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The following are the 17 current episodes of Questionable Content. QC is a gameshow I run on a livestream on an irregular basis. I randomly pick a person in the livestream chat to be on the show. They answer questions in order to get more doses of chemicals that transform them in a variety of wild ways. Almost all of the transformations include gendershifting into herms.

I didn't think uploading each episode individually would be worthwhile, so instead you're getting all 17 at once - about 150,000 words of gooey, sticky, sploogey TF porn, encompassing every fetish from muscle to fat to taur to hyper to goo to most everything else.

PS: If you have good ideas for the Wheel of Fate, let me know in the comments.

All characters are (C) their owners.

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EPISODE 1

Please welcome to the stage... Nuclear Fusion!

The cross fox stood up and headed down to the main stage area. The spotlights searched him out and trained on him as the audience went wild.

The host grinned at the fox as he climbed up the stairs to the stage, and the music quieted down. He held the microphone up to the fox.

"So, what's your name, where you from?"

"Well, my name is Zev, and I'm from Canada, that frozen north of wonder."

"Great! You excited to play?"

"Yes! Yes I am!"

"Alright, well let's get you strapped up while I explain the rules to the folks at home."

The host - also a fox - began to explain the rules as Zev clambered into the hospital bed. A technician and nurse strapped him in - loosely - and inserted the IV full of chemicals after prepping his arm with a few cleaners.

"You all know the rules! For every correct answer, our contestant receives a dose of our patented transformational serum! Answer wrong, and it's all over - except for what's already changed, of course." Finished with the explanation, the host fox turned to the contestant fox and nodded.

"All right! Let's play... Questionable Content!"

The lights flashed again and the music came up for a moment, before the host pulled out a card and read the first question.

"Question 1: In what movie was the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow discussed?"

Zev gave the correct answer, and the lights flashed some more as the audience applauded. The first few drips of the chemical solution that would induce the transformation flowed into the red-furred fox's arms. His long brown hair hung off the end of the bed as he tried to relax.

He didn't notice much at first - just a gentle warmth traveling from his elbow up to his shoulder that caused his russet fur to stand on end. Zev licked his lips, which grew dry under the hot studio lights, as he waited for the next question. The results wouldn't be too noticeable until the third question - that was when they really began to kick in.

"Question 2: What's the name of the song playing?" the host asked, as a song played over the PA system.

"Fuck You?"

"Correct!"

Again, the lights flashed, and more of the chemical dripped through the IV into Zev's body. The warm feeling grew in intensity, sped more quickly through his veins by his pounding heartbeat. He was getting excited, especially since the questions were easy so far, despite the difficulty in hearing because of the loud studio audience.

His red fur was taking on an unusual tinge, though he wasn't sure if it was simply the studio lights. Zev shook his head and tried to focus on the next question, though it was difficult - laying on the table naked except for a small towel over his midsection was causing a bit of nervousness.

Zev's nose itched, and he wished he could scratch it, but settled for scrunching up his black muzzle and hoping the host would hurry up already and think of the next question.

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

"Alexander Mackenzie?"

"Yes! I'll take your word for it."

Again the drips. The steady warmth continued to grow in intensity. Zev could tell his fur was definitely changing hue. He looked into a monitor hanging over his bed, showing him what he looked like, and saw that the red was lightening and turning into a shade of brown.

The fur around his neck was also beginning to grow, and take on a darker shade than the rest, turning from red to a deep brown. Zev clenched and unclenched his paws as he felt a tightness in his chest, and inhaled deeply, trying to stretch it out. The tightness spread across his pecs and down to his belly and thighs by the time the host asked the next question.

"Question 4: In what year did Canada officially break away from the monarchy of England?"

Zev looked at the host strangely. "That question is really really vague. Technically they are still part of the common wealth, and so they haven't broken away from the monarchy. The constitution was brought over in 1982, though, which would be the closest thing to 'free of the monarchy.'"

The host sputtered a little and regained his composure. "Uh... correct!"

In his head, the host decided drawing upon his limited knowledge of Canadian history for questions would no longer be feasible.

Meanwhile, as the host tried to come up with questions, Zev changed more rapidly as the drugs flowed through his body.

He watched himself on screen with interest. The ring of fur around his neck and shoulders was definitely turning into a mane. Hair grew from the sides of his face and chin as well, slowly completing the effect. His muzzle faded into a shade of light brown, almost golden, to match the rest of his body.

Along his shoulders and arms, he could feel a strange tingle. He shifted against the loose restraints as the tingle rapidly spread across his chest and down to his belly, replacing the tightness he'd felt before. Zev let out a small moan as his sheath bulged under the towel and he curled his toes. He breathed heavily as the feeling soon passed, but it meant the drugs were beginning to affect his arousal. In fact, he was so focused on the gentle throbbing in his sheath he nearly missed the fifth question.

"Question 5: In what place did the USA finish in men's hockey in the last Olympic games?"

"Second, if I remember correctly," Zev said, taking a few minutes to answer as he tried to keep his composure.

"Absolutely right!"

Zev ignored the flashing lights this time as more of the drugs sped through his system. He watched in fascination as his chest rose and fell slowly with each breath, each inhalation causing the musculature forming in his pecs to become more and more visible. His neck was thicker and his shoulders broader; even his legs felt stronger, and he pulled at the restraints as his changing body became more and more leonine.

He licked his nose - now a bright pink, rather than dark black - and flicked his tail out to the side. Instead of the fluffy red and black fox tail he was used to, he had a narrow golden lion-tail with a tuft of dark brown on the end, the same shade as his mane.

Zev moaned a little more loudly as his sheath bulged again, causing the towel to rise noticeably into the air. He panted heavily, trying to keep it under control for the next question, but as the towel continued to rise, he knew he was facing a losing battle against the arousing effects of the drugs in his body.

"Question 6: The day after yesterday is what?"

"Today?"

"Correct!"

Zev gasped as he felt more of the fluid drip into his arm through the IV. He could feel his arms pull against the restraints of their own accord, as even laying them down against the bed they were much thicker than when he had started, and caused his wrists to stay higher in the air.

For a moment, he worried that he would have to stop playing the guitar if his arms got much larger...

The former fox shuddered as a wave of pleasure rushed through him. His thick maleness pushed out of his sheath slowly and inched up his lower belly, like a snake beneath the towel that still somehow covered him. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as the cloth rubbed over the sensitive organ, and his belly tightened, displaying the newly formed and impressive set of abdominal muscles.

Zev lifted his head and looked down at himself. His chest was thicker and broader, he could tell, and each pec was round and hard. His nipples were pink and thicker than before, but stretched by the tightness of his skin as the muscles under his pelt continued to build upon themselves. He made them dance and grinned as they bounced up and down, but he was distracted by the host's next question.

"Question 7: Name four of George Carlin's Seven Dirty Words you can't say on television."

"*!&$, *#(@, $@(*, &$*#."

"Yes! Shit, fuck, cunt, and piss are four of the words you should never ever say on TV or in a live stream on WatchTail."

By this point, the amount of the chemical entering Zev's system was beginning to snowball. The changes were happening more quickly and effectively the more questions he correctly answered.

His biceps bulged noticeably after this latest answer, along with his thighs and calves. Despite the thick pelt coating his large figure, the musculature beneath was showing nicely. A camera operator zoomed in on Zev's chest as it rose and fell more quickly. In the bottom of the shot, the bulge of the lion's erection jerked beneath the towel. At the top of the shot was Zev's dark mane.

Zev groaned as his maleness thickened up considerably. The towel clung to it still, draped over the length, but it was not wide enough to cover it all. The large ebony crown peeked out one side, while his heavy, oval balls were revealed on the other end. A short trickle of pre-cum leaked into his belly fur as he lifted his hips, stretching out his legs and clenching his rump, which dimpled nicely for the cameras. The camera panned from his chest down his length, which was dancing nicely for the audience.

The lion looked up at the screen charting his progress. There was a before picture, from when he'd first got on the bed. The numbers didn't lie - he'd gained about 60 kilos in weight and at least 45 centimeters in height. His shoulders were so broad by now they hung off the edge of the bed, and the technician had to come by and loosen the restraints holding his arm in place so that he wouldn't tear it off the bed.

"Question 8: What is H20?"

"W... wa... water!" the lion gasped.

He groaned as the fresh load of chemicals dripped into his arm. The six-pack on his belly rippled, and in a few moments a few more packs were showing up beneath the fur. His hips went taut as he flexed his whole body, groaning at the pleasure coursing through his enlarged form. The thick mane surrounding his face reached down to the nipples of his chest at this point, and in the back had nearly replaced all of his long brown hair from before.

Lashing his tail to the side, the lion made his cock jerk, all he could at the moment as the long shaft began to harden more quickly. The head reached halfway up his belly, past the bellybutton and all the deep cuts in his pelt where his abdomen shivered. The erection was as thick as his wrist, a substantial slab of maleness. The heavy balls connected to the shaft rode on top of his tree-trunk thighs, covered with a soft layer of white fuzz.

The viewing audience got a treat as the lion's shaft rose slowly into the air, stiffening considerably, until it was pointing at a spot just above his nose. The maleness dripped a steady drizzle of pre-cum now, which soaked into the large male's chest fur. Still growing, the head crept further up the lion's enlarged body, until it began dripping into the valley between his engorged pecs. The pre-cum ran in rivulets down his sleek fur and off his sides, into the sheets of the hospital bed beneath him.

"Question 9: At what temperature does water boil?"

Zev moaned and jerked on the bed, desperately wanting to wrap a hand around the maleness jutting from between his legs.

"One... hundred... cel... cel... celsius!"

The lion managed to gasp out the answer, followed by a large shot of pre-cum that landed in his large, dark brown mane. He groaned lustily as his body grew more quickly yet, visibly bulging outwards now as the muscle growth continued unabated. His neck, already hidden by his mane, had disappeared into his thick shoulders. His belly rippled, with bulges of muscle going all the way around his sides up to his armpits.

His shaft seemed to get thicker every time it throbbed. The heavy meat couldn't support itself in the air after a few minutes, and slowly lowered until it was laying against his belly and chest once more.

Zev's brain spun as lust surged through him. He wanted desperately to get off. He felt like his balls - each as big as a cantaloupe - were going to burst if he didn't cum soon. The bed was getting much too small for his frame as well, and even the technician was looking at the hospital gurney with trepidation as it groaned beneath the squirming, muscular lion on top of it.

"Question 10: Where is the Taj Mahal?"

The lion's muzzle opened and shut a few times, but no sound came out.

"The Taj Mahal?" the host prompted, glancing at the camera and nodding knowingly. This ought to be good.

"Asia... Asia somewhere!" the lion gasped, trying not to lose himself in the lovely pressure building in the root of his cock.

"Can you be more specific?"

It was too late. The lion couldn't answer another question, and he lurched against the restraints. They were connected to bolts attached to the frame of the gurney, and they ripped out with a groan almost as loud as the lion's.

Finally able to get his paws around the huge male meat dripping musky pre-cum over his chest, the lion wasted no time in wrapping both palms around the engorged stalk, sliding his soft paw pads up and down the sleek pink length heavily.

He was so focused on cumming, on emptying his aching, swollen balls, that he completely ignored the host's repeated question.

"After nine questions, Zev, ladies and gentleman!"

He wasn't so happy, a moment later, when the huge lion roared and came, sending a shower of thick white seed unexpectedly in his direction. Thick drops of heavily-scented lion cum soaked into the fur on his neck and ran down the back of his expensive suit coat in rivulets.

"We'll... we'll be right back after these commercial messages!" the fox said. When the camera cut away, he pulled off his jacket and reached for a proffered towel as the massive lion was wheeled off, still blasting streams of cum from his pink erection.

After the break, the fox appeared again in front of the cameras, wearing a new suit. Unfortunately, the make-up assistant had missed a spot, and there was a thick glob of lion cum still hanging on the tuft of fur on his red cheek.

"Let's get our next contestant on the stage!" he said, and the cameras panned the audience, spotlights flashing. Off camera, an assistant quickly ran out to clean off the fox.

"Please welcome to the stage... PORSCHE!"

The cameras focused on a member of the audience rising to his... feet?

Porsche was a naga and covered with thick brown scales. His upper torso was broader than the rest of his body, which tapered down from his waist into a snake-like tail. The naga's head was surrounded by a hood, similar in shape to a cobra's. Green eyes sat to the sides of a blunt muzzle, squared off at the end with two small nostrils. His tongue, forked at the tip, flicked out now and again as he made his way down the stairs. His sinuous body didn't have difficulty with the sharp corners, fortunately.

The fox greeted the naga as he slithered onto the stage.

"So, where are you from, Porsche?" he asked, as the technician and nurse guided the large naga to the hospital gurney.

"I am from Deutschland, a little town called Ssssstuttgart!" the naga said, grinning broadly into the camera. He waved one of his arms, before it was strapped in by the nurse. He hissed a little at the IV, but returned his gaze to the fox eagerly.

"You ready to play Questionable Content?" the fox asked, turning towards the audience as the applause sign lit up.

"Yessss, I am!" Porsche said. His tongue flicked again, and already the towel laying across his lower belly was starting to shift around.

"Looks like Porsche is excited," the fox said to the camera, grinning broadly. "Let's begin! Question 1: What color is oxygen-free blood?"

The host smiled at the camera. "While we wait for the answer, some questions today were provided by Dragonien. Thanks to dragons like Dragonien, questions are no longer half-assed!"

"Ehhh, it is a very deep red, for humanssss..."

The fox paused before replying. "Yes!"

The lights flashed and the IV began it's slow drip. Porsche's tail-tip flicked gently as the warmth spread through his arm. He hissed a little at the tingling as it spread slowly through him, and leaned his hooded head back against the pillow. The scales on his chest and belly, a slightly lighter shade than the rest of him, glistened in the studio lights. There wasn't much effect yet, but the tingling remained constant in the naga and he clenched his fingers.

"Next question: Name two noble gasses from the Periodic Table."

The audience quieted as the lights dimmed, and the cameras focused on the naga's eyes and muzzle.

"Argon and krypton," came the immediate response.

"Yes!" said the fox. The lights flashed over the audience and around the studio as more of the drugs dripped through the IV.

Porsche let out a hiss of pleasure as the tingling intensified momentarily. He could sense something happening beneath his tight-knit scales and smiled broadly as he clenched his fingers again, pressing the white claws capping the stubby digits into his palms.

The towel covering his midsection slipped off his smooth scales and fell to the floor, giving the cameras an early peek at his arousal. No sheath, as there would be normally on a mammal. The naga had instead a cock slit, like a vertical, smooth incision in his scales, from which was poking three or four inches of light pink maleness. The head was pointed at the tip, with three or four deep ridges forming the rest of the head. Below that, the length was smooth save for a few veins.

The fox grinned and pulled out a card for the next question after taking a few peeks himself at the naga.

"Okay, Porsche. Question 3: Who was the second president of the United States?" the fox asked, hoping this contestant was an American.

"John Adamsss," the naga replied.

"Correct!"

Again, the steady drip, and the subtle changes in the naga's complexion. Porsche's scales were gradually becoming lighter in color, starting from the peak of the hood around his head, until they matched the scales on his chest, belly, and under his muzzle. Those scales, in turn, were turning a bright shade of white.

Porsche's chest grew a little, pushing outwards in two spots. Though nipples nor breasts were common on non-mammals, it appeared the drugs had taken this into account and were making the necessary changes to induce the growth.

The fox cleared his throat, and the music quieted down for the next question.

"Question 4: Where in America is Napa Valley, the home of a large amount of wine cultivation?"

The naga grinned. "Noh-than Calley-foh-nya," he said, altering his accent to reflect the famous governor of that state.

"Absolutely right!"

The fourth question was where most contestants really began to show their changes, and the naga was no exception

Porsche's chest pushed outwards more rapidly, quickly developing into a pair of B-cup breasts. A thick nipple capped each, made of tiny, finer scales than found elsewhere on the naga's body.

Below, his belly was slimming down somewhat, though considering the naga's lack of hips, it wasn't quite as noticeable as it would have been otherwise.

Each breast was covered with the white scales, and as they continued to steadily, slowly grow, the scales grew more fine and smaller - and more sensitive. As the cool air of the studio ran over the naga's changing body, shi shuddered. Hir maleness, already quite thick, pushed free from hir cock slit by a few more inches, giving the audience a good view of the maleness as it lay across hir smooth belly scales.

As the changes continued, the fox held up the next question.

"Question 5: Who originally sang the hit song, 'American Pie'?"

The naga barely hesitated, despite the growing pleasure - and pressure - in hir loins.

"Don McLean."

"Yes!"

Again, the sound of an affirmative ding rang through the studio. Porsche was definitely feeling the effects of the serum now, as his maleness continued to expand and grow.

Below the cock slit, however, a second slit formed. It was nearly imperceptible on camera, just a telltale black line beneath the cock slit, but Porsche knew what it was immediately, and hir white-scaled cheeks blushed under the camera's lights as shi realized everyone could see it.

Still, the naga shivered as hir breasts continued to expand. Shi hissed again, loudly, and flicked hir tongue out over hir scales, discovering shi couldn't quite reach the firm nub capping the large mounds.

Hir shaft began to ache pleasurably as it lay across hir belly, and soon a few drops of clear pre-cum dripped from the pointed tip. Porsche leaned hir head back and squirmed awkwardly as new, pleasant tingles began to tease hir feminine slit.

"Question 6," the host continued. "Where is Buckingham Palace?"

"Westminster, London," came the quick reply, and the host nodded affirmatively. The lights flashed once more and the audience applauded as more drugs entered hir system.

Thanks to the show's tight time-schedule, the transformations of its contestants had to be rapid. The naga responded especially well to the concoctions, and hir heavy breasts were quickly swelling into the D-cup range.

The thickly-ridged cock head crawled ever upwards, leaving a trail of pre-cum along the naga's white belly. Shi moaned and hir lower half writhed back and forth, but several additional broad straps had been used to make sure shi wouldn't be able to coil hir body around and gain relief from the arousal building steadily in hir loins.

The cool air teased at hir feminine slit, and shi gasped when it began to puff up, exposing the sensitive lips. Shi ached for friction at that point, anything to satiate the tingling desire spreading throughout hir entire body, but with hir arms and tail strapped down to prevent just that, shi didn't have much hope until shi finished answering the questions.

"Aaaand we'll be right back after these commercial messages!"

Upon returning from the break, the naga's figure had changed dramatically. Hir belly narrowed more noticeably now, leading into a pair of breasts much too large to not hang over the sides of hir chest, so that they could be visible from behind. Shi was moaning heavily, constantly now, as hir thick maleness throbbed meatily, drizzling a steady stream of pre-cum onto hir smooth scales. It was larger, and darker in color, turning a near purple shade as the head expanded, adding another deep ridge beneath the rest.

The host nodded at the camera and read out the next question.

"Question 7: Where was the 44th President of the United States, George W. Bush, born?"

"Connecticut."

"Yes!"

Another shot of the drugs swept through Porsche's body. Shi moaned deliciously as hir maleness continued to grow. Soon the ridged head was pushing between hir heavy breasts. The shaft was narrow at he base, where it entered hir cock slit, and thickened considerably towards the middle, before narrowing again slightly as it ran up to the pointed head. The shaft was substantially darker than the rest of hir body and the high contrast it provided only illuminated how big the naga was getting.

Porsche shuddered as more thick pre-cum poured from the tip and ran down hir sides, slipping off hir smooth scales easily, leaving only a bright sheen behind. Hir arousal was enough to cloud hir thinking, and shi was finding it more difficult to answer the questions correctly. Hir new feminine slit was engorged, puffed outwards lewdly, and the cameras hovered close above for several good shots as shi shifted hir lower body back and forth, wriggling hir length to try and achieve some satisfaction.

As hir thick cock pushed between hir breasts, shi cried out with delight. A thick stream of pre-cum flowed down hir cleavage and ran out over hir lower neck as shi tried to pull hirself together for the next question.

"Question 8: Who invented the telephone?" the host asked, taking care to move a few feet back from he writhing naga, remembering the shower he'd received from the last contestant.

The naga bit hir lower lip and closed hir eyes, struggling to form the words. Shi knew the answer, but the tingling in hir new tits, the aching in hir shaft, and the unrelenting desire to get something inside hir new pussy made it impossible to answer correctly.

"APPLE!" shi cried out, as an even thicker load of pre-cum burst into the space between hir breasts.

The buzzer sounded, and the technician immediately released the restraints on the naga's wrists and lower tail.

As the announcer spoke, announcing the loss, Porsche was interested in little else but grasping hir newly enlarged shaft and jerking it as hard as shi could. The small, tight scales on hir palms had always been suitable before; now, hardly able to wrap both hands around hir erection, shi cried out with delight.

Porsche's narrow tail tip swung around as shi coiled up on hirself, and shi drove the tip into hir new feminine slit. The lewd behavior didn't shock the fox, but several in the audience watching made a few moans of happiness at the display.

Satisfied with hir thick maleness and aching feminine slit, the naga leaned over hir chest, hir agile body well-adapted to this sort of behavior, an shi began to suckle on hir own new teats, using hir squared-off muzzle and long forked tongue to lavishly slather each sensitive, thick teat.

The combination of stimuli was more than enough to cause the naga to cum in a shower of seed. Thick jets of cum sprayed between the oversized tits, coating the tight scales with seed.

An errant stream arced across the stage, and splattered on top of the hosts head as he was wrapping up his explanation. The fox whirled around, just as another stream landed on the bridge of his muzzle, and he dropped the microphone before storming angrily off-stage. The music started up, and the show quickly cut to a commercial, with Porsche still frantically stroking hirself and using hir tail in the most unusual way in the background.

Freshly pressed, cleaned, and with no residual white fluid this time, the fox was ready to continue, though doubting his chosen profession at the moment. Still, he was a professional.

The host grinned for the camera as he read off the next randomly-chosen name. "Come on down, Chibi Zombie Kitty!"

The contestant was a Scottish Fold feline with light fur and blonde long hair. Her blunt muzzle creased into a large smile as she quickly stood up. Walking down the steps from the bleacher-like audience seats, she had to be careful not to trip over the broad jeans she wore that came down past her ankles. The feline also wore a sweater with teal and black horizontal stripes.

She stepped onto the stage and grinned expectantly at the fox. As they waited for her to disrobe and climb onto the hospital bed, where the nurse prepped her arm for the IV, the host explained... The Wheel.

It was large and rickety, like the giant wheel on the Price is Right. There were several options:

1. Muscle
2. Dt (big dick, small tits)
3. Td (big tits, small dick)
4. DT
5. No Option
6. Audience Choice
7. Pick Two

The host turned towards CZK. "Would you like to spin the wheel, in exchange for two free doses of our patented transformational chemicals?" he asked. "In exchange, you must accept whatever fate The Wheel gives you."

CZK thought for a moment... than nodded.

"Our contestant has chosen to spin The Wheel!" the host fox said happily, beaming into the camera.

He grabbed hold of one of the spokes on the wheel and turned towards CZK, who was laying comfortably on the bed, watching.

"Are you ready, CZK?"

"Oh, I am!"

The host smiled hugely and spun the wheel. It clacked around, making a racket in the suddenly quiet studio. The audience watched from their seats, spellbound as the huge wheel kept going... and going... slowly grinding to a halt, until it landed on...

Five.

No option.

The audience, expecting theatrics, was a little disappointed, but the host quickly reminded them that the contestant would receive two free shots of the drugs before the questions began, accelerating her transformation.

"It'll still be quite the show!" he promised, as the first two doses were administered.

CZK felt a little tingle, then more, as the double-dose of the transformational drugs began to move through her system. Her small chest rose and fell, naked nipples hard in the cool air of the studio.

Over her hips, there was a small white towel, draped to conceal her nether regions. She blushed as the cameras moved in for a closeup, and her small white ears folded over on themselves even more as the blush spread across her cheeks.

"All right, Chibi Zombie Kitty," the host said, ignoring the ridiculousness of the name. "Question 1, courtesy of Dragonien: Name two of the original seven wonders of the world."

CZK's eyes crossed for a moment, and she uttered a weird "derp" sound before replying. "The Great Pyramids and the Hanging Gardens?"

"Yes!" the announcer said, and he nodded to the technician to administer the next dose.

The gradual tingling that had been building in CZK's body suddenly grew much faster. The third dose caused a slow swelling of her chest, growing them smoothly at least a cup size as she watched. Because all three doses had been administered so close together, the changes were visible on camera even more than usual.

Under the towel, the feline shifted her hips. A low yowl escaped her lips as she felt a pressure build between her legs, at the "Y" where her thighs met.

"Next question!" the host said, continuing despite her obvious discomfort. "Question 2: Where did ninjas or "shinobi" originate?"

Chibi Zombie Kitty grinned cutely up at the camera, hamming it up a little. "Nyah!" shi said. "Japan?"

The host nodded. "Yes! Correct!"

The bell sounded, indicating a correct answer, and the fourth dose of chemicals was administered.

The discomfort in CZK's crotch grew. It focused just above her feminine folds. She wanted to reach down, to squeeze it, but with her paws strapped to the sides of the bed, she couldn't. She jerked her hips up into the air, thrusting blindly, and as shi did, a sudden growth pushed upwards at the towel.

CZK let out a long, low moan of pleasure as the pressure was suddenly released. Beneath the towel, the unmistakable ridge of a male shaft pulsed heavily, spearing the towel into the air, at least six inches long and half that in thickness. The shaft was large and full, but there were no signs beneath the towel of a pair of testes to go with it.

Though she wanted nothing more at this point than to explore her new endowment, the feline was distracted by the host.

"Question Three!" he said, grinning as he noticed the sizable bulge beneath the small towel. "Where is the Statue of Liberty?"

"New York!" CZK replied, still mostly preoccupied with the thick length sliding upwards along hir lower belly - as well as the growing sensitivity in her swollen nipples.

"Correct!"

Another few drops of the fluid dripped from the IV down into CZK's arm. The feline moaned as the warm feeling intensified, tingling all over. Between her legs, a pair of male testes formed. They started small, at first, but grew quickly to the size of FDA-approved AA eggs. Coated with fine white fur, the same shade as the rest of the feline, they rested on CZK's thighs, beneath the towel - a very noticeable addition in the view of the TV cameras.

She moaned loudly as her breasts swelled. Each nipple was thick and perky, capping the swollen mounds below. Her slim belly narrowed before expanding into the broadening hips. The towel was carried upwards by the head of the shaft below, still hidden from view by the towel.

CZK curled her toes, pink claws glinting in the lights, as a damp spot appeared on the towel. The hormones and other chemicals in the drugs were causing lusty and wanton thoughts to course through her as she stared at the fox and licked her lips. He wouldn't be a bad way to test out her new cock...

A bit nervous at the way the feline was staring at him, the fox took a step back before reading the next question. He glanced up at the screens monitoring her growth: she already had D-cup breasts and eight inches of brand new maleness.

"Question 4!" he said, realizing how much those two extra doses were really doing. "Name one of the primary colors."

"Yel... yellow," CZK said. All those pegging fantasies she'd had about her boyfriend... boy, would he be in for a shock!

The host nodded, and the bell dinged. More chemicals dripped through the IV, and the feline's ears flattened momentarily as the warmth increased in her belly. Her new shaft rose into the air, and the towel finally fell away, revealing a meaty pink erection throbbing above the white fur.

She moaned as the air moved around her new, sensitive prick, and between her legs, her original sex ached for some action.

On her chest, her heavy breasts jiggled delightfully for the cameras. Licking her lips, she pulled at the wrist restraints, wishing desperately to be free as pleasure clouded her mind.

"Question 5: What is the dish composed of raw fish, seaweed, and rice called?"

"S... s... s... suuuushi!" the feline moaned loudly, hips arcing as her thick maleness began to dribble pre-cum over her belly. Her balls were growing quite rapidly - faster than the rest of her - until they were the size of cantaloupes, quite disproportionate to the size of her erection. This caused quite a bit more fluid than usual to pour from the pink tip of the feline shaft, which only made her more excited yet.

CZK began to moan her boyfriend's name. Said boyfriend was in the audience and watching with increasing trepidation as the monitors put the feline's cock at more than ten inches now.

"Question 6," the host continued quickly. "Where is the capitol of Russia?"

"Oklahoma!" the feline cried out, obviously the wrong answer. She didn't much care, however, as her thick erection flopped against her belly. Official length: 10.8 inches long, 2.5 inches thick. Unofficial size: too big for her small paws to wrap around completely.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the host said. He turned to a camera as the technician undid the feline's restraints, and she reached for her cock with one paw and between her legs with the other.

"Xoooooombie!" she cried out hoarsely, as she started to masturbate furiously, unable to control the impulse thanks to the high quantity of the drug shi'd taken. "Get down here NOOOOOW!"

There was commotion in the audience as her boyfriend leaped from his chair and clambered across several rows of cheering people. He fled through the fire exit, causing the alarm to go off as CZK was wheeled away.

The feline let out a moan of pure lust and came heavily, squirting a thick stream of seed across the stage. It hit the host squarely in the back, soaking through his suit jacket. He growled into the microphone as a few more bursts splattered his neck and head, but he couldn't move with the camera focused on his face.

Attempting to speak loud enough to be heard over the fire alarm and the equally loud feline's yowls of pleasure, the host said, "We'll be right back with more Questionable Content."

Now back from the commercial break, the theme music died down and the host smiled at the camera in yet another new suit. He'd have to do something about where he stood. Maybe a shield?

"Welcome back... please welcome to the stage our next contestant... PITCHY!"

The spotlights circled the audience, until they found a tall, dark-scaled dragon striding confidently towards the stage.

Thick plates ran down from his chin, covering his chest and belly. They were lighter than the rest, but still a deep shade of gray.

Four white horns protruded from his head, two at the crown on either side, and two more slightly smaller ones directly behind the first two. Purple eyes glinted as he grinned toothily at the host. A row of feathers, starting from just above his eyes on his forehead, ran down his neck and backside, all the way to his tail. They were quite mobile and adept at expressing his emotions; currently they stood early straight up as he took to the stage with excitement.

The fox smiled. "So, Pitchy, where are you from?"

The dragon's wings unfurled slightly as he answered. "Just from up in the mountains," he answered evasively.

The fox nodded and turned towards the camera as the technician and nurse led the dragon to another freshly-cleaned hospital bed. They strapped him in and inserted the IV as the fox explained... The Wheel.

"You can choose to spin The Wheel. If you do, you get two free doses to start, but you must accept whatever fate The Wheel decides to give you." The fox grinned at the dragon, who was reclining the bed, making himself comfortable on top of his large, clawed wings.

"What'll it be, folks?" the fox asked the audience. "Should he spin?"

The audience clapped and applauded, urging the dragon to choose The Wheel.

Finally, with the cameras zoomed in on his long snout, the dragon smirked. "Yeah, I think I'll spin."

The host nodded as the audience burst into cheers and applause. He cranked the wheel hard, and the clacking noise filled the studio. Around and around it went, with the options all spelled out:

THE WHEEL (da da daaaah!) 1. Muscle 2. Dt 3. 0Td 4. DT 5. No Option 6. Lactation 7. Multiple 8. Giant Balls 9. Pick Two 10. Audience Choice

The wheel slowed... finally, it came to a stop.

"Number eight!" the fox crowed, as the studio audience went wild. "Giant balls!"

The dragon shivered as he felt the first two doses slide through the IV into his arm. The feathers on his head, from his forehead down his back, all the way to his tail, flattened with nervousness, and he shifted as he lay on top of them. He didn't have external balls... this could be awkward.

Cutting to a commercial break, the host allowed the first two doses of the chemicals some time to work before continuing with the first question.

The dragon felt the warmth spread through his chest. He shivered again as the cameras returned, sending out images of him live across the cable networks. The audience cheered as the host repeated his name, and finally turned towards him with the first question.

Already Pitchy's scales felt tingly, and he shifted his wrists against the straps holding them in place. Contestants were not allowed to touch themselves - it was all part of the suspense. Could a player make it through the devastating pleasure caused by the change to continue answering questions?

"Question 1: Who was the lead singer of the band Queen?"

The dragon scrunched up his nose, thinking hard, able to ignore the tingles for now. "Damn... I'm pretty sure it's... Freddie Mercury?"

The bell sounded, indicating a correct answer, and the fox nodded as the third dose quickly ran down the IV into the dragon's arm, amplifying the effects of the first two. He moaned as his maleness began to grow, pushing free from the slit that housed it. His internal testes were churning already as his arousal grew quickly, but there was a curious pressure on them he had never felt before.

The dragon's scales flexed as he inhaled deeply and let out another moan, even as the fox readied the second question.

"Who sang the classic song, 'China Girl'?"

The dragon rolled his eyes. "That's easy - David Bowie!"

The fox grinned as the bell dinged, and more chemicals entered the male's bloodstream.

The growth in his chest had not been very noticeable so far, thanks to the thick plate scales covering his underside, but now it was beginning to show. Two large mounds were forming, pushing the scales up and forcing them to readjust around them.

Pitchy let out another moan as two large nipples formed , even as the twin mounds grew larger and faster as the effects of the drug accumulated in his system. His erection, spurred on by the hormones, spread out from between his cock slit and laid across the scales of his lower belly, pulsing softly.

The dark scales covering Pitchy's thighs twitched as he moved his legs slightly, reacting to the new pressure growing between his legs. In addition to the curious feeling about his internal testes, there was something else occurring between his legs.

Pitchy spread his legs as wide as he was able when he felt the new feminine slit form. The dragon shuddered and twisted against his restraints, wanting to explore it as pleasurable sensations thrilled up his spine, but he couldn't. His thick maleness throbbed now, even spurting out a few globs of pre-cum against his belly as his breasts continued to fill out beneath his plate scale.

"Question 3: Name the first three prime numbers."

Pitchy shivered as he focused on the fox's question. "Not too diffic... difficult," he gasped. "It's 2, 3, 5."

"Correct!"

As soon as the next dose of the chemicals entered his bloodstream, Pitchy felt something unusual. His testes, previously internal, shifted to the outside of his body. Surrounded in a sac made of fine-knit scales, they hung below his thick shaft, attached by a thick piece of skin to the shaft. The cock slit itself grew further up his shaft, forming a fairly sheath-like holder for the thickness.

The dragon moaned as he felt those heavy nuts swing down over his thighs, which were tightly pushed together, and jerked his paws at the straps holding his wrists, instinctively wanting to get his paws around them.

All too soon, the next question was asked, and the dragon tore his thoughts away from his newly external balls to listen.

"Question 4: What is the closest star to planet Earth?"

The dragon started to answer, but quickly corrected himself. "Uh... uh... Alpha Cent- wait, no, the Sun! Yeah, yeah, the Sun!"

Ding! The bell sounded the affirmative, and yet another shot of the transformational drugs flooded the dragon's altered form.

Pitchy gasped as the tingly feeling intensified, and hir chest expanded further. Hir scales kept it from becoming too round. Instead they assumed a more flattened look, despite the size of the breasts, because of the weight of the plate scales and how they pressed them down. The feathers running down hir forehead flipped back and forth in agitation as arousal coursed through hir body. Shi struggled against the restraints as the cameras rolled, filming every moment of hir distress.

The large set of balls hanging beneath hir thick erection quickly expanded in size, rapidly outgrowing the shaft laying across hir belly. Before the cameras and the studio audience, they ballooned outwards, doubling and then tripling in size within a few minutes. They flattened against Pitchy's scaled thighs, even as hir maleness throbbed harder, spurting a steady stream of pre-cum onto hir belly.

Below those large balls, hir feminine slit began to leak as well, and shi rubbed hir thighs together in frustration. Pitchy had never experienced a sensation quite like it, and didn't know what would help - though shi had an idea or two.

"Question 5," the host said, drawing the dragon's thoughts back to the moment. "What is the square root of 64?"

"Unh... more math... two-squared is four, four is... uhhh... sixteen... uhhhhh... eight!" the dragon nearly shouted. "Eight!"

The ding of the bell assured the dragon he'd managed another correct answer, and with the subsequent flood of chemicals. Pitchy's figure narrowed at the waist, drawing in, even as hir hips expanded, giving hir a much more female shape. The feathers running down hir neck went straight up as shi lifted hir head, gasping and gazing down at hir chest. Nearing DD-cup size, the dragon could no longer be described as a slim creature of the air.

Pitchy moaned again and spread hir wings, nearly knocking over a camera operator in the process, as thick bursts of pre-cum painted the underside of hir heavy breasts. Hir oversized balls continued to expand, causing yet more seed to pump from the tip of hir thick, ebony shaft as it lay across hir belly. Between hir legs, shi could feel hir new feminine sex begging for something - anything - to provide relief, and shi kept squeezing hir thighs together, almost chafing the scales as hir body wriggled about on the bed.

Pitchy's balls outpaced the rest of hir easily. Soon they were the size of bowling balls, and sagged over hir thighs, pressed flat to the scales their. Their sheer size meant hir thick shaft, grown through the chemicals as well, was taxed to the utmost to pump thick pre-cum over hir belly and breasts.

The dragon moaned and shuddered, gasping as hir oversensitive maleness leaked copiously. Shi strained against the restraints, and was hard pressed to even hear the next question as it was asked.

"Question 6: Where is Mount Rushmore?"

Before Pitchy could answer, a green-skinned orc ran onto the stage, screaming obscenities and racial slurs. The audience began to titter, than laugh at the size of the creature's pathetic maleness, and it quickly slunk off-stage and into the shadows, back to its mother's basement to jack off its micro-penis to the very porn it shunned.

Pitchy cleared his throat, momentarily distracted, and then answered the question:

"Oh... Gods... mmmmmmggh... that's right... next to my state... uhh... South... South Dakota!"

The bell dinged, and the dragon's hips thrust uselessly at the air, splattering pre-cum across hir belly as another blast of the chemicals coursed into hir body. Shi responded well to the drugs, and hir heavy breasts were growing larger by the moment. Hir tongue lolled out of hir muzzle as shi leaned hir head back, moaning constantly now.

Hir shaft was well over a foot, and the head was beginning to push between hir heavy tits. It throbbed mightily, thick and full at the base and tapering to a point at the tip, save for the broad crown. Below the long shaft, hir heavy balls were exceeding the expectations of the show's engineers. Already shi had reached the size they had predicted for the tenth question, so they were understandably nervous.

The host adjusted the ear piece giving him this information, and glanced at the screen above the dragon, showing hir stats. The herm's flicking tail drew the fox's attention for a moment, before he remembered the cameras, and turned towards them with a smile.

"Looks like Pitchy is enjoying hir changes, folks! How far can shi go? Let's find out!"

The fox turned towards the dragon and leaned over hir, holding the microphone near hir dark muzzle.

"How are you feeling, Pitchy?" the fox asked.

Pitchy licked hir lips and flashed hir purple eyes at the fox. "Nnh... ah... good. Very... good..."

The fox backed away as a sudden spurt of pre-cum narrowly missed his muzzle. He wasn't quite sure if the dragon had done it on purpose... he put on a brave smile for the camera and quickly read off the next question.

"Question 7: Who discovered the theory of gravity?"

The dragon struggled to remember the answer.

"Er... apples... apples... uhh... Newton! The apple dropped on his head!"

The bell dinged, and fox grinned. "Yes, absolutely right!" he said, looking into the camera lens before it cut to a close up of the dragon's oversized balls.

Another dose, another spurt of growth. Pitchy's thighs were absolutely soaked with the juices from hir new feminine slit, and shi couldn't stop hir legs from sliding back and forth, as far as the restraints would allow, trying desperately to satiate the lust in hir loins.

Hir thick erection, as dark as the scales on hir body, throbbed mightily. The pre-cum was turning white, a sign the dragon was growing closer to hir orgasm. But without the touch of hir fingers, shi wasn't sure shi could. Shi moaned again, lustily, as hir heavy tits wobbled back and forth. Shi leaned hir head up and down, trying to reach hir lips to the large breasts rising from hir scaled body. Shi could just manage to get hir tongue to the nipple of each, and that little bit of stimulation did nothing but make hir want more.

The dragon shuddered and leaned back, hips thrusting into the air, causing hir pre-cum to splatter over hir scales from hir neck to hir knees.

"Question 8: Where was Abraham Lincoln born?"

The fox watched the dragon. He wasn't sure shi could answer this question - between the pressure in hir breasts, and the size of hir massive balls, which were quickly overtaking hir knees, he was sure shi would fail on this one. He watched as shi expanded hir wings, stretching the webbing out far to the sides, and how the claws on each wing pulled them in and pushed them out, again and again, as shi tried to work against the lust driving hir arousal to higher and higher levels.

The dragon was obviously having trouble speaking, but shi eventually managed to answer correctly. The fox blinked with surprise, and quickly changed what he had planned to say.

"There you have it! Yes, correct!"

The ding sounded, and yet more of the transformational cocktail flowed into the heavily altered dragon's body.

Pitchy's head lolled backwards and shi let out a low moan of delight as hir thickness spread apart the two heavy breasts on hir chest. Each was heavily laden with thick scales, but still soft enough to provide hir cock with at least some measure of friction. Shi humped hir hips rapidly, trying to get more, but hir range of movement was just too little. The thick pre-cum pouring from hir cock had a strong scent to it, and as it drifted into hir nostrils, set at the end of hir long snout, shi couldn't bear the needs and urges that threatened to overwhelm hir.

"Mmmm.... aaahhhh!" shi gasped, as the host turned to the camera and expounded on the dilemma facing the contestant - whether shi could manage to keep hir wits about hir and answer the next question or not.

Pitchy's low growl made the fox jump, however, and he turned back to hir quickly.

"Get on with it!" shi roared, as hir enormous balls began to droop over the sides of hir thighs, swollen so large they were nearly twice the size of hir head at this point.

"Q... question 9: How many states are in America?"

The dragon's balls were producing enough pre-cum at this point to cause a half-inch thick stream to constantly pour out of the dark black tip, and hir entire upper body was smeared in the thick seed.

"Those certainly aren't small any more," someone in the audience said, loud enough for the dragon to hear from hir position on stage.

Pitchy clenched her eyes shut as shi tried to think through the pleasure swamping hir body. "Alabama... uhhh... and Alaska... Ari... Arizona... ummm... uhhh... 50?"

"Yes! Right!" the fox said, stepping back as a pool of pre-cum began to flood the stage. Several stagehands had to run up with towels to try and stop the flood of pre-cum from reaching the cables and cameras surrounding them.

Pitchy moaned heavily as more chemicals entered hir body, and shi squirmed against the restraints. Shi could barely remember hir own name at the moment - it was a wonder shi could remember the number of states. Shi leaned hir head up, and thanks to the size of hir breasts, was now able to tongue over hir sensitive, engorged nipples with ease.

