The TG Challenge
A story about a nasty little show someone is trying to get produced. I had envisioned this to be something like ="http://www.furaffinity.net/user/danath">Danath's 'Questionable Content' series (which can be found in the scraps section on that page, and I highly advise reading if you enjoy a spot of hermogrification), but a lot meaner than that show. It'd be for people who like to see their character used, abused, and turned into sluts, but I'm not sure I'd get the volunteers, what with my crappy writing. There's a spot of mind control involved as well, which is how I like it.
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Cheesy music played. The graphics of the title sequence were low quality and slightly fuzzy - but they were planning on re-doing those later, once the series was commissioned The present graphics simply showed a Mars symbol, a deep red colour, rotating through 120 degrees, the colour shading to a light pink, and the arrow becoming the crossbars cross bars of a Venus symbol. Several Mars symbols shot into the frame, spearing into the open circle of the altered Venus symbol, and text appeared beneath:
The TG Challenge!
The camera swept over the cheering audience to a stage where the host, a big well built fox in a suit, grinned. "Hello and welcome to the first edition of The TG Challenge! In this VERY adult show" - the crowd whooped at that, and the host made several calming motions with his hands - "Two LUCKY challengers will be given the opportunity to win up to ten THOUSAND pounds - if they can pass the TG challenge!"
"So lets' say hello to our two contestants!"
He gestured to an enormous screen behind him, and the faces of two men appeared. One was a skunk, his white muzzle grinning at the camera, the other a doberman who smiled from the screen with one raised eyebrow. "Steven the skunk thinks he's manly enough to make it through, but Carl the dog says he'll make that sissy squeal!"
The crowd - mostly men - went wild, and the camera waved across them again. The host had to shout over them. "Only one of these two men gets put through the process for the opportunity to win ten thousand pounds - the other can only win one thousand, but they have far less at stake. So which of these two was up for the big money?"
Pink borders flickered on and off around the two photos, fast at first, then slowing to give the impression of a random decision. "Now, the challenge parts of the show are already filmed, but we thought you'd like to see what the contestants looked beforehand, and now you'll get a look at the transformation of... Steven!"
The pink border had stopped around the skunk. The grin seemed a little fixed now, thought the photo hadn't changed.
"So you'll get to see what became of Steven soon enough, but first let's welcome Carl onstage!"
The doberman bounded out from behind a wall, waving and grinning widely. He bowed to the cheering crowd and sat on a curved sofa beneath the screen. The host took a seat opposite, and spoke. "So Carl - please don't say who won the challenge - what did you think when they told you that you would be our normal contender?"
"Well," - the lithe dog sat back and stretched his arms out along the back of the cushions - "I couldn't help but think, I'd already won, whether I got the money or not!"
The furs of the crowd went wild. The host waved his hand back up at the screen, where a picture of Steven appeared - totally naked. Whoops and howls rose from the audience, and someone cried out, "I'd do him like that!"
The skunk was slim and not overly muscled. The white of his muzzle flowed down over his chest and stomach, ending with just over his genitals. He looked rather more apprehensive than he had in the previous photo, holding his hands as if he'd just been covering his penis.
"Now let's have a big hand for our other contestant - not Steven, but STACEY!"
A skunk stepped out from behind the wall, and the cheering, whooping and cat calling reached a new intensity. This skunk was obviously, abundantly female, although she was tottering on her high heels. Her hourglass figure was covered by a tight, clinging black dress, her bushy tail tied with a pink ribbon forming a bow on top. She looked at the howling mob before her, half hidden behind the bright lights, and quailed in fear.
The host's voice, enhanced by the microphone, sounded above the yelling furs. "Stacey, do you want to stay there while we explain what we did to you?"
The feminine skunk cringed as a head shot of her appeared above her, next to the photo of Steven, which zoomed in to just his head. The host spoke again. "So now you see the end results of the process! Let's go through exactly what our top doctors did to make Steven into Stacey!"
Red lines appeared on the male photo, outlining exactly where modifications had been made to the man. "First up, those eyes. We decided that the wide eyed innocent look would suit Stacey much better. A few tiny stitches with our patented sutures that dissolve after a week or so, and that manly look becomes a sultry come hither look!"
