, but as she reached it, she merely stretched out an arm and pulled herself across and up, along with the otters still clinging to her enormously full sac and tits.

Abella, however, did not cross the Pit. Maloo purred as she came, huge cock blasting the ratgirl in the face before dropping her down. The muscular ratgirl gasped as she fell, watching the rectangle of light recede as the cool and clammy atmosphere of the bondage dungeon reached her. The cameras filmed through the opening as she hit the ground with a thud a dozen feet below and sprawled onto her backside.

"New meat!" cried the doms, descending on the contestant. Abella's arms and legs flexed, but before she could do anything about it, she was trussed up and bound like a birthday ham. The ratgirl's muscular belly shook beneath her full, heavy breasts as she grunted and squirmed.

Leather-bound doms prodded the ratgirl with riding crops and dildoes while one wrapped a specialized ball gag with a cigar holder on the front around her head, then lit the fresh cigar. She struggled, squirming desperately as one of the doms applied some clothespins to her nipples. The ratgirl's muscles flexed against the restraints as one more dom appeared, a familiar looking black wolf in a highly inadequate black leather bra and leather stiletto boots. The Tobacconist grinned, thickness swinging between her legs, as she puffed a cigar and approached the grunting, fully aroused Abella. High overhead, Vivian waved from her platform above the Pit, grinning as the doors slowly closed...

"Well, that was a fun way to kick off the show!" the wolftaur said, lurching to her feet and flying platform in a tight circle over the audience, raining down her own pre-cum from her hard, hyper-sized knotted shaft stretching from her hind legs to past her forelegs. "And as soon as we return from these messages, we'll be back to play another round of... Balls to the Wall!"

During the commercial break, a live picture-in-picture view showed the muscular black ratgirl stretched out, tied up, arms over her head and legs spread wide, while half a dozen doms of various sizes and species teased and tormented her muscular body with all sorts of toys. Her cock flexed, dripping constantly, though unable to cum thanks to a leather strap wrapped around the base of her maleness several times. She huffed through the gag, smoke pouring from her nostrils as thick cocks slid across her cheeks and nipples. On the main part of the screen, advertisements for SynTech's products and services played.

||||| Score: 34

* * *

CONTESTANT No. 2: MALIBU

After a short intermission and cleaning of the stands, audience members made their way back to their seats. In the hyper section at the back, a fifteen foot tall dragoness with a thick and curvy shape squeezed past several other large members, as well as people in the seats. The wolftaur hosting the show already had a fan club, it seemed, since the dragoness wore an oversized t-shirt that nonetheless stretched and distorted the picture of Vivian's smiling face and the words "She's Boo-tiful!" underneath across the enormous, hypersized swells of the dragoness's plump chest. As the lights in the stadium rose, the dragoness rose to her feet with the rest of the crowd, jiggling and bouncing as she cheered for the wolftaur emerging on her floating platform from the wall at the other end of the enormous treadmill.

Vivian floated over the audience, wiggling her rear quarters so that the enormous and by now heavily swollen balls flattening against the clear platform squeezed more firmly for the viewing pleasure of her fans. Spotting the dragoness, the wolftaur flicked an ear, directing a drone camera to fly over and record the moment in posterity, showing the cheering 15-foot-tall hyper-sized dragon on the big screens, capturing every jiggle in fine detail.

"If you like the shirt, you should see the panties!" the blue dragoness shouted.

Vivian's tail wagged frantically above her hindquarters as she grinned, cocking an ear and lifting the microphone to her muzzle.

"Welcome back to Balls to the Wall!" she cried above the applause and cheers. "We're getting right into it with our next contestant... Malibu!"

The drone cameras and spotlights flashed the audience, looking for movement, and found it on the far side of the horseshoe stands. Amidst a sea of "Hypers do it in the PIT!" pennants waved by other members of the audience, a seven-foot-tall cougarfoxtaur with a lush coat of ruddy orange-brown fur on top and fluffy white below picked up her paws, both arms raised in the air as she stepped around and through the rows of knees and legs towards the railing.

Hovering close on her platform, Vivian grinned at the contestant and offered a paw, helping the other taur step up over the first row of bleachers and onto the transparent surface with her. The cougarfoxtaur's chest wobbled as her long and lean legs stretched for purchase. Between her hind legs, which had to stretch around the girth of the enormous four-foot-wide testicles coated in thick white fuzz, several audience members' heads disappeared amidst the swollen orbs. They dragged forward, leaving half a dozen people coated in musk, before her long and flicking tox-like tail followed up. The black tip snapped in the air as she leaned forward and stepped onto the platform, grinning as she found herself in fairly cramped conditions on the platform with the other taur.

Drone cameras hovered close by as the two taurs stood side-by-side. Their sideboobs squeezed together as Vivian's large tail brushed across the cougarfoxtaur's flanks. Beneath their long underbodies, the swollen sacs of both enormous taurs jostled for space amongst their hind legs, leading a few gasps and groans as the host playfully squeezed in closer, draping an arm around the cougarfoxtaur's shoulders as she leaned in.

"Welcome to the show, Malibu!" Vivian said. "What do you think of the game so far?"

"It looks exciting!" Malibu said. Her pink tongue ran around the black lips of her slender vulpine muzzle, running past the black feline markings on either side. "I can't wait to play!"

On cue, several feet of thick red maleness spilled from the oversized taur's sheath below, while the bumps formed by her taut nipples stretched out even more tautly against her shirt, which was pulled down by the weight of her orbs, keeping the vast majority of her generous cleavage on full display. The thick red shaft lifted up and bounced along the underside of her fuzzy taurbody as the pointed vulpine tip flexed forward, revealing the rows of fleshy feline barbs ringing the length below the crown.

The transparent platform hovered across the treadmill towards the green player staging area, detouring over the rows of bleacher seating to allow everyone a good upwards view of both hyper-hung taurs squeezing and flattening out against the see-through bottom, before docking and letting the other taur amble off with a generous amount of sliding alongside each other as they went.

"The game begins when you step onto the platform," the wolftaur said, her voice a breathy rumble as her thick maleness throbbed, the tip leaking copiously from between her forelegs as her eyes narrowed on the other taur's impressive rack from above again. "The game ends when you go in the Pit... good luck!"

Malibu grinned, brushing the long blonde hair that fell from around her ears down to the juncture of her upper and lower halves out of the way of her eyes. Her ears flicked through the holes made in a trucker hat securely attached around her head, as the long taur's lower half shifted, massive sac dragging back and forth across the green staging area platform with anticipation. She stepped forward onto the slowly moving treadmill and turned her body, facing towards the curtain, and though she tried to keep a low profile, the constant sensation of the smooth treadmill sliding and rubbing along the flat undersides of her enormous sac proved a distraction, to say the least, though the drone camera hovering near the taur's ankles got an excellent shot of her enormous vulpine shaft stretching forward, soon bouncing up and down between her forelegs as the knot, nearly as thick as her own taurhips, gradually inflated inside the white-fuzzed sheath. A tendril of musky, clear pre-cum seeped from the tip and rolled down the bulging urethra as the taur's fingers hooked into the neckline of her distended shirt, pulling it flat and smooth across her epic bosoms.

"Well, it looks like our contestant is primed and ready to play," Vivian said, eyes staring at the giant screens hanging above the stadium showing the girth of Malibu's arousal. "Uh... mmff... anyways, here's the first challenge!"

||||| Malibu rolled a 1d33 for the challenge: 29

A thunderous, booming roar echoed from the backstage area behind the curtain, then another. A symphony of powerful, lustful, growling roars that caused the hackles on the back of Malibu's neck to stand on end. Vivian's platform zoomed upwards and away, towards the back where she settled in a few feet above the hyper section, giving the cute blue dragoness an excellent close up of her smooshed sac and belly and sheath as she stretched out on the platform to watch.

The roars built into a crescendo. Malibu's black-socked forelegs tapped against the treadmill as she walked slowly forward, ears back. The show wouldn't make her face anything obviously dangerous, right? It was all just fun and games - there was no actual danger, she was sure. Though she did have to sign a lot of different waivers and, truth be told, she didn't exactly read them. Her long and fluffy tail swept down between her hind legs, curling over the immense weight of her sac as she padded forward with soft, hesitant steps, all while the roaring and thrashing increased in volume, until the whole stadium trembled with the bass voices. On the screens above the stadium, the words "HERE BE DRAGONS" flashed in bright red warning letters.

The curtains rustled outwards. Malibu paused, freezing in place. Her ears flattened again as she stared, ready for the monsters that could emerge - she could only imagine what sort of huge, incredible beasts could make so much noise, generate so much power as to cause the very earth to tremble at their presence...

Seven of the twinkiest dragons she ever saw in her life tumbled out from the curtain. They were identical in size and shape: narrow shoulders, smooth chest, fine scales, and fat hips sporting large and plump tushes. Tails as thick as their own hips at the base tapered off behind them, flexible and whiplike at the tips. Fat balls squeezed in against the bases of their arousals, each of which was slightly larger and thicker than their own wrists. Though their shapes were all the same, each dragon was a different hue of the rainbow - scales, eye color, even the color of their arousals and, when one turned around, the undersides of their tails.

"Cock?" the purple dragon moaned, paws running down his body and scratching his chest with his claws.

"Cock!" another dragon, the blue, replied.

All seven heads turned in sync, focusing on the cougarfoxtaur still padding silently towards them. Malibu's muzzle was open in shock as the seven dragons all opened their muzzles, filling the stadium with a thunderous roar once more.

"COOOOOOOOOOCK!"

||||| Malibu rolled a 1d20: 3 (-1 height over 6 ft) = 2 (Fail)

Malibu didn't have a chance, not against all seven of the slinky, soft, plump dragonbois. Their rainbow colors ran straight for her, charging and circling like a pack of wolves hunting prey. The cougarfoxtaur turned, looking at the red one, then the orange one, only to feel the green one darting in to grab at her immense cock and shaft. Emboldened, they pressed closer, and though she tried to dodge and swat at them, the lusty roaring femboys quickly overpowered the large taur.