In fact, the dragon soon found shi could reach the head of hir spurting, spraying cock head with hir muzzle, and quickly wrapped hir lips around the tip. The audience appreciated the display of autofellatio and applauded, even as the dragon's cheek's bulged at the sheer amount of seed pumping from hir thick shaft. The draconic cream spurt from the corners of hir muzzle as shi greedily suckled, using hir long tongue to wrap around and around hir throbbing shaft, as so much cum pumped into hir muzzle hir eyes watered.

A camera slowly panned down Pitchy's enormous maleness, from where the head disappeared into hir muzzle, down the length and throbbing, stretched out urethra, to hir huge balls. The fine scales covering the sac stretched out. The whole thing pulsed madly, growing larger yet. They reached down past hir knees by now, far larger than they ought to be, despite the size of hir lengthy shaft and heavy breasts.

"Question 10..."

The fox swallowed heavily as he watched the dragon struggle against hir restraints, moaning and thrusting into hir own snout in a desperate bid for sexual gratification.

"Question 10: When water is falling from the sky, we say that it's blanking," the fox said. "Please fill in the blank."

The dragon heard the question, but obviously was unable to formulate the correct response.

Pitchy strained hir muzzle, trying to pull back for long enough to answer around the spurting, thick cock buried inside it... eventually something like "Fish" managed to make it out, but that wasn't good enough for the panel of judges, who couldn't really be sure through the garbling. The buzzer sounded, indicating the dragon had lost.

Immediately the technician released the straps around the dragon's wrists and legs, and managed to escape before the dragon grabbed him. Both of hir large paws went to hir thick maleness instead, which was pulled out of hir muzzle with wet "splort!" Shi came nearly immediately, and several huge jets sprayed towards the audience.

A cougar at the edge of the so-called "splash zone" tried to dodge out of the way, but was unable to avoid the torrent of seed pumping from the dragon's engorged, super-sized balls. Fortunately, the poncho he wore took the brunt of it. Several less prepared audience members were hit, and grinned at the cameras as they wiped the dragon's sticky white seed from their bodies.

On stage, the fox smiled happily at the camera - for once he wasn't getting a blast of cum from a contestant.

"Well, let's hear it for Pitchy, ladies and gent-"

A massive torrent of cum rained down over the fox, drenching him from head to toe as the dragon's paws really started to squeeze the cum out. The flood arced straight to where the host stood, about a dozen feet away, at the edge of the stage. He stared at the camera with a rotten expression on his face as the thick gush of warm draconic seed dripped from his ears and muzzle and suit.

"We'll be right back after these messages," he said, spurting the cum out of his muzzle as he spoke. As the cameras cut to break, he stomped off, leaving white footprints in his wake, while Pitchy would not be moved - hir balls had not nearly emptied yet, and shi had only gotten two fingers inside hir.

When the cameras returned, shi was still there, masturbating furiously, desperately pumping hir cock with one hand as the other worked between hir legs, around hir massive testicles.

"Well, fortunately we have extra beds for situations just like this!" the fox said into the camera. His fur was still damp from the quick hose-down he'd gotten backstage.

Pitchy's moans of lust faded as the technical crew resorted to simply tossing a rope around the bed and dragging it offstage, leaving a thick trail of musky cum behind hir. They didn't dare get too close - the look in hir eyes was frankly terrifying at this point. Even considering the distance, two of the technicians were getting drenched.

The second bed arrived as the host explained the rules for the newcomers.

"Now let's welcome our next contestant... PSI-NEI!"

The spotlights quickly found their mark: a short ferret walking down the center aisle. He grinned hugely as he made his way to the stage. His muzzle and face were covered with a thick white fur, with a tousled mess of brown hair above, between his gray ears. The cream-colored fur continued down his chest and belly, and under his arms. His paws and feet had a darker brown coloration to them.

As he was strapped in and hooked up, the host fox started to speak, but was interrupted by a cry of pleasure from off-stage - probably the dragon from earlier, though when a second voice joined in, a voice suspiciously lion-like, who knew what was going on?

The ferret grinned at the cameras as the fox came over.

"So, Psi, where are you from?"

"The fine city of New York!" the ferret replied with excitement in his voice. "Glad to be here!"

"Well, we're glad to have you!" the host replied, and turned back to the camera.

"What's your favorite hobby, Psi?"

"Pie juggling!"

The fox raised an eyebrow and glanced over his shoulder. Seems the show's producers hadn't vetted their contestants too carefully this time around...

"As you at home know, the fine ferret here has a choice. Should he spin The Wheel?"

The fox turned towards the audience. "What do you think? The Wheel?"

From backstage came shouts of "The Wheel!" as the audience surrounding the front of the stage applauded and cheered for the ferret.

"That'll work!"

The audience erupted into even louder applause as The Wheel was brought out. The host took hold of a peg and smiled at the ferret.

"Are you ready to accept the fate the wheel gives you?"

The Wheel had many options:

THE WHEEL (da da daaaah!) 1. Muscle 2. Bigger and Bigger 3. Taller and Taller 4. No Option 5. Lactation 6. Multiple 7. Super Tongue 8. Pick Two 9. Audience Choice

The applause resumed once the wheel landed on six. Psi licked his lips nervously and glanced at the IV stuck in his arm, and the slight towel covering his midsection.

"Are you ready to begin?" the fox asked the ferret, as the music quieted down once more. Already, the tension in the air was palpable, as the first two shots of the drug were being delivered into the ferret before the first question was even asked.

"I'm a bit nervous but I...I'm good to go. Excelsior!"

The host ignored that obvious bit of geekery and proceeded to the first question. The ferret wrinkled his nose and clenched his fingers, as a strange tingling spread throughout his body.

"Question 1: What was the name of the actress who played Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz?"

"That would be... Judy Garland!" the ferret said. Easy question - but would the rest be so simple? Already he could tell the drugs were having an effect on him. The warmth in his gut was spreading quickly through his limbs, thanks to his rapidly beating heart - the result of the excitement of being on the game show. He swallowed nervously and stared at the screen above him, where the text of the next question would appear, and tried to ignore the growing sensitivity in his nipples.

"Question 2: Who played Wesley Crusher on Star Trek?"

"Wil Wheaton," was the confident reply.

The host nodded affirmatively, and the lights flashed as more chemicals pumped into the ferret's body. Already his chest was beginning to grow. Small A-cup breasts formed, though his nipples felt incredibly sensitive and were no doubt hard enough to cut diamonds.

The host readied his next question, noticing the ferret's arousal beginning to push up against the towel, lifting it away from his lower belly. Kind of strange, though, how there were multiple bulges in the towel - until he remembered The Wheel, and smiled knowingly.

"Question 4: Where's the Golden Gate Bridge?"

"I was there a year ago... San Francisco, in the bay!" the ferret said, happy to know the answer.

The host smiled. "Yes!"

More of the drugs dripped down through the IV connected to the ferret's arm. He shivered, and moaned a little as he felt two new points of pleasure on his chest. He lifted his head, and licked his lips at what he saw: two more nipples, growing through the fur on his chest, below the first two mounds steadily forming above them.

Psi shivered and shifted his hips as both sets of breasts filled out rapidly. The studio audience oohed appreciatively as they watched, though the ferret didn't pay them much mind.

Further south, under the towel, more changes were happening. Where there had been two long bulges, one on top of the other, now there were three, in a triangle formation. Three thick lengths, one pushed up slightly above the others, caused the towel to drape awkwardly over his hips.

"Question 5," the host continued. The questions were coming quickly, leading to a build-up of the drug in his system. "What website provides streaming facilities to a primarily furry audience, but has little protection against trolls?"

Stepping boldly across the fourth wall, and creating a joke that only people who were there would understand, the host nodded.

"Absolutely correct! WatchTail.com is a fine service that serves the furry community, though their troll-prevention could do with a bit of an upgrade, yes?"

The lights flashed and the music swelled as the ferret groaned lustily. The effects of the drugs were starting to pile on, and he wriggled his hips, feeling three thick sheaths jiggle about underneath the towel.

His arms and legs pulled at the restraints; already he was eager to get his paws on his new-found lengths, just as they were eager to continue growing. Soon the uppermost shaft was pushing higher up his body, and dragging the towel along with it, revealing not just three, but four sheaths beneath, clustered together above a pair of large and throbbing testicles.

The cameras zoomed in for a closer look. Two sheaths on top, next to each other, with two more just below, all above a large pair of nuts with plenty of room to feed all four plenty of ferret seed.

As the towel was pushed higher and higher, the shafts grew thicker, throbbing against the ferret's belly and each other as he moaned and wriggled with delight. One hormone-crazed, lust-filled cock was enough... but four?

The fox host grinned broadly. The ferret would not last long, he suspected.

"Question 6: Which indie band unexpectedly won a Grammy this year for Best Album?"

The ferret struggled to answer. Both sets of breasts were coming in nicely, and a third set was quickly making itself known as the upper two pairs fought for space on his chest. His muzzle opened finally, and he squeaked out the answer: "A... Arcade.. F... F... Fire!"

The lowest set of breasts came in quickly. At first just a pair of dark brown nubs poking through the light-colored fur, soon they blossomed into large and full mounds, until they matched the middle pair in size.

Between Psi's legs, shi felt the shifting and changes also. The camera zoomed into hir crotch, aiming below hir heavy testicles, and managed, through hir shifting thighs, to capture a few glimpses of a pair of new lips. The ferret's brain desperately attempted to rewire itself for all the physical stimuli - four cocks, six breasts, and a new pussy to boot - and temporarily shut down hir higher brain functions until it could figure it all out.

Unfortunately, the fox was asking the next question just as shi went into pleasure-central, and shi couldn't make out a word he said. Shi guessed, a desperate move, and shi blurted out the first thing shi could think of.

The host looked a little surprised at the answer.

"Are you sure?" he asked, leaning in closer to the writhing ferret. "Forty-two?"

"Yes... f... forty-two!" the ferret gasped.

The host checked his cards.

"Well, Psi... that answer is... absolutely right!"

The bell dinged and the IV provided a fresh dose of chemicals to the increasingly horny ferret. Diminutive in stature, Psi's new endowments looked larger than they actually were on hir. The four thick erections sliding up hir belly stretched out the sheaths at their bases, all throbbing eagerly against hir fuzzy belly. Each was around ten inches long, and thick as hir wrist. Hir heavy breasts wobbled on hir chest; the lowest pair was encroaching on hir belly as it grew to C-cup size.

Shi panted and moaned as thick pre-cum began to trickle from the four similar heads, pushed there by a pair of testicles taxed to the maximum to keep up. Between hir legs, the lips of hir feminine sex puffed up with arousal, aching to be given the benefit of friction. Psi stared at the fox and tried to spread hir legs, but hir ankles were still strapped up to the bed. That didn't stop hir from making the lewdest noises shi could think of, all on camera and microphone, towards the fox, who quickly moved on to the next question.

"Question 8," the host said, surprised the ferret was making it so far. "Which Star Trek actor sang the song Rocket Man?"

Psi could barely moan out the answer between gritted teeth.

"Mmmmm... nyaaaa... th... tha.... Wi... Wiillllliam.... Shhhhhhhhhh... Shatner!"

The fox looked to the judges off camera. Getting the affirmative, he smiled. "Yes! Excellent, Psi! Another correct question!"

The chemicals surged through the ferret's body. Hir tail stuck out to the side, the ringed, furry appendage waving back and forth madly as hir wrists pulled at the restraints desperately. Hir heavy breasts jiggled as shi squirmed, unable to help hirself, despite all the squirming only creating more pleasurable sensations to race through hir changing body.

With four thick erections spurting seed across hir belly and lower breasts, it wasn't long before both the ferret and bed below hir were soaked through in the clear fluid. All four thicknesses pointed up at hir muzzle, at a bit of an angle, holding themselves away from hir fuzzy belly. The heads were just starting to reach the bottom set of hir impressive three racks, and as the heads of the upper shafts rubbed over hir nipples, shi cried out again. Hir hips jerked into the air, hips thrusting at the nearly electric current running through hir spine.

"Mmmmmm! Oooooh, fuuuuuuuuuu-"

"Now, let's go to the next question!" the host said, quickly cutting in on the lengthy obscenity.

"Question 9: What instrument did Louis Armstrong play?"

The ferret somehow managed to eke out an answer.

"Mmmm... mmm.. mmmmmm!" shi huffed. "He...he plaaaaaaaayed... trum... pet!"

As shi said the last syllable, hir four thick erections surged forward, identical in length and girth and delicate pink color - the same shade as hir rapidly twitching nose. Shi clenched hir fingers into hir palms and cried out as the four erections began to bounce against hir lowermost pair of breasts. The heads smacked into the broad aureole and the soft fuzzy fur, sending drops of pre-cum flying across the other two pairs.

Hir breasts were growing incredibly large now. The original pair was at least DD, and the other two easily D-cups. With no signs of slowing - or answering incorrectly, the host reached for his next question.

"Question 10: Which President of the United States played the saxophone on a popular late night talk show?"

The ferret's response was nearly lost amongst the throaty moans emanating constantly from hir muzzle as shi bucked upwards into the air, desperately trying to get hirself off as arousal dominated hir thoughts. Fortunately, shi was just coherent enough to moan the name of the man who was impeached for a blowjob:

"Clllliiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnntoooonnn!"

"That's correct!" the fox sad, beaming as he turned to the camera. "Ladies and gentleman, that's the tenth question answered, and twelfth dose of our patented transformation-inducing chemical solution! Let's give it up for Psi!"

The host grinned as he watched the bucking, spurting ferret. Hir breasts had grown even during the question, now massive and wobbling; the upper set fell to the sides of hir chest, their weight great enough to cause them to be unable to stay straight on hir chest as shi lay on the bed, jiggling and wriggling and sending pre-cum flying all around hir.

The fox quieted down the audience as he pulled out another question card.

"Okay, Psi... question 11: Finish this sentence. The Great Wall of..."

Psi's brain was clearly not functioning much at this point. Hir eyes stared vacantly up at the screens as hir tongue hung from hir stubby muzzle. Paws clenched and unclenched quickly, toes curled and uncurled, hir tail lashed back and forth, and nobody would ever believe this lust-crazed creature capable of juggling even a single pie - even an easy one, like blueberry.

Hir pink nose twitched, as hir ears swiveled towards the fox. Shi needed to answer. Shi had to say it. Shi knew it. But hir brain... wouldn't tell... hir muzzle...

"Cheee... cheeeeeeeee... cheeeeeddarrrrr cheeese goldfish!" shi gasped out.

The audience moaned in disappointment, though they still applauded the ferret's substantial accomplishments.

On the screen, the measurements didn't lie: four fully-operational fourteen-point-six-inch erections, with a pair of balls the envy of a much larger male, and three sets of breasts that would tax even the most ardent enthusiast of plus-sized bra-making.

Even as the host was congratulating hir, the ferret's malenesses continued to stretch and grow, until they arced over hir lower pair of breasts completely and spurt thick ropes of seed into hir middle set.

As the technician released hir restraints, the host moved to the far side of the stage. He was determined not to get a muzzle full of spooge this time.

"Well, ladies and gentleman... we'll be right back with more Questiona-aaaaaAAAAck!"

The ferret's speed belied hir over-endowed state. Before the handlers could guide hir off-stage, shi was on top of the fox, pinning him to the ground beneath hir.

Cameras zoomed in on the fox's agitated face as shi ground all four jerking, throbbing shafts against his backside, hooking them under his suit jacket and spraying pre-cum along his shirt. Hir heavy breasts flattened against his backside and around his head, muffling him somewhat as the upper pair squeezed his ears and cheeks.

Stagehands quickly moved in to pull the ferret off, but not before shi managed to cum. Shi let out a squeal of pleasure as four thick torrents of seed gushed from hir shafts, slathering the host in thick, sticky cum. It pumped under his suit coat, soaking his shirt and backside and the floor beneath as he wriggled back against hir, trying to scoot free before hir paws could get his pants off.

Finally Psi was pulled away, hir paws switching rapidly between hir four spurting cocks as shi pumped hirself dry.

The fox propped his chin in a paw and stared glumly at the camera lens as it swung down in front of him. He didn't bother standing up,and remained laying on his belly in a pool of sticky, musky, and very fresh ferret cum. Behind him, the four trails of ferret seed showed the direction Psi had been guided.

"We'll be right back. Make-up!"

Upon returning from the break, the fox had been cleaned up and was in a fresh suit. It was a little small, having been procured quickly from someone of the relatively same size, as the wardrobe department had simply run out of fresh clothes.

Thinking himself fortunate the show's budget included his dry-cleaning bill, the fox smiled at the cameras.

"Welcome back to Questionable Content! Our final contestant for this evening... is Maloo!"

The music grew in volume as the cameras panned the crowd. Finally one of the whirling cameras settled on a lanky cougar making his way down the stairs towards the stage.

The host smiled at the cougar as he made his way up beside him.

"How are you, Maloo? Where are you from?" he asked politely, as the technician readied the bed for the feline. The nurse helped him undress as the fox waited for the reply.

Maloo was wary of needles, and it showed. He looked away from the nurse purposely as he responded to the fox nervously. "Um, Minnesota. And I'm doing alright."

"Well, we're glad you could be here tonight, aren't we!" the fox said, beaming into the cameras again. As the cougar was strapped in, naked but for the small towel over his midsection, the fox motioned for The Wheel to be brought out.

"Will you spin The Wheel?" he asked Maloo. The audience cheered as they listened for the cougar's answer.

THE WHEEL (da da daaaah!) 1. Muscle 2. Bigger and Bigger 3. Taller and Taller 4. No Option 5. Lactation 6. Super Tongue 7. Pick Two 8. Audience Choice

Maloo's face fell a bit as he considered the implications, but he got swept up in the moment and the crowds excitement. With a bit of lingering hesitation, he nodded.

"Aw, hell, I'm only going to live once."

The host grinned and spun The Wheel. As it clicked and clacked, the audience and the studio fell silent. The cameras focused on the wheel, cutting away momentarily to feature he cougar's hesitant face as he watched it spin around and around.

Finally the wheel came to halt...

On "Muscle."

The cougar sucked in a breath through his teeth as he felt the warmth invade his veins through the IV. He looked at the bag of chemicals apprehensively, but couldn't deny the tingling spreading throughout his body felt rather good.

The cougar's muzzle was broad, mostly white, with dark brown on the outer edges. Two blue-gray eyes sat above it to the sides. Shoulder-length brown hair flowed around his face. Lighter brown fur covered his chest and belly, running down beneath the towel to his groin.

Maloo shivered as he felt the chemicals begin to work on his body. No visible changes yet, but judging from the speed with which they had affected previous contestants, he was sure they could do the same to him.

The fox tapped his cards against the podium he'd had brought on stage. The large clear plastic would hopefully provide a shield under which he could duck.

"Question 1: Name a prime number greater than fifty."

Maloo's left arm tensed as he tried to reach up to scratch an ear as he thought, but the restraints creaked softly, stopping him from moving. He frowned for a moment, then remembered one.

"F-fifty three."

"Yes!" the fox said. A surge of the chemicals dripped in through the IV.

Maloo shuddered against as the effects of the chemicals made themselves clear. His chest was starting to expand, slowly, and he could feel his erection growing as the hormones kicked in. He wondered how long it would be until he was turned into a full herm, and shivered as his erection pressed from his sheath, thickly sliding against the towel laying across it.

"Question 2: Name two Pokemon."

Maloo was already finding it hard to focus on the questions, the new and strange sensations running through his form played tricks on his memory.

"Uh... Natu... and... uh... Absol?"

The fox shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know, so yeah, whatever," he said, tossing the Pokemon question card away. The next dose of chemicals dripped down the IV into Maloo's arm as the fox readied the next question.

Two large breasts formed on the cougar's chest. Though male, and very much so, the slight feminization effects of the drugs were beginning to show beyond the sizable breasts sprouting up. His waist was slimming, narrowing somewhat, even as his hips widened. Despite that, his arms and legs were growing thicker at the same time. The cougar pulled at the restraints as he felt his maleness throb warningly, growing quickly now along his belly. The length felt hot and heavy, more-so than usual, and there was a dull ache growing in his testicles.

Between his legs, beneath his balls, there was a separate pressure building. He moaned a little, realizing that when the previous contestants had begun shifting their thighs, this is what they were responding to.

"Question 3: What is the modern-day capital of Japan?"

Maloo stared up into the lights on the ceiling, waiting for his head to clear before he answered, trying to make sure he was absolutely sure about the answer beforehand; he was just enjoying the feeling too much.

"T-Tokyo?"

The bell dinged, and the lights swung around randomly.

"Correct!" the fox said. He tapped his cards against the podium; he quite liked it, and would keep it around for subsequent shows.

As the next dose of chemicals entered the cougar's bloodstream, he let out a ragged moan. Already his cock felt like it was being pumped full of aphrodisiacs, which, in a way, it was. He shifted his hips, trying to make himself more comfortable, but the pleasurable sensations continued to build in the base of his shaft and lower, between his thighs.

On his chest, his nipples were growing larger and thicker, spreading out more broadly across the breasts on his chest. He leaned his head up and stared in fascination as they rose and fell with his deep breaths.

As well as the increased size of his genitalia, the cougar discovered he was rapidly adding mass in the form of muscle. His biceps tingled delightfully and he watched in fascination as he curled his arm as much as the straps would allow, watching the ball form beneath his thick pelt. On his belly, his abdomen was becoming much more pronounced. The cougar grunted as he curled his toes, stretching his legs as his skin felt suddenly tight.

Ignoring the cougar's moans, the fox continued.

"Question 4: Where was the first hot-air balloon launched?"

Maloo's face fell as he drew a blank. With his attention stolen away from his changing body by a rising wave of panic, he pulls against the restraints again nervously, his ears twitching as they creak quietly.

"Uh.... would just the country work?"

"Yes," the fox said, smiling. "That will do."

The cougar looked somewhat relieved and smiled broadly over the growing mounds on his chest at the fox. "I think it was France."

"Correct!"

Another dose, and more growth. The cougar's thick maleness was outline clearly by the light towel as it swelled in size, growing thicker and longer by the moment. The base of the shaft was now visible, a thick and dark-purple stalk of maleness. The cougar's light barbs provided enough friction to keep the cloth on the otherwise smooth shaft, so it was pulled further up the male's belly towards his burgeoning chest.

Maloo moaned heavily as his nipples pushed upwards, clearing the thick white pelt surrounding his chest. Beneath, on his belly, the deep tracks of a six-pack were beginning to show, as the indents of the musculature was enough to now affect the way the fur above laid over it.

He shivered and moaned as he flexed his arms and legs, his paws and feet, shuddering as new sensations ran through him.

Between his legs, the pressure was growing faster and faster, and it was with some relief he finally felt the liquid leaking into the warm fur between his legs, signifying his change from him to hir. Shi couldn't help but grind hir thighs together as hir new feminine lips ached warmly. The nerve endings were fresh and raw and demanding relief, yet shi could provide none.

Over hir belly, the cougar's dark purple shaft continued to grow. The towel was lifted into the air by the head as it throbbed wantonly, and was soon dampened by a steady flow of pre-cum.

As the cougar struggled with the restraints, he twisted his neck back and forth, moaning through clenched teeth. Soon his neck was swallowed up by his shoulders, which rippled with muscles beneath his fur.

"Question 5," the host said, interrupting the cougar. "Who was president of the United States during World War 2?"

Maloo sighed through clenched teeth and curled lips, letting hir tensed body relax a bit as she thought it over for a moment. "Th-h-there were t-two," shi just manages to growl out. "E-ef FDR and T-t-truman." Shi knew shi was right, and prepared for even more change, all of hir previous misgivings replaced by a pure addiction to the power being layered on hir form.

The seventh dose ran through hir body easily. The fox smiled as he watched - this one could go far.

Maloo's ears flicked, causing the piercings in hir ear to jangle a bit. The solitary piercing in hir other ear didn't make any noise by itself, but betrayed the pleasure and agitation the growing cougar was feeling. Not only were hir breasts increasing in size - well past C-cup by now - hir entire figure was changing. The slim hips betrayed femininity, but the layers of deep musculature being grown into hir body was anything but. Already hir abdomen was sporting an eight-pack, and hir legs displayed hamstrings and calves from a pro athlete.

Shi shuddered, moaning as hir large breasts wobbled. They were supported by large pectoral muscles, which made them push straight up, rather than fall to the sides of hir chest due to their weight.

The cougar's thickness continued to push upwards, ten inches and counting, and far thicker at this point than would be normal for a shaft of that length. The small white towel was looking insignificant indeed at this point, as it bunched around the head, failing to obscure much of the feline's throbbing maleness.

"Question 6: Who invented basketball?"

Maloo mffffs, another question shi doesn't know the answer to directly.

"It w-was a... fff.... instructor at a YMCA."

The host shrugged. "Close enough!"

Another surge of chemicals ran through the cougar's body. This would have brought hir too hir knees, had shi been standing, but fortunately shi was lying down, in a hospital bed, strapped in so that shi couldn't paw at hir swollen maleness. Maloo curled hir fingers into hir paws vigorously instead and thrust hir hips, giving the cameras quite a show as the towel finally went flying off hir body, revealing the full length of hir shaft for the first time. The cougar's feline cock was thick, from the base to the tip, with a bulging urethra along the underside. The head was tapered slightly, with rows of small, smooth barbs under the crown. The cougar yowled loudly as the head smacked down against hir hard stomach, sending a splatter of thick pre-cum across hir golden pelt.

As the long shaft bobbed against Maloo's fuzzy bellybutton, between hir legs hir new pussy ached even more. It felt warm and the lips puffed up with arousal. It was all the cougar could do now not to yowl and screech even louder as shi ground hir thighs together around it, desperately trying to get some relief. But still, the pleasure built, and as shi tugged at the restraints - reinforced, after their first contestant of the evening - the busty, well-hung feline moaned lewdly.

The fox hesitated, wondering if he should even bother asking the next question, considering the state the cougar was in. Could shi focus enough to answer? He thought shi might make it deep into the numbers, but now...

"Question 7," he said. Wouldn't hurt to find out. "When did Christopher Columbus sail to North America?"

Maloo struggles, the cogs in hir head had slowed as blood was rerouted elsewhere. Vaguely, shi remembered a little ditty from grade school.

"Ssssailllled th... oc... ocean b-blue," shi just barely managed to hiss out. "F-fffffourteen nintey-two!"

The bell ringed, showing the cougar answered correctly. The fox smiled. Maybe go deep after all.

Maloo's body looked little like when shi had started by this point. Shi stared up at the screen, eyes straining to focus on the numbers. Twelve inches... and growing quickly. Now thirteen!

Shi shivered, and let out a deep moan as shi felt hir thickness throb heavily, spurting pre-cum onto hir pelt. Hir chest felt delightfully heavy. The large breasts wobbling on top of hir were aching for a little manhandling, and shi let hir tongue loll from hir muzzle as shi waited for the next question. Shi'd gotten this far, and was determined to make it farther yet.

As hir belly contracted with each breath, more musculature grew beneath the golden pelt. What was an eight-pack became much more, as ridges of lean muscle filled hir sides, up to hir heavy breasts. The sides of the breasts grew taut and firm, pulled down against hir by the pectorals.

Shi shuddered again and, unable to help hirself, spread hir legs as widely as shi could stretching the restraints physicaly to the thick cloth's breaking point.

"Mmmmmmmggggggg! Fuuuuuuck!" shi gasped, interrupting the fox, who was about to speak.

He grinned at her as the cameras zoomed in for some close-ups of hir dripping feminine sex, which had thoroughly soaked the insides of hir legs by now. Hir ankles tugged at their restraints as hir swollen testicles jerked uselessly, building up more and more with thick feline seed. Already the size of hir fists, they were growing rapidly, matching hir cock, and soon obscured the view between hir muscular thighs.

"Question 8: What is the capital of the United States?"

Maloo vaguely heard a question, but hir mind was elsewhere entirely, marveling at how hir arms and legs had started to be pulled backwards by the growing muscles on hir back and rear. Even hir tail felt like it could crush something to hir.

"Ahhhh-ahgain?" shi slurs hazily.

The fox repeated the question, and this time the cougar could understand it enough to grunt out a response between groans.

"Waaarrrr... Washington..."

Ding! "Again, correct!"

Maloo's tail whipped back and forth and eventually wrapped around the lowered handrail of the hospital bed. As a camera focused on it, shi grunted and squeezed hir tail, easily bending the metal bars together.

The fox swallowed nervously and subtly shifted his podium back a few inches from the writhing, yowling feline.

"Question... ahem, question 9," the fox said, pulling at his collar awkwardly. "What's twelve plus five?"

The audience fell silent as Maloo's muzzle clamped shut. Shi was thinking madly, desperate for the answer, and fighting hard to break through the haze surrounding hir overtaxed brain.

"Ssss..."

Shi paused, unable to force hir muzzle to work as thrills of pleasure shot up hir expanding cock, which was now laying thickly across one heavy tit, spurting pre-cum across it. Well over sixteen inches and at least five inches thick...

"Ssssixx... teeeeeen," came the reply finally. The cougar exhaled heavily during the answer, obviously taking all hir now considerable strength to find the power to move hir stubborn muzzle.

The lights flashed and the audience cheered loudly as the cougar was fed another dose. Maloo's tail thickened up noticeably and wrapped around the handrail on the other side, beneath the bed. Shi repeated the bending trick, much to the crowd's amusement. Hir tail was tough, apparently - as tough as the rest of hir massively muscled figure.

Hir hips thrust into the air, causing hir oversized maleness to slap thickly against hir steel-hard belly and massive breasts. The cougar's fur splayed outwards as shi felt the electric lust speed through hir body, driving hir to heights of denied pleasure shi wouldn't have thought possible.

But suddenly the cougar went silent and still.

The fox looked up from his cards and found hir staring at him, completely motionless except for the lashing, long, powerful tail sweeping back and forth beneath the bed. Hir legs went solid, hir arms clenched at the mattress, and shi didn't move a single muscle, even as hir entire body continued to swell powerfully.

"Ah... a-ha," the fox laughed, nervously trying to ignore the cougar's disconcerting gaze. "Let's see... uh... Question 10, then." He tapped the cards on the podium and cleared his throat.

"What species are you?"

"I'm a cougar."

The fox's head whipped up. Shi'd spoken it evenly and clearly, without a hint of the passionate, lusty yowls present in the previous question's answer. Another dose of chemicals surged into hir body, but besides a faint shiver, Maloo didn't move a single hair.

"Next question."

"Yes, okay then." The fox glanced at the director, who just shrugged. Who knew? The audience was quiet as church mice, obviously entranced at what was happening on stage.

"Question 11: What's five plus five?" The fox watched the cougar carefully as he read the simple question, normally far too much for anyone to answer at this point.

"Ten," Maloo replied instantly, in the same monotone voice. "Next question."

"Question 12: Where are you?"

"The studio of Questionable Content. Next question."

The fox began to look a little desperate. The cougar continued growing, hulking up to something he'd never seen before. Hir massive breasts were at least HH-cup, and with the fresh dose... he shivered as he glanced at the screen. Nineteen-inch cock...

"Question 13: What's three plus two?"

"Five. Next."

"Question 14: Two times two."

"Four. Next."

Question 15: One plus five."

"Six. Next."

The fox began to panic and he glanced at the director again, who was busily conversing with the producer and the medical professional. The director looked at him and held a hand across his throat - cut to commercial.

"We'll be right back after these messages!" the fox said abruptly, and ran offstage. He glanced over his shoulder at the cougar and shivered - shi hadn't broken eye contact yet, and licked hir lips as shi followed him across the studio.

The audience remained deathly still, but the strain on the cougar's face started to show. Hir muzzle twitched and hir powerful tail smacked meatily against the wheel's of the bed.

"Look, just stall it out," the director told him. "We don't know how it's happening, nobody has ever done this before! But shi's cracking - look at hir. Just stall, dammit, and for God's sakes, no more questions!"

The lights came up and the theme music swelled just as the fox made it back on stage, and he grinned awkwardly. "Well, folks, I'm sure you're as excited as I am - Maloo here has tied our previous champion!"

The cougar began to growl softly. "Another question." This time hir voice broke into a moan at the end and trailed off.

"As you know, our current record is fifteen questions, which Maloo has just met," the fox continued.

The growling grew louder and more strained. "Another. Question."

The fox didn't dare look at the cougar as he tapped his cards. "Now, if shi can answer one more, shi'll be officially our show's record holder!"

The cougar nearly snarled, but the growl was turning in heavy breathing and soft moans. "An... another... question..." Hir muzzle twitched, but hir eyes remained locked on the fox. Hir cock was twenty-two inches now, and hir breasts were swollen hugely, thanks in part to the thick pectorals supporting them below.

Hir claws shredded the mattress as hir legs began to tremble.

"An... anooooooother queeeesion!" shi groaned.

A few more seconds... just stall a little longer, the fox thought. This is not going to end well...

"Okay, Maloo... are you ready to break the record?" the fox asked.

"Annnnnnn... annnnnnnnnnn... annnnnnnnnnooooo!" was all the cougar could manage before the pleasure overtook hir and shi degenerated into a series of lewd thrusts and moans.

The audience began to applaud again, the shock at the feline's too-calm demeanor fading.

The fox glanced at the director as the cameras zoomed in on Maloo's nearly two-foot erection, filming every inch of the lengthy, heavily-veined purple erection in high definition.

The director nodded.

"Question 16," the fox said quickly. "What's one plus one?"

The cougar glared at him as the drugs caught up with hir. Shi couldn't see straight, but shi could smell the fox, and shi could hear the question, but words didn't make sense any more. Shi had to get off... shi had to cum. The cougar's swollen testicles roiled visibly, pale fur stretching and moving around the build up.

"Judges?" the fox asked as the time ticked by.

Finally, after a few more long, aching moments, the buzzer sounded.

"Well, I'm sorry! Maloo did not manage to break our record, but shi did tie it!" the fox exclaimed, turning to the camera.

It cut away to the cougar, who's huge arms and legs stretched mightily against the restraints. The stagehands cautiously released them before backing away.

The fox dropped to a knee behind his clear podium and smiled at the camera. "Please join us next time on... Questionable Con-aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

The cougar hadn't bothered putting hir paws on hir cock as shi stomped across the stage. Flinging the plastic podium to the side, shi towered over the fox and grinned wickedly into the camera as thick gouts of seed crashed over the host yet again.

"On Questionable Content," the cougar growled, hir muzzle inches from the camera lens. Hir fangs glinted in the lights and even the camera operated scooted backwards. Maloo's fingers closed around the collar of the fox's suit and shi stomped away. Hir massive two-foot length led the way to the recovery rooms in the back of the studio, dragging the wailing fox behind hir. Shi left to a standing ovation from the audience, but the last thing heard over the end credits was the host:

"This isn't in my contraaact!"

EPISODE 2

The spotlights scanned the audience as the house lights came up, searching for the lucky contestant...

"Redwood! Come on down!"

A vaguely lion-ish looking canine strode down the center stairs towards the stage. The cameras zoomed in, catching the striking figure's face in the lens. His eyebrows were substantial, ending in points towards the center of his forehead, at the top of the bridge of his muzzle, and thickened towards the side of his head.

Gray fur covered his body except for the shock of golden hair hanging around the sides of his face, down to his shoulders. His hair was vaguely mane-ish, but only from certain angles. On a passing glance he could be mistaken for a lion, but the tell-tale signs would give him away: the tail, the legs, the hair.

Stark red fur outlined his muzzle and eyes. He looked quite angry as he climbed onto the stage, but the host fox realized it was just the foo dog's natural appearance.

"Well! Nice to meet you, Redwood!"

The audience applauded - one snow leopard in the front row was especially boisterous - as the host held the microphone in front of the foo dog's blunt, broad muzzle.

"Where you from, Redwood?"

"I'm from down under," the creature said. A bit of smoke trailed from between his lips as he spoke and the fox tried to ignore his angry appearance as he faced the cameras.

"All right! As our new contestant gets ready, let's bring out The Wheel!"

A stage technician and a nurse guided the gray foo dog to a hospital bed and strapped him in - preventing contestants from any kind of self-gratification during the hormone-laden transformation - as a large, wooden wheel was brought out, similar to the kind used on The Price is Right.

The crowd burst into polite "Oohs" and "Aahs" as The Wheel was brought into place.

"Now, Redwood," the fox said, taking his place behind his clear plastic podium. "You can get two free doses of our patented transformational serum if you spin our wheel and accept whatever fate it gives you. Otherwise, you can play the game as normal."

The choices on The Wheel were varied:

THE WHEEL (da da daaaah!)

1. Bigger and Bigger
2. Taller and Taller
3. Plus Two
4. Lactation
5. Super Tongue
6. Pick Two
7. Audience Choice
8. Fluffy to the Point of Death
9. Big Tail
10. Rubberizor 5000
11. Terrific Taurification

"What do you think, folks?" the host asked, grinning at the audience. "Should he spin?"

The snow leopard was cheering noisily for the wheel, as was a saber-toothed tiger sitting nearby. So were several other members of the audience, including a green-scaled koopa and a fox.

Redwood nodded. "I'll spin, fox," he said confidently.

"Okay! Let's spin... The Wheel!"

The large wooden wheel began to clack around, spinning between options quickly before slowing... slowing... and finally settling on... Pick Two.

"Yes, folks, that means two more spins of The Wheel! And our contestant will have two random transformations instead of one!"

The foo dog perked an ear from the hospital table as the host readied the next spin.

"Spin number one... is... Bigger and Bigger!" The fox grinned into the camera as he explained. "Yes, our lucky contestant will definitely see an increase in size during his transformation - a change in size all over!"

The fox took hold of a peg as he readied for the second spin. "Number two... is... plus two!" The crowd was a little disappointed, but the fox reassured them. "Don't worry - our contestant will get an additional two doses of our patented transformational chemicals before we begin asking questions." The fox beamed. "In total, he will have four doses before the first question is asked! Considering our record for the total number of doses is 15, he's well on his way!"

The fox ignored the hisses of the koopa in the front as he pulled out the question cards from his suit coat's pocket.

"Okay, Redwood... let's begin!"

With four doses of chemicals dripping through the IV into the foo dog's body, he was already beginning to feel - and show - the effects of the rapid-acting chemicals.

As the crowd murmured appreciatively, the gray-furred canine's wrists pulled at the restrains holding him to the bed. A warm feeling was spreading through him, accelerated by the rapid beat of his heart as the excitement of the moment overtook him.

He panted a little and stared up at the screen above his bed, which showed him a picture of his own body. Redwood's pointed ears twitched as he watched two small bumps form on his chest, noticeable as they rose from his gray pelt. Another puff of dark smoke blew from between his lips as he exhaled heavily, and began to squirm excitedly.

The warmth was causing another reaction as well: between his legs, the canine's sheath thickened considerably. His arousal grew quickly as the four simultaneous doses worked their way through him.

There were a few giggles from the audience as the canine squirmed a bit on the hospital gurney, but the host cleared his throat as he readied the first question despite that.

"Question 1: In what country is the religion of Shinto practiced?"

"Ohhh, I should know this!" the foo dog exclaimed. His ears laid flat against his skull as he tried to think of the answer, but it was difficult - a large length of maleness began to spread across his belly, and his nipples were feeling strangely sensitive in the thick fur on his chest.

"Come on, Redwood! You can do it!" shouted a fox from the bleacher-style seating. It was too dark to make out more than the fox's red fur, but he was obviously excited to see the foo dog answer correctly.

"Errr... I think... Japan?" the canine finally said.

"Correct!" the host said, and a reassuring "ding" echoed through the studio. The lights flashed and the theme music blared for a moment as a fresh dose of the chemicals dripped into the IV.

The warm feeling intensified as the fifth dose his the rest swirling through his bloodstream. His eyebrows rose, giving him more of a surprised look than an angry one as the two large bumps on his chest developed into breasts. The throbbing in his shaft began to grow as well, as the smooth shaft grew larger by the moment.

Redwood shivered as he felt the pressure of his new breasts on his chest, and shifted his thighs a little. There was something else happening between his legs, and despite his attempts, his restraints wouldn't allow him any relief from the growing sensitivity somewhere under his testicles.

"Question 2," the host continued, knowing that with the first four doses working together, the canine's transformation would be fairly rapid indeed. "Where are the 2012 Olympic Games going to be held?"

Redwood bit his lip and stifled a moan. "I never watch the Olympics... can I get some help?"

"Sorry, Redwood! There are no lifelines on this show!" the fox said, grinning broadly for the cameras, before they switched back to a close-up of the males breasts, which were growing visibly, stretching out his gray pelt.

The canine's eyebrows furrowed together as he pondered, and his tongue slipped out to lick across his lips.

The canine began to cough, and the fox repeated the question. Finally, something that vaguely resembled "London" came out of the canine's muzzle, and the host looked relieved.

"Yes!" The bell dinged and the lights flashed again. The sixth dose of chemicals dripped through the IV into Redwood's arm.

The canine was definitely showing the effects of the drug at this point. Most contestants began to display very noticeable changes at only three doses. Considering the four simultaneous doses the canine received, the sixth juts piled on.

Redwood's breasts swelled from A-cup to B-cup, then to C-cup. His black nipples enlarged and hardened, and he shivered as the cool air in the studio ran over them. He was acutely aware of the many eyes watching him, and the catcalls from the audience filtered through his lust-addled brain slowly. Before the host could ask the third question, the "Bigger and Bigger" aspect of his wheel spin was making itself known.

His dark erection moved back and forth across his belly as it throbbed, seeming growing with every steady beat of the foo dog's heart. It was soon thicker than his wrist by quite a lot. Redwood could feel the large weight on his stomach and lifted his head, but was having difficulty seeing over the large roundness of his newly grown chest.

He grinned lopsidedly and let out a moan as he waited for the next question. Between his legs, the pressure was starting to tingle more and more, matching the arousal in his heavy nuts.

"Question 3: How many actors have portrayed the Doctor on the BBC show, 'Doctor Who'?" the fox asked.

The gray-furred canine's hips shifted uncomfortably. As a sudden warm wetness began to leak between hir thighs, shi let out a moan and gasped hir answer.

"Uuhhhh," shi gasped. "I got... I got to think real hard... the Dr. Who toy box... it had all the... the... the Doctors!"

The canine's hips thrust into the air, causing hir rapidly enlarging maleness to smack against hir belly. The head bumped across hir breasts, streaking hir dark fur as shi closed hir eyes. A thick blob of pre-cum splattered over hir fur as shi hissed with pleasure before continuing. Hir feet hung from the end of the hospital bed as shi tried to think through the pleasure swamping hir luscious, over-endowed figure.

The host was impressed with hir growth so far - but then again, The Wheel had given hir the "Bigger and Bigger" option, so it was only to be expected. The stats on the screen didn't lie: eighteen inches of maleness and DD-cup breasts, and the third question had yet to be answered.

"Twelve... no, I'm liking eight... eight!" the canine said. Another thick glob of pre-cum burst from the tip of hir cock, landing between hir heavy breasts as it throbbed dangerously.

