Questionable Content
I originally wrote this on my phone during a period of Internet-lessness. That's a word I just made up. Anyways, forgive the spelling/grammar errors. I'm too lazy to do a proper readthrough and fix thta stuf.
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Arnie blinked in the strong lights. He was nervous and his mouth was dry. He let his muzzle hang open a little as he panted lightly, trying to get his nerves under control.
"Question one: what is the capital of South Dakota?"
The announcer's voice was loud and booming. Arnie flattened his ears against his skull as he quickly remembered the answer.
"Pierre."
There was a momentary pause before the bell sounded, indicating the tiger had managed to answer the first question correctly. Arnie was glad, but now even more nervous.
The tiger glanced down at himself. He was strapped to a table positioned at a sixty degree angle. Several IVs hung from a few stands. A clear liquid began to drip into the long IV tube attached to his arm and he stiffened as he felt the cold fluid work its way inside his vein.
"Questionable Content" was a reality-cum-game show. Participants were asked a series of questions of varying difficulty, though generally they got easier the longer a contestant lasted. That was because most contestants could hardly think after more than ten or so correct answers.
Self-transformation had long been available, but it was prohibitively expensive. Hence the game show. QC, as it was known to its fans, was one of the more infamous. It specialized in a certain kind of transformation, all on live television in front of a studio audience, from which contestants were randomly chosen. Seats were hard to get.
Arnie shuddered as he felt the initial dose of chemicals begin to work, affecting his hormone production. Everyone knew how it worked at its basic level thanks to simple explanations from the announcer, who narrated each contrstant's journey on stage. The last contestant, a female rabbit, missed her third question.
The changes were only permanent after five correct answers. Many contestants intentionally failed when nerves took over.
Arnie was not planning to flunk, intentionally or not.
"Question two," the announcer said, bringing Arnie back to the present. He lifted his gaze from his body, which was covered only at his midsection by a loose towel, and focused on the screen hanging in front of him. The question appeared on it as the announcer asked it.
"What gender comprises the majority of the planet?"
A surprisingly easy one for so early in the race, Arnie thought. "Female," he answered confidently.
A few uneasy moments and then the reassuring ring of the bell. The lights went crazy for a moment, allowing Arnie a glimpse of the crowded studio, and then the rush of chemicals through his arms.
"Correct!" the announcer thundered as the audience applauded. "Question three: as viewed from Earth, what is the brightest visible star?"
Arnie panicked for only a second before he smiled hugely. "Some trick question," he said. "The Sun!"
A moment, than the bell, the applause, and the chems.
The announcer called for a commercial break. Arnie knew it was to give his body time to react to the chemicals. Already he could feel them rapidly working, miracle drugs of modern science. They were used to help people who'd lost limbs or other such tragedies, but the use in Arnie's case defi itley made for better television.
Arnie felt his cock get hard, a result of increased testosterone levels, as well as simple excitement. He grinned at the catcalls from the crowd. He didn't mind them -nobody competed on QC unless they were an exhibitionist anyways.
He shuddered as his chest felt suddenly tight. He wasn't worried because he knew he was under constant monitoring. As he'd been told before, unless they told him otherwise, anything he experienced was normal. The tiger took a few deep breaths and grinned. His nipples felt more sensitive - and they were growing larger.
The announcer called for quiet, then recapped how Arnie was doing so far. Then it was time for the next question.
"Questions four and five: what were the two British cities where the first inter-city steam locomotive railway line was built?"
Arnie swallowed nervously. A correct answer would mean irreversable changes. And he knew the answer, having once visited a train museum in Britain during a vacation there.
"Liverpool and Manchester," the tiger said finally. His eyes were locked one the IVs feeding his body the transformative agents. He knew he was correct.
"Correct!"
Bells, applause, chems. Arnie grinned as he felt his chest grow larger. His nipple felt delightful in the coolness of the studio and he couldn't wait to...
No. Arnie turned his head up, looking away from the unmistakable mounds slowly growing on his chest. He had to focus. Only one contestant lasted more than twelve questions. Arnie was determined to beat that. He wanted it so badly...
And so the tiger did his best to ignore the pleasureable sensations developing throughout his body. He looked away when the screen showed him what he looked like from above. He tried not to admire his slimmer, more sensual hips, or the way his rapidly thickening cock lay across his belly. He ignored the ebony head as it peeked from beneath the towel, begging to be stoked.
He wasn't finished answering questions yet.
Six and seven were easier. Eight moreso. Of course by nine arnie was having a difficult time making out the announcer's words over the sound of blood rushing through his - no, hir. Arnie grinned. He was a shi now. Hir ears.
A sudden wave of pleasue surged through hir body, travelling dromedary hir toes to hir shapely, elegant legs, over hir wide hips, up hir throbbing shaft, over hir slim and smooth belly, across hir gorgeous teardrop breasts, and out hir narrow muzzle as a cry of ecstacy, vocalized by a gasping of half-formed words: "Please repeat the questiohhhhhhn!"