The orange one ended up beneath her sac, grinding against her massive balls and the rolling treadmill at the same time. His arms and legs wrapped around her sac, pulling it down hard, making her muzzle open and gasp to fly past her plump lips. Her cock twitched, splattering the yellow dragon's chest and face with pre-cum as the purple and blue boys dove beneath her, each getting on one side of her flexing cock and holding on tight as they rubbed up and down. Malibu's knees - all four them - trembled as their feet shoved down into her sheath, grinding at her inflating knot and sending all the best signals up her long spine.

The indigo and green dragons clawed at the cougarfoxtaur's breasts, jostling and groping before they could get their muzzles clamped around her massive nipples. Malibu's cries rocketed through the stadium as she pumped her hindquarters, unable to stop the need to thrust and flex her aching arousal. Somehow, she managed to keep walking forward, though she was slowly losing ground as the red dragon's body appeared between her forelegs. His arms wrapped around her ankles, making her have to pick him up and carry him with her with each step forward. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as she felt his tail wrap around the tip of her massive, pointed vulpine cock and guide it to the soft, tight entrance to his rump.

Malibu tried to knock the femboys off. If she could just get past them, they wouldn't be allowed to keep doing all the deliciously good things they were doing to her. Her cock would ache like crazy and she didn't like the idea of blue balling herself, but there was no option if she wanted to keep going in the game. It wasn't like it'd be hard to reach down, grab the red dragon, who probably didn't weigh all that much despite his fat and round rump, and simply toss him behind her on the escala-

Teeth bared, Malibu's eyes widened and her hips shoved forward. A roar of thunderous pleasure echoed from beneath her massive breasts as she felt the dragon's hips open to her oversized foxcock. Instinct kicked in, driving her to plunge forward to the femboy dragon's great pleasure, bulging his belly as her knot shifted and stretched out of her sheath, shivering in the air as two more of the rainbow bottoms massaged it with their feet and hands. The red dragon's stomach surged, stretching, showing the outline of her massive erection flex him forward past her forelegs, only to drag him back again.

She was losing more ground now, but she didn't care. Her aching nipples felt even better once she got her paws wrapped around the two dragons suckling, pushing them even deeper into her plush, hyper-sized tits. Her balls roiled, churning, taut and full and aching as the dragon clinging to them wriggled and shoved, clenching and groping until her hind legs pumped her whole upper body forward, making her breasts jiggle against and around the two dragons in front.

The male between her forelegs closed his eyes, cheeks bulging as thick white seed sprayed from his nostrils and leaked from his lips. His huge belly inflated, larger and fatter and fuller, until she could feel him squeezing around her forelegs like her huge sac did to her back legs. A wet "pop!" echoed as the dragon was forced off the tip of her flexing cock, sending him skidding down the treadmill towards the Pit. Quick as a flash, the dragons moved, switching positions, working the green one down over her flexing cock until he too was popped off with the force and power of her orgasm. Malibu's muscles rippled beneath her dense and lush pelt as she thrust into each and every one of the seven, unable to resist their inviting, plush, warm, and tight rumps. Even the final one, the purple dragon boy, got a bellyful of seed before being sent sloshing down the treadmill to join the rest. It helped that her constant walking motions made sure to move and wriggle her cock nice and deep into the flexing and grunting and wailing dragonboys.

Malibu panted hard, cock aching and still fully hard as she padded along the treadmill, checking beneath her massive nuts to make sure she hadn't missed any of the cute, big-hipped boys.

"Well, that was impressive!" Vivian's voice rang out as the awestruck audience applauded the systematic way with which the tall cougarfoxtaur dealt with her first challenge. "You may have lost a bit of distance, but those seven aren't going to forget this soon!"

As otter stage crew dragged the moaning, quietly roaring, sloshing dragons down beneath the back bleachers off-stage, the wolftaur host flew over, admiring the thick streams of white jizz still pulsing from the productive contestant's nethers.

||||| Malibu rolled a 1d20: 9 - 41 yards to the Pit remain.

"Good job handling the first challenge, Malibu," Vivian said, floating in closer to the slowly moving cougarfoxtaur. "Let's see how you deal with this!"

||||| Malibu rolled a 1d33: 18

The taur turned to face the curtain, wondering what sort of challenge would arrive through the curtains at any moment. Her ears flicked forward and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. They didn't give a big girl much time to cool off after thoroughly wrecking seven sexy dragons.

A series of mutters, then a rumbling of excitement, and finally all out cheering rose in volume from behind the taur. Swinging her underbody around, Malibu flicked her tail as she checked out the commotion, then immediately tried to backpedal, despite the way the treadmill sped up to make sure she didn't gain any ground.

Three enormous taurs, each easily thirty feet long, appeared at the top of the stands. The crowds had to slide to the sides as the huge beasts - a wolf, a lion, and a stallion - rolled over onto their backs, shoulders and heads pointed towards the bottom of the bleachers, and twisted their incredibly large bodies around so that they slid down the bleacher seats on their backs with their legs up in the air - all of their legs.

As one section after another their bodies made it over the seats, the crowd's excitement intensified. These weren't just taurs, but multitaurs. Four sets of legs stretched down the stallion's chestnut hide, each one packed to the brim with a massive, eight-foot-long fully aroused horsecock.

The lion squirmed on his back, his large mane cushioning his head, as he adjusted his lower half, arranging his three sets of legs and three matching cannons to aim towards the treadmill. The last multitaur, the wolf, had a whopping sixteen sets of legs, a pair every two or three feet, with the same number of knotty shafts protruding past the sea of upturned, wiggling toes. High above, the screens showed the words "HOWITZTAURS" in bright red letters.

The audience, squeezed to either side of the taurs, pushed back in as the huge creatures encouraged them to help "aim" their cannons. There were more than enough volunteers for even the largest of the three, the stallion, and within moments, a series of huge blasts of seed rocketed towards the taur on the stage.

"Better be careful!" Vivian said tauntingly from above, high out of the way of the sprays of musky spooge. "One hit of that and you're likely to leave here with more legs than you started with!"

||||| Malibu rolled a 1d20: 14 (Soft Pass)

Despite the size and weight of her enormous arousal, sac, and chest, Malibu proved surprisingly adept on her paws. Her lean legs sprung her hips to the side, swiveling and pivoting as arcs of thick spooge shot dozens of feet across the stadium, splattering down all around her as she tried not to lose her balance, slip, or touch any of the transformational spooge, if what Vivian said earlier was anything to go by.

In the bleachers, one of the audience members massaging one of the wolf's many sets of balls decided the risk was worth it: the tiger stuck his head straight into the oncoming blast of jizz, gargling it down before being sent flying backwards. His body started changing before he tumbled into the audience, sprouting two pairs of legs in addition to his original. The hexataur's twin cocks surged outwards, the rapid transformation astonishing the nearby crowd of onlookers as the tiger's body shook with double the need and size he possessed before.

Malibu saw the commotion and, distracted, failed to dodge a good-sized splatter of goo directed her way by one of the horsetaur's handlers in the crowd. It splattered across her long backside, drenching and soaking into her pelt...

|||| Malibu rolled a 1d4: 3

"Oh, that's not... ha... hoooooo... oooh, wow... nnnffff!"

Malibu's body tensed as her long underbody shivered. She cried out, gasping, as bulges formed along her sides. Her pelt stretched, shifting as a second rib cage formed, splitting off from the first as the bulges dropped lower, filling out and flicking, becoming another pair of legs. And then it happened again. And gain.

Malibu's original fore and hindlegs barely worked, struggling to carry her along the treadmill as she felt the three new pairs of limbs forming, stretching and growing with incredible speed. She panted hard as three matching arousals blossomed - a sheath and sac to match her original pair in every way dropped low, hanging heavy between the five sets of legs. Four enormous vulpine cocks featuring fleshy feline barbs under the tip down the halfway point, thick and pointed, knotted, massive, absolute rumpwreckers - four of them! Not to mention the four equally wet, needy feminine sexes behind each titanic pair of testicles. Malibu's mind blanked for a little while as the multitaurs wrapped up their cannonade from the crowd, leaving Malibu, the tiger, and several other audience members amplified in the limb count. One or two people even hitched a lift with the multitaurs, deciding going with the huge creatures would be more fun than watching the rest of the show.

Malibu's breathing caused her upper torso to vibrate. She stumbled forward, trying to get the timing of ten different legs down, losing quite a bit of ground before she found a rhythm that not only kept her balance, but allowed her to move while swinging four hyper-sized foxcocks. Her long lower body undulated at each join as she stretched away from her upper torso like a train pulling so many cars.

|||| Malibu rolled a 1d6: 2 (x 5 sets of legs) - 31 yards remain to the Pit.

Having a lower body suddenly four times as long as she originally had was disconcerting, though Malibu couldn't argue that the effects of having four independently orgasmic hybrid vulpine-feline monster cocks swinging around beneath her wasn't worth it. Still, she was losing ground at a rapid pace, and as Vivian flew up over head, smirking down at the transformed multitaur, Malibu began to worry about what would feature in her Pit.

As if reading her mind, the host announced that it was time for the doors to open.

||||| Malibu rolled a 1d15: 1

As soon as the huge steel doors retracted an inch, the first few red and pink tentacles snaked their way out, plastering and grasping around the edges. A viscous, richly scented scent filled the air, like flowers and honey, as a gooey sap dripped from the bulbous tips of the wiggling, waving tentacles. The screens above blinked in blaring red letters "The Tentacle Pit."

As the doors fully receded, the scope of the Pit became clear. Fat tentacles as thick around as coffee cans surged upwards, stretching more than five feet past the lip of the Pit. They slapped against the walls and floor and treadmill, anywhere they could reach.

"These little beauts are a real treat!" Vivian announced, hovering her platform near - but not directly over - the grasping tentacle plants. "They're on loan from the SynTech Consumer Sciences division. Apparently, these are prototypes that you at home will be able to purchase for yourself in the near future!"