A buzzer sounded in the studio, and the audience groaned with disappointment.

"I'm sorry, Redwood! There have been eleven doctors," the host said.

With the sheer amount of chemicals pumped through the canine's body, though, it was obvious shi didn't mind. As soon as the stage hand released the restraints on hir wrists, shi began to stroke the large - and still growing - maleness jutting from hir thighs, massaging hir paws across the smooth length eagerly.

The fox watched, open jawed, as shi came, splattering a heavy load of white seed across the burgeoning breasts on hir chest. Spreading hir legs, shi grinned wickedly, eyebrows dancing as shi lay back and lewdly exposed hirself.

As the hospital bed was wheeled off, the lucky contestant still growing and shooting, the host smiled at the camera.

"Well, that's it for Redwood! What a great contestant! Let's give hir a ha-waah!"

The fox slipped on an errant puddle of cum and landed hard on his rump. The camera's followed his fall, and in the background a loud moan echoed through the studio.

"We'll be right back," the fox said, looking ruefully at the puddle of jizz in which he was sitting.

During the commercials, the audience was treated to a special live feed of the recovery room. Redwood's figure had blossomed since leaving the stage. Shi was laying on a couch, long tail wriggling as hir paws continued massaging hir hefty erection. Spread legs meant the audience got a nice look at the juicy, puffed up lips of the canine's feminine sex, and hir heavy balls had grown quite a bit, supplying a steady drizzle of seed that was still spurting out the canine's erection in fits and bursts. The large balls lay across the back of hir paw as shi worked several fingers deep between hir legs.

Hir breasts, at least HH-cups now, were much too large for hir chest. The bottoms of the huge mammaries were in line with hir bellybutton when standing. Hir hips had narrowed significantly, causing the twenty-two inch erection to look even more massive as shi pulled it against hir belly eagerly.

The backstage feed cut out, however, as the live feed resumed, and the host walked on stage in a new pair of pants.

"Are we ready for the next contestant?" he asked the audience, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"WINTER! Come on down!"

As the large husky-dragon stood up, the spotlights centered on him.

A former contestant in the audience grabbed a nipple in hir paw as shi shouted: "Wow, look at Winter already! Is there anything he really needs bigg-"

Shi was cut off by the cheers of the rest of the audience as the husky-dragon strode confidently on stage to stand next to the fox.

"Winter! Welcome to the show!" the fox said, craning his neck back to look up at the tall male. "Where are you from?"

"I don't think I should say where I'm from," the dragon said, smirking at the camera. "Us dragons have to have a few secrets."

The dragon didn't have many secrets, though, as he quickly stripped before the cameras. White fur covered the husky-dragon's chest and belly. Around his arms, legs, and back was dark black fur. Large feathered wings protruded from his backside. The top of the wings rose past the white horns protruding from the male's skull, and the lower tips stretched past his knees.

The dragon's heavy maleness, already quite large already, swung low across his thighs, sheath-less. A veiny foreskin covered the fleshy length as he hopped into the hospital bed and, with some bemusement, was strapped in by the stage technician.

"All right, Winter... I understand you've requested a slightly different transformation from our usual fare on the show?"

"Yes... I'd like to go female, please."

"We aim to please! But now it's time for you to make a very important decision. Will you spin... The Wheel?"

The lights in the studio focused on the rickety wooden wheel as it was brought onstage. The options had been recently updated.

1. Taller and Taller
2. Plus Two
3. Lactation
4. Super Tongue
5. Pick Two
6. Audience Choice
7. Fluffy to the Point of Death
8. Big Tail
9. Rubberizor 5000
10. Terrific Taurification
11. Tail Cock Terror
12. Nippledick Nightmare

"How about eleven?" the dragon asked, smirking at the host.

"Well, it's random, so you'll have to take your chances... what do you say, Winter?" the fox asked. He reached a paw up and took hold of a peg. "Will you spin and accept your fate?"

The dragon looked over the choices apprehensively.

"I think I'll stick with the regular show," he said finally.

The host looked a little disappointed, but continued on.

"Okay! In that case... Question 1: Who is the author of the Harry Potter book series?"

"Wasn't it J.K. Rowling?" the dragon said.

A bell dinged, signifying the correct answer, and the lights flashed as the host smiled.

"Correct!"

The dragon's first shot of chemicals dripped through the IV attached to his arm. He shivered a little as the tingling spread quickly up to his chest, soon encompassing his whole body in a light warmth.

"Question 2," the fox continued. He glanced at the stands, where an audience member was really getting into the spirit of things, and cleared his throat before continuing. "What kind of liquor is Captain Morgan famous for?"

The dragon gasped a bit as his thick maleness throbbed between his legs, though it was unfortunately not growing any larger...

"Hmmm... is it... rum?" the dragon asked. His small nipples were perking already as the chemical began to go to work.

"Correct!" the fox said. As the second dose was administered, he readied his next card.

The dragon's fuzzy chest grew in size quickly. Thickening and spreading out, the aureole soon increased to the size of half-dollars. The nubs poked noticeably from his fur, while his thick maleness was beginning to retreat, despite its arousal.

Winter shifted on the bed, tugging at the restraints. His erect member poked across his belly even as it shrunk; the fox wasn't ashamed to admit he didn't really like seeing such a nice,thick maleness go away. The dragon's pectorals were growing stronger, forming creases in the fur on the side of his body, as two thick lumps pushed upwards from beneath his nipples.

"This stuff is stronger than it looks," he gasped, thinking back to the slower effect it had on Redwood.

"Yes, well, it affects everyone differently," the host said. He tapped his cards, signaling the next question was ready.

"Finish this sentence: There once was a man from Nantucket..."

Winter looked down at his large member. It was at least a few inches over a foot in length, but it was gradually shrinking. The dragon's egg-shaped balls beneath the veiny, foreskinned cock throbbed and shifted. Each one was as big as the fox's paw, though due to his previous encounters with QC competitors, he was keeping his distance.

"Mmmm," he said, looking at the fox curiously. He began to pant as a pressure built up between his legs. "Hmmmph... who kept all his gold in a bucket, but his daughter named Nan ran away with a man... and as for the bucket... Nantucket!"

The dragon finished with a deep gasp of pleasure as his thick maleness began to spurt a steady drizzle of pre-cum, despite its diminished length. In fact, the further it retreated, the more pre-cum the dragon spurt across his belly, leaving a trail of clear dragon seed. That was probably due the rapid shrinkage occurring in the dragon's heavy testicles. Once as large as grapefruit, they were now merely the size of walnuts, and the pent-up cum had to go somewhere as they continued to get smaller, to the size of grapes, before the dragon' thick pelt completely obscured them.

His breasts were growing more quickly than his cock was retreating, however. Winter's breasts formed easily, growing beneath his fuzzy white fur with ease. His nipples continued to grow, more sensitive by the moment. Even the fur surrounding the nubs was starting to tickle, and he pulled at his restraints eagerly, wanting nothing more than to run his paws down his belly and up his chest.

The dragon panted and let his long loll from his muzzle as he felt a warmth between his legs. As his testicles receded further and further, he ground his thighs together, trying to eliminate the growing need.

"Question 4: Where did David Bowie's song 'Space Oddity' take place?"

As the dragon attempted to formulate an answer, his chest swelled at an alarming and lust-inducing speed, forming D-cup breasts. His white fur, though long, could not hide the highly-aroused nubs pushing through and quivering at the top of each large mound.

Winter's thick maleness was down to around seven inches and still respectfully thick as he shifted his hips back and forth, as far as the restraints would allow. The nipples on his breasts ached, each as thick as his thumb. He groaned and arched his back, spurting pre-cum into the air. His muzzle dropped open, but as yet he couldn't find the answer.

Winter licked her lips, as it was apparent her erection was quickly going the way of the dodo. Her figure was slimming down and the muscle tone she sported was quickly being replaced with more feminine curves. She stared at the fox, especially his crotch, and wondered how good he'd be in bed, as her mind fogged with lust...

"Well, Winter? Where was the song set?" the fox prompted, unnerved a bit by the dragon's staring eyes. Between her legs, a thick drizzle of feminine juice was staining the fur on her thighs... the fox had no doubt a team of stage hands would have to wrestle this one off the stage. Good thing they'd ordered all those extra-large dildos after the last time.

Or maybe the dragon leaning against the rails of the viewing area would be willing to help, if the male's two large erections were anything to judge by.

Winter was still unable to reply, however, as her shaft receded more quickly yet into the shallow sheath. Her balls had disappeared completely, leaving only the smooth Y-shape of her thighs, between which were the sensitive lips of hir new pussy. She noticed the dragon leaning on the railing and eyed his twin malenesses with obvious lust, as hir own shrunk smaller and smaller yet, more rapidly pulling into her hips, until her long belly fur hid what remained.

Licking her lips, she moaned as her heavy breasts jiggled back and forth every time she squirmed. They were large, full, and firm, and thanks to the dragon's broad chest, draped beautifully across her upper body. The soft, thick white fur looked longer and very smooth, despite the thick ropes of pre-cum soaking down to the skin.

Her thighs shifted back and forth and she let out a loud moan of eagerness as her claws dragged over the sheets of the bed. She needed to get fucked, and badly.

Finally, a buzzer sounded.

"I'm sorry, Winter! The answer was, 'In space!'" the fox said, finally ending the contestant's discomfort. Stage-hands released the dragon, who immediately tried to head into the stands, but was firmly guided towards the backstage area.

The fox tried to speak, but a series of loud crashes prevented him. He watched as a producer went up to the aroused dragon in the audience and whispered to him, before guiding him backstage as well.

"Well... let's give a big hand to Winter, everyone!" the fox said, glad for once not to have been subjected to an unwarranted facial from some hyper-horny herm.

He walked across the stage as he talked. "Let's get our next contest-aaaaack!"

He tripped and slid over a patch of clear fluid - a leftover from the new female's exit off stage, and cursed his luck as the camera's zoomed in from above.

"Gah... okay, we'll be right back," he growled, scowling as the wetness in his rump began to spread, his pants soaking up the clear ejaculate easily.

During the break, another live feed from the recovery room played for the audience.

Winter was bent over one of the couches, legs spread wide. Her rump had swollen during the changes, but only now, off of the bed, was it really noticeable. Her narrow belly broadened into the hips that supported that large rump. Further up, hir large breasts were hanging from her chest, squeezed by her elbows as she gripped the back of the couch.

Behind her, with a firm grip on Winter's large ass, the dragon from the audience was busily thrusting back and a forth, with an expression of glee on his face. The green-scaled male's twin cocks stretched the recently feminized husky-dragon two ways, and it was hard to tell which was louder as they ground together.

Several zoom-ups of the penetration itself caused a few in the audience to sport unwieldy erections or unintentionally dampen their seats.

The green dragon arched his back and let out a cry of pleasure they could hear all the way out in the studio as he came inside the husky dragon; both thicknesses shot off at the same time, leading to a waterfall of dragon-jizz streaming down the other dragon's furry white-and-black legs. Winter was obviously cumming too, and shi collapsed forward into the couch, elbows buckling as the lucky male satisfied her oversensitive new pussy.

"Again!" shi moaned, glaring back at him as he started to pull free.

The shot of the recovery room faded on a picture of the male, looking nervously back into the lens, and the host took the stage in another new pair of slacks.

Back from break, the fox quickly announced the next contestant.

"Come on down, DARWEN!"

A confident-looking orca strode down the stairs towards the stage. A tight t-shirt wrapped around his chest, illuminating the large gut on the orca's body. Pudgy was not an appropriate word to describe it, however, because the mammal's stomach was pure muscle. It was the kind of belly developed from years of weight training.

Tight shorts wrapped around a bulging maleness, and as he hopped onto the stage, he flashed a grin at the camera.

"Well, Darwen, welcome to Questionable Content!" the fox said, reaching way up to pat the orca on his shoulders. "Where are you from, big guy?"

"San Diego," the orca said. The fox nodded and turned to the camera. "Well, as our next contestant is getting ready, let's bring out The Wheel!"

Darwen carefully laid back on the bed, adjusting his back fin comfortably and laying his tail out between his legs as he was strapped in. Naked, the muscled orca's maleness was even more impressive as it hung over the side of his thigh, flaccid for the moment. He'd turned down the small, discrete towel, obviously proud of his package. The white glans looked shiny in the lights as cameras panned over his body, and he smirked as it hovered over his belly and chest, which were streaked with muscle beneath his thick black and white skin.

"Okay, Darwen," the fox said, standing next to The Wheel. "How about it?"

(da da daaaaaah!) 1. Plus Two 2. Lactation 3. Super Tongue 4. Pick Two 5. Audience Choice 6. Fluffy to the Point of Death 7. Big Tail 8. Rubberizor 5000 9. Terrific Taurification 10. Tail Cock Terror 11. Nippledick Nightmare

Darwen took a look over The Wheel's options, a couple of which were really tempting. He wondered how some of them could possibly work on him, but he still decided to do it.

"Let's spin it!"

The audience went nuts as the fox took hold of the peg and sent the wheel flying around and around.

After almost a minute of waiting, finally the wheel slowed and stopped...

"Terrific Taurification!" the host announced, at a loss as to describe the orca's coming transformation.

The stage hands quickly wheeled out two additional beds next to Darwen on either side, apparently because he'd need the room to grow.

The first two doses of the patented transformational chemicals began to drip down the IV into the orca's arm as the host readied his first question. A warm feeling spread throughout Darwen's body, starting in his chest and spreading outwards. His cock gave a jerk and pulled upwards momentarily, before laying thickly over his heavy, taut testicles, so that the head pointed down between his thighs.

"Question 1: What is the name of the motor sport in which drivers attempt to slide their vehicles around the racetrack on smooth wheels?"

Darwen's smooth, rubbery skin shone under the bright spotlights as he thought of the answer. Between his legs, his tail thumped nervously, and his thick gut rose and fell with each quick breath.

"Would that be... drifting?"

"Yes!" the fox said. The lights flashed as another dose was dripped into the orca's arm.

The large male, at seven and a half feet tall, certainly didn't need much help in the maleness department. Already his thick shaft was beginning to grow, and it flopped with a loud thud onto his belly, uncurling beautifully for the cameras.

Darwen let out a little gasp as it flopped against his powerful belly and shivered as the drugs went to work. His pecs, large and protruding, began to soften. Soon they were pushing outwards, but the fox didn't wait long before asking his next question.

"Question 2: Which American state is known as the 'Lone Star State'?"

The orca's A-cups didn't mesh well so far with his large belly, which pushed tautly against his skin, nor his thick maleness, already crawling up towards his chest and thick as his wrist.

"That would be... Texas," the orca said evenly, though the rapid rising and falling of his chest betrayed his excitement.

"Correct!" the fox said happily.

A stage technician emerged as the camera panned to the host for a moment. "We'll be right back after these messages!" he said.

During the break, the orca was repositioned onto his side. Darwen didn't mind, since it allowed the fin on his back a bit of relief, and judging from the knobs forming at the front of his hips, he'd need the extra horizontal room soon enough.

Both arms were now extended in front of his chest, however, and as his new breasts slowly expanded, his large biceps squeezed at them awkwardly. That could become problematic...

"And welcome back!" the fox said, as the cameras resumed filming. They panned over the orca, filming his large rump and legs as the drugs began to work overtime to achieve the desired effect.

"Question 3: Name a guitarist from the band The Beatles."

"G... George Harrison?"

"Correct!"

The bell sounded and the lights flashed. During the light show, the orca began to moan. His large maleness was stretching out now. Its weight caused it to slide across the sheets of the hospital bed as it lengthened against his round belly.

Darwen's back legs were changing. The orca's bones were rearranging, reforming his legs into digitrade versions. His heel rose and the bottom of his foot lengthened, until he was curling his toes around the sheets and shuddering at the pressure.

As his legs reformed, a new set was growing in. More pressure built in his hips as his backside curved at the waist. His large rump began to push towards the other side of the hospital bed, lengthening the space between his waist and butt as his spinal cord lengthened dramatically, forming a new backside that could best be described as horse-like.

His thick tail flapped against the bed in agitation as the two new digitrade legs formed from his hips stretchily, like modeling clay being pulled by a pair of hands.

Further up his body, the orca's chest was growing substantially. Each firm breast was visible now, and jiggling as his chest muscles pulled apart and squeezed together when he breathed. A large black teat capped each white-skinned breast, a small black dot in the sea of white that only ended at his sides, where his black coloration came back.

His large shaft was pulled down between his legs during the shift as well, moving along with his original legs farther underneath his hips.

"Question 4," the host said, trying not to get distracted by the ongoing display. "Where is Westminster Abbey?"

Darwen grunted. His white chin lowered as he curled his head over, but he managed to raise it while he answered.

"Mmmph... London, UK," he said. "Can someone come get my glasses?"

His large fingers curled into his palms as he pulled against the restraints holding them away from his growing chest as a stage hand stepped in and plucked the gold-rimmed spectacles from the orca's broad nose.

He breathed heavily as his breasts grew larger yet. Already they were squeezed between his biceps, forced to push together lewdly. The slick flesh began to wrap around his powerful arms as they grew larger.

His lower body was taking a more defined shape now. The orca's back legs twitched as his thick erection flopped and twitched against the bed. It hung from between the back legs, on full display to the cameras. His underbelly was just as large and taut as the stomach on his upper half, losing none of it's thickness or definition.

Darwen shivered as he felt his erection firming. His arousal was growing rapidly - almost as rapidly as his heavy testicles. The black orbs were clearly outlined against the white of his inner thighs and lower stomach. Already the size of his fists put together, they jerked a bit and he moaned eagerly as thick pre-cum bubbled out the white tip of his otherwise black-skinned erection.

His long backside stretched out magnificently now, meeting with his upper half in a crease of thick skin. A traditional taur, his four legs were all similar in shape and size at this point. Thick and squat, they wouldn't hold his large gut very high off the ground, but the screen measuring his progress didn't lie - he'd still be the same height as before.

The orca groaned as his cock throbbed a little and spurt a thick clear fluid across the sheets. He inhaled deeply, enjoying all the new sensations his grown body was affording him.

Darwen's eyes widened a bit as he felt something new occurring beneath his tail, and his arms squeezed more tightly around his breasts as he wriggled against his restraints. His front legs pawed at the air before they, too, were restrained by the stage crew.

"Question 5," the fox began, impressed at the orca's rapid transformation - and even more rapidly growing erection, which was increasing in size more quickly now to catch up with the male's new underbody. "Please finish this sentence: You can't stop rock and..."

The orca's answer came in the form of a throaty moan as he tried to hump his taur-hips forward. "Rrrrrroooollll!" he gasped.

More thick pre-cum bubbled from the white tip of his cock. Arcing up against the delicious roundness of Darwen's under-belly, the long black shaft throbbed warningly.

The orca's mouth opened, dropping his chin to his chest as he felt a sudden tingle between his back legs. He curled his tail over and blushed a deep red color as he realized what it was.

But shi couldn't hide the trickle of fluid running down the white flesh of the inside of hir thigh.

The orca's throaty moans only got louder as hir sensitive nipples were pushed more tightly towards each other by hir strong arms. Hir chest had grown significantly, now reaching to D-cup territory with no signs of slowing.

"Question 6: What is another word for the kind of wind funnels that frequently accompany strong storms in the mid- to southern-USA?"

The reply was slow in coming, but finally the orca managed.

"T... t... toorn... tornadoes!" shi gasped. Hir tail began to move again as the embarrassment shi felt quickly gave way to simple lust.

The top of hir tail was black, while the bottom was white. As shi lifted it, curling it up and over the long length of backside that ran into hir upper half, a camera zoomed in, getting a good look at the mammal's new anatomy. What could only be described as blubbery lips were dripping a thick clear honey down the inside of hir thigh, as hir arousal continued to grow to new heights with every dose of the chemicals.

The orca's scent was heavily infused with pheromones, affecting the host and several members of the audience.

The audience's silence broke as a few people cheered for the orca, who was paying very little attention to them at this point. Shi groaned deeply and thrust hir hips, causing the hospital beds to which shi was sprawled across to shake, and hir heavy shaft to fwap against hir rotund underside thickly. It was continuing to extend, curving up to press along hir underside perfectly.

Much, much thicker than before, the head was puffed up and throbbing. The entire shaft was rigid, but - and the orca desperately wished for this - a paw along the length would reveal a certain amount of softness in the thick, smooth skin.

The orca's nipples had also stiffened up. The nubs themselves were pushing at least an inch above the supple white of the large breasts; the breasts themselves were, according to the monitors, DD-cups.

"Question 7: Where is the Eiffel Tower located?"

"Paris, France," was the orca's agitated response.

Another correct answer, another dose of chemicals, making it Darwen's ninth overall. Shi moaned lustily as shi felt the warmth enter hir body, and jerked all four legs against the restraints, desperate to get some friction on hir aching shaft and pussy.

Hir tail thwacked the bed solidly, the large fin flattening the covers, as shi flexed hir arms, unable to help hirself. Darwen's eyes shut as shi squeezed hir supple breasts together more firmly yet, and sighed as one of hir nipples rubbed against hir smooth forearm.

"Mmmmmmph!" was the only noise shi could make between questions. It was getting more difficult to focus on the questions as both of hir large, taut bellies jiggled with excitement. Shi had so much more to play with now!

"Question 8: What kind of animal was Riki Tiki Tavi in the story by Rudyard Kipling?"

The orca answered quickly, getting the answer out before another wave of pleasure - and thick burst of pre-cum - prevented hir from speaking in anything but groans.

"Mmmm... mongoose!"

"Absolutely right!"

The fox glanced fearfully at the orca's growing maleness. It was a behemoth by any measure, and the screens were pegging it at over two feet already. Not surprising, considering the additional mass the orca had taken on, but still... it was scary! The fox's eyes noticed Darwen's balls, and he had to look away - the bowling ball-sized orbs were shining under the lights of the studio, and the last thing he wanted was for his secret fetish to be uncovered!

The crowd was cheering excitedly now, urging the orca on as shi wriggled against hir restraints, but shi was well past the point of noticing. Darwen's new, engorged nipples ached pleasurably as hir heavy breasts pushed around hir elbows. Shi stretched hir fingers in futility and moaned again as more thick pre-cum spurt against hir lower belly.

Shi bucked hir taur half, trying to grind hir length of thick orca-shaft against anything, but was unable to do much more than spread the seed across hir muscled belly with the head of the aching, smooth shaft.

Shi licked hir lips as hir four feet twitched madly, and hir tail curled back between hir hind legs again as shi waited for the next question, trying desperately to remain focused.

"Question 10: Name any kind of cheese."

Darwen's eyes rolled back in hir head as shi grunted out the first words that popped into hir head.

"Hoooover Dam!"

The buzzer sounded and the audience let out an appreciative yet disappointed "Awwww."

The orca-taur was quickly released from hir restraints, and both of hir hands went immediately to hir breasts. Shi twisted hir upper half so that hir back lay flat against the bed; hir lower half remained on its side, so that the large fin near the juncture of hir upper and lower halves remained flat against the hospital bed's sheets.

Shi drew hir legs up, surprisingly flexible, and used the upper pair of feet to to paw at hir length, which was spurting uncontrollably at this point. Hir hind legs pressed into hir oversized balls, squeezing the large black nuts firmly between the two smooth paws.

The fox couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched those enormous, shiny balls get squeezed and prodded, and quickly turned away to face the camera, resolutely ignoring what was happening. He'd watch it later. Many, many times.

As the credits began to roll, the orca let out a high-pitched squeal of pleasure. Thick cum began to pump from the shaft, arcing over hir front taur-legs and splatting against hir upper belly, painting the rotund mass a fresh shade of white.

The host smiled at the cameras, being careful to glance downwards to watch his footing as he turned to a camera.

"Well, that's all for this episode of Questionable Content... tune in next time for more fu- fuck!"

Not only did the fox slip on a large puddle of slick orca cum, his wild flailing caused him to stumble towards the center of the stage. Like some kind of slow-motion disaster, he pitched forward, arms circling at his side, and landed muzzle-first in the orca-taur's enormous balls.

Darwen saw the wriggling fox laying across the hospital bed and merely shifted a foot paw to the back of his head, keeping his head trapped against the smooth, firm orbs. The fox struggled for only a moment. His tail stuck straight out and frizzed up before it went limp, along with the rest of him; a noticeable bulge appeared in his slacks as he started to use his tongue, unable to resist. The microphone in his fingers dropped to the floor with a thud as he lifted his paws up to the edge of the bed.

The final credits rolled up the screen as the orca-taur was wheeled off, with the host still headfirst in his oversized nuts. Judging from the expression on the orca's large black and white face, he had many more plans for the vulpine in the recovery room.

But at least this time the fox hadn't ruined his suit.

EPISODE 3

The host glanced at the audience. Sparse tonight.

"Ahem!" he said, clearing his throat. "Welcome to Questionable Content! Please welcome to the stage our first contestant of the night... Gradion!"

The spotlights found the contestant easily. A fox on the short side with bright orange fur and black paws made his way down the stairs towards the stage. The stage itself was a large raised circle. Swiveling lights ran around the edge. The audience sat around the stage in the bleacher-like seating.

A broad grin split Gradion's white muzzle as he hurried up next to the host.

"Well, Gradion, welcome to the show! Where you from?"

Gradion smiled, green eyes flashing at the camera. He nervously ran a paw through the shoulder-length purple hair cascading down the sides of his face.

"I'm from Louisiana," he said.

As he was led to the hospital bed and strapped in, The Wheel was brought onstage. By the time the IV had been inserted into the fox's arm, the host was ready to explain it.

"Well, Gradion, I'm sure you're familiar with the show," he said. "Spin The Wheel and accept it's fate, or you can play the game the regular and far more boring way."

THE WHEEL (da da daaaaaah!) 1. Double Shot to Start 2. Lovely Lactation 3. Tremendous Tongue 4. Two at Random 5. Audience Choice 6. Fluffy to the Point of Death 7. Big Tail 8. Rubberizor 5000 9. Tail Cock Terror 10. Nippledick Nightmare

"I'll spin!" the fox said, and shifted a little to make himself comfortable. His body was naked but for a towel over his midsection, and his belly was perfectly pudgy to be extra cute. His thick orange fur was standing on end as he watched the host send The Wheel flying around and around.

It spun for several minutes before finally coming to a rest.

The host grinned. This would be fun!

"Tail Cock Terror!" the host announced. The audience applauded as the first two doses were administered to the fox as his reward for accepting the fate of The Wheel.

He panted as he watched the fluid drip down the IV, and grunted at the warmth of the chemicals as they spread quickly throughout his body.

The fox's tail wagged back and forth rapidly between his legs - his long, fluffy tail was his pride, and he wasn't quite sure what to think about having it turn into a cock.

There was no time to think about it, though, because the first question was coming his way, and already the towel was bulging with his growing arousal.

"Question 1: Finish this sentence: It was raining cats and..."

"Dogs," Gradion answered confidently. He shivered as another dose of the chemicals was injected into his arm.

There was a growing tingling in his fur, as though the air was statically charged. The fox let out a little whine as he felt his maleness push from its sheath beneath the towel. The third dose was starting to trigger quicker changes, very visible ones, like the pair of breasts developing on his chest.

Small as yet, they were fluffy and soft-looking, matching the general roundness of his cute, pudgy body.

"Question 2," the host continued, grinning a little at the first contestant's small noises of pleasure. "What is the first element listed on the Periodic Table?"

The fox wasn't sure of the answer this time. "Uh... hydrogen?"

"Correct!"

A bell sounded, indicating a correct answer, and a fourth dose was dripped into the male's arm.

Though his belly remained delightfully soft, his figure was changing. His hips became wider and his waist narrowed some. The fox's head leaned back on his purple hair, which was spread across the white pillow on the hospital bed. He let out a shuddering moan as his maleness grew thicker and harder, soon reaching his normal full length, and then surpassing it. The head of his cock lifted the towel away from his body, and after a few more moments, the white cloth slid away.

The fox whimpered as he realized he was now officially nude on live television with a raging hard-on, but the pleasure of the changes was undeniable. Gradion's small pink nipples pushed through his white chest fur as his B-cup breasts grew in. They were broad, if a bit flat. His nose twitched as he inhaled sharply, shuddering as pressure grew between his legs, under his balls.

"Mmmmmfff..."

"Question 3: Name two types of wine."

"Char... chardonnay and... syrah!" the fox blurted. He was having a hard time keeping his thoughts straight. The fox lifted his head and looked down at his burgeoning breasts, each covered with silky fur but for those two sensitive pink nubs. Gradion shivered as his warm breath wafted over the growing nipples and he leaned his head back with a groan.

His erection was larger than ever, thick and full and starting to dribble. His nuts kept up, filling out nicely in their fuzzy oval sac.

"Question 4: Name a man-made object visible from space."

"The Great Wall," the fox finally said, after much squirming. He panted and let his tongue hang from the side of his muzzle as he stared up at the screen suspended above him, showing him a picture of his prone body from above, along with the numbers behind his transformation.

Gradion's shaft was just under nine inches now and almost three inches thick. His breasts were, according to the screen, C-cups, and they felt nice and firm as they wobbled on his chest.

Gradion ground his thighs together as the pressure increased. He could feel the final major change occurring and grit his teeth together, sucking on his teeth as electric shivers ran up his spine.

"Question 5: Name two captains from any series of Star Trek."

"Oh... umm... I'm not a fan," the fox gasped, squirming in his restraints on the hospital bed. "But I know this!"

Gradion panted again, red tongue laying over his black lips as he forced the words from his muzzle.

"Kirk... and... Picard!"

"Correct!" the host said, his own tail swishing happily behind him as he watched the fellow fox struggle to answer.

Gradion shuddered as his own tail flopped against his leg. It was starting to feel unusual and sending pleasurable signals straight up his spine, similar to the ones coming from his engorged maleness.

But what really struck him silent was the sudden bursts of itchy, frantic pleasure from between his legs.

Shi moaned as hir thighs grew wet on the insides from the leakage - hir new feminine sex was fully formed now and fully aroused, though the cameras were stymied from getting any good shots of it, as the fox kept hir legs firmly clamped together.

"Question 6: What condiment is the molecule NaCl commonly known as?"

"Salt!" the fox cried.

"Correct!"

Another dose swept through the prone herm now as hir heavy breasts wobbled with greater urgency. Gradion's whole body was shivering rapidly, especially hir long, thick vulpine tail.

"Oooh... oh!" shi cried out suddenly, and arced hir back upwards, pulling on the restraints with both arms and legs. Hir long tail flopped over, curling around between hir legs, so that the tip landed on hir slightly rotund belly.

From the end of the tail, protruding through the long white fur at the tip, was a thick male erection.

It was impossible to tell through the vulpine fur where the erection started, but it quickly pushed out the tip by a good half foot. It was thicker than hir regular shaft, almost as thick around as hir thigh, and it began to leak copious amounts of clear pre over hir belly and shaft as they rubbed together.

"Mmm... mmmmffff!" shi gasped. What followed were several high-pitched barks of pleasure as shi ground hir tail-cock and normal cock together - until a stage technician carefully looped the fox's tail and strapped it against the bed, denying it the friction it demanded.

"Ffffff... bastards!" Gradion moaned.

"Question 7," the host continued, "and keep in mind, Gradion, a failed answer means you get to touch yourself all you want. Where is the Hoover Dam?"

The host grinned. No way this fox would last more than one or two more questions, not if the amount of pre-cum shi was spurting was any indication.

"Colo... no!" the fox said, groaning heavily. "Nev... Nevada!"

"Close one there - but correct!"

Yet another dose of chemicals dripped into the struggling herm's arm through the IV. Shi leaned hir head up and reached out with hir tongue, trying to lick the pink nipples capping hir large breasts. Each was about the size of hir head and perfectly formed, firm and with the best amount of jiggle possible.

Hir maleness crawled up hir belly rapidly, by now well over eleven inches and almost four and a half thick. The fox's stomach was a mess of pre-cum, matting down hir otherwise smooth and silky belly fur.

Between hir legs, the fox's sensitive lips ached for a nice, thick juicy shaft - thoughts that shocked hir with their urgency. Thick honey dribbled from hir cleft, soaking hir inner thighs and the sheets below. Further down, hir tail twitched rapidly as the fox kept trying to pull it up towards hir.

Gradion's pudgy belly rose and fell quickly. Hir breasts were beginning to spill downwards as they kept gaining cup sizes, and soon the head of hir erection was pushing into the cleavage, causing hir to moan all the louder.

"Question 8: Name the titles of two different Beatles' songs."

"Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds!" the fox gasped, saying the words quickly, as though afraid any slower and shi'd not be able to form words. "Yellow Submarine!"

"Correct!"

Another dose, and now the fox's body was barely recognizable from before. A before and after appeared on screen. Hir smooth male form on one side, the bulging, well-hung and massively-stacked version on the other.

Shi moaned at the difference, feeling every single nerve in hir body firing off. Hir balls felt like they were going to burst as hir thick pink cock head pushed deeper between hir oversized breasts.

Hir tail-cock was even larger now. In fact, hir entire tail was longer and bushier, surrounding most of the shaft except for the last eight inches, which thickly pumped out pre-cum, occasionally spurting it past hir curling black-socked feet.

"Question 9," the host said. "What is the square root of 16?"

"Mmmmph... sixty... nine," the fox said. The buzzer sounded, so what the groaning, squirming, spurting fox said next was heard only by the host, who stared at the contestant with wide eyes. Who knew the unassuming purple-haired vulpine was such a freak in the sack?

"Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen and others!" the host said, pulling out an umbrella and holding it over his head.

As Gradion was released from hir restraints, shi wasted no time in squeezing hir heavy new breasts around hir thick maleness with both paws. Hir groping fingers sunk into the firm mounds, digging into the long, thick chest fur as shi pushed them tightly down.

The fox swung hir legs wide, so that hir toes pointed in nearly opposite directions. Hir tail curled around again and reared back. The cameras zoomed in, catching every glorious inch of the massive tail-cock as it speared forward, and sunk heavily into hir own dripping pussy. Gradion's bark of pleasure echoed throughout the studio as inch after inch the thigh-thick tail-cock stretched hir new pussy to it's limit.

Shi began to cum, squirting thick gulps of white seed between hir heavy breasts. Between hir legs, hir cum mixed with the feminine nectar from hir pussy, which reached simultaneous orgasm, driving the fox into all new heights of pleasure as shi engaged in a very unusual way to masturbate.

Gradion was wheeled off still spurting to the heavily soundproofed recovery rooms in the back of the studio.

The host fox sighed as he put away his umbrella. Finally, a contestant that didn't cause him to change his wardrobe.

"Let's get ready to welcome our next contestant... Kailee! Come on down!"

A bright pink and green cross between a fox and cat jumped up excitedly and flew down the stairs towards the stage.

She hopped excitedly from foot to foot as the host held the microphone in front of hir pink muzzle. It was long and narrow, like a fox's, but her tail lacked the customary bushiness of a fox.

"Where are you from, Kailee?" the host asked, smiling at the energetic and brightly colored female.

"I'm from California!" the hybrid fox-cat replied.

"All right! Well, while you're getting set up, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

Kailee was led to the hospital bed and strapped in, giggling excitedly all the while. Naked on the bed, her coloration was really something to behold. A broad line of bright green ran down the center of her backside and over her forehead, ending on the bridge of her muzzle at her black nose. The rest of her body was covered with a thick pelt of pink fluff.

As she opened her mouth, laughing, the cameras caught a few glimpses of a green tongue between her small, cute teeth. Her similarly green eyes flashed as she wriggled excitedly on the bed.

"Now you have a choice, Kailee," the fox continued. "You can spin The Wheel and accept whatever fate it gives you - and receive two free doses of our Patented Transformational Chemicals - or you can refuse to spin and play the game the normal way. What'll it be?"

THE WHEEL (da da daaaaaah!) 1. Double Shot to Start 2. Lovely Lactation 3. Tremendous Tongue 4. Two at Random 5. Audience Choice 6. Fluffy to the Point of Death 7. Big Tail 8. Rubberizor 5000 9. Nippledick Nightmare 10. Tentacles from the Deep 11. Species Switcheroo 12. Knot a Problem

A large dragon in the audience cupped his hands around his muzzle and shouted "Spiiiiiin!" Other people began to cheer before quieting as the catfox began to speak.

Kailee grinned up at the crowd. "I think I'll take the spin!" she said, to loud cheers.

"Very well," the fox said, taking hold of a peg. "In that case, let's find out your fate!"

He spun the large rickety wheel hard, and or a few minutes the only sound in the studio was the clicking and clacking of the pegs in the wheel as they spun around - and Kailee's excited squeals.

Finally the wheel ground to a halt.

"Knot a Problem!" the host exclaimed happily. "Very well... let's begin... Questionable Content!"

The pink and green cat-fox just giggled more loudly as the first two doses of the Patented Transformational Chemicals began to drip down the IV into her arm. The warmth familiar to so many past contestants grew in her chest, causing her to suck in a breath sharply. Her black, pointed ears twitched as the serum went to work.

"Question 1: What city is the capital of Germany?"

Kailee's answer was quick and confident. "Berlin!" she said, giggling again. She stuck her light green tongue out at the audience teasingly.

"Correct!"

A ding sounded, and another dose of the chemicals was released into the catfox's brightly-hued body. She let out a little squeak as her nipples became more sensitive.

"Mmmm!" she moaned, and shifted against the restraints, causing her chest to wiggle back and forth. Each green-colored nipple was surrounded by a sea of plush pink fur, and the nubs were stiffening quickly as she became more aroused. The feline-vulpine mix had a nice pair of breasts already, around C- or D-cup in size, but already they were looking plumper.

"Question 2," the host said, moving quickly. "On what continent is the country of China?"

"Is it... Asia?" the cat-fox asked, screwing her eyes up as she concentrated despite the pleasurable feelings growing deep in her belly.

"Yes! Correct!"

Again the bell, the lights, the applause. Kailee let out a little moan. Beneath the small white towel laying across her midsection, she could feel a curious pressure between her legs, above her feminine sex. She spread her thighs apart as much as she was able, hoping to alleviate the pressure, but it just continued to grow.

The towel began to rise into the air, unmistakably in the shape of a large tube. Two round objects the size of quail eggs were faintly outlined by the cloth as well. The not-so-subtle change in physiology accomplished, hir body was now focused on growth above all else, and hir long tail lashed back and forth as the pleasure from hir new equipment increased dramatically.

"Question 3: The noble donkey is the mascot of what political party in the United States?"

Kailee's low moans both preceded and followed hir answer.

"Mmm... Dem... The Democratic Party!"

"Correct!"

Another shot of the chemicals flowed into the cat-fox's quivering body as the lights and bells went off.

Beneath the small white towel, which still covered the hybrid feline-vulpine's nether regions, the bulge was growing larger and longer, slowing pushing upwards along hir belly. Kailee moaned and cooed happily as shi felt the growth; beneath the hidden tube the quail eggs had grown into chicken eggs, and showed no signs of slowing.

Kailee shuddered as the lips of hir pussy began to ache warmly. The nerve endings felt tingly and shi pulled at hir restraints, desperately wishing shi could provide hirself with a little stimulation. The green and pink catfox gazed at the studio audience, starting to wish as well some plucky member would jump on stage to join hir - though that was unlikely to happen until after hir stint as a contestant was over.

Kailee's hips shifted, and the towel fell away, exposing her new sheath. The maleness was not actually incredibly long; most of the length was the round knot still inside the sheath. The maleness itself was no more than four or five inches, hard as it was.

The catfox's shoulders rolled, making hir green nipples sway back and forth, and the pink fur covering most of hir body rippled as shi shivered again.

"Question 4: How many members were there in Queen, the famous British band?"

"Ooh... uuunnnnffff!" the catfox moaned cutely, thrusting hir hips up into the air as hir sheath was slowly stretched by the growing knot between hir legs. "There were... four members! I love Queen!"

Shi gasped and opened hir eyes widely as another dose of the chemicals dripped into the IV in hir arm. Hir breasts, a respectable size to begin with, were quickly filling out and soon spilled over the sides of hir chest. Shi emulated the previous contestant and leaned hir head up to try and lick at hir nipples, but was unable to reach - if only The Wheel had given hir the tongue instead of the knot!

Kailee's sheath swelled dangerously. The shaft was growing, yes, but hir knot was thicker by nearly twice as much. Still, the shaft was nothing to dismiss out of hand - two inches thick and seven inches long was hefty for a girl like Kailee. The four-inch thick knot still growing inside the tight flesh of hir sheath was another matter altogether.

The catfox shuddered heavily and moaned as more thick honey dripped from hir aching pussy, and shi even tried to brush hir long tail over hir body. The fur did little but tease, however, which made it all that much worse.

"Question 5: Where was Freddie Mercury born?"

"That... ugggh... I don't know!" Kailee gasped, hips jerking up into the air. Hir enlarged breasts wobbled back and forth, jiggling delightfully for the cameras, as the tight flesh of hir fluffy pink sheath slowly began to peel back from hir knot.

Shi tried to stimulate hirself and cried out with lust as the sheath kept pulling back. Every motion sent thrills through the hypersensitive knot, and hir thick eight-inch erection bobbed above hir smooth belly, dripping thick pre-cum.

Finally the sheath pulled back completely. The knot pushed out lewdly; combined with the eight inches of actual shaft, hir cock was nearly a foot long. The exposed knot sent a whole new thrill through the catfox's body and shi let out a huge lustful moan that sent vibrations through the nearby host.

"An answer, Kailee?" he asked, but it was obvious shi would be speaking only in moans from here on out.

The buzzer sounded a few moments later as shi ran out of time, and the stage technicians quickly unbuckled the restraints holding hir. The host, meanwhile, pulled out his umbrella and cowered at the edge of the stage, awaiting the worst.

"Let's hear it for Kailee!" he said into the camera, as the audience applauded.

The cat-fox didn't notice shi had lost, or, if shi had, didn't seem to care. One paw firmly grasped around hir knot was enough to cause an orgasm the likes of which shi'd never felt before, and thick streams of sticky white cum shot over hir heavy breasts, adding stripes of white to the pink fur.

Hir other paw dived messily between hir legs, under hir tennis ball-sized testicles, and shi let out a half-moan, half mewl of pleasure as shi ground hir fingers inside hir body lustfully. The stage hands quickly wheeled hir offstage after a few more spurts erupted from hir sensitive maleness, a nice display for the cameras. Shi went as well to the recovery rooms in the back of the studio, gasping and shuddering all the way.

The host stood up, nonplussed. Two contestants, no facials - was his luck turning around?

"Let's welcome our next contestant on Questionable Content... LEOPARDA!"

The spotlights quickly searched out and trained on Leoparda, a medium-height snow-leopard.

He jogged down the steps, then turned and did an agile back flip onto the floor of the studio. He jumped up on stage and stood next to the bemused host.

"Well, we know you're excited!" the fox said. "Where are you from, Leoparda?"