"Spell the word 'medicine,'" the announcer repeated to howls of laughter from the audience. It was always fun to watch a struggling, hard, busty, and incrdibly horny new herm fail the simple questions.
The laughter was replaced by a chorus of impressed "Ooohs," however, when Arnie gasped out the correct answer.
"Correct!" the announcer said unnecesarily. The audience applauded and th show went to a commercial break.
Arnie moaned and shuddered on the semi-upright bed. The side effect of the gender-enhancing drugs were, obviously, e tremendous arousal. It was what made for such good television.
Arnie was excellent television. Hir paws clenched at the bed, poking holes in the sheets with hir claws. The towel draped over hir midsection fell away, exposing hir dripping, throbbing member, now at least twice the very average size it had been before. Hir new breasts were at least a C-cup, but the drugs administered after the correctly-answered ninth question were just beginning to work.
Still in break, a cute technician stopped by Arnie's side.
"Keep it up, beautiful," he whispered. "You're doing amazing." he quickly added a fresh bag of chems to the IV stand and hurried off as the announcer counted down the remaining break. He recapped Arnie's prgress again and showed a before and after one the screen.
Arnie licked hir lips and purred heavily. Shi looked totally different now, except for hir general features and haircut. But even hir headfur was growing longer, a side effect of the drugs.
Hir hips were wider than before. That was a more subtle difference than the rest of hir body, especially hir engorged nipples and oversized cock. Shi giggled, then clammed up as shi remembered shi was still competing. Four more and shi would have the record - as well as the body of hir dreams.
Shi closed hir eyes and focused on steadying hir breathing as the announcer asked the next question. The audience was qiet now and a sense of anticipation was building. After Arnie answered the simple multplication question, there was a moment of tense quiet, than an explosion of noise.
The announcer crowed about the "Club Ten" Arnie just earned membership to, but the tiger wasn't listening. Hir body was rigid as a fresh batch of chemicals ran through hir. Shi shuddered as hir engorged shaft pulsed and dripped over hir smooth and toned belly. Hir breasts kept growing, large Enough now that they began rolling to the sides of hir body.
Then another question. It took Arnie longer to answer this time. Shi just could not focus. Mental impairment was normal and temporary for people using the drugs. But shi persevered, and the fog around hir mind lifted long enough that shi was able to answer both questions eleven and twelve without too much difficulty. There was another commercial break to build up the tension - would Arnie break the record?
By the time the show returned to its live broadcast, Arnie's breasts had grown to D-cups. Hir cock was also bigger, now thirteen inches according to the on-screen graphics charting hir progress for the viewers.Shi had came during the break, suddenly and without warning. Presently, the announcer was playing the clip of hir huge cum shot in slow motion. Hir surprised, pleasureable expression was also shown as a picture-on-picture.
By the time the announcer was ready to ask the thirteenth and potentially record-breaking question, Arnie's chest had been upgraded twice, from DD to E, and now the mountainous mammaries were bordering on F.
Arnie's mind swirled. She had lost hir focus during the long commercial break. Shi struggled just to understand the question when it was finally asked. The announcer repeated it sveral times without having to ask.
Arnie shuddered and moaned as shi struggled to answer. Shi knew it, damn it, but all that cam out of hir muzzle were pleasure-addled squeaks.
She heard the announcer counting down and gathered hir willpower. With one last-ditch effort, she managed to nearly scream an answer she hoped was correct.
"Four! Four!"
The studio fell eerily quiet then. The only noise came from ArnieA, as shi spontaneously came again. The load arced over hir head and splattered on the floor while more of hir slick juices dripped from hir hypersensitive pussy between hir legs.
Finally, the bell dinged. Arnie was barely concious of it, though shi somehow managed to answer not one, but two more questions ("Where were you born?" and "What is the name of this show?", respectively). Shi finally failed, answering "Fourteen" when asked how big hir cock was. Though all hir measurements were on the screen in front of hir, shi couldn't focus hir eyes long enough to read the number and had merely guessed.
Shi was off by seven inches.
After getting the question wrong, the clamps around hir wrists and legs undid themselves. Arnie immediately and shamelessly began to stroke hir massive erection with one paw and finger hir new pussy with the other, leading to a string of massive orgasms and howls that caused several audience members to wince.
The show ended with the credits rolling, superimposed over Arnie's transformed, hypersexual figure desperately cumming and still growing. It would take a while for the chemicals to finish their work on the tiger - not that shi minded, considering how many orgasms shi was giving hirself.
Arnie's eyes flashed open as shi stared at the camera. As the last of the credits rolled, shi brought a few sticky fingers to hir muzzle and sucked them clean with a luxurious flourish.
When the director stopped by the recovery room later to congratulate hir, he was surprised at hir question for him. He left, conferred with the show's producers and doctors, and finally returned with the good news.
"There are no rules or medical reasons you can't," he said. "So may I be the first to congratulate you as our first ever returning champion! You're already booked for next Tuesday."