A simple red metal railing was all that separated the audience from the treadmill - and the Pits. The tiger who'd taken the blast to the face from the Howitztaurs earlier stumbled forward, nostrils flaring as he got too caught up in the delicious scent of the tentacle plants to realize his multi-part hindquarters tipped up and up and up, unbalanced by the slope of the bleachers. With a cry, the feline multitaur fell straight down into the pit, torso-first. The vines reacted instantly, wrapping the multitaur up and immobilizing him as it dragged him down below the opening. Vines stuffed into his muzzle, up his nostrils, in his ears and every other opening they could find, flooding his body with the thick and musky sap - even grinding down his multiple arousals to fill his huge balls with sap.

"These are special tentacles that have been bred to need to transfer their sap to reproduce," the host said, watching on the screens along with everyone else as the tiger's massive cannons fired off around the invading tentacles. More and more looped around his body as he sunk deeper. "Of course, these are all males of the species, so they spread their sap by any and every means they can. Really, they can be quite... relentless. Though I'm told their sap is a natural aphrodisiac..."

The tiger's bulging throat and face sunk below the surface of the vines, completely enveloped as he was dragged deeper and deeper out of sight, though judging from the high-pitched squeals and grunts and moans from his distended throat, he was having quite a good time getting dragged under by the large pink and red vines.

"Hmm... we'll need quite a few otters to get him out later," Vivian grunted. "Well, then - please don't lean over the railings, yeah?"

The last was directed at the audience, several of whom sheepishly leaned back and away from the intoxicating Tentacle Pit.

"Now, then, Malibu... it's back to you and your third challenge!"

|||| Malibu rolled a 1d33 for the challenge: 11

The screens above the stadium flashed "GOOZOOKA" in neon red letters. The curtain shifted, no delay or build-up this time, as a dripping red fox stepped out from behind it. The fox was strange - his body looked almost normal, but looking longer, the more was wrong with him. His eyes were slightly off-kilter and his skin melted rather than shifted. He also sparkled a deep ruby red color rather than appear to have fur. In fact, that was made all the more clear when he stepped forward and his lower foot splotched and stretched, reforming on the fly as it jiggled through the air. His goo formed the curves of muscles around his chest and belly, as well as a thick and powerful darker red arousal, but he could have assumed any form he wished, being made entirely of sentient goo.

"Meet the Goofox!" Vivian said, flying her hovering platform down around the large, dripping vulpine. "He'll have you melting for him if you're not careful!"

A thick tube ran from the naked vulpine's shoulder to a shoulder-mounted bazooka-like weapon. Without warning, the fox turned, aimed, and fired a glob of sparkling, ruby-red goo harvested straight from his own body and pumped through the gun as ammo.

||||| Malibu rolled a 1d20: 7 (Soft Pass)

The cougarfoxmultitaur's body twisted, able to just drop enough to dodge the first bowling ball-sized glob of goo. It sailed past her on a rising course, straight at a slim green dragon on the end of the bleachers. It splattered his face, coating his head and knocking him back as his body began to change, turning gooey and sticky, melting down as the Goofox's nanites transformed the lucky audience member into another living, sentient pile of stickiness.

"Woops! Ha! Watch the aim there, Goofox!" Vivian said, flying over to watch as the green dragon's body reformed from sparkling emerald taffy-like muck on the bleachers. In just a few moments, the dragon was back, looking mostly the same as before - except for the dripping globs of goo melding back into his body here and there. He raised his arms, shouting and encouraging Malibu on.

Malibu wasn't sure how many shots the Goofox would get. She narrowed her eyes, tail twisting as she tried to figure out how to present the smallest target with the size of her long, long, long, long, long taur underbody. The first couple missed left and right, but the third came uncomfortably close. Malibu was already multi-taured - being goo might be fun, but she'd rather get used to one form first before trying out another.

"Looks like the Goofox is almost out of ammo!" Vivian said from above. The wolftaur's wide back end wiggled as she watched the lurching, dancing, jumping multi-taur below. "Almost there, Malibu!"

The Goofox's belly sucked in. His abs flattened as he shrunk all around, each shot using up a part of his nanites. The treadmill carried him down the line as he kept firing, while Malibu just managed to avoid the shots while not losing too much ground to the gooey attacker.

As soon as the Goofox passed Malibu's last set of legs, he stopped firing. The vulpine's head nodded respectfully towards the cougarfoxtaur, and then he disappeared into a door built into the bleachers before the treadmill could topple him into the pit.

"What a smooth operator!" Vivian announced. "The Goofox, ladies and gentlemen, though I have to say, his aim is fairly poor..."

But his aim was good enough for Malibu to lose some ground...

||||| Malibu rolled a 2d8: 9 (22 yards remain to the Pit)

"There's no resting now, Malibu... time for your next challenge!"

||||| Malibu rolled a 1d33 for the challenge: 10

After a moment, the curtains shifted, but it wasn't a person that came through. It was something white and square, with mortar in-between the tiles forming the surface. More and more kept appearing on the treadmill, and soon it became clear that they were the walls of a shower facility stretching from one side of the treadmill to the other.

Inside, a dozen or so large, muscular males wearing Predmore State University jerseys chatted and laughed around a bank of lockers, stripping quickly and getting into the showers as their dialogue about "winning the big game" and "scoring some good pussy" and "getting drunk and fuckin' all night" continued. Malibu, she realized, would have no choice but to go through the impromptu showers to get to the other end and not be pushed right into the pit. Hot steam billowed from the makeshift showers as the muscular jocks - otters, wolves, stallions, and more - soaped up and prepared for the cougarfoxtaur's arrival further down the treadmill.

On the screen overhead, the words "SOCCER TEAM" appeared in red letters.

|||| Maloo rolled a 1d20: 6 (minus a bunch for being over 6 ft) = 1 (Fail)

As soon as Malibu stepped into the showers with her foreleg, the entire soccer team - the starting eleven and the subs - dropped what they were doing and rushed forward. A few of the defenders slide tackled the taur, knocking her forward body off balance and bringing her down. Above, Vivian pulled out a yellow card and blew a whistle.

The forward jumped on top while the midfielders cleared the way around the sides, passing her enormous hybrid shafts back and forth underneath her. To her credit, Malibu fought back as best she could by continuing to move forward, using her newly grown pairs of legs to slide across the wet, soapy tiles towards the other side.

"Better call in the second stringers!" Vivian said from above, watching as another several dozen hardbodied young Predmore State athletes bum-rushed the cougarfoxtaur. "And the third string!"

The weight of all those muscular college students grinding and groping and squeezing and riding her segmented tauric form from her upper torso to her tail sent rockets of pleasure rippling all the way through Malibu's 30-foot-plus body. Before she could stop herself, she was flopping onto her side and rolling onto her back much like she'd seen the Howitztaurs do it earlier. Hard pecs, meaty abs, and eager muzzles, along with the constant sprays of a dozen showerheads filling the room with steam, broke Malibu's fragile mind. The multitaur's thicknesses quivered, firing off, as the jocks just kept arriving.

"Oh, look! I didn't know Predmore had a badminton team," Vivian said. The host's hindquarters shivered, slowly dragging her thick arousal back and forth across the clear platform, occasionally sending drips and surges of thick white seed over the edge to splatter down on the treadmill or, more and more frequently, any cute audience members the taurhost happened to float past.

As horny young jocks continued to swarm the stretched out cougarfoxtaur and her four enormous arousals, Malibu's grrfs and growls of pleasure were muffled by thick arousal pushing around her face and head. Half a dozen of Predmore's finest molested Malibu's enormous chest, doing even more work than the twink dragons earlier to get the huge taur's enormous body squirming and wriggling like a snake from head to tail. As a few lucky frat bros and jocks managed to pump deep into the cougarfoxtaur's multiple warm, tight pussies, she felt her last set of legs drape down over the end of the treadmill. Under the weight of so many hot jocks, however, the massive multitaur couldn't even attempt to wriggle back up the treadmill.

The vines grasped not only Malibu's dangling tail and legs, but the jocks still clinging and thrusting and humping at her flexing arousals. More and more of the plants appeared as it realized what a large group it was about to receive, and the plant quivered with excitement at the opportunity to spread so much of its seed.

As the second, then the third set of legs tipped over into the pit with dozens of tentacle-wrapped jocks, the multitaur's muzzle made more and more exotic noises of pleasure, until her whole body wriggled and jerked against the muscular college athletes packed in against her sopping wet, steaming pelt by the tentacles.

"Wooo, well... that was some run by Malibu!" Vivian announced, floating down closer as the cougarfoxtaur's last few fingers clawed at the treadmill for purchase before a particularly large and fleshy tentacle bulb coiled up her wrist, breaking her grip, and dragging her down into the pit with the dozens and dozens of college athletes.

The Pit doors closed overhead, leaving the tentacle plant to do its work spreading its seed in warm, sticky, noisy darkness while the wolftaur floated overhead, thick arousal throbbing actively with need, a steady drizzle trailing off behind her transparent platform like water out of an exhaust pipe on a hot day.

"And now that we have two players, we can put up a high scores list!" Vivian said. "Keep an eye out for that later! In the meantime, please stay tuned for these messages from our sponsors!"

A picture-in-picture of the interior of the Tentacle Pit showed an x-ray view of the multitaur's body in profile, from the side, as well as the dozens and dozens of bodies of the Predmore jocks being violated in every position imaginable by the voracious SynTech-customized plants. On the main screen, an advertisement for those very plants showed a happy wolf housewife watering small seedlings as they snaked up under her sundress. Smiling at the camera as noisy squelches echoed from below, the wolfess spoke:

"Don't just try SynTech - live it!"

||||| Score: 30

CONTESTANT No. 3: MEI XIANG

Instead of announcing the contestant on-air, the camera found a large red panda girl squeezed in next to Vivian on the floating platform high up over the treadmill.

"Welcome back to Balls to the Wall!" Vivian said, while not-so-subtly adjusting her hindquarters to lay against the platform and slide forward, bumping the back of the panda's thighs with her immense, fuzzy testicles. "We-hhhoo-re here with our next contestant, Mei Xiang!"

A pleasant and only slightly goofy look crossed the wolftaur's muzzle as she felt the red panda's broad and plump hips spread across her sac, compressing it down against the platform and encouraging a jolt of pre to trickle over the end of the platform from between her forelegs, which remained upright to keep her torso in frame with the bouncing female.