There were a few catcalls from the audience, but Leoparda's ears only twitched a little to acknowledge them as he replied.

"Belgium! Land of chocolate, waffles, and more than a dozen good beers!"

"Ah, yes," the fox replied wistfully. "I've your country to blame for more than a few fun nights..."

He nodded towards the stage crew, and they guided Leoparda to the hospital bed and prepared his arm for the IV.

"Let's bring out... The Wheel!"

The fox smiled as the large wooden contraption was wheeled onto the stage.

"Will you spin The Wheel and accept your fate, Leoparda?" the fox asked.

"Hell yes, I'm gonna spin it!" the snow leopard said as he was strapped into the hospital bed.

The crowd applauded and the fox promptly set The Wheel to spinning. Around and around it went, clicking and clacking loudly as it ran through its many various options...

THE WHEEL (da da daaaaaah!) 1. Double Shot to Start 2. Lovely Lactation 3. Tremendous Tongue 4. Two at Random 5. Audience Choice 6. Fluffy to the Point of Death 7. Big Tail 8. Rubberizor 5000 9. Nippledick Nightmare 10. Tentacles from the Deep 11. Species Switcheroo 12. Three at Random 13. Cocktongue

Finally it slowed and came to a stop.

"Three at Random! Three at Random!" the host cried as the music died out.

He didn't waste any time and set the wheel to spinning again.

"Three more spins - three total options! Hope you're ready for this, Leoparda!"

The feline was. Already he'd wiggled his hips so much the towel draped over his sheath had fallen off, and the pink tip of his erection was poking from the tight tube of flesh.

"Spin number one... Species Switcheroo!" The fox consulted his notes. "This means Leoparda will be transformed into... a jackal!"

[Ed. Note: Species was chosen by using the "Random Page" link on WikiFur. The first entry to come up involved a hybrid, which was entirely too much work, but the next was a disambiguation page for Anubis, which was much more agreeable.]

"Spin number two," he continued. "Tremendous Tongue! Leoparda's muzzle will certainly be getting an upgrade."

The fox readied The Wheel for it's last spin. "Spin number three... Rubberizor 5000! Yes, thanks to our innovative research, we're now able to replace our contestant's body with living, feeling, stretchy rubber!"

The customary two free dose of the Patented Transformational Chemicals dripped down the IV into the male snow leopard's arm as he wriggled about excitedly.

"Yuuuusss," he hissed. "Rubber!"

With so much transforming to take care of, the drugs began to work quickly. Leoparda's hiss turned into a pleasant moan as the warmth spread from his arm and into the rest of the body quickly. He sagged back into the bed as a variety of strange sensations began to zip through him.

The host was pulling out his question cards - and wishing he had a set of children's Trivial Pursuit questions to make his life easier - when Leoparda's fur began to change color. The shift was dramatic and sudden, as though a shadow had fallen across the male. His light fur and dark rosette pattern was replaced with a deep shade of pure black. His chest and belly fur was replaced with coarser fur in a nice nutty brown. The rosettes remained, however, as a testament to his snow leopard origins. Instead of dark gray circles on his light gray pelt, they were silver on black, and shone in the lights of the studio.

Physically, he still looked like a snow leopard, despite the rapid shift in colors. But that began to change as well, even as the host asked the first question.

"Question 1: Where is Coney Island?"

Leoparda answered quickly. "Coney Island is in New York," he purred. His muzzle felt strange and he licked over his lips. Yes, his mouth was forming into a more pointed and angular shape, a change from the broad feline muzzle to which he was used. Fortunately it wasn't hard to speak around the new, thicker black lips.

His round ears twitched. The pink insides had darkened to a lighter shade of the brown fur now found on his chest. They were also migrating higher up his head, and becoming pointy at the tips.

His whole body shivered as the third dose went to work, and his long feline tail twitched back and forth. It draped down the side of the bed, apparently not taking any jackal qualities besides the color, unlike the rest of his body. His slim chest and hips didn't change too noticeably yet, but his legs reshaped subtly, from digitrade to plantigrade - matching Leoparda with the ancient Egyptian depiction of Anubis, apparently.

By this point, the male's pink shaft was firmly erect and bobbing against his smooth belly. The tuft of long brown belly fur teased at the pink head as he shuddered again and closed his eyes.

"Question 2: What's the largest fast food chain in the world?" the fox asked. "I'll give you a hint - it's not McDonald's, but their foot-longs are delicious."

"Subway!" Leoparda announced with a grin.

He groaned when he felt the fresh warmth enter his body as the IV administered another dose. So far he'd gotten plenty of the species change, but what about his tongue or the rubber aspects The Wheel had randomly promised him?

Even as Leoparda wondered, his muzzle was pushed open by the length of pink tongue pushing past his teeth. His eyes widened as he flicked his tongue outwards, and found it to to be prehensile in nature. Delighted, he spent the next few moments simply waving it around and curling it under his chin, then over his nose. Attempting to pull it back into his muzzle, he was surprised to find it still fit comfortably, despite the larger, thicker size and it' continued growth.

"Question 3," the host began. "Name a character from the hit musical 'Cats.'"

"Rum Tum Tugger," Leoparda said.

"Yes!" the host announced, and the lights flashed as another dose was given to the rapidly transforming snow leopard-cum-jackal.

The jackal moaned lustily as his nipples stood up, firming quite nicely. Unlike other contestants, his breasts came in quite slowly. The growth focused instead on his nipples, growing them larger and wider, while his chest hardly grew at all.

Between his legs, he felt a pressure and ground his legs together as so many other contestants had done. Just like them, it failed to alleviate the burning desire flaring deeply inside him.

Leoparda curled his toes as shots of pleasure darted across his body. His long tongue lolled out of his muzzle and draped across his chin and neck. Only the tip of the long pink length flicked a bit as he panted heavily, eyes rolling up as he felt his feminine sex begin to form under his expanding set of testicles.

"Question 4: Fill in the blank: Captain blank is the mascot of this popular brand of peanut butter-flavored children's cereal."

Leoparda panted and glanced at the host. "Cruf... craw... crawnch?" he asked. His tongue was getting in the way - obviously he needed to practice to get the hang of speaking with the abnormally large length in his mouth.

"Captain Crunch, yes!"

The bell ringed, signifying a correct answer, and another shot of the serum flowed through Leoparda's veins.

Shi shivered as shi felt the trickles of honey between hir legs and could feel the exposed lips of hir new pussy aching for some action. As yet, shi couldn't do much besides shift hir thighs together even more feverishly.

Hir shaft was thickening considerably and now was pushing past nine inches, with a healthy pair of nuts drooping across hir thighs, each as big as hir fist. The jackal now looked entirely like a jackal: pointed ears, slim waist, long muzzle, and strong legs. Hir tail, however, remained fully snow leopard, with plenty of silver rosettes along the broad, fuzzy appendage.

Shi let out a moan of pleasure as shi raised hir head to look at hir chest. Hir breasts were no more than A-cup at best, but hir nipples were thick and broad, spreading across a good part of hir chest. Each was about as large around as a coffee mug, and the length of hir pinky. They throbbed and shivered noticeably, though looked fairly out of place without a pair of large breasts beneath them. A peculiarity of the serum, no doubt - it affected everyone slightly differently.

Leoparda groaned and spread hir legs as wide as shi could manage with hir ankles still restrained, giving the cameras and the audience a nice view of hir gaping feminine sex. The lips were puffed up severely, red with desire, and hir paws strained to try and reach hir hips.

"Question 5," the fox said, noticing the jackal's fur was taking on a particular sheen. "In a normal speaker system in a car, what is the speaker known as that produces the bass notes?"

"The su... su... subwooooofer!" the jackal gasped, pulling at hir restraints.

The last part of the word sounded like an actual "woof," but the bell sounded anyways, and the lights flashed. Another dose, another dollar, thought the fox as he watched the squirming jackal.

Leoparda's tongue was growing to epic sizes at this point. It unfurled from hir muzzle slowly, and automatically sought out one of the generously thick and large nipples on hir chest to slather in warm saliva. The jackal bucked hir hips achingly as shi teased hirself, but the stage crew quickly put a stop to that by setting a large piece of clear plexiglass down in front of the jackal's breasts. It was attached a large metal pole, in turn attached to one of the ceiling struts. Apparently the show had planned for this eventuality.

The plastic was large enough to prevent Leoparda's tongue from giving hir chest any pleasure whatsoever, but didn't prevent the lusty herm from smearing saliva all over the slab of clear plastic, until thick droplets fell into the fur beneath.

Hir fur was definitely taking on an unusual sheen now. In fact, on hir belly, shi didn't appear to have any fur at all! Just brown, glossy skin the same color as the fur. As cameras zoomed in, charting the spread of the transformation, it was apparent this was the rubber aspect: the jackal was retaining hir coloration, but hir skin was being replaced with living plastic.

As the rubber spread lower, even hir cock and heavy balls were affected. This didn't stop the spurts of pre-cum, but changed the fluid visibly. Instead of watery and clear, the new jackal-frosting was thick and viscous, black in color. It oozed down hir smooth belly, smearing nicely before soaking slowly into the sheets, staining them.

The jackal's cock was sizable now, at least eleven inches, with no signs of slowing. How shi ached to get a paw around that thick maleness! As smooth and as slippery as it was, even hir own pre-cum was tormenting hir, as several beads of the thick black seed rolled down towards hir nuts, leaving a trail along the entire throbbing maleness. Hir sheath had gone, leaving the entire length to run smoothly down to hir testicles, now a single throbbing, combined unit.

Between hir legs, hir engorged feminine sex was similarly changed. The rubber walls of hir pussy squeaked audibly as thick black honey dripped from the opening, leaving a puddle in the sheets below.

The change accelerated quickly, and soon hir entire body was a mass of shining, flexible rubber, from hir curling toes to the tips of hir dark ears. As hir tongue slapped against the plexiglass preventing hir from reaching the rest of hir body, even it looked thicker and softer, almost like a piece of flexible silicone.

The stagehands had to tighten the restraints on Leoparda's wrists; hir new skin was slippery and lacked the friction fur provided to keep hir in place.

"Question 6: Name an American car company."

The jackal's whole body seemed to shimmer under the lights, lightening up slowly, almost like someone turned the gamma on a video screen up. What was happening was that while remaining black in color, hir body was becoming slightly translucent.

"Ffff... Ford!" shi moaned, pulling hir tongue back into hir muzzle in order to answer. It was strange to see the large pink length of tongue even withdrawn; the jackal's entire head was vaguely see-through at this point, so the pink of the tongue was always noticeable.

The jackal's large nipples jiggled back and forth madly. They hadn't gotten any larger, but neither had hir breasts, which stayed stuck at a small B-cup size, despite the over-engorged tits.

Below, hir belly rolled teasingly up and down. Shi was discovering how much more flexible shi was and belly-dancing was one of the easier things shi could accomplish now. The dance caused hir thick rubber maleness to smack against hir body again and again, splattering thick, dark pre-cum. The shaft was long enough, in fact, to start hitting the flat breasts on hir chest, which made hir even more horny.

"Question 7: How many fingers and toes do you have?"

"Twen... twen... wentyyyyyy!"

Another correct answer, surprising the host, who watched as the jackal's rubber body pulsed, growing more translucent yet. The white sheets below were clearly visible now when looking at hir from above.

More thick black pre-cum began to pulse out hir shaft in splurts, and hir sensitive pussy was squeaking madly between hir grinding thighs. Shi arced hir neck and started slapping hir tongue against the plexiglass barrier madly as yet another dose of chemicals ran through hir body. The lewd display got an appreciative murmur from the audience, and even the host was distracted enough to forget the next question for several moments as he watched.

"Question 8," he said finally, impressed at the rate of growth the jackal's cock exhibited thanks to hir stretchy rubber body. It was hitting sixteen inches already, according to the screens. "In what state is the city of New York City located?"

"Nnn... Nnnnnn... Nnnnmmmmm!"

The jackal's tongue was pushing out of hir muzzle thickly. Hir large black lips were firmly wrapped around it as shi slathered it across the soaking plexiglass, and it was apparent shi would not be answering any more questions as hir dark flashed with lust.

The buzzer sounded eventually, and the stagehands quickly undid the jackal's restraints.

The host expected to see the jackal use hir tongue between hir legs, but was more impressed by what the jackal had thought of: shi sat up, gripped hir long maleness in both paws, and simply curled it over on itself, then jammed the thick head in between hir legs.

The silicon-ish shaft was obviously more than flexible enough to accomplish this, and shi fed the still-growing erection deep inside hir body. The cameras, of course, got an amazing view of this action, considering hir semi-translucent body - it was obvious not only visually, but hir belly rippled as the thick tube was unceremoniously shoved deeper and deeper. Hir large balls were pushed to the sides of the cock as shi continue to jam it back and forth inside hirself.

Hir long tongue hung limply from hir muzzle, well past hir oversized nipples, as hir dark eyes crossed. Leoparda rolled onto hir backside as shi started to cum. The audience ooohed appreciatively as they watched the dark, thick cum spray into hir body in ropes, painting the inside of hir belly and chest.

Leoparda was quite the fountain, however, and soon hir belly began to expand with the amount of cum hir massive maleness sprayed inside hir body. Shi remembered the long pink tongue hanging from hir muzzle then, and used it to tease at hir engorged nipples. The squeak of rubber on rubber was the only noise in the silent studio as everybody watched hir drive the tip of the tongue into one nipple, stretching it from the middle out.

From the side, looking through hir translucent belly, the pink tongue went straight down, and shi started to shudder even more as shi repeated hirself on the other nipple.

Finally the stage crew began to wheel off the last contestant of the night to join the rest backstage in the recovery rooms. Leoparda's body was contorting further as shi testing the limits of hir stretchiness - an entire paw was being forced down a nipple as the cameras cut away.

"That's all for this episode of Questionable Content. Good night!"

EPISODE 4

"Gabriel Fawkes, come on down!"

The host fox beamed at the audience as the spotlights searched out the lucky contestant.

A six-foot white wolf hopped to his feet and sauntered down the stairs. The cameras focused on him as he made his way to the stage.

Dressed casually in a black shirt emblazoned with the words "Trust Me" and a pair of jeans that expanded outwards the closer they got to his bare paws, until they nearly draped over his paws entirely, the wolf looked fairly normal for his species. Black shoulder-length hair framed his face. Several strands hung over his forehead, crossing his glinting green eyes.

He wore a spiked leather collar around his neck and a simple leather band around his right wrist, the only accessories besides his natural black markings on his face, on either side of his muzzle.

Gabriel hopped onto the stage, grinning broadly.

"Welcome to Questionable Content, Gabriel!" the host said, holding the microphone to the wolf's muzzle. "Where are you from?"

"Boston, Mass," the wolf said, though there was little accent in his voice.

"All right! Let's get you ready - and while we're doing that, let me introduce you to The Wheel!"

A stage technician led the wolf to a large hospital bed. Unlike previous episodes, this time the bed was standing vertically. Instead of laying down, the contestants were positioned at a slight angle to give the audience a better view.

The white wolf was strapped in around the waist, wrists, and legs once he'd disrobed, and a small white towel was discretely placed over his midsection. On the other side of the stage, the cameras focused on The Wheel.

Large, colorful, and mechanical in an old-school way that belied the show's high tech nature, it listed various options that could randomly affect the contestants' transformations.

"If you spin the wheel," the host explained, "you'll start with two free doses of our Patented Transformational Chemicals. What would you like to do?"

The audience cheered for The Wheel, of course, because The Wheel is awesome.

"Spin of course!" the white wolf said, grinning widely again and showing off a muzzleful of sharp white teeth.

The host nodded and gave the large round wheel a mighty spin, sending it clicking and clacking towards Gabriel's fate...

THE WHEEL (da da daaaaaah!) 1. Lovely Lactation 2. Two at Random 3 Audience Choice 4. Fluffy to the Point of Death 5. Big Tail 6. Nippledick Nightmare 7. Tentacles from the Deep 8. Cocktongue 9. Nicely Turned Naga

As The Wheel spun around, the host glanced towards the backstage area, where he caught sight of a cougar's tail flicking back and forth from around a corner. He gulped nervously and went back to watching The Wheel.

"Cocktongue!" the host announced, as the theme music swelled. The audience applauded, a few laughed, but soon a large whiteboard was wheeled out next to the wolf.

"Since our contestant may find himself unable to speak, we'll allow written answers," the fox explained.

Already the first two doses of the serum was dripping down the IV into Gabriel's arm. The canine stiffened a little and bit his lip as the unfamiliar warmth spread through his arm and into his chest, then the rest of his extremities. It was relaxing so far, and the wolf sagged back against the bed with a sigh. The fur on his neck went down some - the only telltale sign of his nervousness.

"Question 1: On a standard Japanese keyboard, on what number is the quotation mark key?"

"The number two key," Gabriel replied easily. So far so good...

Another dose of chemicals dripped down the IV and he shivered a little at the growing warmth in his belly. The towel laying across his midsection was starting to move as he felt his arousal well up in his sheath.

He was still a little nervous about the audience and cameras seeing him naked, but the chemicals were having an effect he couldn't control, and soon the male's length was pushing firmly free of his sheath. The towel stayed mostly where it was, so the wolf's black tip was all that was visible poking out above it.

Gabriel took in a deep breath, trying to control the pounding of his heart, but it was difficult not to get excited. The long, silky fur on his chest billowed out a little as he inhaled sharply and moaned; already his erection felt tingly. The feeling quickly spread lower, into his white-furred sac hanging below.

"Question 2: What is the southernmost country on the continent of Africa, on the mainland?"

The host glanced backstage again. The cougar tail was gone, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"South Africa," the wolf answered.

The bell dinged, signifying a correct answer, and the lights flashed as the next dose was administered to the wolf.

Gabriel huffed as his nipples became suddenly sensitive. The nubs were the same color as his ebony shaft and poked up through the silky chest fur only slightly at the moment. But as he felt the fourth dose go to work, his chest was unmistakably growing. The thick pelt covering him didn't allow for much muscle definition in his chest to be visible anyways, but the twin mounds slowly rising definitely gave him a much softer look.

He leaned his head back and moaned again as his thick maleness bobbed against his belly. The thick head of his shaft was aching and Gabriel wanted to get a paw on it, just to give the slick, smooth length a few good squeezes, especially his large knot stretching out his sensitive sheath...

The wolf shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts as the host asked the next question.

"Question 3: What video game icon is famous for his red hat and mustache?"

Various rubbery squeaks and grunts from the audience can be heard on stage, but fortunately the microphones don't pick up the background noise - much. The host peers into the darkened audience as he waits for the wolf to answer.

"Mario!"

Another correct answer meant more flashing lights, the reassuring ding, and another dose.

Gabriel shuddered and clenched his black claws into his palms as his chest continued to expand. The sensitivity in his nipples meant even the slight air movements in the studio were sending little shocks of pleasure through him, and he started to growl lustfully.

The wolf shifted his legs back and forth, using the little slack afforded him to cross his knees at time. He was feeling something unusual between his legs,and it was getting more and more sensitive...

The wolf was about to open up his muzzle to moan again, but was shocked into silence as a thrill went through his tongue.

He went absolutely still, but couldn't control his throat. He swallowed nervously, and felt his tongue slide against the roof of his muzzle. Another shocking little burst of pleasure made him gasp.

"Question 4: Taiwan is an island off the coast of what country?"

Gabriel's first attempt to answer was more of a mumble, but he cleared his throat and tried again, doing his best to ignore the pleasurable effects attempting to speak had on his suddenly sensitive tongue.

"Ch... Chawna," he managed to say finally. His tongue felt thick and not as flexible.

"Correct!"

Gabriel's chest was coming in nicely now, but it didn't distract him from what was happening between his legs. His toes curled in and out rapidly as his knees pulled upwards, stopped only by the restraints on his ankles.

The wolf let out a long, low moan as shi felt the tingling sensation in hir sensitive new lips, and the cameras zoomed in for a close up the hermified canine's crotch.

Gabriel's shaft jerked roughly, spurting a burst of clear pre-cum across hir smooth belly as shi whined needfully. Shi hadn't expected hir new feminine sex to be so... hot. Shi felt a warmth emanating from down there, even as slick fluids began to drip down the inside of hir thighs.

Shi looked down at hirself, then up at the screen mounted a few feet away from hir, charting hir progress. C-cup breasts... 9-inch maleness... even an inch or so in height...

"Question 5: Are penguins found at the North or South Pole?"

The fox hosting the show glanced into the audience, eyes wide at the display of affection happening between a snow leopard and a rubber jackal, and was only able to look away when he heard the wolf's answer.

Gabriel moaned and shuddered as shi tried to say "South Pole," but it came out almost unintelligible, so instead shi tried to right out hir answer on the whiteboard next to hir.

As shi wrote the words "South Pole" in shaky script, hir lips stretched out as shi tried to keep hir muzzle closed.

It didn't work. As soon as the seventh dose of chemicals entered hir bloodstream, hir muzzle went wide and the wolf let out a moan of pleasure. A thick male shaft flopped free and drooped over hir chin, jerking lightly as it dribbled a thin amount of pre-cum onto hir growing chest.

Gabriel's cocktongue began to stiffen quickly, rising up until the head curved upwards slightly and hovered at nose-level. Around six inches in length - at lest, the part that protruded from the wolf's lengthy muzzle - the long shaft looked identical to the wolf's other maleness, except for size. Throbbing heavily across Gabriel's belly, hir shaft had reached nearly a foot in length.

"Yo dawg, I herd u like blowjobs, so we put a cock in your muzzle so you can give blowjobs while getting blowjobs!"

The host glared up at the obviously much more clever person sitting in the stands before returning to his note cards. Stupid, fast rivers, thinking of all the good jokes.

Gabriel didn't seem to hear the catcalls. Shi was much to busy with more important things. Between hir legs, his pussy was aching, and shi wondered if the feeling would ever go away. The large length sticking out of his muzzle felt incredible, and combined with hir other shaft, shi was sure shi wasn't going to be able to last much longer without cracking.

Thick pre-cum shot across hir breasts. They looked good on the white wolf. A thick tuft of fur at the top of his cleavage hung down a bit, giving hir a lush look, especially considering how much hir waist had shrunk. As shi arced hir body away from the bed,leaning forward and pulling at the restraints, the camera's peeked behind, getting a view of hir round and firm rump.

Gabriel settled back against the upright hospital gurney, moaning thickly around the throbbing length that had replaced hir tongue. More pre-cum dripped from the tip now, and a drop fell perfectly onto one of hir broad black nipples, causing it to shine nicely under the lights. Hir cheeks were bulging, more than the length itself could account for. What else was going on inside that muzzle?

"Question 8," the host said, glancing at the states. Fourteen inch maleness, D-cup breasts... impressive. "What is twelve divided by three?"

Gabriel shuddered and shook heavily as shi struggled to scribble out the number four on the white board. Shi was resiting the urge to cave in, despite the deliciously perverted thoughts swirling through hir lust-addled brain. Hir cock would feel so good sliding between those large, white-furred tits... and hir fingers sliding deep between the juicy folds between hir legs...

The "4" written on the board looked okay, except for the bottom leg, which trailed off in a mad squiggle as the wolf bucked outwards again. Hir long cock, which had been pointing upwards, towards hir breasts, was starting to point outwards thanks to its weight. Now at a forty-five degree angle, it dripped thick pre directly onto the stage, past hir flexing toes.

The wolf's chest heaved as shi inhaled deeply through hir nose - shi wasn't having any trouble breathing, judging from the way those mountainous tits were rising into the air every time shi inhaled. They hung from hir chest perfectly, firm and slightly tear-shaped, capped in a large and thick black nipple. Shi shivered again, causing hir lengthy maleness to swing back and forth heavily.

Gabriel attempted to look at hir stats, but it was getting hard to focus hir eyes - they were drawn instead to the massive cock extending from hir muzzle, well past hir nose, and at least ten inches long by this point. Every time shi tried to flex hir tongue, shi felt the pleasure tremor along the length, making more thick pre-cum drip out onto hir rack.

The fox could read the stats, however, and was impressed. F-cup breasts, sixteen inches of maleness, another ten in the muzzle... shi was taking to the serum quite well, but he doubted whether shi could answer another question correctly.

"Question 9: What year is it?"

"That question's too hard!" came a shout from the audience, from a fan of the wolf's, apparently. The same smart ass as before, no doubt.

Still, the host waited as Gabriel clutched the marker in hir paw in a death grip and shakily extended hir wrist towards the board.

Gabriel tried terribly to focus on what was asked of hir, but hir sex-addled mind was not letting it sink in. All shi managed to do was make an odd smudge on the board before shi dropped the marker onto the stage floor. The horny wolf started trying to get out of the restraints, needing to answer hir body's needs, hir need to paw, to fuck, to pound both hirself and someone else.

The timer ran down as the wolf's hips thrust again and again out into the air, giving the audience a lovely view of the wolf's thick erection and melon-sized knot. Finally the buzzer sounded, ending the wolf's run.

"Sorry, Gabriel! But looks like that's it..."

The wolf was released, and shi staggered on hir feet. The camera's caught hir muzzle as a massive knot popped out of hir cheeks, which deflated suddenly as the hypersensitive ball was pushed past hir teeth, causing hir eyes to roll wildly and hir knees to buckle, threatening to make hir fall. Shi regained hir composure, however, and stagged across the stage, despite the massive tonguecock hanging out between hir thick black lips.

Hir paws reached out as shi stumbled across the stage to the fox, who was facing the camera, backside to the wolf. Apparently he'd gotten a little confident after the last episode, in which he'd managed not to get splooged on at all during the last episode.

Gabriel's claws sunk into the fox's shoulders and he let out a little yelp in mid-sentence.

"We'll be right back with our next contestaaack!"

The cameras kept rolling as the wolf used hir other paw to tear off the fox's slacks. Shi flipped the vulpine around, so that he was facing hir, and sunk hir claws into his hips. The last thing the cameras caught before they cut to the break was the wolf shoving hir thick maleness deep into the fox. As he opened his muzzle to cry out, the wolf pushed hir muzzle forward and sunk hir thick tonguecock deeply into the fox's muzzle.

He started to cough and choke on the length, but the wolf didn't relent; shi had nearly hilted him two ways as the picture faded out.

Back from break, the fox walked bow-legged into the center of the stage. The wolf had apparently kissed him goodbye as well, because the white fur around his muzzle was still damp from a quick cleaning during the commercial break. He stretched his jaw out uncomfortably, and hoped either of the wolf's knots wouldn't be leaving stretch marks.

"Let's call our next contestant onto the stage!" the fox said warily. He deserved a raise after that last contestant...

"Do you get paid extra for that?" shouted an audience member. The fox just glared before checking his notes on the next contestant's name.

"Please welcome... Odin!"

A tigeress stood up in the audience and made hir way down to the stage, careful not to slip on the spooge puddles left behind by inconsiderate audience members.

On stage, she stood next to the fox and smiled.

"Well, Odin, where are you from?" he asked, holding the microphone up to her muzzle. She was taller than him by a good head at least.

"Idaho," she said.

"Well, it's a pleasure to have you! Ready to play... Questionable Content? Let's begin!"

The theme music blared as the feline was led to a waiting, upright hospital bed, where shi was promptly strapped in. Naked, the host was surprised to see a male sheath and testicles between hir legs. Unusual - though exciting! The first herm contestant on QC, the game show about transforming contestants into herms!

The host was about to explain The Wheel, but a large green dragon stumbled towards the stage, before being gently guided back towards the seats.

"Your jobs half done! They gonna cut your pay on this one?" came a shout from the audience, and the fox sighed. The audience was quiet as church mice last night, and tonight they're ready to bum rush the stage...

"Let's bring out... The Wheel!" the fox said, ignoring the catcalls, and wincing as he walked over to the mechanical contraption. "Spin the wheel and accept your fate, or play the normal way... which will it be, Odin?"

THE WHEEL (da da daaaaaah!) 1. Lovely Lactation 2. Two at Random 3 Audience Choice 4. Fluffy to the Point of Death 5. Big Tail 6. Nippledick Nightmare 7. Tentacles from the Deep 8. Nicely Turned Naga 9. Organic Milk Co-op 10. Udderly Fantastic 11. Slot Machine Species

"Spin the wheel," was the tiger's automatic response.

The host grinned into the cameras. "Excellent! Here we go..."

The Wheel clacked to a stop on Two at Random, and the audience gasped collectively.

"That means two more spins - two more random transformations!" the fox said happily, enjoying the randomness of it all.

The first spin went round and round and round, finally settling on... Udderly Fantastic.

"Laughter?" the fox asked, addressing the audience. "Hope you brought your ponchos!"

He spun the wheel again, and watched as it clacked around once more, coming to a stop at... Tentacles from the Deep!

"Well, this should be... interesting?" the fox said, grinning hugely at the restrained tiger. The first two freebie shots were quickly administered, starting the tiger off, and he readied his notecards to ask the first question.

Odin shuddered as shi felt the serum enter hir bloodstream. It warmed hir immediately and shi sighed happily, excited at what was to cum. Hir sheath twitched, exposing a bit of pink maleness, even before the first question wa asked.

"Question 1: Name the two colors primarily associated with wine."

"White and red," Odin replied.

"Correct!" the fox said. The lights flashed for a moment as the next batch of chemicals dripped into the IV.

Odin shuddered as shi felt hir body react. The orange and black fur coating hir figure stood straight out for a moment, but shi shook hirself to get it to lay back down. The tiger coudn't control the twitching of hir tail, however, nor could shi control the way hir belly was slowly enlarging, just above hir thighs. Fleshy pink skin began to show through the white fuzz on hir abdomen and shi gazed downwards, watching closely.

"Question 2: Finish this sentence: 'He was out at the bars until the cows came...'"

"Home," Odin said confidently.

"Correct!"

Another dose of chemicals was administered as the crowd applauded. The fleshy patch on the tiger's lower belly grew larger and rounder, and six nubs began to push out from the pale skin.

Above, Odin could feel hir nipples become more sensitive. They firmed up quickly, and shi had to be careful not to breath to heavily over them to avoid the tingling, aching feeling from getting too strong.

Hir maleness slowly pushed free from hir sheath, until it was bobbing outwards, at a ninety-degree angle from hir belly. Standing at an angle, leaning back agains the hospital bed as shi was, definitely allowed for better views of hir erection. The pink shaft thickened considerably as the chemicals rushed through hir, and shi couldn't help but moan again, loudly.

The tiger's lower belly was filling out, expanding into a circle - the "Udderly Fantastic" option upon which The Wheel had landed was no lie. The crowd cheered as the six large teats drooped from hir fleshy milkbag, but they kept drooping - and drooping.

Soon the six teats were hanging down past hir testicles - until they rose into the air, weaving about of their own accord. So that's where "Tentacles of the Deep" came in.

The tiger's hips shifted as shi cried out in pleasure. The six long teats were already beginning to dribble creamy milk from their tips, despite the nearly 16-inch length of each.

"Love you, Odin!" came a piercing shout from a familiar green and pink member of the audience.

"Question 3: What is it called when a bear sleeps through the winter?"

"Hibernation," the tiger responded. Not spoken so much as moaned out lustfully, the fox noticed.

The six weaving udder-teats were stretching in every direction at this point, still growing in length as a thicker stream of creamy milk dribbled out the tips. Hir hips thrust forward, causing hir growing maleness to spear forwards, hitting the ten-inch mark and then blowing right past. Beneath hir thick tiger-stalk, a pair of white-furred testicles hung, expanding along with the cock, ready to provide a healthy dose of cum whenever shi was finally able to reach orgasm. Between hir legs, the tiger's pussy ached to be filled. Shi was familiar with the sensations, having started out as a herm, but was surprised at the intensity of the lustful feelings wracking hir changing body.

"Question 4: What city is commonly known as 'The City of Angels'?"

"Los Angeles," was the throaty response.

The bell dinged and the lights flashed; another dose was administered.

The serum was working quickly on the tiger. Hir udder was huge now, and hung down on top of hir erection, forcing it to point lower, towards the floor. Hir breasts had swelled several cup sizes, now nearly DD in size. The large pink nipples capping each tit were similarly enlarged, and ached to be rubbed.

The tiger struggled against hir restraints wantonly, eyes casting up into the audience at a catfox leaning on the railing nearest the stage.

Odin's long orange and black tail flicked back and forth rapidly against hir calves as shi moaned headily, pulling hir wrists against their restraints. Several of hir teat-ticles were starting to grind around hir nipples, while others were reaching down, between hir legs. Well over two-feet in length, each at least three inches thick, the host was at a loss as to how the stage crew could be expected to stop the tiger from pleasuring hirself with them, though that would probably cause hir to answer the questions wrong even more quickly.

Still, he readied the next question. The tiger could manage at least one more, he reckoned.

"Question 5: In what city is Big Ben located?"

"Lloooon... Londooon! Englaaaand!" the tiger yowled. The reason for hir moan was obvious, as two of the prehensile, extra long teats attached to hir swollen udders dived between hir legs, stretching out hir dripping pussy. They dived into the folds, filling hir insides, as the flow of milk from the six teat-ticles continued to grow stronger.

Hir thick erection passed a foot in length as shi thrust blindly into the air. The host quickly readied his next question as the latest dose of the serum went to work.

The audience quieted as they watched. Whispered debates erupted over the tiger's ability to answer.

"Question 7: Name any continent."

Obviously in a dairy state of mind, the tiger's hips jiggled back and forth. Hir long erection flopped upwards, smacking into hir enormous udder, making the whole pink, fleshy bag of milk jiggle delightfully.

"Pizza!" shi cried out, obviously not having heard the question.

The buzzer sounded, and shi was quickly released from hir restraints. The fox turned towards the camera and was about to announce a commercial break... but the tiger got their first.

Four of hir thick tentacles wrapped around his shoulders and chest as hir claws tore his slacks away from his body. One of the tentacles shoved itself into his muzzle, causing his cheeks to bulge and thick cream to leak from his nose.

The fox squirmed, but the tiger had him pinned. Before the stagehands could pull the horny feline off, shi had reared hir hips back and thrust forward.

The cameras recorded the fox's wide eyes as they faded out to commercial; in the background, another feline, this one colored green and pink, was running onto the stage to help restrain the menacing tiger.

***** COMMERCIAL ******

TYPE YES IF YOU WANT TO BE A CONTESTANT

1. Hayaikawa: YES
2. Tilbur: YES
3. baylith: YES
4. Shayde: YES
5. Minoko: Yes
6. Semtexagon: YES!
7. Tiger-Shifter: YES
8. Riveren: YES
9. Semtexagon: YES
10. Chester: YES ;)

Back from commercial, the fox glared at his producer before smiling at the camera. His tail was lifted, gingerly, over his sore rump.

"Let's welcome our next contestant to the stage to play Questionable Content!" he annound. "Come on down... RIVEREN!"

Riveren did a victory fist pump as he ran down to the stage, nearly slipping on a puddle of cum on the way left behind by a previous, rubbery contestant.

The slim male's fur was a dashing mixture of browns, blacks, and silver, mingling across his body. His chest was slim, as was his belly, but his arms and legs looked toned and fit beneath his pelt.

He cocked his angular muzzle towards the host as the fox pushed the microphone towards him.

"Where you from, Riveren?" he asked, grinning.

"I'm from Boston," the coyote said, smiling broadly. "How you like dem apples?"

"Our second contestant from Boston tonight!" the fox replied, beaming. "As you're getting ready to play, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

The coyote was quickly and efficiently strapped into the hospital bed. At its high angle, he was facing the crowd and cameras nearly standing straight up. The towel laying across his belly draped over his sheath as he inhaled softly, trying to calm himself down a little - he'd seen the other contestants devolve into moaning, spurting buckets of lust, and he had no intention of falling into that trap himself.

The Wheel was brought on-stage, and the host smiled at the coyote. "None of your tricks now... are you ready to spin The Wheel? Or will you pass?"

Riveren thinks for only a moment. Caught up in the excitement, he decides quickly.

"I think I'll Spin the Wheel!"

1. Lovely Lactation
2. Two at Random
3. Audience Choice
4. Fluffy to the Point of Death
5. Nippledick Nightmare
6. Nicely Turned Naga
7. Organic Milk Co-op
8. Slot Machine Species
9. Oldie But Goodie
10. Prehensile Penis
11. Bimbo Bombshell
12. Junk in the Trunk
13. Helping Hands

The audience applauded as the host took hold of a peg and sent the large wooden wheel spinning. Soon the only noise was the gradually spinning clicking and clacking as it came to rest on... Fluffy to the Point of Death!

The first two doses of the Patented Transformational Chemicals dripped down the IV into Riveren's arm. The coyote let out a soft, "Oh!" as the warmth grew quickly throughout his body.

The audience reacted in unison, emitting the kind of "Awwwwww!" you only hear on Oprah when there's a picture of some kid trying to eat ice cream and failing.

Riveren shivered as his thick pelt of assorted browns and blacks rippled, the fur standing up on end and floofing out nicely. The coyote tried to get it to lay back down, but failed.

Then, it was time for the first question.

"Question 1: Finish this sentence: 'The quick brown dog jumped over the lazy...'"

"Fox!" Riveren said, grinning.

The host smiled back, but then remembered the previous two contestants and tried not to look quite so foxy. "Correct!"

The third dose entered Riveren's body amidst a ringing bell and flashing lights. The coyote was already showing signs of his transformation after the first three doses, as he ground his thighs together.

The coyote's black nipples perked, and his sheath swelled as the arousal grew. Above all, the pressure between his legs made him moan.

"Question 2: Name a country located on the continent of North America."

Riveren squirmed at the feeling of the chemicals rushing through his body.

"Canada," he answered, not having to think too much despite the arousal building inside him.

The coyote shivered as he felt two mounds form on his chest. He looked down at himself and was not surprised to see the small breasts building on his chest. Lower, his sheath swelled dangerously against the white towel draped over his midsection, and between his legs he felt the pressure grow more intense yet. He squirmed in his restraints, panting now, as he waited for the inevitable...

Before anything else could occur, though, the host asked the next question.

"Question 3: Who sang the song, 'Material Girl'?"

Riveren wriggled a little more, trying not to pay attention to his growing arousal, and focus only on the questions.

"Madonna," he said through gritted teeth.

"Correct!"

Again the bell and the lights, and again the coyote let out a small whimper of pleasure. His shaft was growing thickly now, pushing up against the white towel.

Between the coyote's legs, something else was happening, and Riveren barked with delight as shi felt the nerves in hir freshly formed folds shooting off, sending delicious tingles up hir body. Hir wriggles caused hir chest to wobble, shaking the B-cup breasts and the thick nipples capping them.

The nipples, unfortunately, were nearly hidden under the coyote's thick fur. The coarseness of hir fur was diminishing, somewhat. The lights illuminated instead how sleek and soft hir pelt was becoming. It's length increased gradually, subtly surrounding hir nipples and sheath, and hung from hir arms and legs thickly. The electric pleasure shi was feeling from hir new feminine sex, however, was making the fur stand up on end, causing hir entire body to look as though it had filled out substantially. That wasn't necessarily the case, except for where hir growing breasts and thick erection were concerned. The towel dropped off hir midsection and fell onto the floor, but hir lengthening fur was already beginning to hide part of hir sheath.

"Question 3: Which Mambo was this?" [AUDIO DAILY DOUBLE!]

"You gonna get scienced, bitch!" shouted an audience member, interrupting the question.

Riveren moaned out the answer, ignoring the heckler.

"Mambo... Number... Five!" shi gasped, hips pushing outwards as shi spoke.

The coyote's pink erection was dropping over, it's length too much for it to remain pointing upwards. There was a growing ball of flesh inside the coyote's sheath as hir knot began to form. The whole maleness jerked softly and throbbed, the silky length surrounded by an even silkier sheath that stretched over the rapidly growing knot. The pink length began to drip slightly as the coyote yanked hir wrists against the restraints. Earlier thoughts of resisting the lustful urges running through hir body were quickly fading, and shi wanted nothing more than to grope hir pussy, hir cock, hir aching tits.

"Question 4: Where is the capital of Mexico?"

Riveren groaned and ground his hips outwards, slowly thrusting and barking once more as he managed to push his swollen knot free from his sheath!

"Mexico City!"

"Correct!" the fox replied happily, watching as the canine's fur lengthened noticeably as he watched. It was puffing outwards, despite it's heavy silken quality, and beginning o obscure the boundaries between the coyote's thighs.

Riveren didn't notice, however. The coyote's eyes were screwed shut as hir heavy, swollen breasts jiggled about on hir squirming body. Shi leaned hir head back as the twin mounds hung off hir chest magnificently, even though hir cleavage was quite obscured by thick black and brown and silver fur, all mixing and intermingling in hir pelt.

Hir cock was getting quite thick at this point, nearly three inches across. Hir knot, though obscured somewhat by hir long fur, was dangerously large, and stretched the fleshy sheath around it sublimely. The fox host gulped nervously and glanced at his producer, hoping his stunt double would be here in time, as he watched the huge length throbbing thickly, sticking mostly straight out into the air.

Riveren's cock throbbed and spurt pre-cum outwards. It arced down to the smooth plastic floor of the stage, splattering nicely for the cameras. Shi pulled at hir restraints, ears twitching madly, and let out a growl of frustration. There were so many places shi wanted to get hir paws to! And shi couldn't! Shi was beginning to realize how frustrating it was to be a contestant, and why very few people lasted more than eight or nine questions.

"Question 5: How many meters in a kilometer?"

"Does Chester MoistMuffins have to choke a bitch?"

The fox whirled to look up at the audience, but there was no clue as to who had blurted out the strange sentence. He turned back to the coyote as shi managed to yip out an answer.

"One... onnnnnnne... thousand!" shi gasped, yelping again as shi ground hir thighs together, desperately trying to please hirself, but finding hirself quite unable to.

The coyote was resembling more and more a long, cylindrical ball of fuzz as hir fur lengthened considerably. Hir thick nipples were now totally obscured, though hir breasts were still forming a hefty outwards bulge in the mass of fur on hir body.

The coyote's face was covered in the thick fuzz. Shi couldn't see any more, and hir ears merely caused the strands of hair above them to twitch as shi swiveled them around, listening for the next question.

Only the head of the herm's cock was pointing out of the longer fur around hir hips and crotch, still spurting pre-cum onto the stage floor. It was pointing outwards at a nearly 90-degree angle, fortunately, and wasn't wetting down hir long fur much at the moment.

What was getting wet down was the long fur between hir legs, on hir inner thighs. Thick, clear juices were leaking constantly from hir aching pussy, and the mess was only growing between hir legs as shi bucked against the restraints eagerly.

"Question 6: Name a color that appears on street lights."

"Rrrr... rrrrrrr!"

For a second, the host thought the coyote was going to be able to only manage a rough, growling moan, but shi finally came through.

"Rrrrred!"

"Correct!"