Now, there's not much we can do about that firm jawline without major surgery - but a few injections of saline puff out those cheeks, and who's looking at that? Not forgetting the way we pumped up her lips, making them so lovely and ready for kissing."
Beneath the screen, 'Stacey' flushed, her hand moving to cover up those bee-sting lips.
"And now something that I know you've all been waiting for - what we did to her chest!"
The photos disappeared from the screen, to be replaced with a still of Steven, wearing a pair of boxer shorts, secured to a metal table by straps over his arms and legs. His face was screwed up in apprehension. The picture was replaced, showing the next stage in the process. Large tubes came over the side of the table, branching out into more and more smaller capillaries before ending in tiny needles that speared into his chest. "Don't worry folks, first we injected aesthetic so he didn't feel a thing!"
The photos flickered as time was fast forwarded. Something blue dripped down the tubes and into Steven. As side view appeared, showing his chest slowly expand under the pressure. His expression changed as the growing flesh crept into his view become more panicked and distressed, but he didn't try to escape from the table and everything it was doing to him. "Our patented mixture you see going in there lets the skin stretch further than plain saline, and while it will pass through the body naturally, it'll take quite a while."
Now a short video showed Steven sitting on the operating table, one hand at his chest. The massive mounds of his breasts were soft and giving under his touch, and the pink of his swollen nipples poked through his white chest fur. "Now you see, in order to make them noticeable on that wide chest, we had to make them big, so Stacey here is sporting double Ds!"
The crowd whooped and hollered at that. Beneath the screen, Steven/Stacey tried to cover her chest. "But what about those curves, I hear you ask? We had to really go to town to give her that beautiful ba-DONK!"
More speed up footage. This time, Steven was strapped face down, the tubes leading into his buttocks and thighs. Slowly they grew, the fabric of his boxers stretching around his bloating flesh, until they finally ripped, falling around him in pieces and leaving him naked, his masculine head perched awkwardly on a feminine body.
"We also stuck in a 'sub-dermal corset' - another of our new patents, this is like a series of plates around that belly to pull it in and give it a more pleasing shape."
"So there she is! A woman who really knows what a man wants!"
The host bounded up to Stacey. "So how did it feel when you looked in the mirror once our doctors were done with you?"
He stuck the microphone in the skunk's face. When Stacey spoke, her voice was soft and girlish. "Uh, well, it was really weird-"
The fox yanked the microphone away and yelled into it, "And you hear that? That's our doctor's special touch, tightening the vocal chords to give a higher pitched voice!"
Now come on Stacey, and let's explain how this game was played!"
He gestured for Stacey to walk in front of him to the seats, and leered at her rear as she did so. Laughter followed them, and Stacey flushed.
Stacey sat next to Carl, who grinned at her. She bit her plump lip, crossing her legs and tucking her arms in, accidentally emphasising the hourglass shape and pushing her breasts together.
"The challenge is simple: our two competitors simply go on one date together - and then spend the night in a hotel room together with our cameras!"
The audience howled at that. The host shushed them, and said "So, how do they win the prize? It's simple: it's a race to orgasm! Whoever cums first is the looser - except if nobody cums, the TGed girl wins! And what's more, a little ring of sutures around the blood vessels of the penis mean she can't get hard, so it should be pretty much a guaranteed win for her - all she needs to do is keep her legs shut for ten grand!"
Stacey was now blushing furiously, looking down at the ground. Carl and the host looked at her lecherously. "Let's she just how that worked for her!"
The screen above dissolved into two panels: one showed Steven now Stacey, dressed in a similar skimpy dress with full make up and accessories walking towards a restaurant, looking like a hooker in a short gold dress with a cut-out that showed her cleavage, but a virgin in the way she walked. The other showed Carl in the restaurant, neatly turned out, sitting next to the host. "Now, the date's about to start," said the host. "Feeling nervous?"
"Not really," replied the doberman. "I know I can get any woman to cum."
The host laughed and clapped him on the back. "That's the spirit! But we thought you might like a hand."