"Hi! Happy to be here!" the panda said, smiling brightly into the camera. Her muzzle formed the perfect 'w' as her eyes closed. Both paws lifted, turning inwards to show off a pair of peace signs. As she held the pose, cartoon stars and rainbows erupted from around her head before fading into the ether once more.

The wolftaur was somewhat recovered as she lowered the panda down towards the green staging area while the screens high above showed the close-ups of the miniature drone cameras flying and buzzing quietly around the contestant and host, showing the width and girth of the red panda's thighs clenched together inside a pair of tight black shorts with gold zig-zag stripes. It tucked up beneath the immense fluff of her massive tail, which rivaled the wolftaur's for size. It draped warmly over Vivian's hindquarters and off the edge of the platform as it dropped closer to the green staging area near the front of the treadmill. Vivian's nostrils flared a bit at the panda's hoisin sauce-scent. Good looks and good food? The wolftaur made a mental note to visit the panda's eatery.

"Everyone knows the rules, so let's get ready to plammmmfffffffyyy!"

The wolftaur's lips pursed, torso going stiff as the plump red panda's ponderous chest wobbled in her bright blue t-shirt, hiding much of the dark red and black stripes covering her wide figure. The shirt featured the logo of the panda's restaurant, though her swollen orbs distended the lettering enough to make it hard to read from a distance. There was a much clearer view of the pale red fur fluffing up from her cleavage than the stretched fabric of the straining shirt. Mei's tail swept around the wolftaur's shoulders as she bounced onto the platform with a confident step, beaming and grinning all the while, exuding cheerful energy.

Mei's thick hips swung as she stepped onto the slow-moving treadmill and padded out towards the center, keeping her pace on an angled line so as not to lose any ground and move closer to the pit. The treadmill kept pace perfectly, adjusting automatically for her speed to make sure she never went any further forward than the farthest back she'd been. Her chest wobbled side to side, showing off plenty of sideboob to the cheering audience members in the back bleachers.

Vivian, in the meantime, had a pit crew of otter stage hands quickly give her thick and fully aroused maleness a wipedown and icing, and while it didn't stop the aroused roiling and swelling in her enormous testicles, the wolftaur's tip didn't strain quite so far past her forelegs. She sighed, wondering if this job was going to mean permanent blue balls during each episode, then grinned down at the wah. The red panda's smile was infectious.

"First challenge is on order!" the wolftaur announced.

||||| Mei rolled a 1d33 to choose a challenge: 9

The curtains rustled, but instead of any living thing emerging, a three-foot tall pedestal pushed through. It was about six inches across, solid black and padded. Small indentations on the sides set into the foam casing spouted jets of pink chemicals that misted upon contact with the air, leaving no trace within ten or so seconds, dissipating harmlessly.

Mei recognized the pink chemical mists immediately - she'd seen an episode of Questionable Content or three in her time. The red panda's wide thighs tensed as she watched the curtains rustle. Two more pedestals, then three, all arranged in seemingly random positions. Beams of light flickered between them as the lasers refracted through the maze of misters.

"SynTech's Patented Transformational Chemicals will fire at anything breaking the laser lines. Drop the lights!"

The treadmill plunged into darkness save for the beaming laser lights stretching at various angles and lengths across the pedestals. Mei glanced behind her at the Pit, far away - for now - and then swallowed hard, grinned, and moved forward. This was going to be just like squeezing through the narrow service counter at her small restaurant, where she had to serve a non-stop stream of steady customers every day during lunch. If she could get her plump rump and big chest around the kitchen, dodging a few lasers was going to be a cakewalk.

She hoped.

||||| Mei rolled a 1d20: 9 (Soft Pass)

||||| Audience vote now in Discord... tabulating results... voting over...

||||| Rykela rolled a 1d6 for doses: 5

The red panda moved carefully. She made it over the first few lasers easily by hugging her tail up underneath and between her legs, keeping it tucked into her shirt, which did the logo of her restaurant few favors as the bushy, oversized tail competed for space with her heavy chest. She paused, holding as still as she could. There was a laser at hip-height just to her left and another behind slightly lower down. But if she lowered her heavy torso to the floor and squeezed through to the right, she could maybe get through the lasers without tripping any of them. She'd lose time as the treadmill carried her further back, but she had to act fast regardless or the game would be over anyways.

Mei managed to get herself down to the treadmill. Her massive breasts squeezed against the smooth surface of the treadmill as her massive thighs stretched, pushing her forward and under the laser beam. She got her hips through next, not needing to worry about her tail still tucked up in her cleavage.

So far so good, Mei though - until she tried to stand up. In the darkness, she'd lost her bearings slightly, and as she rose, her right foot swept through a laser only a couple inches off the treadmill.

Five nearby pedestals blasted the panda simultaneously, filling the air around Mei's head and shoulders with a dense cloud of the transformational chemical mixture. Mei's shoulders flexed as the scent struck her, momentarily freezing her in place, before her huge chest swelled with a massive breath in, unable to resist the compulsion.

As the powerful, fast-acting mixture warmed her insides, the panda decided there was only one thing left to do: make a break for it before she lost any ground whether she triggered more traps or not. She got her left foot in front of the left, lurching forward as she felt a sudden change in her overall balance. With her tail tucked between her thighs, she couldn't counterbalance and sloshed forward, bouncing into the suddenly larger orbs stretching her t-shirt at the seams. Her plump, dark brown nipples strained outwards so far through the barely-stretching cotton that the skin was visible beneath, which the floating drone cameras recorded in night-vision. The panda's moan rang out as she shoved her hands down underneath the swollen orbs. Her tail flexed out from her thighs as she pushed herself up, feet thudding into the treadmill as she tried to get past the remaining few lasers. Her tail set of sprays behind her as she stretched forward. Her torso filled out with every moment, growing fatter, heavier, swelling far larger than their original plumpness. She'd filled a near 50" bra before, but by now her massive chest was three times as wide as her shoulders.

The last tripwire triggered, just missing the red panda as her powerful thighs shoved her forward, trained for years to leap forward to catch falling objects in the kitchen. She went right beneath the sprays and slid forward, both massive breasts in front leading the way as the t-shirt was ripped down the middle by the friction and peeled away to be left behind - until it snagged on something between the red panda's thighs.

The wah's eyes closed, grinning and beaming as she let out a happy groan while struggling to her feet. Somehow the short-stacked red panda could lift the massively grown mammaries swinging from her shoulders, each huge tit easily four feet in diameter. They swung and jiggled, massive teardrops that obscured her plump belly, wide thighs, and even the new, throbbing, rock hard maleness - a solid two feet of girthy wah-cock that disappeared into the deep plushness of her megaboobs.

She stumbled a little as she moved forward, while the audience cheered and lights came up. Vivian watched from above, licking her lips and nodding with approval at her birds' eye view of the red panda's deep, cavernous cleavage. The wah's chest now dwarfed even the wolftaur's own none-too-subtle orbs. Maybe it was time to upgrade, she thought, though on the outside she grinned and wagged her tail.

"That's a great job, Mei! You only lost..."

||||| Mei rolled a 3d8 for treadmill loss: 10 (40 yards remain to the Pit)

"... ten yards! But it's already time for your next challenge. I can tell you're swelling with desire to win!"

The wah grunted at the pun and kept her eyes focused forward as she bounced and jiggled her way up the treadmill. The doses of the transformational chemicals left her lustful, breathing hard and on the edge. She couldn't imagine what being strapped down and trying to answer questions while on such a rush of sexual bliss was like. The curtains rustled and Mei's attention snapped back to the here and now. One challenge down, and though her breasts might make some future challenges more difficult, she wasn't going to complain about them, and she doubted her customers would either.

"Your next challenge awaits!" the wolftaur announced, as red flashing lights lit up the stage area, right after we open the Pit!"

||||| Mei rolled a 1d15 to choose the Pit: 6

The doors to the Pit retracted. Inside, the cameras pointed at a huge mass of squirming, noisy, thrusting, humping bodies. The stack of squirming males, females, and everything in between writhed and moaned, slick and sticky. The cameras zoomed in closer, revealing all the occupants were of a single species.

"It's the Lynx Pit!"

Indeed, every member of the groaning, ongoing orgy of rumpthrusting, nutsucking crowd in the Pit was a lynx. Through the portal at the end of the treadmill, it wasn't clear just how many were in the room, but they came in all sizes and shapes: skinny, heavy, short, tall, muscular, lithe, even a few hypers spread amongst the feline chaos.

"Now that you know what lies in the Pit, it's time to face your next challenge and try to set that high score before you sleep with linxies!"

|||| Mei rolled a 1d33 to choose a challenge: 14

"Maybe this one'll give me a boost in height, too..." Mei giggled, giving a none-too-subtle wink to the towering taur on the platform hovering overhead.

"Funny you should say that... good luck!" Vivian said, grinning before turning around, rump and tail swishing at the wah as she flew off towards the back bleachers, safely out of range of whatever challenge was about to enter the treadmill. "It's the Mad Scientist!"

From behind the curtains, a white-furred arctic fox with large ears and an oversized lab coat emerged, cackling and laughing hysterically. Long blonde hair swept down his backside in a pair of ponytails as he leapt from side to side in short hopping motions, trying to confuse his target. Though he was clearly putting on a show, the laugh was chillingly real as he swung around, big tail swinging in the air, and aimed a large device at the hyper-breasted wah. The end of the black metal device was about 4 inches across. Various buttons, red and blue and green lights, and grips featured on the complicated projectile shooter. The Mad Scientist cackled and pulled the trigger, firing wildly and completely missing the wah - and the treadmill.

A glob of fizzing, sparkling purple goo splattered across a small gray feline in the back row of the side bleachers. Within seconds, he was growing out of his clothes, meowling as he expanded by almost two feet in height, though he retained the same slim and slender proportions as before despite his now nearly seven-foot-tall height.

The Mad Scientist grinned, baring sharp white fangs at the red panda before reaching up to flip a pair of round black goggles down over his eyes with a claw. Though short in stature, the arctic fox filled the treadmill with a powerful energy, and Mei had no doubt as to the efficacy of the Mad Scientist's wild invention. The goo-shooter swung towards Mei, whose eyes went wide as she looked down the barrel at the fizzing, sparking glob primed and loaded at the far end.