The ding, the lights, the applause, the chemicals... the hair.

Riveren's fur was long and thick now. It stood straight out, a symptom of hir high levels of arousal. Hir entire head was nothing but a ball of thick hair. Hir expanding chest was an outward indentation in the line of black and browns; the screen that would normally follow a contestant's size could only guess that shi was around F-cup by now.

The coyote's thickness was similarly swallowed but hir thick, plush fur. The last estimate had been fourteen inches in length and three inches thick, but the fox hosting the show was sure shi'd gotten bigger since.

He could just make out the swinging of hir balls beneath all that fur as shi bucked against the restraints constantly, but that was helped thanks to the moist, flat fur sticking to the insides of hir thighs.

"Question 7," he continued. "Finish this sentence: Elvis Presley was known as the what of rock and roll?"

Riveren's voice came in a high-pitched grunt from somewhere beneath the frizzy fur burying hir muzzle.

"The Kinggg!" shi squeals, hir balls slapping against hir thighs with each thrust, though it's hard to make out - the shape of hir body at the moment is, more or less, a spherical ball of lengthy brown, black, and silver fur. No ears, no legs; just fur, all around.

The fur has seemed to stop growing, however, as hir thick erection emerges from the fuzz. The head is still dripping and leaking, and all the stimulating tickling caused by the coyote's long fuzz isn't helping matters. Shi threw hir hips forward, moaning and shuddering, aching for relief at this point, and barely able to focus on anything but the jolts of neediness that, were shi not strapped in, would cause hir knees to buckle.

"Question 8: What's the sum of five plus three plus one?"

Riveren wants so much to break those restraints and get hir paws on hirself, shi can't concentrate. With all the overwhelming fuzz blinding hir, shi growls out an ultimatum.

"AAARRRGH! I gotta Ccccummmm!" shi growled, and pistoned hir hips out towards the audience.

Before shi could, however, the buzzer sounded, and the stagehands hurriedly removed hir restraints before backing away. They had to guess at the location of the restraints beneath all that fuzz, but they figured it out quickly.

As soon as shi was free, the coyote's fuzzy round figure turned towards the host, who was facing a camera. The fox didn't learn especially quickly, obviously, and he never saw the coyote coming.

"That's all for this episode of Questionable Cooaaaaahhhh!"

The russet fox was entirely swallowed up by the coyote's long fuzzy pelt. There was no way to see him through all the fur, although his cries could be heard, and a few moments after grabbing him, the coyote's arm tossed out a pair of torn up slacks. The fox's voice rose several notches as the fuzzy ball of coyote thrust forward.

As the camera's zoomed in, the credits rolled. The huge mound of fur rolled back and forth, up and down, left and right across the stage, and there was never a single hint of red fur beneath all that brown and black. The only sign the fox was there, in fact, were his squeals and yips as the coyote had hir way with him.

At one point, the fox's voice went nearly above the range of normal hearing, causing the canine's in the audience to wince. The coyote's long howl of pleasure and the generously loud "splurts" that followed suggested shi'd managed to put hir knot to good use.

In fact, the fox was briefly visible. He scrambled on his side away from the fur, but his rump was pulled backwards. His desperate face turned towards the cameras, eyes crossing, as a large paw reached out and grabbed his muzzle, and hauled him back in. The knot was apparently doing it's job; there was no sign of wet fur anywhere on the round fuzz ball.

The stage crew stood by nervously, not wanting to reach into all that fur for fear of what they'd find... better to wait until it was over, and find the fox then.

But as the last of the credits rolled up the screen, the coyote had still not finished, not by a long shot.

"I wonder if we'll get overtime for this," one stagehand mentioned to another, just before the cameras faded to black.

EPISODE 5

"Please welcome our first contestant of the night... Tigroon!"

A short hybrid stood up in the audience and made his way down the steps. A large grin appeared on his muzzle, interrupting the black mask on his muzzle. His bright eyes peered out of black circles around his eyes, a testament to his raccoon heritage. But Tigroon's orange and black fur on the rest of his body betrayed a more feline ancestry as well.

His large tail waved behind him excitedly. It was round and fluffy, like a raccoon's, but striped orange and black, like a tiger's.

The host smiled and held the microphone under his black snout.

"So, Tigroon, where are you from?"

The hybrid tiger-raccoon grinned cheerfully as he answered. "I'm from Saginaw, Michigan!"

"Excellent!" the fox said. "While you're getting ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

The tiger-raccoon was led to a hospital bed by a stage technician. It was propped up at an angle, so that he was very nearly standing as he was strapped in, naked but for a small white towel over his midsection.

The Wheel was large, mechanical, and foreboding. Among its many options:

1. Lovely Lactation
2. Two at Random
3. Audience Choice
4. Nippledick Nightmare
5. Nicely Turned Naga
6. Organic Milk Co-op
7. Slot Machine Species
8. Oldie But Goodie (Random prev. used TF)
9. Prehensile Penis
10. Bimbo Bombshell
11. Junk in the Trunk
12. Helping Hands
13. Elephantine Proportions
14. Suddenly Satyr
15. Chocolate Fixation
16. Barb-O-Rama
17. Jolly Rancher Factory
18. Drunkard's Decision

The host fox realized he hadn't really given the contestant the option of choosing to spin The Wheel or not, but he didn't much care.

"Barb-O-Rama!" he announced.

"You're gonna be a daddy!" shouted someone in the audience, but the host had a paternity lawyer on speed dial, so he ignored it.

The tiger-raccoon on the hospital gurney looked a little shocked. "Wait... what?"

But already the first two doses of the Patented Transformational Chemicals were dripping down the IV into the male's arm, spreading a lazy warmth across his body that quickly quelled any doubts. His maleness perked beneath the towel as he leaned back and let out a sigh.

"Question 1," the fox said, pulling out his hastily assembled and ill-prepared questions. "What city is the capital of France?"

Tigroon smiled. "Easy! Paris!"

"Correct!" the fox said.

The lights in the studio flashed for a few moments as the music played, and another dose was dripped down into the tiger-raccoon's arm.

He shivered as the warmth feeling grew within him, but the tingling as especially noticeable in his sheath,which was quickly bulging up.

The white towel was already fairly tented as the hybrid's erection poked free. Tigroon let out a moan as he instinctively tried to move his paws to his maleness, but the restraints on the bed prevented him from doing so.

"Question 2," the fox continued, noticing the growing swells on the fuzzy, light-colored male's chest fur. "Finish this sentence: Kill two birds with one..."

Tigroon's body quivered with an onslaught of lusty thoughts, but he concentrated enough to answer the question easily.

"Stone!"

"Correct!"

Another dose, more lights, and a blast of theme music.

The hybrid's eyes closed as he felt his sensitive nipples firming up solidly. The thick nubs felt incredible as they pushed up through his thick chest fur. They were capping a pair of breasts, small as of yet, but noticeable. Lower, past the smoothness of his belly, the towel was being pulled upwards into the air by his growing erection.

Unlike many contestants, the tiger-raccoon's cock was not allowing to let the towel slide off. The answer was soon apparent, as small bumps formed all the way down the male's shaft into his sheath, which was long enough to extend below the towel quite a bit as his erection firmed up nicely. The barbs caused no small amount of shivers as the inside of the fleshy sheath was teased by his arousal.

Tigroon let out a moan as yet more sensations grew between his legs, under his fuzzy white sac.

"No ball punching," the host reminded the unruly audience. "At least, not until we have a contestant who's balls transform into fists. Now, on to question 3: Name two brands of beer. At least one must be from Ireland."

"Uh.. Guinness... and... Budweiser!" the hybrid said finally, thinking hard and trying to ignore the pressure growing between his legs.

"Correct!" the fox said, accepting a cup of coffee from an intern. He was disappointed to find it contained only coffee.

Tigroon shuddered as another dose was administered. Shi let out a coo as a sudden burst of pleasure between hir legs suggested at least part of hir transformation had completed. Shi ground hir orange-and-black thighs together needfully and leaned hir head back, sighing pleasurably as hir thick pussy lips ached for something to rub against them.

The tiger-raccoon pulled at hir restraints once more, and was disappointed to find they were just as solid and unyielding as the first few times shi'd tried - there was no way shi could get hir paws down to hir growing shaft or aching pussy.

"Question 4: Necrophilia is a sexual attraction to what?"

ThreeDawg blinked, not knowing this. He tried to take apart the word in his lust ridden mind.

"It's... dead bodies!" he said, figuring necro meant what everyone knew it meant: that it was disgusting.

"Correct!"

Another dose of chemicals ran through the tiger-raccoon's rapidly altering body. Hir breasts swelled noticeably as shi thrust hir hips out. The nipples protruded from the fur surrounding them like black discs in a sea of white foam.

The white towel continued to cling to the tiger-raccoon's shaft as it pointed nearly straight out from his hips. The bumps on the shaft were growing larger and slightly more pointed, though they retained a fleshy look to them, suggesting they would not catch and hook so much as scrape and pleasure. Each triangular bump was equally spaced across and around the shaft, giving it an engineered look.

Tigroon's muzzle dropped open as shi let out a squeal of pleasure. Hir hips thrust forward and shi pushed hir chest outwards, displaying the growing mounds there with ease. A jolt of pleasure ran through hir body, from hir toes to hir ears, and a thick burst of cum wet down the towel clinging around the head of hir growing erection.

The tiger-raccoon's erection was at least ten inches at this point. From the glimpses between hir thighs occasionally afforded to the cameras as hir legs twitched back and forth, hir feminine sex was raw and red, dripping thick honey down the inside of hir thigh.

The host was wondering how much more the hybrid could take. Hir C-cup breasts and large nipples jiggled as shi squealed again - obviously the pleasure was hitting hir hard.

"Question 5: What species is generally known as the biggest sluts in the furry fandom? A: Foxes, B: Rabbits, C: Tigerotters."

The host turned towards the audience. "We didn't ask about dragons, because we like to make the questions easy, but not that easy."

"This one has two answers... it could be A or B," the tiger-raccoon gasped.

"Close enough!" the fox said. "It's actually all of the above!"

A dose of the chemicals dripped down the IV as a reward and Tigroon groaned loudly again, a throaty noise of pleasure that caused the microphone levels to spike. The pleasure shi was feeling was starting to interfere with hir thinking, more than it had already.

Hir cock jerked, spurting more thick pre-cum, as it passed the foot-long mark. The large, triangular barbs running down the length, from just under the tip to down into hir sheath, felt extra-sensitive. Each nub was sending shots of pleasure along hir cock, making it twitch and bounce in the air. The white towel still clung to the head of hir shaft, heavier now that hir thick pre-cum had wet it down so much.

Shi shuddered again and moaned, hir black muzzle opening widely, exposing the red tongue curling against the roof of hir mouth.

"Question 6: According to a popular old wives' tale, what animal can cause warts?"

Tigroon's black mask scrunched up between hir forehead and muzzle as shi tried to puzzle out the answer. Hir breasts, D-cups now, jiggled delightfully as everything south of hir neck wriggled back and forth with renewed urgency. All the fur on hir body was standing straight up with excitement.

"Mmmmfff... mffff! Mmmmmffffuuuuuck it! Get the hell over here, you sly fox!" shi groaned loudly at the host. "I'm gonna fuck you silly!"

Shi couldn't really help hirself. The flood of chemicals, the rapid changes, hir oversized cock, hir new breasts, and every single one of those large fleshy barbs was demanding satisfaction. Hir aching pussy was worst of all. The tiger-raccoon flexed hir fingers, wanting nothing more than to bury hir entire paw up there if shi could manage it.

The buzzer sounded, signifying an obviously incorrect if appropriately epic answer, and the tiger-raccoon was quickly released from hir restraints by the stage crew. Tigroon gasped a shi drove one of hir paws deep between hir legs; the other grasped at hir shaft. Shi first yanked the white towel off the tip, sending drops of pre-cum flying, and then dragged hir fingers across the barbs mercilessly and hissed with delight at the feeling.

Hir smooth paw pads flattened the barbs, making hir yowl and shudder, hips bucking heavily forward as shi drove hir length between hir fingers. Shi stroked hir length from tip to base, at least a full foot in length. Shi even squeezed the flesh of hir sheath back as far as shi could, allowing a few more barbs to get agonizingly, pleasurably squeezed and stroked.

The host, assuming the lusty contestant was fully occupied, turned away. The fox had learned not to let his guard down so easily and waited till he was sure shi wouldn't be going anywhere besides the recovery room.

Looking into the camera, he smiled. "Well, that's all for Tigroon!" he said. "We'll be right back with more Questionable Conteeoommmmfffff!"

Tigroon hadn't been quite so occupied. Unknown to the host, shi'd leaned off the bed and loped across the stage awkwardly, a paw still pressed deep between hir legs. Upon reaching the fox, shi'd worked hir fingers into his head fur and yanked his muzzle down onto hir shaft.

He gagged on the thick head, but the tiger's powerful arm and hips kept going, driving half a dozen thick inches of tiger-raccoon shaft - and all those dozens of smooth, firm barbs - into the fox's angular muzzle. Of course, being more than a foot long down there at this point, that left many more inches outside the poor host's muzzle, and the camera's zoomed in as shi tried t cram them in next. Hir large testicles slapped against the fox's chin as shi thrust forward, rubbing the insides of his cheeks raw with hir oversensitive barbs.

The cameras cut to commercial after lingering for a few agonizing moment's the fox's bulging cheeks. He gave them a look, as if to say, "Why me?"

Back from break, the host reappeared. He coughed a few times as the show went live and hocked up a thick wad of cum. He grimaced as he swallowed it back down, the taste of the tiger on his tongue once more as he called out the next contestant's name.

"Please welcome to the Questionable Content stage... Chester!"

A scaled lizard stood up in the audience and made his way down the steps towards the stage. Colored in a medium green shade, he stood out for the two red stripes running across his face, between his eyes and chin. They ran over the bridge of his narrow nose, above his thin lips. His face was flattened, with only a bit of a snout to speak of. The red stripes also appeared on the knuckles of his fingers.

Guessing at what the rest of him looked like, the author in authority assumed he had a smooth, scaled chest and belly. Little muscle definition, but a slinky look that belied a swiftness to his movements and a pair of surprisingly toned legs.

As he stepped onto the stage, with his heavy tail sliding on the floor behind him, he smiled at the fox. The lip ring on his lower lip glinted under the studio lights. The tight scales covering his face shifted as he smiled more broadly yet, seeing the waiting hospital bed behind the fox.

"Welcome to the show, Chester!" the fox said, pressing the microphone to the lizard's mouth. "Where are you from?"

"Arkansas," Chester said.

"Great! Now, while you get ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

The Wheel was intimidating. It could foresee the future; it knew all.

1. Lovely Lactation
2. Two at Random
3. Audience Choice
4. Nippledick Nightmare
5. Nicely Turned Naga
6. Organic Milk Co-op
7. Slot Machine Species
8. Oldie But Goodie (Random prev. used TF)
9. Prehensile Penis
10. Bimbo Bombshell
11. Helping Hands
12. Elephantine Proportions
13. Suddenly Satyr
14. Chocolate Fixation
15. Jolly Rancher Factory
16. Drunkard's Decision

Chester's solid turquoise eyes glinted as he waited for the fox to spin The Wheel. His oval pupils shrunk under the bright lights, though as a cold-blooded reptile he had to admit he liked the heat. Reminded him of the tanning bed he kept at his house.

"Let's spin this bitch," the lizard growled, his voice nearly hoarse with excitement.

The fox took hold of a peg and heaved it downwards, sending The Wheel flying around and around, until it came to settle on... Two at Random.

"Well, we all know what that means!" the host said happily. "Two more spins, and two additional aspects to our contestant's transformation!"

The first extra spin landed on Junk in the Trunk. The fox grinned as he readied for the next spin and sent it flying around.

"Junk in the Trunk and Jolly Rancher Factory!" the host announced. The first was fairly obvious, but the second less so. Essentially, every single fluid the lizard produced would be sweet, delicious, and more often than not green apple flavored, if the color of his scales were anything to go by.

The first two doses dripped down the IV as Chester's reward for spinning The Wheel (not that he was really given a choice by the host, who simply assumed nobody in their right mind would turn down the opportunity).

He shivered, pulling his smooth wrists against the restraints automatically as a pleasurably warm sensation spread through his chest. The lizard's long green claws scraped against his palms as he clenched his fists together.

Already he could feel a peculiar tingling from between his legs, under the small white towel that hid the reptile's cloaca. The dark green tip of his maleness was beginning to tent the towel already, as the lizard relaxed backwards into the hospital bed. A curious lassitude spread through his chest and belly, then into his arms and legs, relaxing him utterly.

"Question 1: Which ocean separates Asia from North America?"

"Pacific," Chester said in a flat monotone. He closed his eyes and hissed as the next dose of chemicals dropped into his arm through the IV.

The lizard's body was covered in medium-green scales, but they rippled methodically as he shifted his hips back and forth. As the lights would catch them, they would lighten, darken, and otherwise change in hue depending on the angle of the light. Chester's belly, especially, was a glittering mess green shades.

His smooth chest was hardly interrupted by his pectoral muscles, which were faintly outlined beneath his skin. But as the chemicals worked through him, two dark green circles formed. Lizards were not known to have nipples (or bellybuttons), but here they were: two sensitive nubs, small as of yet, made of fine, tiny scales.

"Question 2: Microsoft manufactures what game console?"

"Xbox," Chester said quickly. He flicked his tongue out over his scaled lips as he felt the studio air tease over his sensitive new nipples. He had a nervous habit of chewing on his lip ring, and he did so now. He looked down at his chest, not quite sure what to think of either dark green tit, or the growing mounds forming beneath them.

His large, long, thick tail flopped against the mattress of the hospital bed between his legs. His smooth thighs pressed together as pressure grew inside his body. But the pleasure was undeniable, and his dark green erection - the same dark color as his nipples - pushed from his cloaca slowly, dragging the white towel across his midsection further up his smooth belly.

"Question 3: What game show on American television is famous for having a large, horizontal wheel spin around and land on dollar amounts?"

"Wheel of Fortune?" Chester asked.

"Correct!"

Another dose ran down the tubes into the lizards arms, amplifying the pleasure already tingling through his growing erection and new nipples.

His rump felt strange too. The lizard was fairly flat, generally, with little definition on his smooth, scaled figure. But now he could see, in the monitor charting his progress, that his waist was narrowing and his hips expanding, giving him a more feminine look despite the bulge under the small towel. But his rump... he was leaning against the hospital bed, at an angle, standing mostly vertical, with his tail hanging down between his knees. So it was strange when he felt his ass start to push around the thickness of his tail, as though he'd gained twenty pounds purely in his trunk.

The lizard's tongue flicked out again, agitated, as he shifted his hips. His erection was full now, and the white towel slowly slid away, rolling down off his smooth hips onto the floor by his clawed feet. His breasts were growing too, a strange sight on a lizard, but they added to his feminine appearance.

"Question 4: Name two brass instruments (as opposed to woodwinds or strings)."

"Can I set my drink on that?" came a catcall from the audience, in reference to the shelf being formed by the lizard's growing bottom.

"Trombone and trumpet," Chester replied confidently, ignoring the jibes. He was feeling too good to worry about what the audience thought.

Besides, shi was more than occupied when shi felt a trickle of fluid down the inside of hir scaled thighs. Shi craned hir neck down, but couldn't see between hir legs. Nevertheless, shi felt the tight feminine sex down there. Like hir cloaca, it was a tight slit in the scales of hir body, barely noticeable normally. Aroused, as it was now, however, the inner red of the lips was more apparent.

Chester groaned as shi bucked hir hips, making hir thick maleness flop back and forth. The towel flew off and landed on the black tiles of the stage a few feet away, leaving hir shaft free to occasionally smack against hir smooth stomach. Thick pre-cum began to drip from the tip. The clear fluid caught the lights and the cameras zoomed in on the lizard's stomach as several pearls of pre-cum rolled down hir sides.

"Question 6: Name an island country."

Chester noticed an unusual scent that distracted hir from his answer. It seemed to be coming from hir crotch - the smell of candy.

"Japan," the lizard said, nose twitching as hi scent grew stronger.

The fox nodded and smiled. "Correct!"

Another dose was administered, and the lizard groaned again as the drug coursed through hir body. Hir legs twitched as shi arced hir backside - not through any fault of hir own, however. Hir rump was larger now than before. Like two canned hams stuck beneath hir scales, hir ass was pushing out fetchingly. There was a sizable gap between hir lower back and the bed at this point, and it was just getting bigger the more doses the lizard took. Were shi standing, sans bed, and unrestrained, the lizard would be able to shake it something fierce. The two cheeks were more than large enough to spread around hir wide tail, making them appear even wider than they would if hir tail was free from beneath hir.

The tip of Chester's tail twitched as he breathed heavily, moaning with lust now as hir thick maleness crawled up his belly. It reached to just below hir large breasts, which were a nice, firm C-cup at this point - not huge, but considering the lizard's heritage precluded breasts at all, an impressive showing.

"Question 7: Name two styles of music that primarily involve brass instruments."

"Classical..." the lizard started. Shi paused and shivered as a burst of pleasure ran through hir body from the pussy up. "Classical and... uh... marching bands!"

"Correct!" the fox said. "You could also have said mariachi, jazz, or some others."

Another dose dripped down the IV as the lizard's hips grew broader, more able to accommodate hir rapidly growing ass. Chester's behind was magnificent now. Though hir waist was slim, hir hips were broader by far. Hir backside curved lusciously into the small of hir back, where a veritable wall of thick rump rose up, below hir thick tail base.

Chester's engorged, lovely, huge rump forced hir hips outwards, which meant shi was inadvertently shoving hir cock towards the audience, giving them a good view of it. Smooth, from base to tip, and uniformly colored a dark green shade, it leaked messily. What thick drips of cum didn't run down the shaft back towards the lizard's thighs dripped onto the floor. The smell of candy, sweet and tasty, was overpowering now. Chester could swear shi could taste the scent physically as shi flicked hir tongue out, tasting the air again and again.

The fox and most of the audience had noticed the scent now too - it was a uniformly delicious smell, and as the lizard's heavy breasts wobbled, they watched more of the sweet-smelling fluid drip from hir erection. The insides of hir legs were, at this point, a mess of honey, thick and sticky and sweet.

"Question 8," the fox began. He was interrupted by a loud shout from the stands surrounding the stage.

"Damn, shi smells good!"

A few laughs greeted the obvious comment.

"Question 8: Name any two ways to cook an egg."

The lizard gasped as hir maleness, just reaching past the eleven inch mark, jerked and spurt more of the thickly-scented, sweet pre-cum.

"Shi smells like candy!" came another eager shout.

Chester looked up into the stands with a look of growing horror on hir face as shi realized how many of its members were leaning on the railing above the stage, watching hir intently and licking their lips, noses twitching at the delightful scents shi was producing. But then again... could be fun...

"I'm gonna be sexed to death," shi whispered, forgetting the question.

"Two ways to cook an egg," the fox reminded hir, even as hir qualms about the audience faded as another burst of pleasure rippled through hir pussy and shaft, leaving hir breathless and addled.

"Onomatopoeia and Nazi biscuits!" the lizard finally exclaimed. Shi knew it was wrong, but it was too difficult to think, so shi just blurted out the names of two depressingly emo local bands.

The scent of hir own cum was too sweet, overpowering hir rational thoughts and replacing them with an urge to get off as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry, Chester, that's incorrect!" the fox said, grinning at the wriggling lizard as shi was quickly released.

The lizard stayed where shi was, leaning against the hospital bed. Both of hir paws went to hir cock at first, then between hir legs, and back to hir cock. Hir fingers smeared thick, candy-scented cum across hir belly and over hir aching, thick nipples set on D-cup breasts. Chester shuddered and nearly came right then, as shi dragged hir own thick fluid across hir breasts.

Figuring it was safe, the fox half-turned to he camera.

"We'll be right baccccmmmmmff!"

Just like before, Chester had managed to sneak up on the fox. The heavy scent of candy masked hir approach - there was nothing else to smell in the entire studio at the moment. The sinewy lizard gripped his head in both paws as hir massive rump shook and jiggled behind hir, fleshy and round and soft. Shi yanked his muzzle down, over hir spurting, thick maleness. Hir cock - as smooth as the last contestant's had been barbed - sunk easily into the fox's snout. The host glared at the cameras as the lizard came. Thick globs of sweet smelling seed drizzled out the corners of the fox's muzzle and even from his nose as the cameras finally faded to black, but not before a replay of Chester's money shot.

Once the cameras cut out, the stage hands finally pulled hir off the fox and guided hir towards the recovery rooms in the back of the studio. The scent of candy lingered in the air as the fox sat up slowly, licking his lips.

"Coulda been worse," he said, wiping his chin clean. Plus, the lizard was really quite fetching from behind, with that massive rump swinging back and forth under all those scales...

He shook his head. No. He was the host, dammit!

"Thanks for joining us on Questionable Content," he said as the cameras turned on again, after getting cleaned up. "We'll see you next time!"

EPISODE 6

Questionable Content - The TF Game Show!

"Please welcome our first contestant of the evening... T.S. Fuzzliot!"

A long-limbed tiger stood up in the audience, smiling uncontrollably, knowing her patience finally paid off. She made her down to the stage quickly, past a cheering blue panda in the audience.

A light jacket flowed down her slim shoulder. Underneath, a tight t-shirt clung to the feline's chest.

The host held a microphone under the tiger's broad muzzle. "Where are you from, T.S.?"

"I'm from the Windy city of Chicago, the corrupt city of non-progress," she said, still beaming uncontrollably.

The host grinned back. "Well, we'll have to re-RAHM-ber to treat you well here!" The host nodded to the stage technician,who assisted the feline in stripping and getting strapped into the hospital bed, which was tipped up at an angle to face the audience and the cameras.

Her midsection was covered with a small white towel, but her small breasts were on full display. The tiger licked her lips and tested her restraints. Her long orange and black tail pushed over the side of the bed and flicked back and forth rapidly with excitement.

"Now, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

The large circular board was mechanical, heavy, and old school. It was brought out on rollers by stage crew. The host fox leaned against it as he smiled at the tiger.

"Ready to spin and accept your fate?" he asked, as T.S. read the options.

1. Lovely Lactation
2. Two at Random
3. Audience Choice
4. Nippledick Nightmare
5. Nicely Turned Naga
6. Organic Milk Co-op
7. Slot Machine Species Plus One
8. Oldie But Goodie (Random prev. used TF)
9. Prehensile Penis
10. Bimbo Bombshell
11. Handy at Home
12. Elephantine Proportions
13. Suddenly Satyr
14. Chocolate Fixation
15. Four at Random
16. Drunkard's Decision
17. Robot Revolution
18. In Da Nips
19. Release the Kraken
20. Hell Hound

"Yes, Mr. Host." T.S. said, "I am well aware of the possibilities, and the risks."

The fox shook his head. "Mr. Host was my father. Call me Host." He spun The Wheel, and it clicked and clacked around madly for a minute or two before finally slowing.

T.S. took in a sharp breath. "Robot Revolution?" she asked.

The fox grinned as the first two doses of chemicals dripped through the IV attached to her arm. "Our scientists have been very busy," he said simply. "Now... Question 1: Where were fireworks invented?"

"China," T.S. said confidently.

"Correct!" the fox replied. The bell chimed, and the studio lights flashed, momentarily exposing the massive pile of fur and flesh in the audience. It was like one of the host fox's nightmares: a Katamari Damarcy of fucking furries...

The lights went down quickly and the fox decided not to look at the audience anymore.

T.S. shivered on the hospital bed.

"In addition to our patented transformational chemicals," the fox explained, "our contestant is also being injected with millions of tiny nanobots."

The tiger looked up at the host incredulously, even as a warm feeling spread through her chest.

"These nanobots will perform the primary conversion from 'software' to 'hardware,' as it were," the fox explained. "While our patented transformational chemicals will determine our contestant's final shape underneath all that new hard-ware."

The tiger squirmed as her nipples became more sensitive. She was only half-paying attention to the fox now, as the three chemical doses began to work through her entire body.

"Question 2: What is the name of the science fiction author who created the Three Laws of Robotics?"

"Hmm... Isaac Asimov?" T.S. says, as if she was not sure of her answer.

"Correct!" the host said, after an appropriate pause to build suspense. The lights flashed and another burst of chemicals dripped down the IV.

The tiger's slim build shivered as she felt the next dose enter her. But something curious was happening to her fingers. She looked down at her fingers, pulling her wrist up against the restraints to try and get a better look.

The cameras zoomed in her claws as they flicked out. Instead of black, they were silver and metallic.

The tiger flexed her fingers slowly, snicking those claws in and out a few times, getting used to the feel of the warm metal.

Beneath the towel, unnoticed by the tiger as she examined her paw, a bulge formed. It grew quickly, expanding into a tube of flesh. The towel clung to it easily.

Finally noticing, the tiger let out a little moan and shifted her hips side to side as new tingling sensations began to run up her spine. She closed her muzzle and hummed pleasurably as the towel was quickly pulled upwards by the growing shaft.

The towel soon slid off, dragging down slowly, exposing the new maleness an inch at a time. What it exposed was a thick, round cock composed entirely of some form of silicon. It certainly felt real, and pleasure raced up hir body as the thickness twitched realistically.

T.S. was about to complain when the shaft jerked upwards, sending another burst of male pleasure across hir otherwise female figure. Shi bit hir lip, complaints forgotten.

"Question 3," the fox began, glancing nervously at that six-inch metal tube, "Name two species of animals originally from the African continent."

Two black orbs hung beneath the rubber cock. About the size of chicken eggs, they seemed fairly fluid, though well-contained and pouch-like more than anything else.

"Scientific names?" the tiger asked, gasping.

"No, just the general names," the fox said.

"Lion and giraffe," T.S. said after thinking about it another moment.

"Correct!"

Another ding, another dose. The tiger's nipples were puffed out now, firm and large on hir chest, which was steadily increasing in size. Shi'd gained at least a cup size, but the growth was too subtle to really see happen, unfortunately. Still, the larger breasts made hir slim figure all the more curvy.

The tiger's silky belly fur was shrinking. Underneath the pelt, white plastic formed. It was similar to the silicon-ish substance composing hir shaft, but looked more supple and less flesh-like. The plastic was smooth and contoured in the shape of hir belly. It was flexible and lifted and lowered as shi breathed.

The white plastic spread across hir sides quickly.

Two dark, straight vertical stripes of black, glossy plastic ran from under hir arms, over hir hips, and down the sides of hir legs. Black gears and blinking electronics were visible through the slightly-translucent black stripes, which, while still flexible and smooth, were not as tactile as the white parts.

The tiger shuddered as hir smooth black erection thickened noticeably, essentially telescoping outwards in length. It hit nine inches before the fox could ask another question.

The plastic spread quickly as the nanobots picked up speed. Around hir maleness, hir legs were gradually transforming as well, from the hips down. Soon hir legs were entirely covered in the smooth and flexible plastic molding. It contoured and shifted, appearing to emulate a natural leg very well.

Beneath all this white plastic, dull LED-style lights flashed on. Black tiger-style stripes were illuminated under the supple polyurethane that composed the tiger's body. The overall effect was subtle, but did make the tiger-bot appear to retain hir original coloration.

T.S. moaned as strange and pleasant sensations emanated from hir new metallic erection, fuddling hir mind and making it difficult for hir to focus on what the fox was asking.

"Question 5: Name any famous clown, real or fictional."

T.S. watched hirself on screen before answering. Overall, shi was starting to remind hirself of an iPod.

"Bozo!" T.S. said, giggling madly as shi stretched out hir fingers, pulling against hir restraints as shi tried to reach for hir erection, which felt very warm and very real and very pleasurable.

"Correct!" the fox said, and signaled for another dose.

Between hir legs, the mechanical transformation had nearly completed. Thick lubricant, dark black in color, was dripping from hir aching feminine sex. The lips were soft, edged in the same black silicone composing hir shaft, glinting as hir legs spread for a moment, allowing the cameras to get a decent shot of the changes. Just past the black rubber lips, hir inner thighs were plastic,the same white as the rest of hir belly.

Shi groaned loudly as shi felt the process begin on hir breasts, even as the last of hir toes was changed. Each toe flexed. There were no visible joints, just the flexible yet firm white plastic and pulsing LEDs beneath.

As the plastic raced over hir still growing chest, the tiger's large maleness began to pulse. Thick black lubricant spurt from the broad tip, as the nearly foot-long erection bobbed in the air, certainly acting as natural as ever.

The tiger's hips fluidly pushed outwards as the warm plastic rubbed together between hir thighs. Hir stomach sucked in and pushed out - though by this point, shi wasn't really breathing. The movements made hir seem less robotic somehow, though the strange mechanical grace with which shi was moving against the bed would cause more a few double takes once shi was out in the world. The black inserts along hir legs was supple under the studio lights, glinting and shiny and smooth.

Similar to he black stripes running up hir sides, two more strips pushed from between the plastic on either side of hir head. They started with hir ears, narrowed a bit as they traveled down the sides of hir head, and expanded slightly over hir neck. They traveled down hir shoulders and straight onto hir arms, ending in points on the backs of hir paws. The slightly glossy black displayed some of the inner workings of the tiger-bot, such as dully blinking circuit boards and criss-crossing wires.

T.S.'s heavy breasts grew more quickly and visibly once they' been overtaken and changed, as hir inner workings rewired, accelerating hir growth. The advanced computers built inside hir could estimate what growth was required from the amount of chemicals still dripping through the IV; the needle remained in hir arm, but was now piercing plastic and not fur.

Hir body was now electric, but shi'd never half to be plugged in - kinetic motion and solar cells embedded under hir plastic skin would handle that detail.

Shi had to have an adequate supply of lubrication. Hir body converted any organic material shi ingested into the proper kind of organic oil, so if shi wanted to enjoy a nice meal, shi could. Shi could also get hir organic material through even more enjoyable methods, of course.

All this information was registering inside hir brain, as it was reconfigured and copied over onto its positronic matrix.

Hir pink tongue clicked against the roof of hir mouth as shi let out a moan of pleasure. Hir original voice came from the new vocal synthesizers built into hir chest. Shi closed hir eyes as they were changed, and when shi opened them, the optics had been replaced with super-realistic three-dimensional screens that gave the appearance of real eyes - slightly unnerving on hir robot body,but the options could always be switched with a simple thought. Shi gazed out at the audience as telemetry and heat signature information ran across hir vision; when shi looked at the fox, he was identified and outlined. That could come in handy, especially if shi was going to get the right amount of protein to convert to internal lubrication.

Hir ears twitched as the outwards mechanical transformation, at least, was completed. Internally, more wires were hooked together, circuit boards compiled, and electronic pathways built. Hir entire body was encased with that supple and warm plastic, under which the LEDs blinked and glowed, making hir look very warm. The two black stripes running down the sides of hir body gave hir a sleek appearance, almost like a race car.

Hir heavy DD-cup breasts were now completely smooth, with no signs of nipples - just a few faint, blinking lights glowing beneath the plastic at the apex of hir curves. The studio air brushed across them, however, and shi gasped - they certainly felt like a pair of fat, aching nipples would.

Lower, hir thick maleness leaked more sticky lubricant across hir smooth belly.

Having forgotten for quite a while to ask a question, the host shook his muzzle back and forth and pulled out the next card.

"Question 6: How many states are there in the United States of America?"

"Fifty," was T.S.'s answer. Shi gasped it out, body arcing outwards against the restraints as decidedly non-mechanical, lustful thoughts thrilled through hir positronic brain. Hir erection continued to rise, thicker and longer by the moment. Beneath, the hir heavy, color-matched balls hung down over hir thighs.

"Correct!"

Hir fingers flexed, causing those sharp metal claws to come out. They scraped against the inside of hir palms as shi pulled at the restraints again. Whatever was going on under that plastic, it was sending all the right signals to the pleasure centers of hir new brain as another dose of the chemicals was injected. Hir body isolated the fluid, analyzed it, and directed the nanobots to make the appropriate physical changes.

The tiger's breasts expanded in moments to the next size up. The nanobots needed only to rearrange things, and honestly having a bigger chest meant more room for the rest of the equipment running hir body. There was no need to wait for fickle flesh to take time to transform - hir new body was incredibly efficient.

The tiger-bot's erection, well over a foot at this point, was similarly grown a precise 2.5 inches in length and 1 inch in diameter. It began to thump noisily against the warm plastic of hir belly, smearing that thick black goo spurting from the tip.

Shi shuddered and gasped as electronic tingles and even a spark or two flashed from hir aching pussy. Shi couldn't believe how much more sensitive shi felt, but considering hir robot body was entirely lined with state-of-the-art, nanobot-built touch receptors, shi could feel even the slightest bit of air drift across hir robot flesh.

"Question 8: Name a computer manufacturer in operation today."

"Su... Susan!" T.S. screamed as hir robotic body flipped the orgasm switch.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the fox said, after the buzzer sounded. Stagehands quickly released the tiger-bot, whose plastic and metal legs propelled hir to the host, who scrambled backwards and fell onto his rump, obviously not expecting such a quick attack on his abused rump.

"Time to run my diagnostics!" the tiger growled as shi used hir claws to rip off the fox's pants.

"That doesn't even make sense!" the host groaned as the tiger flipped him onto his belly.

Hir cock wasn't that bad, actually, the fox thought, as he felt his well-abused red rump getting plowed by yet another hyper-horny contestant. The tiger-bot was warmer than he would have thought as shi shoved hirself down against him, and he was surprised to feel hir huge breasts flatten against his backside.

Still, just once the fox wanted to have a contestant who shook his paw and left quietly. Was it so much to ask?

The camera zoomed in on his twitching muzzle. As he spoke, involuntary moans squeaked out his muzzle. The tiger-bot was starting to use electricity.

"We'll be -eep!- right -eeeeep!- back after theee-eeeep!- these messages! Eeeeep!"

Back from the break, the fox had a new pair of pants and a new outlook on what computer sex really involved.

"Please welcome our next contestant on Questionable Content... Overblood!"

A tall dragon stood up in the audience and made his way down towards the stage, glancing at the recently roboticized tiger as he passed hir, eyes widening a bit when he saw the thick silicone cock laying over hir soft-looking plastic belly. Shi'd rebooted quickly in the recovery areas, once shi was done with the fox. As the tiger-bot would put it, shi had gotten more than hir fill of protein out of the vulpine.

He marched onto the stage next to the fox, excited. His fin-like ears flicked backwards, then forward again, as the host held a microphone under his snout.

"Where are you from, Overblood?" he asked.

"I'm from New Hampshire," the dragon replied. His light blue eyes glittered and he ran a hand over one of the twin horns that pushed backwards from the top of his head.

"Well, let's get you ready to play!" the fox said. The silver-scaled dragon was led to the hospital bed and strapped in. They had to adjust the restraints to go around the fins near his wrists and ankles, and further strapped down his long tail, which was spiked with diamond-shaped bones. Webbing connected between the spikes, allowing him to use it in water as a powerful fin all its own.

Overblood's shoulders worked back and forth as he adjusted his backside to lay more comfortably on top of his as yet unfurled wings; fortunately, the bed was soft enough to allow them to sink in a bit, but firm enough that not all his weight was leaning directly on them. Being at an upright angle as he faced the audience also helped.

His chest and belly were covered with darker scales in a glittery blue color, and his chest rose and fell quickly as he grew excited. The small white towel was draped across his groin, hiding his maleness from view, as The Wheel was brought onto the stage.

"Spin The Wheel, accept your fate, and get two free doses of our Patented Transformational Chemicals," the host explained. "Will you spin, Overblood?"

1. Lovely Lactation
2. Two at Random
3. Audience Choice
4. Nippledick Nightmare
5. Nicely Turned Naga
6. Organic Milk Co-op
7. Slot Machine Species Plus One
8. Oldie But Goodie (Random prev. used TF)
9. Prehensile Penis
10. Bimbo Bombshell
11. Handy at Home
12. Elephantine Proportions
13. Suddenly Satyr
14. Chocolate Fixation
15. Four at Random
16. Drunkard's Decision
17. In Da Nips
18. Release the Kraken
19. Hell Hound

"Yeah, I'll spin it," the dragon said confidently.

The host grinned as he took hold of a peg and sent The Wheel flying around and around, until it slowed and came to a stop on... Lovely Lactation.

"Well, this will be interesting!" the fox said. "Hope you don't mind losing that sleek swimming shape, Overblood."

The first two doses of chemicals dripped down the IV into the silver and blue dragon's arm, spreading a warm feeling across his chest and belly.

Overblood's lips closed together as he inhaled heavily through his nose. Before the host could ask the first question, the first two doses had already caused a significant pair of mounds to form on his chest, obviously an indication of what was to come.

"Question 1: What key on a keyboard, when pressed, turns all letters typed into uppercase?"

Overblood only needed a moment to think. "Caps lock," he said quietly.

The bell sounded - the dragon was correct. He flexed his lean, powerful arms as another dose was injected. He tried to flex his tail, but had forgotten it was strapped down to prevent damage to studio property due to the large spikes, and he could only tug against the restraints with frustration.

His smooth chest, rounder now, began to form a pair of dark blue nipples at the tops of those small breasts. They were composed of sensitive, tiny scales and quickly spread out to the size of quarters.

He let out a hiss of pleasure as the warm feeling spread into his crotch. The small white towel tented up quickly. Standing nearly straight up as he was, the dragon's erection pushed out and hung down, with the towel draped over it.

There was no sign of a pair of testicles, at least outside the dragon's body. His erection pushed forwards, still hung over in a lovely curve. The towel slid off suddenly, unable to stay on the smooth length, revealing a sizable maleness. The head was pointed, almost arrow-shaped, with several ridges going horizontally around the backside. Underneath, it was smooth, only a bulging urethra. At the base, it pushed out from a slit in the dragon's scales, thicker down there than at the pointy head.

Already the chemicals were going to work not just on the dragon's chest, but the rest of his body as well. His waist was narrowing, affecting him a more feminine shape. The fin on top of his head fluttered as he tried to stretch out his wings. He managed to get them out from under his strapped down arms and let out a loud moan of pleasure as they expanded. The thin membranes ran between the dark blue skeletal structure beneath them as they flapped experimentally.

"I've got waffles for you after you're done working!" shouted a jackal made entirely of rubber, who was sitting in the audience near the front row.

The host ignored the obvious jibe and readied his next question. "Question 2: What was the color of the main character's dragon in the movie, 'How to Train Your Dragon'?"

"Umm... black?" the dragon asked. His tongue ran across his lips as he felt his sensitive new nipples harden slightly. "I haven't seen that movie."

"Correct!" the fox said. "Seen it or not, the dragon in the film was black!"

The silver-scaled male pulled his wrists against the restraints. They pressed up against his fins and he let out another moan of pleasure as his erection lifted higher into the air, pointing nearly straight out from his hips now. Thickest at the base, where it was about three inches across, the length tapered towards the pointed tip.