He slipped something like a remote control into Carl's hand. "This controls a little implant we put into Stacey's neck. Every time you press it, it pumps a little dose of hormones and chemicals into her bloodstream. They're specially tuned to her system, and she can't stop what they do to her."
"Every time you press that button, she gets turned on. And the more you press, the hotter she gets until she's about ready to explode."
He slapped Carl of the back again. "So use sparingly - or not!"
Leaning close, he whispered in Carl's ear, "I advise hitting it the second she lays eyes on you."
Beneath the screen, Stacey was staring up, wide eyed. "You... drugged me?"
"It's all in the forms you signed," said the host. "Everything we did to you, you agreed to before hand."
"No," she said, getting to her feet. "I wouldn't ever have done last night if you hadn't drugged me! That wasn't me!"
"So," said the host, looking as if he'd been waiting for that. "Up till now you thought that was the kind of thing you'd do naturally?"
Stacey's facial fur ruffled and she sat down to howls from the audience.
Back on the screen, the host was leering over the transformed man, both of the stood outside the restaurant. "So Stacey," he asked, never once taking his eyes from her breasts, "How does it feel to be a hot babe like that?"
"Uncomfortable," she replied. "I never realised just how much hot women get stared at."
"With a rack like that, can you really blame us? Now get on in there - and have fun!"
With that, he shoved her through the door - by putting his hand on the skunks arse and squeezing it as she moved.
She stumbled a little as she walked through the crowded tables, looking for her date. As she saw him, her eyes could be seen to widen on screen, and the dress tightened as she breathed in sharply.
Beneath the screen, Carl leaned forward and whispered to the host: "That's when I first hit the button. You were right, it was the perfect time!"
Beside him, Stacey twitched in anger.
The screen had skipped forward in time. The two were now eating. Carl was having a steak, while Stacey, her stomach compressed by the corset, stuck to a light salad.
"So, 'Stacey', this whole challenge thing."
She looked up. She only glanced at him, but the way she flushed every time she laid eyes on him was plain to see. "What about it?"
"Don't you think it's a bit stupid? I mean, they're not going to let me molest you on film or anything. It's pretty much a guaranteed win for you."
She glanced up again. In the studio, Carl said, "That's when I hit it again."
"Well, yeah," said Stacey. "I'm not going to have sex with you. No way." Her voice caught on the last word.
"Heh, that's fine. Just let me know, am I your kind of guy?"
"What?"
"I mean, if we weren't in the middle of a ridiculous competition, would you consider fucking me?"
One of the dog's hands was beneath the table. It was obvious what he was doing from the was Stacey twitched and gulped. "I, er, I don't, um, what?"
"You're gay, right? Or bi. Be a bit stupid to come on otherwise, given that you could end up having to seduce and fuck a man, not just turn one down."
Stacey started at her salad. "Yeah. I'm- sounds silly, looking at my tits, but I'm gay."
"So. Would you fuck me?"
"Well. Not on a first date."
"Ah, so there would be a second date. Good."
He swallowed a mouthful of wine. His was red, his date having a white. "I can't say that your my type, because of all the work they've done to you, but you seem nice enough."
"Nice enough?" The skunk raised her voice and stared at him for the first time. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Carl waved his hand to brush her objections away. "It means that I can't see the real you, right here. Sure, you've got a great body right there, but you're obviously not comfortable, I can't tell what you're really like. The real you," he poked the air with a fork that had a bite of steak on the end, "has been buried under tits and ass."
"Oh. Well." She looked back at her food, and shook her head. Her breathing seemed a bit heavy. "I supposed... that's sweet, actually."
Carl grinned, and snapped the steak off his fork.
The picture froze, and the flipped back to the three sitting on the stage. "So, Carl," asked the host, "that's a pretty neat game plan. Act all concerned while hitting the hormone button? Nice!"
Carl leaned back and laughed. Stacey had at this point crossed her arms and was glowering at the doberman. "Yeah, it was pretty simple," he said. "Every time I turned her on, she thought it was her getting hot at me being caring and thoughtful. Perfect!"
"I can't believe you were manipulating me like that. You bastard," she spat. "I thought you actually cared about me, when you were-"
"-Pushing your buttons?" The host got a ripple of laughter from the audience for that, and the skunk crossed her arms, furious.