"Between the mist and THIS..." The panda glanced up at Boo, her tongue stuck out and eyes closed, showing off the insanely cute 'w' panda smile as the swells of her chest jiggled upwards and brushed against her chin. "The treadmill's a reward in itself today!"

||||| Mei rolled a 1d20: 5 (Fail)

The arctic fox shot a few more single globs, which the nimble red panda managed to just avoid despite the heaving swells of her enormous chest pulling and carrying her along the rapidly accelerating and decelerating treadmill, which helped keep the Mad Scientist off balance...

Until he growled and reached forward, flipping a switch on the underside of his glob-shooter.

"My experiments are always successful!" he screamed, firing from the hip as he pulled the trigger and held it down. "Algebraic!"

There was no dodging the rapid-fire balls of hissing and smoking purple gel flung from the end of the device at high speed towards the big-tittied red panda. The restaurant owner was good on her feet after working restaurants her whole life, but this was something else.

The first blob of purple gel splattered across her left tit; the second her right. She took several more in the paunch of her belly and thighs, even one straight to the length of her two-foot wah-cock, somehow singeing between her tits to strike its target.

"Ha ha ha ha! Experiment concluded!" the Mad Scientist said, leaping up and down on the treadmill as it carried him past the red panda - and, according to the rules of the game, out of his firing range. He shot the last few globs of ammo recklessly into the crowd before he jumped off the treadmill through a door in the side of the bleachers, narrowly missing Vivian, who made sure to keep her platform well out of reach.

Mei, in the meantime, stomped a massive foot forward. She flexed, growling and gasping, chest shivering, as the chemicals took effect. They soaked into her fur immediately, hissing and warming her flesh as her aching nipples hardened even more after the goo splats dripped from them before seeping into her skin.

|||| Mei rolled 3d8 for size: 13

||||| Mei rolled 4d8 for treadmill loss:16 (24 yards remain to the Pit)

The panda's hips stretched as she grew taller, higher by the second. The door through which the Mad Scientist exited cracked open as he watched, peeking through to see the results of his "experiment" while one paw moved suspiciously quickly under his lab coat. In the stands, all eyes - besides those hit by globs of the same purple goo - were on the red panda as her backside rippled and flexed. She leaned back, growling as her whole body shuddered at the growth coursing through her. Wider feet, bigger knees, but the proportions remained almost perfectly the same otherwise. Even as she maxed out just under twenty feet tall - as big as the curtain hanging in front of her - the super-sized wah's massive chest was even larger, easily three to four times as wide as her shoulders. Seems there was a little extra something in the growth drug...

Mei's right hand closed around the thick black wah-cock jutting from her plump thighs. She couldn't wrap her whole hand around the girth, and while it looked nice and proportional on the 18-foot-plus red panda, it was easily six feet long, possibly more as she grew even more aroused. A swollen pair of dark red testicles draped lower above her thighs, which moved her forward in small steps while the treadmill speed increased to keep up.

"Niú b?!" swore the panda, gasping and squealing in shocked delight. Having her center of mass shifted again so suddenly made her stumble, but with a groan of exertion she leaned into the fall and regained her pace as if nothing had happened.

Vivian hovered in, staring wide-eyed at the massively overgrown red panda, whose ears threatened to hit the ceiling if she were to jump. Almost two stories tall, she carried herself easily, retaining her nice plump belly, padded thighs, and broad hips. The wolftaur felt a certain amount of jealousy watching the nearly twelve-foot diameter breasts swinging and bouncing. The nipples alone were almost as big as the wolftaur's sac! She grinned, squirming as her arousal flared up again. She'd need another otter cooldown at this rate, the host thought. The red panda was three times her original height, but larger all over as well, making sure that despite her size she appeared the same otherwise - that Mad Scientist really had his concoction figured out.

"Amazing! She's still going! Pure champion!" Vivian cried out, generating large cheers from the awestruck audience as the red panda's deep and plush pelt shifted across her thicc, curvy backside, while her substantial tail swung up high, showing off the largest booty many people present had ever seen before. "But it's time for your next challenge..."

||||| Mei rolled a 1d33 to pick a challenge: 33

On the three huge screens above the two-story red panda's ears, the word "CATNIPPED!" appeared and flashed in bright purple that faded into wisps of smoke. The whole stadium plunged into darkness again as the rustling behind the curtain grew louder.

The lights returned on low, so dark it was hard to make much out, especially for a wah of her size. She peered down, taking her small steps as an unusual harmonic rumble grew around her, until her ears rang at the sound. Bright golden eyes flashed in the darkness as the lights turned up full, revealing half a dozen lionesses, each more muscular and Amazonian than the last, wearing nothing but loincloths that failed in any way to conceal or hide either the full breasts on their torsos or the immense pink malenesses swinging from their packed sheaths.

Sleek, muscular, golden-furred felines crouched, eyes narrowed on the huge wah. They moved in unison, perfectly synced as their melodic growl echoed around the stadium. Their pelts glistened and rippled over their powerful bodies, showing off each flex of the incredible thighs or tautness in the thick rumps. Wide tails, six in all, flicked side to side as the hunting party slid into position in front of the red panda, whose eyes widened at the sight of so many muscular and curvy lionesses. Each was almost eight feet tall, less than half her height, but they carried themselves with the confidence of having taken down large prey in the past.

In addition to their rough-cut leather loincloths, the lionesses wore necklaces with small metal canisters at the end. The metal containers bounced into the fluff of their pale white breasts as they moved en masse, launching themselves suddenly and without warning towards the wah, springing high into the air before falling down towards the epic restauranteur's hyper-sized breasts.

||||| Mei rolled a 1d20: 20 (Hard Pass)

Trying to dodge all six huntresses would be a futile gesture. Mei braced for impact, using her arm to stiffarm the first that tried to grasp her chest. The lioness pouted as she landed behind the wah on the treadmill, then shrugged and took out the canister, opening it and withdrawing a short, rolled-up piece of paper. The muscular lioness grinned as she got up and lit it, watching the rest of her pride continue to try and take the wah down as she smoked the catnip blunt.

While Mei was distracted by the first, two of the others perched on her shoulders. Their powerful thighs squeezed against Mei's deep pelt as they pulled out blunts of their own, lighting up and exhaling directly to either side of the wah's muzzle. The massive panda couldn't help but breathe in some of the pungent 'nip before reaching up, plucking the two muscular lionesses off her shoulders, and dropping them behind her. They landed feet-first on the treadmill with the casual and confident grace of a relaxed feline and joined the other, standing close together as they blew heady lungfuls of catnip smoke towards the audience.

Mei coughed, eyes watering as she stumbled forward, losing some ground as the sweet scent shot back out of her nostrils. She gasped as a sudden itchiness spread along her neck and head. Shaking her massive leg, the enormous wah disrupted another lioness's attempt to get her high on the catnip, leaving only two to deal with. The red panda groaned as she scratched her fingers into the dense fur around her neck, only to drop her muzzle open in shock at the sheer amount of fur there was. She could feel it lengthening! The long, dark red strands glistened like silk across her paws as she realized it stretched all the way around her head and down over her chest, hiding the juncture of her cleavage and collarbones beneath a massive lionesque mane.

The red panda shook her head, swinging the long and silky mane side to side with a majestic flourish, further knocking off another lioness trying to climb up her massive cock and belly, catnip blunt clenched between her teeth. She joined the others, one paw on her shaft as she licked her lips.

There was only one lioness left. Mei blinked her eyes and tried to pull her paws out of her mane to deal with the final obstacle, but running her black claws through the silky, thick mane felt so good she couldn't stop. She could feel the drape and weight of the mane down the back of her shoulders, stretching along her spine until it narrowed to a finger-width before merging with the base of her tail.

"I've dealt with worse six-tops than you lot," Mei grunted, still trying to move forward as she shifted her hips, swinging her cock and breasts in opposite directions as the final lioness held onto the base of her tail for dear life.

With a thump, the final member of the catnip-fueled hunting party sauntered off, casting lustful glances back over their shoulders as their muscular body flexed against their pelts. Mei was almost sad to see the stoned-as-balls group of lionesses leave, but at the time, she wondered how much more difficult that would have been if they hadn't been so toked up on the nip.

||||| Mei rolled a 2d8 for treadmill loss: 10 (14 yards remain to the Pit)

"You're doing fantastic so far, Mei," Vivian said, swinging her platform down to hover at nipple height. The wolftaur admired the size of the red panda's chest as she looked up past the huge new mane and into the beaming, familiar-by-now 'w' smile on her cute muzzle. "Let's hope you do well in your next challenge too, or you might end up in the Pit!"

||||| Mei rolled a 1d33 to choose a challenge: 15

A large rustling came from the curtain as the lights flashed and the screens displayed a pair of words: "Der Bondagemeister."

Someone who could definitely match that description emerged from the curtain. Eight feet tall and powerfully muscled, the beefy dark red bull's white horns gleamed. Leather straps covered the pointed tips and the bases of the horns, matching the smooth black straps around his powerfully thick biceps and thighs. An x-shaped harness with an o-ring at the center over his sternum squeezed in tight around his pecs and shoulders, cutting into his tough red hide. A huge nose ring hung from his nostrils as he strode forward, carrying a large dildo in one hand and a length of rope in the other. Glancing up at the size of the wah, Der Bondagemeister smirked and tossed the dildo aside.

"You are ze big one, yes?" he said, broad lips curling into a wide grin, revealing the stud in his tongue. His ears flicked as he reached down, adjusting his bulge in the black leather bikini strapped around his huge hips and thighs. His thighs tensed as he shifted his fingers, holding a length of the rope stretched between both hands.

"This will be ze challenge," he said in his deep German voice. "Try to make it, how vould you say, ze fun time..."

||||| Mei rolled a 1d20: 9 (Soft Pass)

|||| Mey rolled a 3d8 for treadmill loss: 18 (0 yards to the Pit)

At first, it looked like Mei would have no trouble dealing with the muscular red bull despite his shifting muscles and rope skills. The huge panda's 18-foot-tall bulk shifted across the treadmill, sending mild vibrations through the machinery as she lurched to the side to try and avoid the bull's charge. She mostly succeeded, but Der Bondagemeister's hooves scraped and tipped, lurching him around so he could grab onto the wah's tail.