A few drops of pearlescent pre-cum dripped from the tip onto the black stage floor as he shook his hips. A curious itch was driving him mad from between his thighs, but with his arms restrained, there was no way to scratch it. Add to that the growing pressure on his chest and he was highly distracted when the next question was asked.

"Question 3: Name one class from the roleplaying game Dungeons and Dragons."

The dragon looked a little confused and arced his backside as a few bursts of pleasure caused his nipples to ache. His breasts had begun to noticeably swell larger and larger, increasing rapidly from B-cups to C, then D, all while he panted and struggled with his answer. The large blue nipples capping each growing breast were growing as well, expanding to nearly four inches across, covering a lot of real estate. The nubs themselves were about as thick as a quarter, and pushed up into the air, perky at an inch long.

The fox glanced at the dragon, noticing a thick clear substance dripping down the insides of hir thighs. "Your answer, Overblood?"

The silver dragon panted and squirmed, hips wriggling now as hir large breasts continued to swell dangerously. Hir nipples puffed up, and a trickle of white milk began to dribble down hir light blue chest scales.

Finally the buzzer sounded.

"I'm sorry, Overblood! That's time! Classes include mage, fighter, warrior, thief, and the like."

The fox shook his head. Still, the dragon had developed quite nicely with only six doses, judging from those D-cup breasts dripping with dragon-milk. Hir nipples were larger than normal, and thicker than the average teat. Longer too, at nearly two inches long each.

The dragon's cock was nice and thick too, about eleven inches long from base to tip, and quite thick. It wasn't the longest they'd had on the show, but the base was at least half a foot across, and though the head was tapered, the crown was still four inches across.

The dragon was freed from hir restraints by a stagehand and shi quickly reached a paw down between hir legs, teasing at hir new feminine sex with a claw tip.

Shi let out a moan of pleasure as the fox watched carefully, not wanting to turn his back on any more contestants - but he had a job to do.

"That's it for Overblood, everyone! Let's give hir a haaaaalffmmmmfff!"

The fox had taken his eyes off the dragon for only a moment, but that was when shi decided to go for it. The long tradition of fox abuse by contestants continued as the silver dragon pulled his muzzle around one of hir large nipples, flooding his mouth with warm cream.

He coughed and spluttered, but his wriggling just caused his belly to rub against Overblood's large maleness, and it didn't take long for the dragon to climax.

Thick spurts of seed painted the front of the fox's suit as he was forced to guzzle down the milk flowing from hir oversized breasts.

His eyes turned towards the cameras, a pained, exasperated look in his eyes as they cut to commercial without waiting for his customary outro - he wasn't a ventriloquist.

Back from break, the fox was cleaned up, if slightly damp, in another suit. There were a dozen more in his size backstage. The producers considered them a tiny expense considering how much viewership had shot up since contestants had starting jumping the fox after every transformation.

"Please welcome to the stage our next contestant... Shadohime!"

A wolf of medium height stood up in the audience and grinned happily as she made her way down towards the stage.

Her entire body was covered with a thick black pelt of long coarse fur. Sharp white teeth glinted between her lips as she grinned at the fox. Her measurements were impressive already - the wolfess was quite the brick house, with 34-17-34 measurements.

The fox took a step back as she sized him up, but quickly regained his composure. "Well, Shadohime, where are you from?"

The wolf merely grins. "I won't say where specifically, but I live in the Eastern Time Zone of the United States."

"All right, then," the fox said. "Well, while you get ready, let's bring out The Wheel!"

Shadohime stripped off her clothes - a tight-fitting pair of Daisy Dukes and a halter top that wrapped around her chest - and lay back against the bed as the technicians strapped her in and inserted the IV into her arm. She could detect the heavy smell of cum in the air from previous contestants, but the bed itself was freshly cleaned. Still, the scent was getting her a little excited already, and she wagged her tail back and forth between her legs as she waited for the host.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel, Shadohime?"

The stacked wolfess considered for only a moment before nodding.

"Go head, Fate. Do your worst."

1. Two at Random
2. Audience Choice
3. Nippledick Nightmare
4. Nicely Turned Naga
5. Organic Milk Co-op
6. Slot Machine Species Plus One Spin
7. Oldie But Goodie (Random prev. used TF)
8. Prehensile Penis
9. Bimbo Bombshell
10. Handy at Home
11. Contestant's Choice
12. Chocolate Fixation
13. Four at Random
14. Drunkard's Decision
15. Release the Kraken
16. Hell Hound

The fox took hold of The Wheel and gave it a solid spin. It clacked and clattered around as the pegs smacked against the rubber stopper, finally coming to a rest.

The host grinned as he announced the result...

"Nicely Turned Naga!"

Shadohime's eyebrows did an impressive imitation of a condor soaring over a mountain.

"Naga? That's a new one for me."

But already the first two doses of the serum were dripping down the IV into the wolfess's arm. A stagehand strapped her legs together at the knees and ankles, keeping them close together and immobile. The warm glow of the chemicals rippled through her chest and belly, making her gasp at the sudden intensity.

"Question 1: From what country did the band GWAR originate?"

While the host waited for the wolfess to check Wikipedia, he studied her long, lean legs. He'd miss those legs.

"The United State," the wolfess said. "Richmond, Virginia, to be precise."

"Correct!" the fox said. The bell rang and another dose dripped down the IV, the wolfess's third.

She shivered as she felt the chemicals swirl around hir bloodstream. Her excitement was growing as she inhaled the scent of cum and lust still hanging in the air.

The wolfess shifted her hips. The towel laying across her groin hid the transformation slowly occurring there, because it's easier to simply say it happened than try to describe the technical aspects of a male shaft growing out of a female's crotch. There was a slight bulge there by the time the fox was ready to ask the second question, but the wolfess had to be snapped to attention, as she was busily studying her aching nipples and breasts instead of focusing on the question.

"Question 2: Name one species associated with the mythical beast, the gryphon."

Despite her growing pleasure, the wolf smirked. "Too easy. A gryphon is part lion, part eagle."

The bell rang.

"We also would have accepted 'hella sexy' as a correct answer," the fox said.

The wolfess shuddered as the next dose was injected. Her black pelt rippled over her breasts and narrow belly. She shivered and wriggled her broad hips as the bulge under the towel grew more pronounced. A low whine curled from her lips as a sudden thick length of maleness dropped from her waist, dragging the towel with it, so that the base of the pink erection and its accompanying black-furred sheath were visible.

Below the sheath, a pair of quail egg-sized testicles rested against hir fur, so small at this point they were nearly swallowed up by all the hair.

The not-quite-wolfess let out a louder whine that devolved into a throaty moan as shi looked down, staring as the towel slipped off hir six-inch erection and onto the floor, revealing the canine length. The pink shaft jerked a little and expanded almost half an inch before her eyes, growing harder and thicker as arousal surged through it, from base to tip.

So focused was the wolf on hir new male bits, shi didn't notice that hir knees were fusing together.

"Question 3: Who originally sang the song, 'Holiday in Cambodia'?"

"Umm... the... D-dead Kennedys?" was asked, rather than stated, as Shadohime had barely heard the question.

"Correct!" the fox said, his long red tail swishing behind him.

The next dose made Shadohime moan with arousal. Hir tongue lolled from hir muzzle, hanging over hir lips, pink on black.

Constant, high-pitched, tiny whines could be heard as the wolf's pink shaft rose higher into the air, stretching quickly to eight inches in length and almost two and a half thick. Wolves always seemed to get very thick, juicy cocks on the show more quickly than other contestants... must be something to do with the chemicals, and not with the author breaking the fourth wall to explain how sexy wolves look with a nice fat slab of cock jutting from their hips.

Between hir thighs, shi could feel the wet warmth of hir feminine sex as it throbbed with arousal. She tried to spread hir legs, but found shi couldn't. Looking down, shi realized why: hir knees, calves, and thighs were fused beneath hir fur. Even hir feet were starting to lengthen, loosing bone mass as they flattened.

Shi groaned lustily as hir aching pussy was buried beneath new skin, then pushed free, was buried, and pushed free again. Finally it was facing forward, surrounded by thick black pelt, though the bare lips were easily visible beneath a pair of tennis ball-sized nuts.

"Question 4: What state is the northernmost on the US mainland?"

"Maine," the wolf said, struggling to focus as a few thick drops of pre-cum dripped out the tip of hir fresh maleness. The combination of pleasure from hir aching, heavy tits (now bumping hir measurements to 40-17-34), hir thick nine-inch maleness, and dripping pussy was making it harder and harder to even think, let alone answer questions.

The wolf's thighs were expanding, until they were as thick across as hir broad hips. They pushed downwards, stretching out as the fur began to slowly shed, drifting down onto the stage in clumps.

Not enough had been shed to see anything beneath hir fur, though. Shi shuddered and arced hir hips forward, making hir thick maleness push out and up, until the head banged against hir upper belly.

"Mmmfff!" shi moaned out lustily.

Shi tried curling hir toes, and discovered instead shi was curling the tip of a tail. In fact, shi'd completely missed that hir tail had fused into the back of hir thighs, leaving hir smooth backside to run down into hir round ass smoothly.

Hir legs, such as they were, were growing longer now. Hir former toes, now a flicking tail tip, soon dragged over the floor as more and more of hir thick pelt began to shed off hir body from the waist down.

"Question 5," the fox said, watching Shadohime squirm pleasurably. "What is the capital of California?"

Starting to writhe, the wolf-naga struggled to think. Eventually, shi gasped out, "Sa-sacrementoOOO!"

Shi tossed hir head back and curled hir fingers in, scraping hir palms with hir thick black claws. The wolf's entire body was now several feet longer, but the length was entirely due to the way hir legs were fusing, becoming long and sinuous. There were no joints left below her waist, and the shedding was quickly increasing as tufts of black pelt floated down the floor.

Shadohime moaned and thrust hir hips again, but the restraints held hir back. Shi tried to reach for hir aching cock and pussy with hir paws, but the restraints again blocked hir from doing so. Shi licked hir lips, growing desperate as hir aching tits pushed up through hir fur. The nubs were larger and longer now, as hir swollen breasts increased further in size.

"Question 6," the fox said, taken aback at how rapidly the wolf took to the transformation. The drugs were working especially well on hir, and he shivered as he saw that foot-long pink wolf erection flop against hir belly. He was especially wary of the growing ball of flesh inside hir sheath, signifying the growth of a thick canine knot. "On what American television show did the phrase 'Like a boss' originate?"

"Sa-sa-saturday Niiiiight - erg - Liiive!" Shadohime choked out.

Shi had barely understood the question, and had blurted out the first thing to cross hir mind. LIKE A WOLF. THAT'S ALSO A BOSS.

The bell rang and the herm strapped to the bed shuddered as another dose ran through her body.

Clumps of exposed skin were now visible under the wolf's shedding pelt. Dark black scales, not pale pink flesh, rippled and bulged as shi writhed. More and more fur continued to fall. By the time the next question was ready, only a few stray hairs remained. The wolf was now naga from the waist down.

Hir black scales glittered dangerously under the studio lights. The wolf moaned heavily as hir aching pussy dripped thick honey down the scales, leaving a trail that rolled of to the side and eventually onto the covers of the hospital bed. It as positioned in a clump of black fur, the only disturbance in the otherwise smooth line demarcating hir wolf and naga halves.

The tip of the naga tail continued to grow, stretching across the stage floor. From ears to tip, the wolf was now at least eighteen feet long, with most of that being from the waist down.

Shi shuddered and flicked hir tail as stage technicians tried to get it under control and strapped down before the wolf could figure out how to use it in other ways. Shi wasn't really thinking of that, however, as shi pushed hir chest out. The two fat nipples capping hir breasts were stiff as nails and thicker than hir thumbs. They ached powerfully, and the wolf could think of little besides getting someone's tongue on them.

Shadohime's cock spurt a steady drizzle of thick canine pre-cum across hir belly as the knot forming at the base expanded slowly. The length was well over a foot, approaching fifteen inches in length and five inches in girth, according to the measurements on the screen in front of Shadohime. Shi tried to read the numbers, but hir eyes crossed so badly shi gave up and lay back, groaning and grunting as pleasure swamped hir senses.

Shadohime's taut belly rose and fell quickly. Hir hips, where hir naga-lower half began, were roughly the same size as before.

"Question 7: Name any species of snake."

The wolf's fingers dug into hir paws, nearly scratching hir soft paw pads as shi tried to hump the air. Hir thick maleness was stretching out of hir sheath; the sheath itself squeezed tightly around hir knot, though it was slowly pulling back to reveal more and more of the thick pink ball of heavily veined canine meat.

"Napoleon XIV's 'They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha Ha!" shi shouted.

The buzzer sounded, signifying the end of the wolf-naga's run. Hir lower half writhed back and forth, and as soon as shi was released, began to coil around on hirself. Hir body was well over two dozen feet long, from tip of the ears to the tip of the tail. Both of hir paws went to hir body, one to hir breasts and the other to hir cock, as the coils began to surround hir.

The tip of hir tail flicked up out of the mass of roiling scales beneath hir hips and dived into hir aching pussy. Shi let out a howl as shi pleasured hirself relentlessly, unable to help but squeeze and stroke whatever and wherever shi could. Hir H-cup breasts jiggled and swayed as hir fingers pinched the thick and long nipples poking from them.

The fox nodded happily. No way this one would get him - shi was much too busy. He turned towards the camera - why was it always positioned to make him turn his back to the contestants, anyways? - and smiled.

"Well, that's Shadohime, folks! Let's give hir a big hand!" The fox adjusted his suit, but his ears suddenly went flat when he felt a long, forked tongue snake against his cheek.

"I could use a hand," the wolf whispered.

The fox managed only a brief "Aw, hells no!" before he was pulled into hir mass of coils. A brief flash of red could be seen here and there as shi rubbed hir smooth scales over his fluffy, foxy body, efficiently using hir claws to remove his clothing as shi dived in hirself.

The last thing the cameras could see before the screen went black was a red, fuzzy rump sticking up out the coils, with the rest of his body nowhere to be seen, and a sixteen-inch black erection slowly pushing towards it, like a missile to a bulls eye. The cock was at least six inches across, and the knot at least nine inches thick, a massive ball of throbbing flesh.

Back from the commercial, the fox was in the midst of haranguing his producers when he realized he'd missed his cue. He grinned awkwardly at the camera and let out a yip before glaring downwards.

Stretching out beneath him, against the raised sides of the stage, the naga-wolf looked very satisfied with hirself, though shi managed a brief glance of contrition in the fox's direction.

The reason was apparent for the fox's dilemma: he was still tied to the wolf-naga. But the show must go on.

"Please welcome Creel to the Questionable Content stage!"

A tall wolf with jet back fur stood up and headed down the stairs. Large draconic wings hung from his shoulders. Patches of black dragon-scales ran down his lower back, while his tail was completely draconic in nature except for the soft fuzz along the underside.

He climbed onto the stage and smiled at the fox, who waited at the side of the stage for the wolf to come to him.

"Welcome, Creel! Where are you from?" the fox asked. He yipped again and flashed his eyes downwards momentarily

The wolf smirked down at the previous contestant, who flicked hir long snake-like tongue towards him in greeting.

Creel looked back up at the squirming fox as he tried to control the expression on his face and ignore the weight in his belly. One of the wolf's eyes was golden, the right one, and his other eye a deep shade of crimson.

" "Milwaukee, WI, on the lake," the wolf-dragon hybrid responded.

"Very good! Lots of cheese down there - and lots more cheese on our stage in a few minutes, I think!"

The host chuckled at his own lame joke, but his laughter was suddenly cut off in a strangled grunt as the naga-wolf underneath him idly twitched hir hips, showcasing hir disapproval of the lousy joke.

Creel was strapped into the hospital bed as the host grinned weakly. He arranged his wings comfortably beneath him, and let his long tail lay down between his legs, where the black-scaled tip twitched back and forth. He didn't flinch as the IV was inserted and watched the screens monitoring his vitals and size with interest.

"Let's bring out... The Wheel!" the fox said.

The Wheel was rolled out and set up close to the fox.

"Will you spin The Wheel and accept you fate, Creel?"

1. Two at Random
2. Audience Choice
3. Nippledick Nightmare
4. Hypertrophic Heaven
5. Organic Milk Co-op
6. Slot Machine Species Plus One Spin
7. Prehensile Penis
8. Bimbo Bombshell
9. Doing It With Flare!
10. Green Thumb
11. Handy at Home
12. Contestant's Choice
13. Chocolate Fixation
14. Four at Random
15. Drunkard's Decision
16. Release the Kraken
17. Hell Hound

"Count on it," the wolf said with a broad grin.

"Very well!" the fox said. He tried to reach up and spin the wheel, but found from his half-standing, half-squatting position he couldn't reach.

The wolf-naga solved the problem by raising hir midsection up into the air, and completely lifting the fox free of the ground. The host's eyes rolled into the back of his head and the camera quickly panned up, but not before his round belly was exposed momentarily. Maybe he could get combat pay for this.

The host limply pulled the wheel, but found he didn't have it in him to spin it. A black-scaled tail tip reached up, slightly in frame, and sent it around instead.

The Wheel spun around quickly, clattering as the pegs bumped against the rubber stopper. It eventually slowed, and came to a stop.

The fox's eyes widened a bit at the result. "Contestant's Choice! That means Creel can pick from any of the options on The Wheel!"

The audience immediately erupted into a chorus of shouted suggestions as the wolf studied the choices carefully.

"Hell Hound!"

"Green Thumb!"

"Organic Milk Co-op!"

All the shouts didn't dissuade the wolf from his final choice.

"Four At Random!"

There was a gasp from the audience as fox took hold of The Wheel, holding onto it for dear life as the wolf-naga below started to pull back.

"You're sure? Well, let's spin!"

The choices that came up were interesting. Audience Choice, Hell Hound, Doing It With Flare!, and Green Thumb.

The fox directed the audience to key in their vote. The numbers flew over a screen, before settling on a single option: Four at Random.

The fox smiled at the wolf on the hospital bed. "Any regrets?" he asked, before sending The Wheel spinning.

The next four options were even more unusual: Chocolate Fixation, Bimbo Bombshell, Handy at Home, and Release the Kraken.

"Let's get started!" the fox said.

The chemicals released into Creel's arm as a reward for spinning The Wheel didn't spread a calm warmth across his belly and chest. They sent a raging fire through every nerve, and the white towel laying over his belly went flying as his cock erupted into full arousal in seconds.

He arced against the bed and howled loudly, eyes wide, as the chemicals worked overtime to accomplish what had been demanded.

The howl disguised the wet splurt of a 16-inch cock and accompanying massive canine knot finally shrunk small enough to withdraw from a vulpine rump, and the accompanying moans and yips associated with such tawdry activities.

The fire in the wolf's veins slowly calmed, somewhat, but the arousal he felt all over his body did not.

He panted and leaned his head back. His whole body twitched, from head to toe. His nipples began to engorge, breasts forming quickly and noticeably rising beneath the thick pelt.

His erection thickened at the head and took on new coloration. Fading from red to near white, with brown splotches along the length, like a Palomino or some other equine. The head expanded at the tip, thickening considerably.

"Question 1," the fox started. He walked on bowlegs stiffly to the center of the stage. He was interrupted by another howl from the wolf, who squirmed madly against his restraints.

"Aw, fuck it," the host said, tossing away his cards. "Let's just start pumping that shit in."

The next dose ran into the wolf's body and he jerked. His thick maleness bounced against his belly, already dripping and spurting.

He growled, teeth bared, staring at nothing as he felt two sharp points push through the fur on top of his head. He hadn't noticed the fox's disregard for he questions - he could only feel the chemicals drip into his arm.

The wolf's sheath began to thicken. Strange bulges formed within, rubbing back and forth and stretching the skin of the fuzzy container.

More bulges pushed through the wolf's fur under his arms. The muscles on his back caused his wings to flex as the audible sound of bones snapping and growing and rebuilding echoed through the unusually silent studio.

Another dose was released at the fox's nod.

The smell of chocolate began to drift through the air. The thick pre-cum bubbling from the tip of the wolf's erection turned dark and thick. Soon it was obviously spurting out hot fudge instead of the normal canine fluids.

Beneath his arms, the wolf's skin stretched and finally formed into a small, secondary pair of arms. They looked awkward and unfinished, but they continued to grow, and soon appeared more normal, if still small. Stage technicians rushed in, clamping them down to the bed. The wolf didn't notice.

At a nod from the host, the fifth dose was dripped into the wolf's arm.

He let out a bellow as the bulges in his sheath suddenly pushed free. Three more thick equine erections unfurled, joining the first. All four had significantly flared heads, and all were white with brown splotches. Rivulets of warm chocolate pumped through all four shafts simultaneously from the wolf's sagging nutsack as arousal continued to keep him quivering and shaking.

The two small points between the wolf's ears began to lengthen and thicken. The glinting onyx horns curled around on themselves, like ram's horns. The wolf snorted a cloud of black smoke from his nose and smacked his long draconic tail against the hospital bed.

A large puddle of chocolate sauce was beginning to form on the sides of the bed. It was dripping down his erections, over his balls, and into the fur on his legs, and finally down his toes onto the floor below. With four foot-long equine cocks all steadily pumping the sweet treat, the stage hands realized something had to be done. Buckets and towels and a silent water pump were procured and placed around the wolf's shaking body.

The host grinned and nodded. Another dose was injected into the wolf.

Shi cried out in pleasure as hir aching pussy lips opened fully. Raw and red between hir legs, they were plumped up obscenely. Shi tried to spread hir legs, but the restraints prevented hir. The smell of chocolate grew stronger yet shi experienced many small shocks of pleasure from the new feminine sex.

Creel's eyes shut tightly and shi breathed through hir nose. Each exhale involved a bit of black smoke, a nice match to the growing horns on hir head. The wolf's pelt rippled as hir breasts expanded, nipples aching madly.

The fox again nodded. Again, a shot of the chemicals was injected into the writhing herm on the bed. The host was enjoying this, as though it was in some way revenge for all the abuses he'd suffered.

The wolf's four equine erections surged forward, passing the sixteen inch mark easily. They began to flood hir growing breasts with thick chocolate sauce as hir four arms strained at their restraints.

Creel's chest expanded quickly, hitting 30 inches, then 35, then 40, all within a few minutes, simultaneously to the rest of his changes. The two fat nipples capping the large breasts began to spurt thick chocolate sauce as well, dripping it out in warm drops. This chocolate was lighter in color, however, a nutty brown compared to the dark black of the chocolate coming from his erections.

The fox realized why with a maniacal laugh: milk chocolate.

The host noticed his producer frantically making the "cut him off" motion with his hand, but the fox just smiled madly, eyes shining with thoughts of revenge against all those unwarranted facials, penetrations, and assorted sexual humiliations. He nodded at the engineers, who couldn't see the producer behind them.

Another dose of the chemicals was injected. The wolf's body surged forward against the restraints, making hir enormous chest jiggle and wobble. The four heavy horse-cocks were reached up past those aching, huge tits now, mixing the dark and light chocolate together as it ran down the black fur covering hir belly.

The wolf's waist was shrinking noticeably, becoming nearly waspish as it got thinner and thinner. At the same time, hir hips expanded, which allowed hir massive sheath to hang a bit lower. The bowling ball-sized nuts below jerked and roiled as they fed the shafts more and more thick pre-cum. That massive sac laid heavily across his thighs.

The audience was strangely silent. Except for a few whispered prayers, they couldn't do much but stare at what was happening to the show's first ever seven-option contestant.

Blonde hair began to grow out between his ears, around the onyx ram horns on top of hir head. As it started to drape down around hir muzzle, shi tipped hir head to the side and howled with frustrated lust. The hair curled itself into an old-school shoulder-length style popular among actresses from the fifties.

With hir head to the side, the fox noticed a bulge on hir broad shoulders. Two bulges, in fact, one on either side of the wolf's thick neck.

They grew outwards strangely. The wolf thrashed as necks formed, with blank round black-furred balls sitting on top of them. Soon two additional pairs of eyes flashed open, and wet black noses pushed out beneath. Lips sat on top of elongating muzzles, and spread to reveal glinting white teeth.

As his new faces formed, the wolf's four arms strained at the restraints heavily now, causing the bed to creak and sway.

The fox grinned hugely. Yes, this was his revenge for all that abuse! This poor wolf would be so horny, so worked up, so unable to move for all the lust in hir body, that shi would never be able to get a paw on him. Not a single finger would the wolf lay on his red fur! It was the perfect plan, and he strode across the stage to the chemical control system.

Pushing the engineer manning the controls away roughly, he hit a few buttons, and sent three full doses at once into the wolf's quaking body.

Security ran up and grabbed the fox, pinning him down, as the engineer listened in his earpiece. He flipped the safety on the machine, preventing any more chemicals from reaching the wolf's body. The producer was shouting off-stage, but the cameras picked up no noise besides the wolf's moans and howls.

Though no more chemicals would enter hir, and a stagehand even ran up to pull the IV free, the damage was done.

Three snapping, moaning muzzles on three large wolf heads weaved back and forth on top of a pair of broad shoulders. Their necks met slightly in the middle of hir broad shoulders. Ram horns began to form on the two new heads; eventually they would match the first set of horns in size.

Creel's hips bucked, his two-foot-long erections slapping bodily against his breasts. The shafts themselves were at least eight inches thick each, but the heads were a good twelve inches across at the apex of the flair on the heads of the spotted pony-cocks.

Below, the wolf's sheath stretched and rippled around all four cocks. Just below that, hir huge balls hung down low, until the fuzzy sac was laying across hir legs just above hir knees.

The wolf's paws stamped hard against the floor as pleasure swamped hir. Shi tossed all three heads back and howled with lust. More blonde hair came in quickly around the horns of the two new heads. On one head, it curled into the style of a 1940s pin-up girl. On the other head, the one on the wolf's right, it grew out curly and wispy, with bangs hanging over hir eyes that would be cute on non-hell hounds. With her waspy waist and massive breasts, she wouldn't have looked out of place in a pin-up calendar, were it not for the four huge horsecocks, additional heads, and extra arms.

The smell of chocolate was overpowering in the studio now, but a second scent began to emanate from the wolf.

From underneath hir back, a mass of wriggling, twisting, dark green vines slithered along the bed. They wrapped around the armrests and restraints, surrounding them completely. More thick vines continued to grow, each about two inches thick. Small buds flowered into full bloom as they stretched across the stage in all directions.

The security team holding the fox down on the floor backed away as the tentacles quested near.

The fox stared, motionless, unable to move as the first vine wrapped around his wrist. A flower bloomed under his nose, causing sweet and intoxicating pheromones to fill his snout.

The fox's eyes rolled up into his head and he nearly fell forward before he caught himself, and desperately tried to scrabble away.

The mass of a dozen and a half thick vines suddenly changed course, all heading towards the fox. The wolf's three identical heads snapped to the side, all grinning viciously and licking their lips. Six eyes - three colored gold, three colored crimson - stared with pure lust at the host.

From the audience, a former contestant watched as the vines ensnared the fox, eyes narrowed at the laser guided karma.

"You've sowed the wind, now reap the whirlwind, fool!" shi yelled as the fox was dragged up into the air with a squeal.

The mass of vine began to wrap around the fox as it dragged him across the floor, until only his ears and fingers were visible. Ten deep scratches in the black floor ended abruptly once the massively transformed wolf lifted him into the air, holding him securely and blasting his muzzle with the intoxicating scent of luscious flowers.

The fox went still as he was brought forwards towards the wolf. Yes, shi hadn't touched him with a single paw, he thought bitterly as two huge horse-cocks slid under the vines and up against his suit. This was it - his fate. His time had come.

The wolf's three heads grinned at him as thick black smoke poured out their noses, causing the fox to cough. The cameras zoomed in as the tentacles fully enveloped the two, creating a privacy barrier around the bed.

There was a snap, then another, and the restraints holding the wolf's four arms came flying out between the shifting and roiling vines.

There was a curious silence then, broken by a long, continuous moan of delight from the fox. The wolf's three-part harmony soon joined in, and after another minute or so, a massive explosion of chocolate sauce erupted from between the vines, splattering across the stage, audience members, crew, and cameras. Thick wells of the sauce shot into the air, again and again, though it looked like only three jets were going off.

The fourth was... well...

The cameras zoomed out, taking in the whole scene as the audience tried to clean off the warm and sticky chocolate. A few had hidden beneath chairs, protecting themselves from the worst of it.

Finally the cameras cut to commercials, amid the gurgling squeals and moans of the host.

Back from the break, a white rabbit in a black suit nervously held the microphone.

"Due to circumstances beyond our control, our normal host is unavailable for this portion of our program," he said. "I'll be... uh... filling in for him."

The rabbit obviously wished he were elsewhere and his long white ears twitched nervously. He wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be delivering coffee and scripts to the producers and director. Stupid short straw... stupid career advancement...

"Let's get ready for our first... uh, contestant," the rabbit said, ill at ease. He glanced at his producer, who held up a piece of paper - his resume - and threatened it with a lighter.

The rabbit swallowed, twitched his pink nose, and faced the camera again more boldly.

"Please welcome to the stage... Minoko!"

A white vixen with crimson hair stood up. Shi wore a white t-shirt tucked into a pair of black short-shorts. An obvious male bulge pushed out from the stretched fabric. A black jacket also rested on hir shoulders, undone in the front. The bottom corners of the jacket was pushed back by hir paws, which were stuck firmly into the pockets of hir shorts.

Once on stage, the white rabbit stepped over and smiled.

"Welcome to Questionable Content, Minoko! Where are you from?"

"Portland, Maine, by way of Las Vegas," the vixen said, licking hir lips. The smell of chocolate and flowers was still ripe in the air. Three full white tails, each capped with a red tip of the same shade as hir hair, swished back and forth against the rapidly cleaned studio stage floor.

"Great! Well, let's get you ready to play!" the rabbit said.

The vixen nodded and stripped off hir clothes before settling into the hospital bed with only the small white towel to conceal hir. The vixen's sheathless maleness was limp, as yet, though hir nice C-cup breasts perked nicely in the cool studio air.

The Wheel came out, towering over the short rabbit host.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" he asked, getting into the job. It wasn't that bad, and he'd just run quicker than the fox afterward. A simple plan.

The vixen thought for all of two seconds before smiling at the rabbit. "Spin the whee... cutie."

The hare didn't like the way in which the fox licked hir lips and stared at him as shi said that, but he put it off to his own nervousness and gripped a peg on The Wheel.

1. Nippledick Nightmare
2. Hypertrophic Heaven
3. Organic Milk Co-op
4. Slot Machine Species Plus One Spin
5. Prehensile Penis
6. Contestant's Choice
7. Pool Toy Trouble
8. Drunkard's Decision
9. Tailtrocity
10. Just Wing It
11. Two at Random

The spinning and clacking were the only noises in the studio - besides a loud slurp from somebody enjoying an oversized orange soda. Eventually it slowed, settling on... Hypertrophic Heaven!

The rabbit gulped as he read off the result. Well... maybe shi'd be too big to chase him.

The vixen oohed as the first two doses dripped into hir arm, and shi shivered happily.

The herm's towel bulge flexed a bit as shi felt the warmth crawl across hir stomach and down between hir legs. Already shi was moist, excited as shi was, and Minoko bit hir lower lip as a thrill went through hir.

"Question 1: Finish this sentence regarding alcohol consumption. 'It's always five o'clock...'"

Minoko rolled her eyes, having heard that song too many times to count. "Somewhere."

"Correct!"

The rabbit's ears twitched as he watched the vixen purr. The third dose was injected, and shi shivered again.

The bulge beneath the towel grew quickly now, as the warm feeling was changing into a feeling of lust. Shi panted as the length rose up and out, dragged down by the white towel draped over the tip.

Shi blew some of the red hair falling around hir muzzle to the side as the bunny asked the next question.

"Question 2: Name one of the five burroughs of New York City."

Shifts slightly, but otherwise enjoyed the changes going on inside of hir. "Queens," shi answered confidently.

"Correct!"

The bell rang and another dose was injected.

The vixen shuddered. Hir nipples felt more sensitive than usual. There was a dull ache forming in hir chest, as though the only thing that could help would be to get hir paws on those thick red teats and squeeze. Unfortunately, hir paws were firmly bound to the side of the hospital gurney.

Shi moaned excitedly as hir shaft filled out, fully erect now at just above 7 inches. It was nice and thick, and the towel quickly fell off, revealing the smooth length of the cock. Less the weight of the towel, it pulled upwards and came to rest against hir slightly-inclined white belly.

At the base, instead of a pair of testes, the cock ran straight into the vixen's bald pussy, which was dripping honey down the sides of hir inner thighs. Shi blushed at the exposure, but as hir breasts began to swell, such modest thoughts were pushed aside.

"Question 3: What is the most populous country on Earth?"

Minoko thought carefully about hir answer before turning hir head towards the rabbit. "China."

"Correct!"

Another answer, another burst of chemicals in the vixen's arm.

Shi was panting now as hir C-cup breasts visibly swelled into D-cup territory. Shi had landed on Hypertrophic Heaven, after all.

Between hir legs, the lips of hir pussy were engorged, raw and red and aching for stimulation. Shi let out a whimper as hir hips bucked, causing hir now ten-inch erection to smack back against hir belly with a satisfying thump.

"Question 4: What is the capital of the state of Minnesota in the United States?"

Letting out a low murr, the kitsune eyed the bunny dangerously. "Saint Paul," shi said, and hir hips rocked forward and back as if trying to ease the growing pressure inside.

"Right!"

The bell rang and the lights flashed as another dose was administered.

Six doses in and the vixen hadn't shown too much change, honestly. A few inches in cock growth, a cup size for hir breasts, but not the dramatic results shi'd seen on other contestants. But the hot, pleasurable feelings running through hir body still made hir quiver with anticipation. Shi could feel it - something was going to happen soon. Something big.

Shi whimpered as hir thick nipples pushed outwards and strained hir ears forwards, trying to understand the next question.

"Question 5: Name any major furry muck."

Minoko thought hard before a name came to hir.

"Taps," shi said.

"Right!"

The seventh dose entered hir bloodstream, and like the last it didn't have much effect beyond increasing hir arousal to even higher levels of OVER 9000.

Shi panted, moaning and twitching. All three of hir thick tails wagged furiously as shi pumped hir hips up into the air, trying to urge something out of hir as-yet dry shaft. The ache was heavy in hir breasts now, and the pressure at the base of hir cock was something else entirely.

"Question 8," the rabbit continued. This was unusual - the fox had essentially stopped growing completely. He glanced over at the engineer, who shrugged. The vitals were normal.

"Question 8," the rabbit repeated. "Name any of the major world oceans."

Minoko's fingers curled into hir palms as shi made fists of hir hands. The lingering pheromones in the air were not helping with hir pent-up arousal and need, nor with the lustful daze settling around hir brain.

"I... Indian!" shi finally said, groaning through the stress of speaking.

"Corr-" WHOOSH.

Before the rabbit could finish, the vixen's body had gone stiff. The moment those chemicals from the fresh dose hit hir, hir entire body jumped in size.

The vixen's white-furred chest grew from 34 inches around to more than 60 in a matter of moments. Similarly, hir ten-inch erection jerked and throbbed up to nearly three feet in length and about half that in thickness.

Minoko couldn't even breath as shi felt those massive organs dragging at hir body. All that change had simply built up until it overloaded hir system - this incredibly fast growth was the result of the limit being reached and broken.

The vixen's giant red schlong swung upwards and smacked against hir enormous tits before being pushed back down, until the head pointed nearly straight down. It's weight was so great, that as it levered itself back up, the vixen's hips were pulled outwards, and only the restraints around hir wrists kept hir from falling forward at the unexpected pull.

Beneath the huge shaft, just as quickly as it had grown, a pair of testicles formed. The male balls rapidly enlarged, swelling hugely in a matter of minutes as the entire studio stared at the incredible growth occurring before their eyes.

In fact, it wasn't until the fox's new nuts hung past hir knees that a camera operator thought to pan down the throbbing red shaft to get a picture of them.

Minoko's eyes rolled up into hir head as shi let out a snarl of pleasure. Rational thought? Who needs it?

"Question 9," the rabbit asked quickly. "What's ten times seven?"

Minoko's answer came out as a loud moan. "Sev... seve... sevennn... ty!"

It was all shi could do to spit out that word as the relief from the build up inside of hir made hir knees go week.

Shi opened hir eyes, flashing the purple-hued irises towards the fox. Shi licked hir lips and wondered just how good the new host tasted.

The rabbit stumbled backwards when he saw the vixen's muzzle turn towards him and those steely eyes catch his. He nearly fell, but a stagehand caught him and pushed him on his feet and back into the center of the stage.

Minoko's growth continued. Hir huge breasts, each massive white-furred orb swollen enormously, hung down nearly to hir waist. The bottoms scraped across hir lower abdomen. Hir immense shaft speared up between the cleavage, ending somewhere above hir muzzle.

From the audience, a huge cougar put hir palms to either side of hir muzzle as shi shouted.

"Tiiiiiiiiits!" echoed through the studio. The previous contestant's bulge twitched dangerously, and the rabbit looked up nervously, wondering if he was going to have two hyper horny herms to worry about.

The strange thought that "Hyper Horny Herms" would be a great name for a band flashed through the rabbit's head and he giggled uncontrollably as he stared back at the vixen, whose four-foot erection was now spurting out great bursts of pre-cum that rained down onto hir head, tits, and the stage itself.

Minoko's enormous balls swelled dangerously, hanging from hir hips down past hir knees, only a few inches from flattening against the floor. Another burst of cum sprayed from hir tip as shi bucked ineffectually against the massive weight between hir spread knees.

"Question 10," the rabbit said, legs shaking as he readied himself to run should the vixen fail. "What's ten divided by five?"

Minoko panted and moaned, hir head tossing side to side. Shi closed hir eyes and tried to think through the wave of lust and pleasure that struck hir body from hir tail tips to hir twitching ears.

"T... twoooooo!" shi said, ending the word in a lusty moan.

Hir cock pulsed harder and heavier as the next dose surged into hir arm. Hir huge breasts were laying thickly on hir body now, spilling over the sides of hir chest and even touching the hospital bed. The aureola capping those enormous breasts were large, each the size of a dinner plate, with massive nipples half a foot long each.

Hir cock's urethra was visibly rippling as seed traveled up the length, before spraying out hir tip. The red shaft was aching like nothing shi had ever felt before; the vixen's mind swam, nearly dizzy as lust overtook any ability to answer questions.

"Question 11," the rabbit said a bit hurriedly. "What's your name?"

The vixen's thrashes and moans were the only noise in the studio as everyone watched. The vixen had gone far - could shi keep up hir streak?

Minoko's loud howl of pleasure was all shi could manage to say, until shi leveled hir muzzle forwards and stared at the rabbit. There was no hint of rationality in that gaze, only feral desire.

The vixen's lips curled back, exposing hir small, sharp teeth. "Fffflluuuuufffffyyyy buuuuuunnnnnyyyyy..."

The buzzer sounded and the rabbit backed away. He almost fell off the stage, but a crew member pushed him back on as the vixen was released.

Still spraying thick bursts of pre-cum from the nearly five-foot cock arcing over hir head, shi stood up on unsteady legs, using hir massive balls for balance. The bottoms of hir immense tits were now hanging past hir waist, ridiculously huge. From behind, hir ample, round rump pushed out firmly. Above it, hir slim waist looked silly compared to the amount of round breast visible jutting out the sides of hir body.

The rabbit, meanwhile, stumbled forward and slipped on a puddle of the vixen's cum. He sailed forward and ended up crashing muzzle first into the herm's enormous balls, which were almost as tall as he was and undoubtedly weighed more.

The vixen's claws snagged the struggling rabbit by the scruff of his neck, and shi moaned hotly as shi dragged him across hir cock, which was half a foot taller than him.

"Fluuuuuuffffyyy... buuunnnnnnyyy..."

The camera's cut out as crew members rushed on stage, trying to get the lapine away from the vulpine's grip, but it was a tug of war they would inevitably lose - the vixen had no intention of letting hir prize escape.

The rabbit was still unavailable after the break. Along with additional water pumps quickly procured from the janitorial and groundskeeping offices of the studio, a second new host was produced.

A light-brown otter stood in front of the cameras, beady eyes blinking rapidly under the lights. His broad tail swung behind him nervously and he pulled at his suit coat. It was a bit large for the five-foot male, but it had been hastily borrowed. Truth be told, he was a lowly sound engineer who drew the short straw.

"Welcome back to Questionable Content!" he said, his voice nearly squeaking as it rose in pitch. He coughed, and continued. "Let's welcome our next contestant... Jason!"

The Dalmatian in the audience was fairly typical for his species. At six foot even and a slim 154 pounds, he certainly wasn't the largest competitor the show had scene. His fur was short and had the typical black spots associated with his breed.

As he made his way down to the stage, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it into the audience. A well-hung, overly muscled cougar ended up with it.

By the time he hit the bottom of the stairs, the Dalmatian had his pants off. Those, too, went flying into the crowd, where a ferret leaped up and grabbed them. They were the right size, even!

The spotty-dog grinned as he climbed onto the stage. He stood close to the nervous otter. A tight red thong clung to his hips and outlined his sheath, and the Dalmatian made no qualms about pushing his hips forward, sliding the bulge against the otter's side teasingly.

"I've always had a thing for otter," the Dalmatian said with an enormous smirk on his black lips.

The smaller male gulped and froze, microphone trembling.

"We... welcome... to the show, Jason," he said with a stutter. His eyebrow twitched and he took a deep breath before asking the next question. "Where are you from?"

"Currently with my husband in downtown San Diego," the Dalmatian said.

In the audience, a handsome, muscular gray and white malamute cheered.

"Well... I guess... you go over there, now," the otter said, pointing towards the hospital bed. "And then they bring out The Wheel."

The Dalmatian was guided into the bed by the stage crew and strapped in at the best inclined angle, so that he was nearly standing and facing the crowd - and cameras. He didn't flinch at the IV, but his eyes grew huge when he saw The Wheel come on stage.

"Okay... so... you can spin," the otter said, bungling the explanation as his broad tail swished against the stage floor. "Or you don't. I guess."

The producer of the show was growling audibly, and a stagehand had to get him to quiet down as the otter tried to rally.

"So!" he said, forcing a smile onto his short brown face. "What'll it be, Jason?"

1. Nippledick Nightmare
2. Can't Stop the Cock
3. Organic Milk Co-op
4. Slot Machine Species Plus One Spin
5. Prehensile Penis
6. Contestant's Choice
7. Pool Toy Trouble
8. Drunkard's Decision
9. Tailtrocity
10. Just Wing It
11. Two at Random

Jason pondered the options, then rendered his decision decisively. "Go for it!" he said, as his thin, long tail smacked against the insides of his legs rapidly.