"So, we've cut a lot of the boring parts of the date here. For more access, you can buy a full view account on our website, TG-Challenge.com! But don't worry, we'll go back to the exciting part of the date..."
"We've paid for a hotel for Stacey while she's 'transformed', and it's only gentlemanly of Carl to walk her back to her door..."
The hotel on the screen was a high quality one. Carl and Stacey walked down the wide halls, the dog supporting her as she tottered slightly on her heels. They stopped in front of her door, and she pulled the key card out of her purse. "Well, this is me. I suppose... it's been a better night than I thought it would be. Thank you."
"My pleasure."
From the angle the camera was at, the audience could see Carl slip his had into his back pocket and activate the remote. Stacey's pupils widened again. "Why... no."
"What's wrong?"
"I was going to ask you to come in, but that's just stupid. I can't do anything with you."
Carl rested one hand on her shoulder, the other still in his back pocket. "Well, if you really, really don't want to..."
Stacey trembled, her door open a crack. "You're really horny, aren't you?" asked Carl.
She nodded, not looking at him.
"Well, Maybe I can help you with that."
She looked at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly turned down. "But-"
"We have to play the game. Whoever cums first loses, remember? So if you give me a hand job, or a blowjob, then you've won! And I can get you off, however you want."
She bit her lip. "You'd... let me win?"
"Hey." He stroked her face, the fur ruffling under his finger. "It'd be worth a thousand pounds to look down and see your face between my legs. And you have more to loose, and I think... I don't want to see that happen."
Beneath the screen, Stacey was turned away from the two men. Her face was screwed up tightly, her head hung low. Carl and the host, on the other hand were laughing out loud.
On screen, Stacey slowly nodded her head, and whispered, "Okay."
There were several cameras in the room, one above the bed looking down, one at the foot of the bed, one on either side ans well as one by the door that could cover the whole room. It was this one that was active as the couple entered the room. The crowd went wild as they saw Stacey and Carl kiss franticly, tongues and mouths locked together.
It was Carl who broke off the kiss and said, "Get naked."
Stacey nodded. Her ears twitched in time to her heartbeat. She turned away and Carl could be seen to move quickly, taking the remote out of his back pocket, while at the same time stripping off his shirt. He didn't fully take it off his left hand, letting him hide the remote in the folds of the cloth.
Stacey meanwhile kicked off her high heels, and fiddled with the neck of her dress. It zipped down a way, and the top fell forward. Now facing a camera, for a second her breasts were visible before she covered the up again, her hand holding the gold cloth close to her chest.
"Here," said Carl, reaching out with his free hand. "Do you want me to get that?"
He didn't wait for an answer, but pulled the zip down the rest of the way. Stacey caught it as it fell around her, concealing her chest and crotch. They obviously hadn't given her any panties to wear.
Slowly, she turned. The crowd whooped and howled as her brush and naked rear came into view, rounded to perfection by the injection procedure. The clamour in the studio contrasted with the silence in the hotel room as Carl pulled her dress away, slowly.
The camera switched to a view just over his shoulder. Stacey let the dress flow through her hands as he pulled it, gradually revealing her breasts, with her nipples standing proud and firm in arousal. He tugged more, and her hand moved with it, finally leaving her naked. Her flaccid cock twitched fast, in time with her racing heart.
"Wow," said Carl. "You must be the perfect shemale."
At that, Stacey gasped and trembled. Her expression was too confused to read, shame and fear fighting the arousal and primal desire. Then it was obvious Carl had clicked again, because the basic need for sex won. Clear pre cum dribbled from her cock as she fell to her knees between his legs.
He unzipped himself, and pulled his cock between his flies. Her eyes lidded and heavy, Stacey sucked it into her mouth. Carl moaned and leant back.
The camera switched to a view from the side. Stacey's big black and white brush tail was slowly falling down towards the floor, giving a better view of the action. Her head bobbed in the lap of the dog, one hand on his leg to support herself, the other at the base of his dick. Her red lips could be seen momentarily, glistening with a sheen of saliva, and her eyes were heavily lidded.