Like some sort of '80s action hero, he swung around on her tail as she gasped, pulled off balance. As the huge wah tipped over backwards onto her broad, plush rump, the bull landed and ran around, looping the end of his rope around the tip of the wah's massive tail before leaping her thighs in front of her stunned face. The big bull grinned as he went by, looping the rope around the wah's body and pulling the tail tight, squeezing both arms in against her sides.

That wasn't going to stop Mei. The wah flexed her arms, grunting as she felt the base of her tail pulled by the movements. Her pelt rippled as she swung her legs around, though she had to pause when her unfamiliar sac got squished down against the treadmill and her thigh at first. She tried to get back to her feet as Der Bondagemeister rangled the ropes, trying to get around her thick arousal. The bull planned to rope her up from head to toe, trussed up nice and easy for the lynxes in the Pit, but she was so large she was able to push out of the bonds each time he pulled tight.

She got to her feet and tore the rope off her tail - along with a few strands of fur - and laughed triumphantly, beaming as she held the rope in her paws. Der Bondagemeister grinned right back, the big bull's tail flipping lazily against his calves as he stood within the doorway under the audience in the side of the bleachers. The bull's arm lifted, bicep flexing, as he saluted the wah when she passed. Mei looked confused, eyes narrowing slightly, until she remembered...

... too late, and the treadmill ran out of space. Her legs kicked as she fell through, but her movement was suddenly halted as her massive chest and shoulders filled the gap of the pit entrance. The wah's head squeezed down into her bulk as her huge tits pressed against the moving treadmill, which applied a constant rubbing sensation to the huge teats. Her arms squeezed against her sides as she hung down into the Pit, where the orgy of lynxes quickly discovered their massive new playmate. Legions of the pointy-eared felines swarmed Mei's wide thighs and huge balls, climbing and clambering around on her lower half until she was wiggling and gasping and moaning. Up above, the audience got a good look at her squeezed chest madly vibrating as she felt lynxes squeezing between her thighs, under her sac, hanging off her huge and throbbing six-foot cock. The nearly twenty-foot-tall red panda's face disappeared for a moment into her dark red mane as she felt the weight of the lynxes in the Pit finally grow heavy enough to drag her deeper through the retracted opening, and with a "pop!" the wah sank down into the dense, furry, spotted orgy.

Like ants on a hot dog, the fuzzy and shifting bodies of the greedy lynxes swarmed the wah, whose fingers reached outwards towards the light streaming in through the opening as the doors closed, pushing back towards each other, leaving a band of light streaming across the huge 'w' smile on the restauranteur's muzzle before the Pit doors closed.

||||| Score: 43

"Wow! What a run! We may even have a new high score!" Vivian Boo said, flying her platform low above the heads of the crowd as they cheered for the red panda's great efforts. "Let's check and see!"

On the screens above, the list of contestants' high scores appeared:

1. MEI XIANG..... 43

2. ABELLA ROCQUEL..... 34

3. MALIBU..... 30

"We'll be right back with more of Balls to the Wall!"

CONTESTANT No. 4: RUFUS HART

After a series of commercials for various SynTech products - Hyperion Bedding's luxurious sheets and comforters, Dragon Milk Energy Drink, and the Hyperion Select Spa, among other services - the logo for Balls to the Wall reappeared on the broadcast. Fading in from black behind the logo was a close up of a blushing, grinning longhorn sheep-goat hybrid. A wide stripe of white around his jaw and black nose narrowed on the way up the bridge of his square muzzle before disappearing under a mop of long black hair. A pair of spiraling grayish brown horns curled out of the top of his head between his long, pointed ears, covered in short black hide like the sides of his face and neck. The thick black hair grew down the back of his neck and around, forming a mane-like growth of soft fluff that draped over his shoulders, covering part of the white fur around the neckline of his t-shirt. The hybrid's blush spread across his muzzle as the camera pulled back slightly, revealing an enormous pair of breasts wrapped up in a tight red dress resting on top of his curled-over horns, while long and slender arms rested on the sheep-goat's hips, holding him steady as the floating platform moved through the air.

"Welcome back to the show!" the voice of Vivian said from off-screen. Her chest jiggled, bouncing against and between the male's horns as his dopey grin expanded from one ear to the other. "Our next contestant is a real cutie, so I invited him up onto the platform during the break!"

Vivian's fingers pulled the hybrid's t-shirt tight, showing off the lines of his firm pecs and abs through the fabric.

"Oh, I might be jealous!" the wolftaur said, a playful note in her voice as the excitable contestant grinned. "Anyways, this is Rufus Hart, and he'll be the next to play... Balls to the Wall!"

The theme sting played over the speakers as the platform delivered the blushing hybrid to the green starting area for contestants on the side of the treadmill. The wolftaur's tail flicked across his snout as she turned and flew back off, leaving the sheepgoat to shuffle his black hooves across the floor. A pair of shorts bulged as he sheepishly adjusted himself under the omnipresent view of the drone cameras hovering around. His black tail flicked behind him as he trotted onto the treadmill, keeping pace easily with the slow-moving machine.

High above, the show's host wiggled her hindquarters, sloshing her thick arousal back and forth.

"I don't know about all of you, but I can't wait to see how our contestant is going to fare against his first challenge!"

||||| Rufus rolled a 1d33 to choose his challenge: 5

Above the stage, the large screens facing the three sides of the audience stands flashed large red letters: "I AM PROGRAMMED TO SERVE" over and over. The curtains didn't rustle or move at all, though, and Rufus paced forward nervously, wondering just what it was he was about to go through.

Just in front of the sheepgoat, a part of the treadmill shifted, exposing complicated jointed metal arms that swiveled up and out. At the end of the rotating, automatically moving robot arm was a large, lifelike feline paw with the softest and plushest pink pads Rufus could ever remember seeing. The robot arm swung forward, then dipped before the sheepgoat could get his hips out of the way.

A long bleat echoed from the contestant's muzzle as the incredible plushness of the robotic feline paw massaged the low-hanging sac draping from beneath his rapidly swelling sheath. Rufus's fingers clenched into fists as he reached down, leaning over, trying to pull his hips away but unwilling to step backwards as the velvet touch of the lifelike paw teased his full sac.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"

The sheepgoat's eyes went wide when he saw half a dozen more patches of treadmill open up in front of him as he tried to waddle around the robot arm, hoping he wasn't losing too much ground as the machinery cradled his throbbing testicles.

||||| Rufus rolled a 1d20: 6 (Soft Pass - under 6 feet tall, no penalty)

Another paw, this one canine, swung up and forward, grasping and squeezing the sheepgoat's hips and backside. Rufus groaned as his thick arousal dropped forward at the clenching fingers digging into his rump cheeks, but then another feline paw powered by the robotic machinery slid over his chest. The sheepgoat's eyes bulged as he felt his body responding to the touches. Whoever programmed the robot must have done extensive testing - it responded to his every move and twitch as he tried to stumble forward the best he could on shivering hooves. Within a minute of the robot arms appearing, the sheepgoat was fully hard and panting with arousal.

More arms appeared as the treadmill carried the sheepgoat backwards, but the groaning and blushing sheepgoat kept going despite the mechanical fingers squeezing down his shorts and shirt. They pulled his clothes off as a finger snuck under his flicking tail; the sheepgoat yelped, propelling himself forward as he felt the teasing intensify. Eventually, his entire torso was covered in the rippling machinery of lifelike paws and claws, all squeezing and teasing and groping every part of the sheepgoat's body at the same time. His muzzle pushed upwards, the only part of him visible, as his red tongue hung over his lips.

"Oh dear... will Rufus make it through his very first challenge?" Vivian asked, hovering in closer, just a few feet away from the struggling, moaning sheepgoat. One of the robot arms reached over the edge of the platform and stretched across the wolftaur's huge, white furred sac. She bit her lower lip as she squirmed. "And... huff... let me tell you, these things know what they're doing!"

On cue, hundreds of arms appeared throughout the bleachers, pushing through hidden panels and expanding outwards. A tremendous groan rippled through the crowds as each and every person present got to experience a small taste of the blissful nirvana the trembling sheepgoat was experiencing down on the treadmill as he struggled to try to move forward through the groping, teasing paws.

Vivian grinned as the single robot arm patted her full balls with something resembling affection as she scooted off, enjoying the scenes of mass titillation occurring below. Even the hyper section got the special treatment with oversized cat paws giving them a taste of feeling small once more.

It wasn't until Rufus closed his eyes, grit his teeth, and let out a shout of defiance that he was able to break free of the clutching grasp of the final few arms. He panted hard, groaning, his nude body on full display as the robot arms retracted back into the treadmill. Around the stadium, there were disappointed grunts as the robot arms teasing the viewers returned back into their hiding places in the walls and seats as well.

||||| Rufus rolled a 3d8 for treadmill loss: 15 (35 yards remain to the Pit)

"And he's through!" Vivian said into her microphone. "Had us worried there, didn't he, ladies and gents? But there's still plenty of treadmill left for the cute sheepgoat!"

The platform swung low again and the wolftaur grinned, tail swinging side to side above her wide rear end.

"Time for the next challenge - there's no rest for the wicked, or, in your case, Rufus, the obviously horny!"

||||| Rufus rolled a 1d33 to choose a challenge: 26

"And before I forget, Rufus dear, we need to open the Pit so you can find out what happens once you do run out of treadmill..."

||||| Rufus rolled a 1d15 to choose a Pit: 5

As the Pit doors opened, sparks flew from the interior. Bright neon lights glowed as the sounds of rivets and drills and moving mechanical equipment echoed up towards the end of the treadmill. Peering through the portal, cameras captured a partial view of the interior of what appeared to be an android factory of some sort. Robotic arms, legs, even heads and torsos moved around on long conveyor belts as roving mechanical arms shifted, plugging tubes carrying red and blue and green fluids to various tanks. Bipedal figures, mixtures of robot and flesh, moved around the factory floor, wagging half-mechanical tails or showing off the enhancements on the other sides of their hips. The bionic workforce was allowed frequent breaks, apparently, as the drone cameras managed to capture the outlines of a pile of bionic wolves, foxes, rabbits, and dozens more species engaged in some sort of data transfer...