The otter nodded. He had to reach very high up to get a webbed paw around one of the pegs, and his spin was not all that strong. He did his best, though, and it clicked and clattered around quickly before slowing.

"Organic Milk Co-op!" the otter said loudly as The Wheel stopped.

The first two doses dripped down the IV into the canine's arm. He glanced up into the studios and pursed his lips towards his husband before returning his attention to the otter. The Dalmatian was not known for quitting easily and planned to go far.

"Question 1," the otter said, fumbling with his blue note cards. "Uh... oh, yeah... here... What's the largest state in terms of area in the United States?"

The Damatian's hips wriggled playfully, making the towel fall off his body. His sheath swung back and forth, along with his spotted nuts.

"Alaska," Jason said confidently.

"Correct!" the otter said. He flinched as the bell rang and the lights flashed, but the Dalmatian only beamed hugely.

Jason let out a low moan as warmth spread across his body quickly. His black-tipped ears folded over his forehead when his nipples perked. The canine's toes curled in and out rhythmically at the ends of his digitrade legs as his sheath bulged.

He pulled at the restraints around his wrists, and grinned at the otter. He didn't mind the restraints. They helped him focus - he wasn't going to be distracted like the other contestants, not if he could help it.

Jason's pointed, sleek tail was a blur as it wagged back and forth between his knees while he waited eagerly for the next question. The only outwards signs of physical change so far were a slight puffiness to his pink nipples.

"Question 2: Name one major industrialized nation that doesn't observe Daylight Savings Time?"

Jason grinned broadly, as though someone had told him the answer moments before the question had been asked.

"Japan!" he said.

"Yes, that's right!" the otter host said, flipping to his next card. "Now, question 3: Name a city that hosts one of the Walt Disney theme parks."

The otter was obviously not cut out to be a host. Asking questions so close together was just asking for trouble. But the brown, small male was so nervous, he was forgetting all the instructions he'd been given.

"Anaheim, California," Jason said, surprised at he rapid pace of the questions. He let out a surprised grunt as he felt the studio air swirl around all four of his nipples. Wait, four?

"Question 4: Name the capital of Australia."

Jason narrowed his eyes, then relaxed when he thought of the answer. "Canberra!"

"Yes!" the otter said. He was about to flip to his next card when an angry buzz sounded through his ear piece. He flinched, and nodded, and grinned awkwardly at the camera, black nose twitching.

The cameras switched back to Jason, who was groaning now as his thick pink maleness pushed from his sheath. The Dalmatian's body was in fine shape. He had a swimmer's build, with well-defined pectoral muscles and a smooth, if ridged, belly. Now, however, the definition in his belly and chest was starting to fade. His fur seemed to push upwards, and the audience recognized it immediately: the Dalmatian's breasts were coming in, but there were four of them, two stacked on top of the other two.

With the backup of chemicals flowing through his body, Jason didn't mind a reprieve from questions. He was panting hard now as his aching nipples pushed up among his white chest fur, and his cock was inching out over his belly.

The Dalmatian shivered as he felt his belly bulge outwards. The moment it bulged, obviously pushing outwards, his thick cock hardened fully and spurt a burst of pre-cum. The thick drops of canine arousal were caught on camera as they landed amongst the fur on his stomach.

The camera's stayed focused on his stomach, though. The Dalmatian's belly rippled and surged outwards, rounding firmly. His fuzzy white fur fell out, shedding rapidly, and exposed a pale, pink flesh beneath.

The Dalmatian sucked in a breath as he felt the studio air swirl over his now hair-less belly. Six points of pleasure could be felt among the fleshy skin, which was folding over itself at the moment shapelessly. Six thick nubs, all the same size, quickly began to push free from the bag hanging down the Dalmatian's belly. It looked odd, even ugly at the moment as it hung loosely. But within a minute or so, the fleshy pink bag began to fill out.

It expanded quickly, and the folds of skin disappeared. The round udder shone under the studio lights, firm and full, with six thick teats drooping down.

The Dalmatian looked down and gasped. His erection was sliding against the underside of the milkbag, dripping pre-cum. Below his heavy balls, the canine could feel a pressure. Realizing what it was, he let out a moan and flashed a grin at the husky in the audience.

"Question 5," the otter said, having been given the go ahead. "What's the name of the mathematical theorem that postulates the squares of two sides of a triangle can be added to determine the length of the third side?"

"Pythagorean," the Dalmatian said, his voice a low, husky growl of pleasure as his large udder swelled noticeably. Drops of milk appeared at the tips of each of those dangling nipples as he pushed his hips out awkwardly.

The Dalmatian now shared more than a color pattern with the traditional Midwestern dairy cow, apparently.

While the canine's new udder was replacing his belly, his breasts had grown significantly. His well-defined pectorals were no longer visible beneath the B-cup breasts capping his chest. Beneath, a second pair of breasts was also coming in nicely, just a few moments behind the first set in growth. The bottom pair ended nearly at the point his udders began, leaving little but his belly button exposed on his smooth white stomach.

The Dalmatian growled lustfully as felt his cock bounce up against his udder, making the whole firm milk-bag jiggle. His pink shaft was pointed at the tip, canine-style, and a firm knot was already bulging out past his sheath.

His spotted nut-sack swung below, more than halfway to his knees, a nice firm weight to accompany his nearly foot-long, pink Dalmatian-hood.

Jason's green eyes flashed open as he let out a thick moan. The nipples hanging from his udder jerked and spurt out six streams of warm milk simultaneously as a rush of pleasure suddenly swept through him. He wanted to look up at his husband in the stands, to see what the husky thought about all this, but his eyes were having trouble focusing on anything more than a few feet from him - like the short, squat otter fumbling with his note cards.

"Question 6: Name a type of white wine."

"Gewurztraminer," the Dalmatian moaned out, remembering the last time he'd drank any wine.

"Correct! A fine German variety," the otter said, licking his lips. "Yes, a good wine."

The Dalmatian wasn't really following the otter's words. The next dose of chemicals hit him hard.

His cock throbbed, arcing around his heavy udder, at least ten inches in length. His udder pushed out from his belly, about a foot across and well over a foot and a half deep, from his side to the tip of a nipple.

On his chest, things were progressing well. The spotty-dog's white chest fur stretched around his nipples, all four of them, as the twin pairs of breasts grew in quickly. The upper pair went from B- to C-cup rapidly, then to D-cup. The lower set played catchup, but really wasn't far behind. Jason's pink nipples extended outwards, long and firm, until they too began to drip thick canine milk from their tips.

The Dalmatian shuddered and moaned. He hadn't expected the pressure in his tits and udder to cause quite so much pleasure. It was as if for every drop that left, two more drops replaced it.

Between his legs, the Dalmatian felt the itch build and build. He wanted to howl, to scratch, to put the flame of desire out. But as the thick red lips of a new feminine sex erupted among hir pure white fur, shi knew he wouldn't be able to - despite her earlier thoughts, the restraints were proving problematic. Shi found shi couldn't help hirself, as shi strained hir fingers outwards, reaching for the thick shaft running along the curve of hir udder. Shi wanted desperately to touch and stroke and please hirself.

Behind, the Dalmatian's whip-like tail had developed a puffed up, hair tip, reminiscent of a cow tail.

Hir green eyes gazed out into the audience, but the lust running through hir body wouldn't allow hir to focus, and shi dazedly brought hir head back down, bearing hir gaze on the only creature within sight: the otter hosting the show.

"Question 7," the otter continued warily. He shivered and tried to shake off the Dalmatian's penetrating glare. "In what year was President Bill Clinton elected President of the United States?"

Out in the audience, Jason's husband stood and moved towards the railing above the stage. He was enjoying his partner's transformation; they'd never argue about who forgot to get the milk for their morning coffee anymore.

The Dalmatian's hips pushed outwards, forcing his cock and balls to swing back and forth. "Nnn... nnnn... nineteen... nnnninetey-two!"

The otter nodded. "Correct!"

The ninth dose of chemicals flowed into the Dalmatian's rapidly altering body. Gone was his swimmer's build; in its place, the new herm sported a huge rack, a fully functioning udder, and a throbbing pussy demanding satisfaction. He squirmed against the bed, groaning thickly as his paws pulled at their restraints. He'd tried so hard to focus, to last, to make it through, but the lustful feelings were getting past his defenses. He curled his fingers into his palms and arced his hips out, forcing his spotted legs to pushed away from the bed, but nothing helped.

Small white horns grew in between the Dalmatian's ears. Only about two inches long each, they were rounded off nubs, barely reaching past the canine's long head fur - another bovine trait.

Jason's husband leaned over the railing and shouted. "You can do it!" he called, but the Dalmatian's ears were flat against hir head. Shi couldn't hear him, couldn't see him; all shi could understand was the need to cum, as soon as possible. Hir large DD-cup breasts, all four now the same sizes, were dripping thick milk down hir body. The nipples were similar to the thick teats on hir udder; they drooped downwards, thick and fleshy.

The otter read the next question, but the canine didn't hear or understand a word of it.

"My God!" the canine gasped, body jerking rapidly against the restraints. "It's full of stars!"

The buzzer sounded, indicating an incorrect answer. Stagehands moved in to release the Dalmatian as the otter's legs froze. He tried to leave the stage, but fear froze him to the spot. All he could see was the huge Dalmatian as shi lurched away from the bed. Hir foot-long, five-inch thick shaft spurt spectacularly as it pressed upwards, pushing into the full bag of milk above it.

The Dalmatian actually managed to stagger towards the otter, eyes dizzily unfocused as hir paws went to hir massive breasts, squeeze thick streams of milk from those long nipples.

The otter was saved at the last moment. Like some kind of superhero, the husky in the audience dropped down from the bleacher seating on the second row, landing on his feet and holding his arms out widely.

"Take me instead!" the buff husky cried out. He reached forward and grasped the Dalmatian's small horns, holding hir back.

A flicker of recognition ran through the Dalmatian's eyes as shi closed hir arms around the husky, pulling him into hir mountainous breasts.

The otter heaved a sigh of relief as he watched the amorous couple get to business right there on stage. The Dalmatian ripped at the husky's clothing, pulling him down on top of hir. Stagehands approached cautiously, trying to get the husky's attention.

He squirmed free and backed away slowly.

"Here, Jason... I'm right here, baby..."

The spurting Dalmatian staggered up to hir feet and growled lustfully as shi stalked after the husky, eyes narrowing as the promised release was denied again. The otter was all but forgotten as the husky moved off, towards the backstage area, guiding the Dalmatian to the recovery rooms.

"That's... that's all for Jason!" the otter said finally, remembering his job. "

The otter shivered and then forced a grin over his blunt muzzle. "We'll be... right back?"

Back from break, the surprisingly unspoiled otter smiled at the camera with renewed confidence. "Welcome back to Questionable Content! Let's welcome our next player, Maleti!"

A lizard stood up in the crowd and headed for the stairs. She was covered in green scales - finely knit, they looked like a fluid skin over her body. There was no overlapping. A white blouse hugged her heavy breasts; above it, an even tighter suit jacket wrapped around her chest. Both blouse and jacket ended above her smooth pink underbelly.

She adjusted the glasses resting on the bridge of her snout as she climbed up onto the stage. Her blue skirt rode up her hips, clinging tightly to her broad hips.

"Welcome to the show, Maleti," the otter said, holding the microphone up. She was about ten inches taller than the five-foot tall otter.

Long brown hair spiked around the sides of her face and large golden eyes. Most of it was brushed back, around her head, but a few strands fell over her long snout.

"Where are you from?" the otter asked.

"I'm from the Amazon," the lizard said, smiling broadly. "I used to be a real savage thing, dearie. Aren't you just the cutest!"

Maleti's fingers reached out and stroked through the host's hair, ruffling his fur slightly.

"Well, thanks, but... uh... let's get ready to play Questionable Content!"

A stagehand directed the lizard away from the flustered host, and into a waiting hospital gurney. It was tipped up on its end, so that it was resting at a high angle. Maleti sunk back into it as the stage crew strapped her in and hooked up the IV.

"Will you spin the, uh, The Wheel?" the otter asked, hardly speaking into the microphone. Most of his new-found confidence was gone already as he watched the stacked lizard get strapped in.

Maleti's broad feet pressed against the studio floor. Shi only had two toes, and she pressed them down firmly as she eyed the otter.

"Mm... it is rather tempting," the lizard said, eyes blinking. "Shame we can't rig the outcome. No. No dearie, no spin this time."

The audience awwed, but the host just nodded and readied his cards. He wasn't about to complain.

"Question 1," the otter said, trying to focus on his questions. "Name one member of The Beatles."

Maleti shifted her hips against the gurney, enjoying the chill on her fulsome jungle-backside. Her tail lightly tapped against an ankle as she replied. "Ringo Starr."

"Correct!" the otter announced. A bell rang the lights flashed. The lizard's first dose of chemicals dripped down the IV into her arm, causing her scales to flush darker pink across her breasts.

She squirmed a little, making herself nice and comfortable as she leaned back against the hospital bed.

"Question 2: On what continent is the country of Luxembourg?"

She gave a small little toss of the head, her blue forked tongue flickering out from that delicately scaled snout. Maleti's head tipped further to lock one golden eye upon the host.

"Hmhm... Europe sweetie. Now lets make this more than a tingle."

The otter swallowed and nodded. "Yes, that's right!"

The bell rang and the next dose was injected. The warmth spread slowly across her breasts and belly. Without the benefit of The Wheel, the changes would come slower, but the lust would come more quickly.

She shivered, feeling the perkiness in her nipples and the gentle throb deep in her belly, and wriggled against the restraints. The lizard's long brown hair cascaded over the end of the bed as she waited eagerly for the next question.

"Question 3: From which country does the best band in the entire world that's currently together and producing records hail?"

The otter blinked under the studio lights, watching the lizard carefully as she checked Wikipedia for the answer. Her large breasts were quite nice already; the otter felt a twinge between his stubby little legs, which he quickly suppressed, as he wondered how much larger they would get.

Maleti quirked a brow at the question put forth, thinking it was very opinionated. The large soft pink scales of her breasts surged forward as she gathered in a deep breath to calm herself temporarily.

"I'll say Great Britain."

"Correct!" the otter said.

The third dose elicited a moan of pleasure from the lizard as it entered her bloodstream. Her nipples, already quite sensitive, perked up fully. Between her legs, she could feel the outer lips of her slick pussy engorge and rub together. Arousal was growing strong throughout her body, and she pulled at the restraints automatically as a burst of tingling crossed over from her aching pussy into her groin.

She shivered, still with the small white towel laying across her smooth midsection, and waited for the next question, trying to ignore the throbbing in her aching nipples.

"Question 4: What is Apple's music distribution platform called?"

Maleti gave a quiet little giggle. Another deep breath caused those immense breasts to heave upwards, nipples thick as thumbs striding atop them. Below her wide hips those ripe juicy thighs ground and stroked against one another, soliciting a soft trill from the lizard as her forked-tongue flicked once more.

"Hmmm.... Haaard little question dearie. But I'll say iTunes."

"Correct!" the otter said, slipping the question card behind the rest.

Another dose was injected into the curvy lizard as the bell rang.

Maleti shuddered and moaned as thick juices flowed from between her aching lips. Despite the sensual display as she squirmed her flexible body, she could get no relief from the dull ache causing her pussy to throb. Neither could she do anything about the tingling spreading throughout her heavy breasts, besides jerk her chest and hips back and forth. The jiggling only made it worse.

Maleti's glasses slid down the bridge of hir snout, until the thick rims were barely hanging on the slight bumps of her nostrils. Beneath the small white towel, she could feel pressure building. She let out a moan as she thrust upwards, trying to relieve that pressure. It just kept building, however, though there was a small bulge tenting up the towel once she'd settled her hips back down against the bed.

"Question 5: How many Pokemans would you have to catch to get all them little fuckers?"

Once more Maleti calmed herself down rather gradually, though she gave a little test bounce at her hips, a breathy little trill and desire for more sliding free from her snout.

"I do hope this towel slides free soon. I'm eager to see the results," she said. The lizard turned her head, locking eyes with the otter who seemed a little out of place with that question. "Six-hundred and forty-nine, for now..."

The otter nodded. "Okay! Sounds right, I suppose," he said. The fact-checking department could be arsed to bother, honestly. Fucking Pokemans.

The lizard shuddered as another dose of the chemicals was injected into hir arm. Her heavy breasts swayed, slowly increasing in size. The bulge beneath the small towel grew and the shapely lizard let out a loud moan.

She bucked her hips upwards again, arcing her smooth backside as much as she could, stopping only when the restraints refused to allow her any more leeway. The towel slid from her lower belly as a thick maleness popped up.

The lack of external testes lent itself to the lizard's smooth form. Hir belly rolled downwards into the long green length, and as it was jutting out of hir hips just above hir exposed pussy, the effect on the audience was clear.

Catcalls rang out, but the lizard didn't mind. Shi simply flicked hir tongue between hir supple lips and laid hir head back, luxuriating in the thick maleness throbbing over hir belly, enjoying the pleasurable sensations emanating from the stalk.

"Question 6," the otter said, noticing that thick, if a bit short, cock. "In what country is the Parthenon?"

Maleti tipped hir head back, showing off the radiant pink scales along the underside of hir snout that swept down hir neck to cover over hir immense swollen bust. Each little shift and breath caused their swollen forms to jiggle and bounce. The ripe juicy thighs shifted to try and strike a more impressive pose than just being locked in place, rolling hir hips to get some delightful movement in that visibly throbbing new member.

"My eyes are up here you dirty boy," she said to host. "Greece is the answer... now more!"

Hir long tongue flicked out again as that last moan died down to a shuddering whimper.

"You're right!" the otter said, edging backwards away from the growing lizard.

Shi was adding mass quickly now. Hir erection was well over eight inches long, smooth from the base to the tip. There were no signs of a head, just a smooth length of masculinity dripping a few drops of clear pre-cum from the pointed tip.

Hir inner thighs were, however, completely soaked with feminine fluids. The raw lips of hir pussy ached more and more, causing more than a few gasps and moans as hir thighs squeezed together, drawing silky scales upon silky scales in an attempt to quell the heat in hir crotch.

Shi jerked hir wrists at their restraints, gasping loudly as hir swollen breasts stretched out the scales layering hir chest. Each thick nipple was at least an inch wide and about the same in length; the aureole themselves were twice as broad. Her pink scale glittered under the lights as shi humped hir hips mindlessly, though in the back of hir brain shi knew the next question would soon be asked.

The otter hesitated as he read the next question. It was too easy, right? Shi shouldn't be getting such easy questions so late, should shi? Whether he was worried for the integrity of the show or the integrity of his tailhole wasn't clear, and he finally took a breath and asked.

"Question 7: What color fur do I have?"

Despite the whoops and cheers of the crowd thinking shi had gone past the point of no return, the lizard managed to get hir thrusts under control when shi heard the question. Heavy stabs of thick fuck-meat ceased, with just a slight twitch in the smooth-scaled herm's hips as shi settled back down, Maleti grinned at the little otter host.

"Brown. Now how about we shame some horses, dearie?"

The otter took another tentative step backwards as the smooth lizard grinned at him, eyes glinting under the lights and cameras.

Maleti's dark erection throbbed greedily now, bouncing up and down thickly as it stretched past thirteen inches in length and a bit under half that in width at the thickest point. A steady drizzle of pre-cum pumped from hir tip. Where it splashed against hir smooth belly, it left a glimmering sheen before running down hir sides. Hir large breasts ached powerfully, swollen into H-cup range.

The lizard leaned hir head back, hir long brown hair getting nice and tousled as shi pushed hir chest up into the air, lewdly causing hir thick nipples to jiggle for the cameras. As shi let hir backside rest back against the bed, shi moaned heavily. Hir long, now fourteen-inch shaft was bapping softly against the lower part of hir breasts as shi strained hir wrists against hir restraints.

A surge of pleasure made hir whole body quiver, and an especially thick burst of clear honey spurt from between hir thighs, just as shi managed to spread those thick, smooth thighs apart a bit. The squirt was captured on camera and led to more than a few erections in the audience.

The lizard's tongue slid over hir smooth snout as shi lifted hir face up, eyes huge, pupils dilated, and stared fixedly at the otter.

The small brown male didn't notice. He had dropped his cards, and was busy trying to find the next question.

"Ah! Here we go... Question 8: What's the sum of twenty plus eighteen?"

The lizard tried to steady hir quivering thighs, to stall the jiggle in hir stretched breasts, to slow the quick, heaving breath shi took... but couldn't.

Though shi knew the answer, and could understand the question easily, lust had overtaken hir, leaving hir snout to simply gape in frustration.

The buzzer sounded and the otter looked curiously from Maleti's thick, fourteen-inch-long erection, then back to hir long snout, then over hir large H-cup breasts with nipples that could cut diamonds. The small male shuddered at what the lizard would consider big enough.

"Well, that's all for Maleti!" he said, as the stagehands undid hir restraints. "Let's give hir a hand!"

The otter's grin lasted only as long as the cameras focused on him; as soon as they moved back to Maleti, he frowned and leaned over to pick up the rest of his note cards which remained on the stage.

He was still trying to pick them all up when the lizard's paws slapped over hir hips. Shi had no difficulty sliding the loose-fitting slacks down, nor in aiming hir thick maleness under his broad tail. Hir own tail wrapped around his ankles, holding them in place and preventing him from squirming away as his bark of alarm echoed though the studio.

The camera caught the lizard's gleeful expression as shi flicked out hir tongue and shoved hir hips forward; hir huge breasts bounced, the otter's muzzle dropped, and the cameras faded out to commercial.

Upon returning from the commercial break, the stumpy-legged otter was pushed in front of the camera. His suit was obviously ill-fitting. It was several sizes too large for his five-foot frame, in fact, making him seem even more awkward and ill-at-ease.

He was still breathing hard and waddling rather than walking when he realized he had to start talking.

"Uh... We're back on Questionable Content," he said morosely, his tailhole still smarting.

"Let's give a big hand to our final contestant of the night... Andrew!"

The spotlight scanned over the audience, but the gray and white husky actually emerged from the back of studio. He was still being toweled dry by a stagehand until a moment before he stepped up on stage

The otter looked up at the much taller canine and gulped, but he could hear the paycheck disappearing the longer he stalled.

"Welcome to the show, Andrew," he said. The husky's naked body as coated in a thick layer of muscle. Obviously comfortable with being nude in public, the canine just grinned back at the otter broadly.

"Where are you from?" the small male asked, holding the microphone up to Andrew's broad muzzle. The otter's nose twitched. The husky reeked of milk.

"San Diego," the husky replied. The canine's long red erection suddenly flopped out of his sheath and hung down low, making the otter take an involuntary step backwards.

"Uh... well... I mean... let's get started!" the otter sputtered.

The husky was led to the inclined hospital bed, where he laid back into the sheets as the stagehands strapped him in. His thick length remained drooped over his thighs, with only the bulge of his knot remaining in his white-furred sheath.

"Would you like to spin The Wheel?" the otter asked. The husky decided that the while the otter had none of the flair or drama of the fox or the rabbit, apparently, his black nose and short muzzle were cute as hell.

The husky examined the options.

1. Nippledick Nightmare
2. Can't Stop the Cock
3. Slot Machine Species Plus One Spin
4. Prehensile Penis
5. Contestant's Choice
6. Drunkard's Decision
7. Tailtrocity
8. Just Wing It
9. Two at Random
10. Muscle Madness
11. Let's Go, Ponies!
12. Hell Hound

"What the heck... let's spin!" he said finally. His large chest flexed, making the white fur on his chest ripple down to his belly. His thick arms and legs then relaxed, and he grinned at the cameras, dropping his muzzle into the big smile.

The otter reached up high to spin The Wheel, sending it around faster this time.

It landed on "Slot Machine Species Plus One Spin," which meant an additional spin once the husky's new species were determined. He wouldn't be fully turned, but would gain several features from whatever species was randomly chosen.

"Bovine!" the otter announced, once the computer had churned out the random species.

"Let's get your bonus spin going," the short male said, moving things along. He reached up and again just barely managed to get the heavy wheel spinning.

1. Nippledick Nightmare
2. Can't Stop the Cock
3. Prehensile Penis
4. Contestant's Choice
5. Drunkard's Decision
6. Tailtrocity
7. Just Wing It
8. Two at Random
9. Muscle Madness
10. Let's Go, Ponies!
11. Hell Hound

"Can't Stop the Cock!" the host announced. "Well... this will get messy..."

The first two doses of the Patented Transformation Chemicals dripped down the IV into the husky's arm. His broad chest shivered as a warmth spread through it, beneath his soft, fuzzy fur. He let out a little grunt and shifted his weight from paw to paw.

The canine's thick erection, already hanging free from his sheath, began to perk upwards, rising slowly into the air as the warm feeling spread down past his belly. He closed his eyes, wondering if his husband had felt the same thing this early in the process.

"Question 1: At what temperature does water freeze?"

"Thirty-two Fahrenheit, zero Celsius," the husky replied quickly.

"Correct!"

The bell rang and a third dose was administered to the husky, who squirmed against the bed now. His cock was feeling tingly, almost full, as though he hadn't came for several days. But that couldn't be the case - he'd been in the recovery room with his husband for the better part of the last two hours. He'd only been able to get away with promises to return soon, leaving his husband - was husband still the right word? - recovery room.

There was no mistaking it, though. His balls were definitely feeling blue.

The husky groaned as his cock thickened up. Even his knot was starting to form. He couldn't remember the last time his knot had swollen up so quickly.

"Question 2," the otter said, asking a fairly simple one.

The husky answered correctly and was rewarded with another dose of chemicals.

He stood eagerly on his digitrade legs, fluffy footpaws twisting their restraints, as his thick red maleness grew heavier. It didn't rise into the air, however, but remained limp and flaccid as it hung down his thighs.

The curvy canine shaft throbbed, and appeared to be firm, but each time the husky's hips shifted, it jiggled and curved and bent, flopping around as only a completely soft shaft would.

The husky felt a peculiar pressure between his thighs and moaned; he could guess what that new warm tingling feeling would entail.

He wagged his tail happily, knowing his dairy-producing husband would be happy to know his cock would be unable to stop once he got into the recovery room himself.

The otter asked the third question. The husky easily answered, and a sixth dose was injected.

The big male growled lustfully as his dark red nipples, the same deep shade as his bulging cock, stiffened noticeably in the thick white pelt coating his chest. Two bumps were forming beneath, fleshy mounds of tit that swelled up into A-cups in a matter of minutes. The continued to grow, slow and steadily.

The growth of the male's breasts had nothing on his cock, though. The head flopped against his knee as he shook his hips, pushing outwards. Still, the cock would not get hard, frustrating the husky. He bared his teeth and leaned back, but the growl cut off suddenly as something new began to send insistent urges through his body.

Shi sagged against the bed as the unexpected force of hir new pussy caused hir no small amount of aching pleasure.

Between the husky's ears, two small white points pushed up among hir headfur.

The otter host asked the next question, and had to repeat himself before the husky heard it.

The canine answered correctly, and the otter found himself backing away again, until he was at the edge of the stage, far from the squirming male.

Andrew's long and fluffy curved tail swung rapidly as hir thick maleness continued to drop past hir knees, still jiggling and flopping with no sign of hardening at all. It draped over hir sizable nuts, which were held up tightly in a softball-sized pouch.

The otter asked the next question, the fourth, slowly, stumbling over the words a bit as he stared at the canine's length.

The husky snapped out the answer immediately, surprising the otter, who jumped backwards off the stage entirely.

He was quickly shoved back onstage to announce the answer was correct.

Finally, with the latest dose of the chemicals, hir cock did more than grow. It really grew.

Blood pumped up and down the entire length of the deep red shaft. The husky barked and then moaned lustfully as the entire thing filled out, starting at the base, which curved upwards, dragging the floppy, broad head and pointed tip along hir thighs.

For a few moments, the husky's cockhead was nearly level with hir hips, but the apex of the curve the canine's length was almost as high as hir nipples.

As the length filled out and stiffened, the urethra bulged almost obscenely and a thick blast of warm, clear pre-cum dripped from the tip.

Andrew moaned again and leaned backwards as the huge, thick cock began to push straight out from hir hips. Hir breasts hit C-cups as the head bobbed at nipple level, dripping thick pre-cum onto the floor well past hir squeezing toes.

The length was notable not only for it's length - as long as the husky's arm, if the otter host were to guess - but for it's thickness. This was no pencil-dick. It was as thick as the husky's bulging biceps as well.

Hir nuts swelled up as hir cock stiffened, making hir moan and cry out more than once. Between hir twitching ears, those two small white points were quickly growing and expanding into a pair of magnificent, broad bull horns. They pushed out almost straight to the sides before turning forwards, pointing straight ahead in line with hir muzzle. The horns were dark black except for the white, pointy tips.

The husky's legs had changed as well. Though still covered in the familiar husky pelt and maintaining the same shape, his feet had been replaced with a pair of huge hooves. Gray fur hung long over the black hooves, which clopped against the smooth black stage as the husky danced back and forth, horns waving above him.

The husk rattled off answers to the next three questions, though shi had some difficulty speaking between all of hir barks and grunts as pleasure swamped hir. Hir piercing blue eyes stared relentlessly at the otter, just as hir husband had earlier.

Curiously, hir cock wouldn't grow any longer, and it's additional thickness could be attributed to the final stage of arousal more than chemical-induced growth. Hir breasts continued to slowly grow, slower than most, but still developing into a pair of very round, firm, and nearly petite D-cup breasts.

The husky's nuts, while swollen up considerably, didn't drape down past his knees or anything. In fact, they were almost on the small side for a cock of his length. Round and firm, they sagged hardly at all.

What were the chemicals doing? The otter wondered. Shi wasn't getting any bigger, except for hir tits, but obviously more and more pleasure was coursing through hir new body, judging from the amount of pre-cum dripping out that nearly two-foot long, foot thick dog-cock. The insides hir thighs were positively dripping.

The realization hit the otter suddenly. Can't Stop the Cock. It could only mean... no. No, that'd be cruel... huskies shouldn't last more than 10, 15 minutes... but if this one could go longer, how much longer was it?

The host shook his head and struggled himself to ask the eighth question. He was surprised when the husky failed it immediately, which meant he forgot to start waddling offstage as fast as his well-abused rump would allow while the husky was being unshackled. With a panicked squeak, he turned and tried to get away.

The otter didn't get far.

The small male heard the husky's clopping hooves before a huge red shaft knocked into his backside, and as he rolled over, it lay across his chest and belly thickly, spurting a few blasts over the brown-furred male's short, cute muzzle.

"Mmm... you're coming with me!" the husky growled, managing to stay lucid for a few moments now that he was unhooked from the IV. "Got someone who wants to meet you backstage."

He reached down and picked the otter up easily, and tucked him under an arm, where one of the husky's heavy breasts pressed into the side of his face. Cameras zoomed in as the otter squirmed, still holding his microphone.

"That's it for Questionable Content!" he shouted. "Join us next week when more contestants... wait, us? I qummmmmph!"

The husky rolled hir eyes and used a paw to stuff the otter's muzzle full of soft breast. Hir broad muzzle grinned delightedly as shi staggered backstage, hooves stomping heavily into the floor, needing no help from stagehands to be guided towards the Dalmatian impatiently waiting at the door of the recovery room.

The cameras tried to follow - there were still a few minutes of air time to fill, but the husky's footpaw kicked the door closed with a bang, disappearing inside with the wriggling otter.

A loud, Dalmatian-like squeal of delight, followed by a series of high-pitched squeaks and burbles, followed by a few deeper, bull-like moans, followed by the sound of grunts and thrusts and moos other noises commonly associated with a spit-roasted otter drifted through the light wooden door as the camera focused on it.

Beneath the door frame, a puddle of cum and milk leaked out, spreading into the hallway. The cameras zoomed in on the growing puddle as the credits rolled.

EPISODE 7

Questionable Content - The TF Game Show! Episode 07

"Skibum, come on down!"

The new host was a good seven feet tall and pure muscle. The stallion stood tall and proud, his spotty brown and white coat shining under the lights. The palomino adjusted the tie on his black suit and smiled as he watched Skibum head down the stairs.

The tiger-cheetah hybrid had the typical orange pelt of both of his species and the signature deep brown stripes of a tiger across his body. The sides of his belly and chest also showed the brown spots of a cheetah. The spots ran up Skibum's muzzle, over his cheeks, ending where the white of his muzzle began. He was wearing a pair of swim trunks covered in bright green and blue flowers and a white sleeveless tank top. He grinned and flicked his dark brown ears at the host as he climbed on stage.

The cheeger barely came up to the host's shoulder. His head fur, died a bright red in a broad stripe between his ears, was a bit longer than the fur on the rest of his body, which clung to his figure, causing his neat, clean lines to stand out beautifully.

"Welcome to the show, Skibum!" the horse said. "Where are you from?"

"Bum-fuck Egypt, Montana!" the cheeger said cheerfully.

"Well, while you get ready, let's bring out The Wheel!"

The large pony's hooves clopped against the black studio stage as The Wheel was brought out. Skibum was led to an inclined hospital bed towards the center of the stage, where he quickly undressed, revealing his white belly and chest fur. The bed was facing the audience, so that as he leaned into it he was still mostly standing. A stagehand attached restraints to his wrists and ankles while a nurse inserted the IV into his arm.

"Will you spin The Wheel and accept your fate?" the horse asked. "As a reward for spinning, you get two free doses of our Patented Transformational Chemicals."

1. Nippledick Nightmare
2. Prehensile Penis
3. Contestant's Choice
4. Drunkard's Decision
5. Tailtrocity
6. Two at Random
7. Muscle Madness
8. Let's Go, Ponies!
9. Double Dick Trouble

"Woo-hoo! The Wheel!" the tiger crowed excitedly. He made small humping motions with his hips, making his bare sheath jiggle beneath the small white towel that had been laid across his midsection. "You bet your ass I'm gonna spin, and I'll take someone else for a spin after!"

The host snorted at that. He'd been recruited for this position because of his size and strength. He had no plans to end up like the show's former hosts, especially not with a feline nearly a foot shorter than him and quite a bit skinnier.

"Well, let's see what you land on!" the stallion said, taking hold of one of The Wheel's pegs. He gave it a spin, harder than was really necessary, but he felt the need to demonstrate that he wasn't going to be taking anything lying down. <--- FORESHADOWING

The Wheel clicked and clacked around before landing on number nine.

"Double Dick Trouble!" the host announced.

Skibum grinned madly as he felt the first two doses drip down the IV into his arm. The warm feeling, familiar to so many previous contestants, ran through his body, from his chest down to his belly, making him shiver with anticipation.

He couldn't help but grin even more when the towel tented with his sudden erection.

"Question 1," the host said. "Name the large mountain range that extends through Montana."

Skibum extended his digitrade legs, giving them a good stretch. His dark paw-pads flexed on the bottoms of his paws, each pad separating slightly. He wiggled his toes as he felt the serum spreading the warmth further down his body.

"Rocky Mountains!" Skibum shouted. "Of which the Crazies, Absaroka's, Tobacco Roots, and Bridgers are the best!"

"Correct!" the palomino said. He stamped his hoof as the studio lights flashed. Another dose of the chemicals dripped down the IV into his arm.

The cheeger shivered as he felt his chest start to swell. His small black nipples firmed up among his white chest fur and he gasped as the sensitive nubs sent flashes of pleasure into his brain. White mounds quickly formed on the squirming feline's chest, and the brief thought that he'd have to go shopping for bras flickered across his brain before he got his thoughts under control.

The stallion's long brown tail swished over his hips as he watched. He asked the second question as the lights lowered.

"Question 2: In what country is the city of Sydney?"

"Down Under in Australia, mate!" the cheeger said in a faux-accent.

"Correct!" the host said. He nodded as the lights flashed and another dose of the chemicals were administered to the squirming, mostly male cheeger strapped into the hospital bed.

The small white towel rose higher as Skibum grew more excited. The chemicals were working quickly, and before long his length was throbbing noticeably under the white cloth, making the whole piece rise up and down. It began to fall as the cheeger made small micro-humps with his hips, and eventually drifted down onto the floor, revealing the male's long black erection.

"Question 3," the host began. "What system of measurement is used in Great Britain?"

"Enlgish system, though the Metric is used worldwide!" the cheeger said.

"Correct!"

Skibum groaned a little as the next dose dripped down the IV into his arm. His nipples were definitely puffed up now. He was flicking his ears and letting his tail drift back and forth against the side of the bed as he felt the chemicals running through his body.

The mounds on his chest continued to grow in perky little B-cups. The cheeger grinned lewdly at the host and shook his chest a little.

"Whaddya think, stud?" the feline asked, trying to bait the horse.

The palomino ignored Skibum and instead read the next question. He noticed despite himself that the cat's sheath was bulging up very thickly at the base, though his cock had not grown any longer or thicker besides that.

"Question 4: What is the device called that is used to ferry people up mountains so that they can slide down them on long pieces of wood strapped to their feet?"

"A chairlift, gondola, cable car, tram, or cogwheel train are all such things," the smart ass contestant replied.

"Correct!"

The sixth dose really started to get Skibum's balls rolling, both literally and figuratively. His plump sac began to swell along with the growing lump inside of his sheath. The cheeger's striped and spotted legs twitched as he curled his toes in and out again, feeling a pressure between his thighs, under his balls.

The feline's muzzle dropped into a huge grin as shi felt the first few drops soak into hir fur. Hir tail lashed back and forth excitedly and shi squirmed, squeezing hir large and thick thighs together.

A few moans escaped hir lips as shi leaned hir head back.

"Guess I need to practice my kegels now," shi grunted. "Or I can practice on you..." Shi grinned at the host - who was obviously not amused.

"Question 5," the large horse said, frowning slightly. "Finish this music lyric: Another one bites the..."

Skibum squirmed as shi answered, obviously trying to quell the urges growing in hir crotch.

"Bites the... dir... no! Dust!"

"Correct!"

Another dose was administered and the effects were quickly made clear. The bulge in the cheeger's fuzzy white sheath was really stretching out the flesh now, causing it to open up around the length protruding from it. The feline squirmed and groaned as the pressure kept growing.

Finally, the cheeger let out a long moan. A second shaft pushed out of the sheath, unfurling from inside where it had come in growing over on itself, accounting for the large bulge. Hir sheath snapped tight around the twin cocks, though it was quite stretched out. The second feline shaft grew in quickly until it reached the same height and girth as the first.

Skibum gasped as shi felt both thicknesses throbbing against each other. The second lay on top of the first, though shi could tell it would be easy to pull it to a side if necessary. Hir sheath felt wonderfully stretched and shi grunted as two thick dribbles of pre-cum began to splurt over hir white stomach.

The cheeger flexed hir cocks and squeezed hir thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the lust growing inside hir, but all shi managed to do was squirt pre-cum a bit higher up hir smooth, narrow belly. The insides of hir thighs were getting quite sticky and shi panted, letting hir head fall back as hir growing chest inflated and deflated rapidly.

"Question 6: What Asian country's citizens were the first to be served by door-to-door condom salesmen?"

"I think... well... considering I don't know anything about..."

The cheeger paused and squeezed hir eyes closed as an especially thick burst of pre-cum squirt from the tips of hir shafts, which were already an inch longer than before the palomino had asked the question.

"...other Asian countries... I'll guess... Japan!"

"Correct!"

The cheeger felt like shi was about to go to the best place ever as hir swollen breasts jiggled on hir chest, at least C-cups now. The eight-inch twins jutting from the single stretched-out sheath were pumping out steady amounts of pre-cum. Each was producing far more than a normal single shaft would, but considering the overly-large grapefruit-sized orbs hanging below them, it wasn't too surprising.

Skibum pulled against the restraints attached to hir wrists and ankles, as every contestant was prone to do, and let out a near whine of frustration. Shi was eager to get a paw around each cock and give it a nice, slow stroke, from the thick bases to the aching tips...

Shi blinked, returning to reality as the host finished asking the next question.

"Uh..."

"Your answer?" the host asked.

"Come on, you sexy stud," the contestant said, stalling for time as shi tried to think about what the host had said while shi'd been fantasizing. Something about... Mexico? Aztecs? "Both of my twins could use a little attention right about now - whaddya say?"

The palomino rolled his eyes and swished his tail. "Answer the question, please."

"2012?" the cheeger asked.

The host checked his notes. "Yes! That is the year the Aztecs, originally from parts of Mexico, ended their calendar."

The bell rang and the cheeger was given another dose of the chemicals.

Shi sighed happily and squirmed again, finding hirself constantly pulling at the restraints as hir thick lengths crawled up hir belly, leaving a mess of plastered white fur behind. The bed under hir thighs was dripping with clear feminine honey as hir aching body demanded satisfaction.

Hir overall shape hadn't changed too much. Hir body was still narrow, lithe, and taut, despite the growing mounds on hir chest. Hir rump wasn't particularly round, more of a flat, firm shape.

The feline's orange fur rippled over hir sides as shi shivered. Hir thick nipples were poking up firmly and shi leaned hir head down. The flexible tiger discovered shi could just get the tip of hir rough pink tongue to the edges of each teat - enough to tease, but not enough to satisfy, though the audience certainly didn't mind the show.

Each of the feline's large black erections was about two and a half inches thick and ten inches long now. The sheath was starting to stretch again, almost as much as it had when the cat's second shaft had first started forming.

"Question 8," the host asked, wondering how long this cheeger could keep going at the rate shi was spurting and squirting and squirming. "Name a collectible card game based on an anime."

The cheeger's lips quivered as shi tried to form hir answer. "So many animes!" shi gasped. "I gotta... I gotta... I gotta fuck 'em all!"

Hir backside arced and twin ropes of thick pre-cum lanced out towards the audience, falling with a splatter onto the black stage floor several feet away from the twitching feline.

"Pokemon! Yu-Gi-Oh! Diiigiiimoooon!"

"Correct!"

The tiger-cheetah hybrid's whole body was still recognizable from before thanks especially to hir striking pattern of stripes and the spots on hir sides and muzzle. Shi licked hir lips as hir lengths grew so large and heavy they were forced to lower from weight alone, until they pointed only nominally upwards. With the two shafts sticking out from hir hips like that, the cameras made sure to get plenty of profile shots. The feline's naturally lithe, slim body - now enhanced with additional curviness - made hir thicknesses look even more appealing.

Shi leaned hir head down again and found hir nipples were much easier to reach. Hir slender neck stretched as shi managed to get hir tongue around each fat black nub in turn, though it only increased hir desire even more. Shi thrust hir hips uselessly, almost angrily fucking the air in front of hir restrained body.

The host almost laughed. No way was some hyper-sexed little feline like this going to cause him problems. He flashed a smile at the producer and gave him the thumbs up sign, indicating he was already going to start asking the super simple questions.

"Question 9: What's 12 plus 4?"

The cheeger moaned loudly as shi tried to think, but the first thing shi said was definitely not hir answer. "C'mon, stud - stick that thumb somewhere useful!"