The audience had started to whoop and holler when the blowjob had started, but as it went on, they quieted down. Only the liquid sounds could be heard in the studio. Some were visibly embarrassed to be watching, but others had looks of glee on their faces.
After a few minutes, Carl tapped Stacey of the back of her head. "Hey, time to switch positions."
It was obvious that Stacey wasn't thinking about her actions now. Her breath was ragged and heavy, her movements shaky, and eyes half closed. Carl helped her up onto the bed, but glanced at the camera and waved his had hidden by his shirt. Twice.
Stacey crashed forward to the bed, crying out in lust. Her shoulders pushed into the sheets, but her legs stayed in place, meaning her rear and tail were thrust up in the air. Her hand shot between her legs, fondling her limp dick and balls, spattering the fur of her legs with the clear pre.
Carl took advantage of her lust, positioning himself behind her and pointing his cock the the ring of her anus. He grinned widely at the camera, and then grabbed her tail and pushed his hips forward. Stacey moaned as he penetrated her and started thrusting away.
Carl thrust hard into her, angling himself differently as the lust-maddened shemale cried out beneath him, trying to find out the ways that hit her vulnerable spots. Eventually, he pulled her up to sit on his lap and thrust that way, his cloth-bound hand holding her body up while his free hand played with her bountiful breasts.
That was enough to hit her prostate and set her off. She let out a long, warbling moan and shook like she was fitting, before her entire body flexed and the released, flexed and released, flexed and released. Thick white semen began to dribble out of her dick, splattering between her black furred legs and Carl's trousers, which he hadn't bothered to take off.
Carl smiled over her shoulder. She leant back against him, and brushed his hair. "Oh, god," she whispered. "That was the best I've ever..."
She trailed off. Carl was still gently thrusting into her. She rolled with the thrusts, biting her lip. "So, do you want me to come in you now?"
Stacey's eyes flew open. "What? Oh god. OH GOD!"
Now the audience was laughing, cruelly.
She jumped off his cock and scampered across the bed, pawing at her crotch as if scraping off her semen would mean she hadn't come. "NO! I can't do the forfeit! I can't!"
Beneath the screen, Stacey opened here eyes. She froze, not shaking with anger as she had been.
The scene was replaced by the set again. "So you can see that it was a definite win to Carl there, although Stacey certainly enjoyed herself!"
"So Carl, how do you feel to have won? And more importantly, did Stacey let you finish off in her?"
Carl laughed. "It's fantastic! But not as sweet as when I talking her into letting me leave a load up her arse!"
The host sniggered along with the audience. "Glad to hear it! So here are your winnings-" he handed Carl a wad of cash "-and now onto the part of show that everyone in the audience has been waiting for!"
He stood and grabbed Stacey's arm, dragging her to stand on the centre of the stage. "You see, we decided that simply being sissyfied like this wasn't quite enough. There had to be some penalty for loosing, too. And this is it: one lucky audience member gets to spend the night with Stacey here! So that lucky guy in seat G18, come on down!"
A spotlight fell on a gangly llama in the audience, who leapt up to cheers from the audience. He raced down the steps to the stage and threw his arms up in celebration.
"No. NO!"
Stacey was creeping back, hands tugging at the hem of her dress, trying to cover herself more. "I won't do it! I WON'T!"
But the she shivered, a tiny gasp falling from her lips. The host was standing behind her, the remote clutched in his hand. "No-one cares what you want, slut. You signed the forms, couldn't you guess how this was going to end?"
The concentrated hormones coursing through her system overwhelmed the skunk's mind. She collapsed on her knees, thoughts fragmented and broken by the all controlling desire for sex. The host grinned widely and tossed the remote over the confused shemale's head to the llama. "There's enough juice in there to keep her in a sex trance all night, so go enjoy yourself!"
As the stumbling skunk was lead away, a pre cum stain already appearing on her dress, the host turned back to the camera. "Stacey will be back to Steve in a week, with only memoriesof her wonderful time as a shemale left behind, but we'll be back - all we need is a couple of willing vvolunteers So ask yourself: are you man enough to beat the TG Challenge?"