Rufus didn't have much time to stare at the screens above the treadmill. He had to focus on getting past the next challenge, currently emerging from behind the curtains...

||||| Rufus rolled a 1d20: 8 (Soft Pass)

"Don't let your dentist know when he's around... here comes Sweet Thang!" Vivian announced from above the treadmill.

A beefy, broad-shouldered leopard with dozens of red rosettes across his bright white fur jumped out onto the treadmill from behind the curtain. A bright red harness squeezed around his shoulders and pecs, which held a pair of large tanks for glistening caramel. The peppermint leopard grinned, hoisting a long-barreled caramel-shooter from a pair of handles attached to the top of the device. The leopard's wide thighs flexed, hamstrings popping as he stepped forward, though his confident grin didn't waver from the weight of all that liquid sugar keeping warm on his broad and muscular backside. Fully nude, the peppermint leopard's fat, semi-hard shaft drooped outwards at a low angle over top of his plump, softball-sized nuts.

"Better watch out, 'cuz I'm fully loaded and ready to go!" the leopard growled, swinging both of his cannons around to target the wide-eyed sheepgoat. The big feline's muscular chest flexed against his harness, showing off the deep cuts of his abs against his glossy peppermint-colored and -flavored pelt. "Here - have a taste!"

A blast of gooey liquid caramel shot from the end of Sweet Thang's sugar-gun, but fell far short of the frozen sheepgoat. Growling, the feline charged forward, fiddling with the controls of his weapons until the stream of caramel bubbled in the tanks and tube, firing out faster and farther than before.

"How is this even fair?" the sheepgoat gasped between dodges.

"It isn't!" shouted members of the audience as Vivian's tail wagged furiously in agreement from the platform above.

The stream of brown sugar splattered across the treadmill as Sweet Thang laughed uproariously, watching the sheepgoat's hooves twist every which way to dodge the stream while not losing too many yards of ground on the moving treadmill.

"Gotcha!"

A squirt of caramel splattered across the sheepgoat's hips. Rufus lunged forward, just managing to clear past Sweet Thing as the stream of caramel approached his head and torso. The flow ended abruptly, a shade past his nose, as the peppermint leopard passed him on the treadmill, and, according to the rules, had to give up the fight to take the contestant down. The caramel-wielding feline still grinned and flicked his tail, though, not bothering to look back as he exited the treadmill well ahead of the yawning chasm to the robot factory, as a series of grunts and groans and moans rippled from Rufus's throat.

"Oh, this should be interesting," Vivian said, swooping in close along with half a dozen miniature flying cameras, filming as the sheepgoat's hooves staggered along the treadmill. His hands grasped at his full arousal, still on edge from the teasing robot hands earlier, but now covered in a warm and sticky layer of thick caramel. He tried to wipe it off, but the more he did, the more his aching member seemed to stick to his fingers and paws. It wasn't until he stopped moving and came, bucking into his hands, that he realized the slick and sticky ropes of caramel seed getting flung across the treadmill were coming from inside his transformed arousal.

The black skin was still there, but it felt strange and sticky to the touch. He groaned as his hands stroked the caramelized cock, urging more strands of rich, sugary caramel goo to pump from the tip as his low-hanging orbs churned, producing even more of the sweet and savory dessert. Rufus groaned, unable to help the desperate humping into his paws as he fired off one strand of sticky caramel after another.

"I hope you're a baker, because otherwise that's a lot of product going to waste!" Vivian teased from above, over the sound of the sheepgoat's groans and grunts. "Looks like Sweet Thang left you a little something to remember him by, anyways!"

Coming back to his senses, Rufus stared in shock at his thick arousal, gasping as the sticky flow of caramel continued unabated, along with the electric pulses of blissful pleasure that came with each full load released down his swollen maleness. His hooves kept going, more credit to him, limiting the amount of distance he lost to Sweet Thang.

||||| Rufus rolled a 3d8 for treadmill loss: 6 (29 yards remain)

"What a round!" Vivian crowed from her platform as the stats for the sheepgoat's encounter appeared on the screens above, showing a mere six yard loss despite the intense orgasm Rufus had midway through. Vivian grinned. "Who'd have thought the cute guy had it in him, eh? But it's one thing after another on Balls to the Wall, and there's no stopping us now!"

||||| Rufus rolled a 1d33 to choose a challenge: 8

The wolftaur's clear platform descended low again, but this time, instead of just hovering nearby as Vivian announced the next obstacle, the enormous taur hopped off the platform and landed with a thud and a smack on the moving treadmill. Facing the sheepgoat, the wolftaur smirked and reached around her swollen chest and dress, punching her right fist into her left paw.

"Your next challenge, cutie... is me!" Vivian said, grinning wider as she wiggled her hindquarters, keeping her feet moving so the distance between her and the sheepgoat didn't change. "I'm gonna charge right at you, and if you don't decide to dodge, we'll have a little fun! Heh..."

The vixentaur is clearly not taking the round all that seriously as she jiggles her chest, trying to distract Rufus while her foreleg paces backwards, getting herself ready for charge as the massive cock bouncing off the treadmill between her forelegs releases a few musky bursts of pre-cum towards the sugar-dicked sheepgoat.

Rufus stared at the massive taur, eyes bulging all over again. This game was throwing one crazy thing after another at him. Licking his lips, the sheepgoat shuffled forward on the treadmill, wondering which way he would dodge when the wolftaur started her promised charge. Though a small part of him screamed not to dodge at all, he ignored the lust in his loins and tensed his thighs, bracing for the moment as Vivian lowered her upper torso and leapt...

||||| Rufus rolled a 1d20: 12 (Soft Pass)

Rufus darted towards the right side of the treadmill as soon as he saw the huge taur's forepaws lift off the moving surface, but it was the wrong way. With a satisfied growl, the massive wolftaur pinned the sheepgoat down onto his back with her forelegs. Her upper torso leaned over as her hindquarters went up in the air. With a large paw on each shoulder, Vivian grinned and reached down, tickling the contestant under his square jaw.

"Are you sure you were trying all that hard?" she asked, but before Rufus could reply, the incredibly fluffy host leaned further forward, burying the sheep-goat hybrid's face in her exposed cleavage. She wiggled side to side, massaging the epic orbs down the length of his muzzle, covering his face and blotting out the light as her lower taur-half tensed.

The massive taur's body squeezed forward, starting from her upper torso down to the curve into her taur-half. As she slid slowly forward, scraping every part of her fluffy underside along the pinned sheepgoat's fit and muscular chest, her thick lupine arousal got in between, throbbing hard and warm, as long and thick around as the sheepgoat was. The wolftaur's earth musk soaked into Rufus' nostrils as he wriggled, gasping for breath as his gooey caramelized cock throbbed right back into oversized taurlength grinding him down into the treadmill.

The squeezing continued. Rufus gasped as he felt the massive knot, still waiting deep in the taur's sheath, bulged against his belly, fighting for space against his hard abs, before the incredible sac dragged over him next, smothering his chest and face and pinning him down fresh. It wasn't under Vivian fully smeared her incredible maleness from one end to the next that she flicked her tail down and rubbed her plump rumpcheeks side to side, bonking the sheepgoat's horns.

"Ah, that was great!" Vivian said, stretching her arms and legs in all directions as her thick shaft spurt some ropes of pre across the treadmill. "I still think you didn't try to dodge all that much..."

The audience cheered as Vivian bowed over top of the laid-out sheepgoat, who struggled forward as soon as he was able to move again after the long and slow frottage session with the show's host. Vivian's thickness spilled pre over the edges, dripping down onto the audience below as she squeezed her immense sac against the platform and grinned.

||||| Rufus rolled 3d8 for treadmill loss: 11 (18 yards remain)

The dazed and musk-soaked sheepgoat stumbled to his feet and kept going, though he lost nearly half of the distance he had left on the treadmill thanks to the host's overeager hyperbits keeping him pinned down. Rufus shook his head, trying to clear out the warm fuzzies from his head and musky scent from his nostrils as he glanced up at the wolftaur, who winked and flicked her tail at him. Her grin stretched wide when the blushing sheepgoat did his level best to return the saucy gesture.

The host swerved around the arena in a circle, showing off her arousal as she announced it was time for yet another obstacle. So far, beyond a gooey caramel cock that was still leaking and splurting sugar-sweet jizz, the sheepgoat managed to avoid any significant transformations. He wondered if that luck was going to hold out, for better or worse...

|||| Rufus rolled a 1d33 to choose an obstacle: 13

On the screens overhead, the logo for another show appeared: A Matter of Inches.

"Ladies and gents and everyone else, please welcome, from A Matter of Inches, fan-favorite Fluffer... Lonnnnnggggg Joohhhhnnnn!"

The curtains parted halfway up the twenty-foot tall drapes and a massive shire stallion stepped through. Massive hooves sent trembles down the treadmill as an enormous horsecock, black to the medial ring and a splotchy pink to the tip, swung past his knees, over the taut and watermelon-sized balls bouncing off his muscular thighs. Completely nude and showing off his incredible, herculean physique, Long John struck a few poses, flexing his massive arms and showing off the ripples of the chocolate and white hide pulling tight over his generously muscled figure. The silky white fetlocks draping over his hooves shifted as he hopped side to side, testing his agility and reflexes in front of the wide-eyed sheepgoat. The Fluffer was four feet taller than him, massive, absolutely incredibly buff and ripped beyond belief.

The sheepgoat swallowed nervously. How would he get past this hulking brute?

Long John grinned and reached down, wrapping one of his massive hands around the thick swell of his flaccid horsecock. He wiggled the end towards the sheepgoat and the cameras, showing off how big and soft his massive cock really was, as his long tail flicked side to side, curled up and tied over above his massive hips and round, bounce-a-quarter-off-'em rump cheeks. The stallion's other hand, however, produced a water gun. It looked tiny in the stallion's fingers, but produced a decent-sized jet of the pink, misting transformational chemicals.

"Where do you want it? Heh heh heh," the huge stallion boomed, grinning as he stomped forward, breaking into a lumbering run down the treadmill, each step carrying him yards at time towards the panting sheepgoat, whose eyes tracked each left-right swing of that incredible horsecock back and forth above those incredibly full nuts sloshing beneath...

||||| Rufus rolled a 1d20: 9 (Soft Pass)

Rufus knew from the moment the lumbering Fluffer charged him that getting completely away scot-free was an impossibility, and he was proven correct when, after trying to run to the left, he felt the stallion's massive hand wrap around the back of his head and lift him off his feet, slapping him forward against the shifting ridges of abdominal muscle at the sheepgoat's height. The stallion's thickness pressed forward, throbbing and swelling at the touch of the nude sheepgoat's firm chest and belly squirming against it.

"Oh, yeah," the big 10-foot shire rumbled. "Just like that, cute stuff..."

The big male grinned and leaned over as his powerful fingers clenched, keeping the sheepgoat's face buried in his abs and pecs, squeezing down around the male's horns as his other hand wielded the small water gun.

"Sorry 'bout this," the stallion grunted, before jamming the tip of the gun up under the sheepgoat's tail and pulling the trigger multiple times.

The stallion's groan as the frantically wriggling contestant squirmed and squeezed against the growing, throbbing, meaty and fat-veined horsecock echoed through the auditorium. Vivian swung in close, watching with interest as the rump-injected transformational chemicals immediately went to work on the swelling sheepgoat's body.

The screens at the top of the huge set showed the results of the audience vote, which concluded moments prior. Selecting on their handsets by their seats, somehow the assembled crowd managed to achieve a statistical improbability, and Vivian's eyes bulged when she realized what the stallion's water gun was loaded with.

The sheepgoat's shoulders bulged, pushing outwards, stretching his white hide as the definition of various groups of fiber strengthened and popped, showing up in thicker and fuller detail. His already fit and cut chest and belly deepened with incredible ridges of muscle that flexed and ground against the stalk in front of him. Long John rumbled happily as he thrust his hips, frotting the squirming and transforming contestant to full hardness.

As the first part of the sheepgoat's upcoming transformation continued, piling on pound after pound of thickness to his swelling body, the sheepgoat's chest distended outwards just as rapidly, and though at first it appeared to by simply a case of hyperpecs, it turned out that the first swells were followed by a second, then a third, each set of firm and sensitive mammaries stretching outwards, equally huge and round, squishing and squeezing up against Long John's enormous horsecock. The shire grunted, very much enjoying the sudden plushness of the muscular hybrid's growing chest.

Between Rufus's legs, his sheath stretched. The caramelized cock draping outwards and drizzling sugary goo across the stallion's enormous, dark brown sac flexed as a second equally-sized caramel-spurting shaft fought its way free to join the first. His hips twitched, shivering, as a third arousal flexed in, below and in the middle of the first two, all pumping ropes of thick and sticky caramel. The sheepgoat's swollen black sac dropped low, hanging heavy with the weight of so much sugary seed, more than tripling in size in order to accommodate the trio of fat, pulsing arousals flexing into the stallion's nuts.

Long John's lips pulled back and a rough whicker blasted the top of Rufus's head with hot breath. The stallion's enormous length pistoned up and down, wetly sliding through all six fat breasts as his hands wrapped around the smaller bustyboi's body, pulling and tugging him close as he approached his peak. Rufus closed his eyes, his whole body shaking with pleasure and need as he felt his six fat nipples stretching and twisting and growing, pulsing hotly as a familiar sensation overcame his entire bouncing, jiggling torso. The six new nippledicks mirrored the tripled-up caramel-spurting sugarcocks below. Fat, hard, they thrust outwards, smearing the stallion's warm and flexing stalk with gooey caramel.

The shire came hard, suddenly, bucking his hips as he creamed in the sheepgoat's face, hips pulling back to make sure each pulsing load splattered across the contestant's head and chest, soaking him down with a massive cumshot that put the combined output of all nice sheepgoat cocks to shame. An "oooooh!" ran around the audience as the stallion's body flexed, muscles twitching as he tipped his head back and groaned with pleasure. Rufus spluttered, blinded with seed, lost in the pleasure of the powerful, muscular stallion's body flexing and shoving against him from the hips down.

||||| Rufus rolled 3d8 for treadmill loss: 9 (9 yards to the Pit)

The stumbling, cum-drenched sheepgoat fell forward, scrambling as he realized how close he was to the edge of the Pit. The big stallion grinned and smacked the contestant on the rump as he trotted off the side of the treadmill, towards the door set into the bleachers under the audience. He had to duck down to squeeze through and left a trail of seed from his pulsing arousal as the sheepgoat struggled to keep up with the slowly moving treadmill. He gasped, breathing hard, his whole body shaking and shivering as the six new nippledicks pulsed, streams of gooey caramel roping out and down to splatter beneath his hooves. His hands stroked the three massive cocks jutting from his hips as he tried to keep his balance with so much new weight to deal with.

"What a contestant! I can't believe he's still standing!" Vivian said, her voice a rich and luxurious tone of approval as she swooped around the gasping, spurting sheepgoat. "Though I'm not sure how much longer he can go, folks - and look at how few yards he has left before he ends up in the Pit!"

The wolftaur's huge nuts sagged against the platform. Her cock gushed with pre-cum, a steady and non-stop pulse that caused drops of her musky seed to spray outwards across the audience whenever she flew too near, which was quite a lot, and quite intentional. Vivian's grin and wiggling hips drew cheers as she flew back towards the sheepgoat.

"Can he handle this next challenge? Let's find out!"

||||| Rufus rolled a 1d33 to choose a challenge: 22

Dance music blasted out from the backstage area. The curtains blew apart, revealing the massive outlines of three heavy duty, hypersized dancers, each wearing taut yoga pants of different colors and tops that barely contained their incredible chests. The mare, squirrel, and kangaroo all sported obvious and gigantic malenesses that lewdly stretched and curled outwards against the legs of their yoga pants; the shortest of the three, the kangaroo, still reached to mid calf, while the squirrel's visibly rolled over at the ankle cuff and started climbing back up.

The three massively endowed dancers strutted out to the beat, shaking and jiggling with every step, as Vivian's hindquarters danced on her platform high above. When the three turned around, showing off the immense curves of their swollen rear ends, the words "JUICY," "THICK," AND "WHORES" appeared in upturned succession. Jewelry, bracelets, and backwards baseball caps completed the three dancers' looks, and while none appeared to be much taller than six foot, the sheer size and weight of their immensely hyper attributes sent a shocked shiver down the sheepgoat's spine.

"Hey, hot stuff!" the kangaroo cooed. "Wanna dance?"

||||| Rufus rolled a 1d20: 5 (Fail)

"Let's show him our moves, girls!" the squirrel said, her voice a high squeak.

"Make room on the dance floor!" the mare shouted, running forward. She turned, swinging her hips, and shifted her hooves along the treadmill, moonwalking backwards as her plump and full yoga pants jiggled passionately.

The other two caught up a moment later. Rufus, exhausted from sensory overload at this point, did all he could to remain standing as the three overendowed dancers squeezed in tight and close, packing and cramming their incredible attributes around the gasping, squirming, orgasming sheepgoat in the center.

"Yeah, feel the rhythm!"

"He's got a great ass!"

"What a dancer!"

||||| Rufus rolled a 4d8 for treadmill loss: 13 (0 yards remaining to the Pit)

For the last 25-odd feet of treadmill, the oversexed dancers ground against the squirting sheepgoat, preventing the muscular, multi-breasted, multi-cocked, nipple-dicked, caramel-cumming contestant from moving any further as they grew hard and drippy with his help. With only a yard or two left, the three dancers flounced away, with the squirrel muttering about the Pit and blue balls as her cock - still curled over and reaching almost all the way back up the pants leg from her ankles - let out a few visible gushes of pre-cum.

"Don't worry, ladies, I'm sure our stage crew will be very helpful!" Vivian called out. The clear platform swooped down as the audience held its breath, watching as the dazed, cum-soaked, quivering sheep-goat hybrid's head nodded forward. The treadmill carried him closer and closer to the edge of the Pit, until...

A pair of massive, fluffy breasts strapped up in a tight red dress swooped down and bwomped into the cum-soaked sheepgoat's head. His muzzle disappeared into the cleavage as the wolftaur host scooped him up, saving him at the last instant from being turned bionic in the robot factory. The Pit doors closed as the wolftaur's platform swooped high into the air, out of the reach of the angry otter stage crew shaking their fists at her for the violation of protocol.

The grinning Vivian grunted as she felt the squirming sheepgoat slide lower, legs spread against the tip of her thick, pointed taurcock. Her forelegs wrapped around the sheepgoat's shoulders as she beamed into the cameras.

"What a contestant, what a contestant!" she said, moaning as her massive hindquarters shoved forward. A bleat echoed from below her, out of frame, as the cameras tightened in on the panting wolftaur's long muzzle. "That's our show this week... Congratulations to this week's champion, Mei Xiang! Mei will receive an all-expense-paid vacation for the next two weeks inside the Lynx Pit! Big thanks to all of our contestants and obstacles... we... oooh... hope... oh, dang, those feel amazing... you can... yes, right there, you sexy sheep, oh god yes... tune in next episode! Ahhhh!"

A sloshing blort followed by several massive waves of rich and pungent wolftaur cum flooded not only the sheepgoat's stretching belly, making his massive breasts and flexing nippledicks shake and jiggle, but the bleachers as well, ensuring most of the west-side stands ended up in a monsoon of musky and potent taurseed.

The end credits rolled on one side while the final scores for the episode played on the other. In the background, the hovering drone cameras kept rolling, capturing every moment of the show host's long pent-up release in the lucky, happily bleating contestant beneath her.

1. MEI XIANG..... 43

2. RUFUS HART..... 40

3. ABELLA ROCQUEL..... 34

4. MALIBU..... 30

End of Transmission