The host quickly dropped his arm to his side and frowned. "Your answer, Skibum?"

"Sssssseeeeexteen!" the cheeger hissed.

The horse host nodded. "Correct!"

He apparently missed the mispronunciation.

The bell rang and the eleventh dose of the night was administered. The cheeger's thick white pelt rippled again as shi shivered from brown ears to white toes, and hir heavy chest jiggled back and forth, now reaching past D-cup range and into larger territory yet.

Between questions, the hybrid feline busied hir tongue with hir aching nipples, swamping the bare flesh and surrounding fur with warm saliva. One and the other, back and forth. Hir cocks bucked, the twin foot-longs shooting bursts of pre-cum in thick arcs across the studio floor. Between hir legs, shi could feel the heat of hir aching pussy, lips sliding over each other as shi squeezed hir powerful legs together.

"Question 10: What's 6 times 2?"

The cheeger let out a sudden yowl. Skibum's hips lifted off the bed as far as hir restraints would allow and two massive jets of cum sprayed from the feline's oversized shafts. More thick cum followed, jet after jet of the gooey stuff, as shi came without even touching hirself - a first on the show. Hir large balls, each at least as big as hir head at this point, swung against hir thighs with audible smacks as shi bucked forward.

More thick blasts of cum sprayed out, painting the floor white, but hir erections didn't diminish.

The horse was about to signal for the buzzer to ring, but the cheeger again interrupted him.

"Sssssex times two is tweeeelve!" shi screeched, eyes shut tight as hir cocks kept spurting and spluttering, though the jets were now mostly landing on hir legs and feet and pooling at the bottom of the bed.

"That's... correct!" the host said, a bit surprised.

The twelfth dose entered the over-stacked, well-hung feline's body and shi slumped back, breathing heavily.

"Oh gawwwd," shi moaned, head tipped back. Shi licked hir lips and and lifted hir had back quickly though, so shi could eye the stallion in the suit. "C'mon, stud... I'm ready for round two!"

The palomino took a step back, eyes wide. He snorted and pulled out the next card, never one to refuse a challenge. He was hired because he's a cool guy who doesn't afraid of anything. <---- MEME

"Question 11: What twelve divided by two?"

The cheeger's eyes flashed at the stallion. "You. Now. On my two cocks!" shi said, nearly snarling as lust continued to rise in hir, despite the massive cum-shot shi'd provided for the cameras a few moments before. "We're gonna six it up!"

The stallion took another step back as a solitary doubt crept into his brain. He could handle the feline... couldn't he?

"That's... correct!" he said finally, nearly missing the answer in between all the tiger's buns. <--- BAD JOKE

The next dose really started to fry the cheeger's brain, though. The short circuiting was visible on hir face as hir eyes glazed over. Hir ears went still as shi breathed heavily, constantly moaning.

Thick white cum oozed from those two fifteen-inch lengths now. Were shi unrestrained, shi'd be able to slide those dripping heads across hir nipples - they were more than long enough. As it was,hir heaving breasts had added another cup size. They hung out over hir belly, the bottoms nearly to hir belly button. Despite looking a bit out of place on hir lithe, slim shoulders and waist, they were quite attractive.

"Question 12," the horse asked as the cheeger began to rattle hir restraints alarmingly. "What's three plus three?"

Skibum's muzzle slowly rose, like some kind of beast from the stallion's nightmare. His eyes went wide as he stared back into the cheeger's dark, dilated pupils.

"You."

The stallion nearly fell off the stage as he took another step back. He couldn't stop staring... those eyes... those terrible, rapey eyes!

The buzzer sounded at long last. As the cheeger's restraints were unlocked, the palomino's heart began to beat faster and faster. His legs felt like they were sinking into quicksand. He couldn't move, could barely breathe, as he watched that over-hung predator stalk towards him...

An angry buzz sounded in his ear-piece, jolting the stallion from his stupor. He began to quickly walk around the outside of the circular stage, away from the stalking feline.

"Well, that's it for Skibum!" he said between pants. He was having to trot now. "Let's give hir a big hand!"

The crowd didn't make a noise as they watched. It was like something out of National Geographic - the feline dropped to all fours, crouching low, and then exploded into a jump, using hir strong legs to propel hir straight at the startled stallion. The cheeger's twin shafts left streams of cum along the floor as shi floated through the air - in the stallion's eyes, it was all happening in slow motion.

He turned around and tried to get off stage, but the cheeger's claws shredded his pants before he could get more than a step.

He felt those claws again as shi jumped onto his back - he was much taller than the feline, after all.

Skibum's loud growls were matched by the horse's whinny of surprise as the lower of the feline's lengths slammed home, making the stallion stagger and nearly drop to his knees. He was about to reach back and try to dislodge the feline, whose muzzle was now firmly pressing one of his distressed ears, but a funny look crossed his face.

From between the remains of his trousers, his horse-hood began to rise.

The cameras faded as he nickered again, a huge smile crossing his long muzzle as the feline's paws ran around his chest, tearing his shirt and jacket so shi could get hir paw pads across his muscular chest. Hir tongue was deep in his ear and both of hir legs squeezed tightly around his waist as shi clung to him tightly, hips pumping hard. Hir second shaft rubbed up his backside, between his back and hir belly.

Big and buff he may be... but how could he resist a pair of cocks like that? He felt like such a cliché as he pushed his hips back against the feline. Skibum just purred - shi knew all along.

A new host was standing on the stage when the lights came back on and the cameras fired up. He was a small husky with dark gray fur on most of his body. He held the microphone easily and confidently announced the start of the next game and its contestants.

"Yes, folks, we've got a special treat for you here tonight!" the host said, wagging his curly white tail behind him. "Will Semtex and Tiger Demon please come on down!"

The new host wasn't nervous, because he knew the facts of this new game. Still, being a host hadn't turned out too badly for the host - the palomino had cleaned the contestant up, dressed hir, and taken hir out to a fancy restaurant to get properly acquainted, though he'd had to promise to skip desert so he could take hir back to his place sooner.

A tall, thin dragon made his way down the stairs. From a few seats back, a tiger stood up as well.

The dragon wore only a ragged white loincloth. His exposed chest and belly were highly defined, with light green scales overlapping across his body. A thick neck held a pointed snout. The smooth ridge of his forehead led to the end of his nose, which curled over into a point above his lower lip.

Dark green scales lined his eyes, the middle of his snout and the line of his jaw. Two white horns stuck out from his head, between two fin-like ears. The horns pointed backwards and curved only slightly upwards.

The tiger was a bit taller than the dragon and heavier set. Shi wore a tight t-shirt with the dates and locations of a band tour printed on it. It wrapped around hir chest nicely and ended above hir bellybutton.

The rump-hugging jeans shi wore did little to disguise the ample curves of hir bottom - or hir front. A suspicious bulge stretched lightly against the jeans as shi walked behind the dragon.

The two contestants made their way onto the stage and stood to the right of the host.

"Normally, as you know, we only have one contestant on stage at a time, but our top scientists came up with something we wanted to try out," the husky explained. He stepped backwards, away from the two contestants, outside of a white-lined square the dragon and husky stood in.

They looked up as a large plexiglass box was lowered over them. It lined up with the white stripe on the floor. About ten by ten by twelve, it wasn't the roomiest of boxes. The clear plexiglass allowed a good view inside. On top of the box, a large sealed container of the pink transformational chemicals, probably thirty or forty gallons worth, was attached to a blinking silver machine, which in turn was attached by a host to a one-way port in the center of the ceiling of the cube. This was obviously the delivery system, but how would it work?

The dragon and tiger exchanged glances.

"Our scientists discovered a way to make our Patented Transformational Chemicals airborne," the husky said happily. "And we're please to introduce The Hypercage! The chemicals will be pumped slowly into The Hypercage for as long as our contestants are able to answer questions."

The host paused and grinned. "I'd suggest not performing a sixty-nine while you attempt to answer questions."

"Now, contestants," the host said, "please strip down and put your clothes through the slot next to me." The husky motioned to a small plastic flap that could be locked from the outside.

The dragon's lower midsection was similar to his upper half. Smooth green scales covered his body, and a dark green slit centered above his thighs.

The tiger's breasts hung nicely off hir chest, about C-cup in size. Hir waist narrowed nicely, running into a broad set of hips. Between hir legs, a thick male sheath hung, complete with a pair of fuzzy balls.

The tiger and dragon grinned at each other once they'd stuffed their clothes through. They quickly set about examining their different bodies.

"Now... let's bring out... The Wheel!"

The Wheel came out and was lined up so the audience and contestants could see it.

"Will you spin, Semtex? Tiger Demon?"

The dragon looked over at his fellow contestant. "What do you say, tiger?"

Tiger Demon grinned. "You go first, Semtex."

"Sure thing!"

The audience cheered, as they'd been rooting for The Wheel.

"Okay, Semtex, please place your palm against the plastic here," the husky said, motioning to a small black pad. "This will take a quick sample of your DNA so that your wheel spin will only affect you."

The dragon did as asked, and the husky took a firm grip on The Wheel. "Here we go!"

1. Nippledick Nightmare
2. Prehensile Penis
3. Contestant's Choice
4. Drunkard's Decision
5. Tailtrocity
6. Two at Random
7. Muscle Madness
8. Fountain of Lust
9. Stretchy Size Queen
10. Tentacle Terrors

"Tentacle Terrors!" the husky announced.

There was a general "Oooh" of anticipation from the audience. This could be interesting...

The husky nodded at Tiger Demon. "Please put your palm against the window."

Once shi'd done so, he took hold of The Wheel. "Ready? Let's spin!"

1. Nippledick Nightmare
2. Prehensile Penis
3. Contestant's Choice
4. Drunkard's Decision
5. Tailtrocity
6. Two at Random
7. Muscle Madness
8. Fountain of Lust
9. Stretchy Size Queen

"Tailtrocity!"

Again the audience "Oohed," but this time there was a hint of trepidation. Tailtrocity? What would that entail?

The host stepped back as The Wheel moved offstage.

"Let's play... Questionable Content!"

As the applause for the two trapped, naked contestants died down, the host readied the first question.

"Remember, either of you can answer any question to keep the flow of chemicals going. There's no doses - just a steady flow," he said. "Ready? Question 1: What is the capital of Hawaii?"

Tiger Demon answered first. "Honolulu," shi said, glancing over at the dragon.

There was a gentle hiss as the tube attached to the box's ceiling released a pink mist.

The tiger moved to one corner of the box. "If we want to last longer, we have to agree to no touching," shi explained.

The dragon nodded. "Make sense," Semtex said, though he wasn't quite sure whether he could live up to the pact after too many questions.

To be honest, the tiger was even less sure.

They both stiffened as a gradual warmth seeped through their bodies, warming them. The dragon huffed as two black malenesses slipped from between the dark green slit. They drooped out one above the other. The dragon grinned at the tiger and shrugged - he couldn't help get a little excited, could he?

"Question 2: Who is the current Prime Minister of Russia, where a guy with $54,000 in the bank and far too much time on his hands lives?" <-- TROLL JOKE

Tiger Demon answered. "Vladimir Putin," shi said, tail slowly weaving back and forth as shi leaned into the corner of the small cube.

"Correct!"

More of the pink gas continued to flow into the room. Tiger Demon could feel hir nipples swell up a little and shi ran hir palms across hir breasts, smoothing out the fur covering hir chest. Shi was getting excited too - hir eight-inch shaft was steadily pushing from hir sheath as shi inhaled deeply.

The dragon's erections were firming up already. He slid down, back to the plexiglass, until he was sitting on his rump with his long green tail pushing out between his knees. He sighed and leaned back as a few pleasurable urges ran up his twin lengths.

"Question 3: What species of animal does Danath use as an avatar?"

Semtex shouted the answer immediately. "Tiger!"

"Correct!" the husky host said, smiling. He liked this game - both contestants were safely behind all that plexiglass, so he felt free to watch and ogle.

The fin running like a mohawk down the back of Semtex's head and neck folded up and then flared out again as he breathed heavily, feeling those urges grow as the warmth spread through him. He was fully erect now, both shafts hard and firm. He pressed his fingers into his thighs and glanced at the tiger in the other corner.

"We can touch ourselves though, right?"

The tiger nodded. "I hope so!"

The husky knocked on the plexiglass.

"Did I forget to mention that the chemicals will cause you to feel very little from touching yourselves?" he asked. "Our scientists were very proud of being able to figure out how to engineer that temporary inhibitor."

The tiger stared at the husky and growled. "That's not fair!"

But even as shi complained, a paw was already wrapping around hir thick maleness, giving it several firm strokes to test the veracity of the husky's claim.

It was true - it felt like shi was wearing four or five condoms when shi touched hirself. No sensations reached hir brain at all.

The inhibitor worked just as well on the dragon, who was stroking a cock in each soft-scaled hand. He looked up in frustration. There was friction, but only enough to tease, not enough to satisfy.

They glanced at each other and then guiltily looked away, both having the same lustful thoughts as they realized their only options for eventual release lay in each other. The tiger leaned back against the plexiglass more heavily, paw firmly working over hir thickening length as it hardened completely. The other paw teased hir nipples, but it was like shi was touching another person's breasts - shi just couldn't feel anything.

"Question 4," the husky continued, after watching them try to pleasure themselves without luck, "Finish this song lyric: Your momma don't dance and your daddy don't..."

Semtex growled and leaned back. "Mmmmmmff... I just wanna fuck someone!" he said, eyes drifting over to Tiger Demon. He licked his lips, ignoring the question.

"Oh, God, it hurts so much!" the tiger in the other corner cried out. "I just wanna cum so bad! But... rock 'n roll!"

"Yes!" the husky said happily. He liked watching the two squirm and eye each other - much better than getting eyed himself.

More of the gas crowded into the airtight cube. Both occupants shivered and moaned; the tiger began trying to shove fingers between hir legs, but despite the warmth and wetness shi found shi could give hirself no pleasure whatsoever. Shi stared at the dragon and licked hir lower lips suggestively, thinking that maybe the pact wasn't such a good idea...

The dragon's lengths were throbbing heavily, but he was more curious about his chest. Two dark green nipples had formed on his chest and, below them, two small A-cup breasts.

The tiger noticed this and growled hotly, licking hir lips again as shi pondered how they would taste between hir lips. Semtex glanced up at hir and grinned lewdly as he slid his fingers up to pinch and squeeze his new teats.

"Question 5: Name a species of freshwater fish."

"Salmon!" shouted Semtex boldly. <---- FONT JOKE

"Carp!" Tiger Demon said, moaning loudly after as shi fit another finger between hir aching pussy lips, though it did no good at all.

The insides of the tiger's thighs were quite wet now. Hir thick erection was bristling with smooth barbs at the tip. The nine-inch length throbbed, leaking precum.

Tiger Demon suddenly stood up straight and stopped leaning against the plexiglass. Shi let out a short yowl and looked behind hir.

Above the large curve of hir ample rump, a second tail was forming. It started small, but the striped fur grew quickly. Within a few minutes, shi'd have a second fully-grown tail, just like the first.

As shi watched, shi moaned loudly. By the time the second tail was half grown, the third was coming in.

The dragon was having his own issues. Between his legs, he could feel the pressure build until it burst, and he cried out lustfully.

Semtex spread hir legs and looked down, giving not just himself but the cameras a good look at the dark green slit housing his new feminine equipment, below his thick male members.

"Question 6," the husky said from outside the cube, happy to be completely safe and in no danger whatsoever of getting grabbed by either contestant. <--- I AM THE MASTER OF FORESHADOWING. FEAR ME.

"Question 6," he repeated, momentarily distracted by the sight of the dragon slipping fingers in between hir sticky female slit. "Where is the amusement park known as Coney Island located?"

"New York... Brooklyn!"

Tiger Demon had gasped out the answer as shi momentarily looked away from the growing tails sprouting from hir lower backside.

Hir gaze turned from the husky outside the cube to the dragon inside it. Hir muzzle dropped at what shi saw.

Semtex had rolled onto hir belly. Hir hips were up in the air, rump facing the dragon, legs spread widely, and hir fingers were lustily sliding in and out of hir exposed female slit. The lips had puffed out, red and exposed, as shi tried to pleasure hirself. Hir other paw was wrapped around one of hir two thick shafts. Hir chest was pressed into the ground, so that one of hir new nipples rubbed across the smooth floor.

The tiger shuddered, cock jerking at the sight. Shi had to resist... had to stay strong... had to answer more questions!

Shi found hirself lashing hir five tails rapidly back and forth in unison as the husky host asked the next question. The inside of the cube was starting to fill with the gas, turning the air a light pink.

"Question 7: What musician's song includes these lyrics: Oh oh oh oh ooooh, oh oh oh oh oh. Caught in a bad romance?"

"Bad Romance?" the dragon asked. "Isn't that by the famous singer-"

"Lady Gaga!" the tiger interrupted.

"Correct!"

The bell rang and more of the gas trickled into the cube. Both occupants were moaning heavily now, and their three combined shafts produced quite a lot of pre-cum.

The tiger dared a glance at hir backside. Hir eyes went wide as shi stretched a dozen thick tiger-tails out from hir body. They were bunched up at their bases, so much so that shi couldn't quite see a singular tail until they stretched apart almost a foot away from hir rump. Shi found it easy to control each prehensile appendage individually. They were longer than hir original tail, and the fur coating them was thicker as well, giving them a fluffier appearance.

Semtex didn't notice the tiger's mass of squirming, flexing tails; shi was too busy squirming and flexing hir fingers inside hir aching pussy. Despite hir attempts, however, the inhibitor held strong. The dragon only succeeded in causing a rich flow of clear fluid to drip down hir hand and onto the floor between hir spread legs. The twin, sheathless cocks rubbed against the floor, both spurting thickly as the dragon rolled hir hips, humping back against hir fingers.

Small black bumps formed along the dragon's back as shi flexed and thrust. Almost nipple-like in appearance, there were six of them in two rows of three to either side of hir curving spine, between hir shoulder blades and lower back.

As the dragon moaned and humped, the nipple-like bumps expanded to about three inches in width each. They began to extend, almost as if growing erect. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed, the black lengths wriggled out of the dragon's smooth, curved back.

The tiger was watching, but focusing more on the dragon's juice-covered fingers as it slipped back and forth between hir legs. Hir cock felt so hard... the tiger gritted hir teeth as hir heavy balls swelled in size, until shi had two softballs hanging from hir sheath. They felt about as heavy as softballs, too.

Tiger Demon found hirself using hir tails to slide over hir growing erection, which was at least a foot long by now. Hir heavy breasts were similarly teased and stroked, though shi felt little through the inhibitor. Still, it felt good using hir tails like that. The eight other lengths weaved about behind hir, seeking something to do besides slide against the plexiglass.

"Question 8: Name the body of water that borders the southern United States, from the east coast of Texas to Florida."

"Guuuh... I just want something to fill my grand canyon!" the dragon moaned, obviously not intending hir statement to be the answer to the question.

"Gulf of Mexico," Tiger Demon gasped, coming to the rescue.

The tiger sunk to hir knees as twelve identical tingles ran through hir body. All twelve tail tips began to twitch and spasm as shi fell onto hir elbows with a shuddering moan of pure lust.

Rising into the air in one wriggling mass, hir twelve tails swayed back and forth, wriggling madly. At the tip of each thick tail, a barbed tiger-cock appeared.

Each was at least two inches thick, narrower somewhat than the fluffy striped fur surrounding the lengths. They began to drip, leaking white fluid and flinging it around the stage, splattering the plexiglass in the corner. The tiger howled with lust as shi began to crawl over to the dragon, unable to resist anymore.

The dragon didn't notice hir coming. Shi was still nearly wrist deep inside hir own pussy. Hir fourteen-inch twin erections were spraying thick pre-cum across the stage floor as shi leaned hir chest down onto a pair of C-cup breasts, flattening the aching nipples against the smooth, cold stage.

The six black spots on hir back didn't just grow straight out as the dragon moaned and writhed, hips swaying. They began to twist and flex, moving almost as though they had minds of their own. Two of the tentacles appeared to notice the approaching tiger and alerted the other four. Soon all six were pulling towards the approaching feline, each at least six feet long and three inches thick. The middle two tentacles had strange, suction-like cups on their tips; two had pointed, ridged ends; and the last two had bulbous, rounded tips at least two inches thicker than the rest of the tentacles.

"Question 9," the host continued, almost laughing as he saw the tiger's eighteen-inch cock arc into the air, splattering the back of the dragon's rump with pre-cum. "What are the first two digits of pi after the point?"

"One... foooooooooooour!"

The dragon's voice rose significantly in pitch and volume as the tiger reached him. Tiger Demon yanked the dragon's hand out of hir gaping feminine slit and jammed hir hips forward, sinking most of hir thick tiger-cock into the dragon with a thunderous moan.

The dragon's whole body stiffed, but hir semi-sentient tentacles didn't hesitate. The two suction-cupped lengths went to the tiger's nipples and began to pulse heavily around them, making the tiger growl hotly and buck forward even more heavily in response. One of the bulbous tentacles dived down between hir legs and hir eyes went wide when shi felt it slip between the lips of hir aching pussy. One of the ridged tentacles reached behind hir as well, squeezing amongst hir mass of tails until it could reach beneath them, and tease at the entrance to hir tail hole.

One of the bulbous tentacles rose upwards, past hir heavy DD-cup breasts, and began to tease at hir lips. Shi swatted it away, remembering the need to answer questions.

Below hir, the dragon was squirming and moaning madly at that massive cock being jammed into hir body. Shi could feel all of the tiger's barbs scraping along hir inner wall - each of those smooth nubs was causing incredible amounts of pleasure to surge through hir whole figure.

Tiger Demon's tails began to slide over Semtex's backside. It wasn't sliding as much as swarming, as they weaved through the tentacles and wrapped around the dragon's legs, arms, and chest. Several of the tails slid against the sides of hir muzzle, smearing the tiger's tail-cum over the dragon's smooth scales.

"Question 10: What's 42 minus 28?"

"Six... sixteen!" the dragon cried out. Shi may have been thinking instead of how many inches of the tiger's cock were currently shoved up hir backside, not the answer to the question.

Almost immediately, the buzzer sounded.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the husky said, but the contestants couldn't hear him.

The pink mist gradually stopped flowing. As it did, the last few sprays were the solution to the inhibitor that had prevented the two from pleasuring themselves.

It worked quickly. Semtex's fingers clenched suddenly around one of hir aching, fourteen inch cocks as thick pre-cum spurt over the undersides of hir D-cup breasts. All the pleasure and sensations returned in a rush, making hir cry out and buck back against the thrusting tiger behind.

The tiger's long tails continued to wrap around the dragon, even as vacuums kicked in to quickly scrub the air free of chemicals.

Hir striped bottom was alterately pushing down and backing up as one of the dragon's ridged tentacles worked their way deeper and deeper inside hir tailhole, stretching hir pleasurably until shi thought hir prostate would burst.

The tiger's hips pumped forward. Every time, shi sunk nearly twenty inches of thick tigerness into the dragon's new pussy, making the scaled formerly male reptile cry out and writhe against hir and the mass of tail cocks rubbing against nearly every exposed inch of hir scaled body.

The tentacle teasing the dragon's lips drifted away, instead turning towards the host, where it was quickly joined by the other free tentacle and almost half of the tiger's tails.

The husky hadn't noticed the box begin to rise off the stage, not realizing that it would be removed so quickly. He had his back to the two, so that the cameras could catch them over his shoulder.

"Let's congratulate our players!" he said happily, tail wagging furiously behind him. He was so happy not to have to worry about... uh oh.

The husky suddenly found himself hanging in the air by his tail. The dragon's tentacle had snaked him and lifted him. His paws scrabbled at the smooth plastic as he was dragged towards the writhing mass of tentacles, tits, and tailcocks in the center of the stage. Tiger tails and a second dragon tentacle quickly joined in, helping drag the squealing husky closer. Squirts of fluid splattered in all directions as the tiger turned hir head, seeing the host coming near.

Working together with the dragon, the tiger used hir tails to work into the husky's suit. With little effort, shi stretched them until they tore at the seams. The dragon pulled the husky down onto the stage floor below hir hips.

Tiger Demon's tail-cocks wrapped around the husky's struggling arms and legs as the dragon's twin erections dragged against his rump.

The tiger pumped forward hard at that point, surprising the dragon, who couldn't help but thrust forward as well as pleasure surged through hir.

Somehow both of the dragon's sixteen-inch cocks squeezed their way roughly into the fortunately fairly stretchable canine. The husky's whine of surprise echoed through the studio until it was abruptly cut off by two thick tailcocks being shoved down his muzzle.

The dragon leaned down heavily, moaning and gasping before shi too was silenced by a pair of tail-cocks. Hir heavy scaled breasts dragged over the husky's back, making hir wriggle delightedly at the feel of additional warm fur sliding against hir smooth scales.

Behind, the tiger's own muzzle was open and drooling, tongue hanging out as shi bucked forward, making hir H-cup breasts flop heavily down onto the dragon's backside. The two suction tentacles attached to hir plump tits were whipped back and forth.

On the bottom of the pile, the husky was quickly obscured from view by tails and tentacles. Soon even the dragon was hidden from view as the tiger's mass of tails wrapped and squeezed everything they could; the dragon's tentacles were busy as well, wrapping and squeezing and writhing amongst all that silky black and orange fur.

The husky's eyes were briefly visible as the camera zoomed in to catch what action could be seen amongst all that prehensile flesh. He was very much regretting signing that contract without reading all the fine print regarding the host's rights regarding contestants once the buzzer had sounded...

Back from break, the new host smiled into the cameras. His smooth rubbery skin looked a little shiny under the lights, but makeup wouldn't stick to the orca very well. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and well-muscled, with a firm and round gut that stretched the front of his suit out noticeably.

"Welcome back!" he said. "Please welcome to the stage... Danath!"

A tiger just a shade over six feet bounded down the stairs. He was wearing a pair of loose blue jeans and a t-shirt with a silly slogan on it.

He grinned at the host as he climbed up on stage.

"Where are you from?" the orca asked. He was taller than the tiger and much broader across the shoulders. He held the microphone towards the feline.

"Northern USA!" the cat said, grinning.

"Great! Now, while you get ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

The tiger swiftly undressed, casting glances at the sexy orca host as he did. Danath had white chest and belly fur that run up under his chin and down between his thighs. Typical black and orange stripes covered the rest of him, except for white tufts on his muzzle, ears, and tail tip.

He had a nice, round rump and a meaty package between his thighs, and his tail was suspiciously long and fuzzy, but overall looked like a fairly normal tiger.

He was strapped in and IV'd up by the time The Wheel was ready.

"Will you spin The Wheel an accept your fate?" the orca asked, resting a heavy hand on one of the pegs.

"Well... let me think about it..." The tiger grinned and swung his long tail back and forth. "Sure, guess I have to, don't I?"

The orca grinned and spun the wheel hard, sending it rattling around.

1. Nippledick Nightmare
2. Prehensile Penis
3. Fan Favorite
4. Host's Decision
5. Two at Random
6. Species Switcheroo Plus One Spin
7. Muscle Madness
8. 2-for-1 Special
9. Fountain of Lust
10. Flash Flood Warning
11. Ribbed for Their Pleasure
12. Maddeningly Minotaur

The Wheel spun and spun, finally landing on... Flash Flood Warning.

The host announced the result, the first two doses were delivered to the grinning tiger, and then it was time for the first question.

"Question 1: What Team did Hannibal Smith lead?"

The tiger's grin broadened as he thought about the question, checking his mental Wikipedia for the answer.

"The A-Team?"

"Correct!" the orca boomed in a deep bass voice.

The lights flashed and the bell rang. A third dose was administered to the tiger, who was already exhibiting the signs familiar to any longtime watchers: shifting hips, perky nipples, towel-covered erection.

As his maleness began to take shape under the thin white towel, his ears flicked back and forth rapidly. He could feel his nipples become more sensitive - even his fur was starting to feel tingly.

"Question 2: What country did the Coneheads claim as home on Saturday Night Live?"

"France," the tiger said.

"Correct," the orca host said.

The tiger groaned a little as the next shot ran through his body. His erection was firming up nicely. He gasped, though, when a thin dribble of pre-cum began to run out of the tip of the still mostly flaccid black shaft.

The tiger's pink nose twitched and he shook his hips a little, encouraging his cock to harden more quickly. Between his legs, he could feel something changing, a bit of pressure. He was distracted by the next question from the very attractive, muscley orca host.

"Question 3: What was the first prime-time cartoon series?"

"The Flintstones," the tiger said, cock twitching as it drooped outwards, hanging at a downwards angle even a it spurt and dripped thick pre-cum.

"Correct!"

A flash of light, the ring of the bell, and the dose of the chemical.

The tiger groaned audibly as his cock swung upwards. The trickle was thickening now. Rhythmic pulses of cum were pumping from the tip. The flow didn't stop, but only grew in intensity. The tiger's tail tip lashed back forth as he leaned back into the bed heavily.

His fuzzy white chest, flat before, was now rounding out. His small black nipples rose slowly into the air as the chemicals ran through him. He blinked, trying to focus, as his cock began to straighten up and lengthen to its full erect state.

"Question 4: What is the Periodic Table abbreviation for Antimony?"

The tiger took a while to respond, as though checking Wikipedia through some wireless link in his brain. Which he'd never do obviously. That would be cheating.

"Sb?"

"Correct!" the orca said, staring at the innocent-looking tiger suspiciously.

The feline's head fell back as shi yowled, feeling the burst of pleasure signifying the arrival of hir new feminine sex. The pussy's pussy was already warm and wet as shi ground hir thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache that quickly overwhelmed all other thoughts for a few moments.

It was with effort the tiger managed to still hir ears and tail and stop yanking hir wrists at the restraints.

Hir cock was hard now, almost ten inches long and quite thick. The urethra was throbbing and bulging out from the underside of the shaft as pulses of warm, thick cum dropped out of the tip. Some of the seed ran down the length, soaking into the tiger's tight sheath; the rest simply fell onto the bottom part of the hospital bed and the floor between hir feet.

Shi moaned and shook hir hips a little, causing the head of hir cock to sway back and forth. The ropes of cum drizzled out in an S-shape as they fell to the floor. Hir tail lashed back and forth to hir side, occasionally wrapping around the handles of the bed under the matress.

Meanwhile, under the stage, the technicians scrambled to set up the emergency pumps that would hopefully stop the entire stage from flooding as the tiger answered more questions correctly.

"Question 5: Can you eat chili burgers in China?"

The tiger gave the orca a strange look, wondering if perhaps the large mammal misunderstood the concept of general knowledge. Still, he tried to answer, figuring he had a fifty-fifty chance.

"Uh... yes?"

"Correct!"

The fresh dose of chemicals erased any lingering thoughts of the question from the tiger's head as shi bucked hir hips, causing dollops of cum to fly up into the air and arc down, splattering across the stage like water balloons would. Hir heavy balls had swollen more quickly than hir shaft; it hung down to mid-thigh, like two big melons stuffed together.

On hir chest, the tiger's B-cups jiggled just a touch under hir long chest fur. Danath's pink tongue lolled out of hir muzzle as shi leaned hir head to the side, panting hard as pleasure ran through hir from toes to ears.

"Question 6," the orca said, adjusting his dark suit around his large frame as he watched the tiger squirm. "What territory is Voltron the defender of?"

The tiger laughed, though as hir chest shook it quickly turned into a long moan. "The... well... everything?"

"Close enough... The Universe," the orca said. His thick tail, black on top and white underneath, lifted into the air before smacking down against the black floor, making a bapping noise with the broad, blunted arrow-shaped end.

The bell rang and the tiger squirmed even more as another dose ran down the IV into hir arm.

Hir heavy breasts swelled rapidly into D-cups, bypassing the C-range completely. Hir thick length, now a foot long and almost six in girth, began to spray a continuous, pulsing stream of seed that was almost an inch thick. It arced from the tip before splattering onto the floor well past hir curling toes.

Shi flexed out hir claws, catching them in the hospital bed again and again as hir hips shook. Between hir legs, hir aching feminine sex was liberally dripping fluids, creating a visible dark stain on the white hospital bed, from just past hir thighs down past hir shivering knees. The Flash Flood Warning shi'd landed on was no joke as hir huge balls grew even larger, extending down to hir knees in a large, firm, completely round pouch. Hir cock, though more than a foot long, looked stubby due to it's thickness.

"Question 7," the orca said, taking a few steps back as the tide of white fluid began to spread outwards from the bottom of the hospital bed. The smell rose into the air, filling the studio with a thick feline musk that made the host's nostrils twitch. "What animated film's characters starred in Disney's series Tail Spin?"

"The Jungle Book," the cat gasped. Hir fat length was thickening even more, mostly due to the broad, bulging urethra. More and more thick cum flowed from the tip of hir shaft. As the stubby length throbbed and jerked, the stream weaved back and forth, like a garden hose spraying water uncontrollably.

"Correct!" the orca said, nodding as the bell rang. He took another step back as the puddle continued to grow.

Stage technicians turned on the pumps then, and managed to stem the fluid from covering more of the stage, though more pumps were rapidly added beneath the stage - even small holes were drilled, with buckets below, in an attempt to drain off the feline's never-ending flow of spooge.

The tiger's chest was hanging heavily now. Hir thick nipples had puffed up considerably, to the point that they were as big as baseballs on the ends of the DD-cup breasts. Shi yowled hotly as two thick streams of milk began to flow from each nipple, dripping down into hir fur, over hir belly, and around hir full, tight sheath.

Danath's tail lashed quickly as shi humped hir hips. Fourteen inches long and eight inches thick, it was starting to pump even thicker bursts of pungent seed now. Between hir legs, a fair river of clear feminine juices were dripping down hir legs to the ankles. Shi was one messy kitty.

"Question 8: Who was the original voice behind Kermit the Frog?"

"Frank Oz... no... wait!" the tiger gasped, hips bucking. Hir large tits jiggled back and forth as the stream of thick cream from the puffed out nipples grew thicker. "Hen... Henson!"

Danath gasped and pulled at the restraints. The tiger's pink tongue hung over the fat black lower lip of hir muzzle as shi panted eagerly. Hir eyes opened widely as shi stared at the orca host. Shi shook hir hips, hoping the large male noticed hir pleasantly plump rump, though it was difficult to see around the nearly 10-inch thick cock that blocked the view of hir waist nearly entirely.

Hir heavy balls were well past hir knees now and twice the size of hir head. The fuzzy white pouch strained and creaked as it tried to keep the flow of cum spurting out the tiger's cock, which appeared short compared to it's thickness.

The urethra was bulging obscenely now, nearly four inches thick by itself, as the shaft passed the sixteen inch mark. Though it was a foot and a half long, it was also a foot thick, making it look very fat and short indeed.

The tiger's heavy breasts shook again as hir massive nipples continued to leak. More thick kitty-cream dribbled from the nips, though the flow was nothing compared to the two-inch wide stream pulsing from the feline's cock.

"Question 9," the orca started. He paused - there was no way the tiger would get another one right. Shi was well past the point of caring about questions, only about getting something inside hir dripping pussy. Something like a nice, thick orca-shaft, perhaps...

"Question 9: What movie muscleman made his directorial debut on HBO's Tales from the Crypt?"

The tiger's muzzle twitched and a few small mewling moans made their way past hir swollen lower lip, but hir rapid thrusting and clenching fists betrayed hir state of mind.

"Free Willy!"

The buzzer sounded and the orca shook his head.

"No, it was actually Arnold Schwarzenegger," the orca said.

He watched as the feline was unstrapped and reached a hand down to finger the bulge in his black dress pants. The scent of the tiger's musk and cum and milk was thick in the air, and it was hard to disregard the effects it was having on his bulky body.

The feline gasped and rolled over, pushing hir thick length down between hir knees, before hiking hir tail. Hir huge balls pushed between hir spread thighs, larger than hir round and full bottom, as shi shoved hir dripping pussy towards the host invitingly.

"What the hell," the host said. "I'm an orca. I can swim."

He tossed the microphone aside and strode across the stage. By the time he'd reached the moaning, writhing tiger, he had his thick length free of his pants. The white tip and black length were already throbbing as he stepped up behind the tiger, who leaned heavily against the bed, hips jutting out lewdly.

"That's all for this episode of Questionable Content!" the host said, sans microphone, as he plunged his hips forward, making the hospital bed shake dangerously. Torrents of cum ran over his feet and out onto the stage, soon dripping over the edges, as the tiger's body lustily pushed back, hot and wet around the orca's own oversized maleness.

"Join us next time!"

The tiger's voice lifted into a squeaking yowl as the orca's hips pistoned back and forth. His large belly, still wrapped in his button-up shirt and suit coat, laid heavily into the smaller herm's curved backside.The end credits began to roll as he gripped hir shoulders, pulling them back so that hir heavy breasts flopped up, nipples spurting thick milk out over the top of the bed and into the audience. Between hir legs, hir cock was spraying gallons a minute as hir aching pussy wrapped around the orca's length.

The credits finish just after the orca did. He reared his shoulders back, hips thrust forward, and came heavily into the groaning feline once he'd gotten himself balls deep. The muscular male added a good amount of orca-cum to the clear fluid constantly spurting out around his shaft.

The last thing recorded by the cameras before they faded out was a huge splatter of cum as the tiger's downwards-pointing cock erupted in orgasm. The stream hit the floor and then bounced into the air. A mushroom-like cloud of cum grew, higher and higher, completely drenching the orca and tiger, before arching out in all directions.

Cum rained down across the entire stage and camera operators quickly tried to pull their equipment back to avoid getting it wet. The smell of cum was overpowering as the white rain continued, until the feed finally faded out amid the groans and grunts of pleasure from the drastically transformed feline.

The microphones picked up the voices of the tiger and orca as the screen faded.

"So... what are you doing later?"

"I'll be giving swimming lessons to felines..."

EPISODE 8

"Please welcome our first contestant of the night... Felekar!"

The host watched the contestant stand and make his way down the stairs. The fox rubbed at his ears and tried to still the nervous flicking of his tail - it was becoming a tic, despite the therapy he'd received while on vacation.

The new contestant was also a fox, similar in size and shape to the host. He grinned as he climbed onto the stage, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. His brown ears swiveled around as he checked out the upright hospital bed waiting near the center of the stage.

"Well, Felekar, welcome to the show!" the host said, holding a microphone towards the fox. "Where are you from?"

"Mountain View, California!" the fox said, white muzzle curving into a grin. "Home of the Google!"

The host nodded sagely. "Yes, we all have much to thank The Great Google for. Now, are you ready to play? Good! Let's begin!"

A stage technician guided Felekar over to the hospital bed, where the red fox stripped down and climbed in. He was strapped down and a small white towel was laid across his crotch, hiding the best parts from view. His narrow chest led to a skinny waist. Felekar's large tail hung over the side of the bed, as thick around as he was in the middle. It narrowed at the tip, which was colored white, contrasting with his brown-socked paws and feet.

"While Felekar gets ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!" the host said.

The large vertical wheel came on stage on four rolling wheels and was parked next to the host. He motioned at it several times as he explained.

"Our contestant can choose to spin The Wheel and accept his fate," he said. "If he does, he'll receive two free doses of our patented transformational chemicals. What'll it be, Felekar?"

THE WHEEL: 1. Nippledick Nightmare 2. Prehensile Penis 3. Fan Favorite 4. Host's Decision 5. Two at Random 6. Species Switcheroo Plus One Spin 7. Muscle Madness 8. 2-for-1 Special 9. Fountain of Lust 10. Ribbed for Their Pleasure 11. Maddeningly Minotaur 12. More Mammaries 13. Green Thumb

The fox didn't hesitate. "Spin it up!"

The host nodded and gave The Wheel a fierce spin, watching as the pegs smacked against the rubber stopper at the top, gradually slowing it and sounding a pleasing clicking noise throughout the studio. The cameras zoomed in on Felekar's face as he watched The Wheel slow and finally land on...

"Two at Random!" the host called out, to applause from the audience. "This means our contestant will spin The Wheel twice more!"

The first extra spin went quickly and landed on "Maddeningly Minotaur." The host didn't wait before sending it around a second time.

"Two-for-one Special!" the host said. "That means our contestant will receive two doses for every one he would normally get!"

Felekar looked a little worried when The Wheel was spun again, but tried to relax as he felt the first doses entering his arm through the IV. A stage technician and nurse came out, however, and attached a second IV to his other arm as well. The fox could see the fluid dripping down both tubes, and soon a delicious warmth spread throughout his chest, meeting in the center as four doses were delivered, instead of the normal two.

The host watched for a moment, gulping nervously. His tail twitched again and he closed his eyes, trying to relax before he read the first question.

"Question 1: Finish this music lyric from a song by the band 'Queen:' I was born to..."

Felekar squirmed a little as he felt those four simultaneous doses flood his system. Already he could feel his fur standing on end and his heart rate increase.

"Love you!" he said, thinking quickly. "I hope all that time practicing orgasm denial helps me here..."

"Correct!" the host said. The lights flashed and the music blared as two doses were administered, one in each arm, to the fox.

Felekar let out a moan. Six doses in and the changes were already visible, despite having been asked only one question.

The fox's erection tented the white towel, visibly throbbing as he squirmed his hips around. The pleasure was intense and made him moan. Felekar gasped when he felt his balls swell noticeably. The large spheres pulled at the towel, dragging it back to reveal several inches of thick red fox-cock.

Felekar shuddered again as he stretched out his legs. They felt strange somehow, like they weren't long enough for his skin. His red fur rippled and gradually darkened as he kicked his ankles out against the restraints that bound him to the upright bed.

He tried to hum along to the music to keep himself focused, but it helped little as his red fur turned a glossy black sheen from his hips down, from just under his sheath to the tips of his toes.

"Question 2: Name any Canadian singer."

Felekar squirmed his hips back and forth as he answered.

"Um... Dave Babcock? No, wait... a singer... Oh! George Evans!"

"Correct!" the host said. The lights flashed again as two more doses were delivered, bringing the fox's total up to ten.

Felekar gasped as he felt his cock surge forward, growing several inches the space of a few minutes. It thickened considerably as well, and already his knot was forming at the base.

The fox's white chest fur rose into the air as he took a deep breath, but then it kept rising, swelling outwards into two large, firm breasts. His light pink nipples poked out through his long chest ruff as he gasped, feeling the sensitive nubs firming up.

"My damn neighbor had him going for a week," Felekar moaned, trying to focus on the question and not the strange pressure building between his black-furred thighs.

The fox's plantigrade legs cracked suddenly and he lout out a howl as his toes fused together. Thick black hair grew over his ankles, partly disguising the changes, but cameras zoomed in close to get a view. Glossy black kerotin formed under the hair, replacing the bones and fur on the fox's feet.

The sound of bull hooves stomping on the black tiles of the stage echoes throughout the studio as the fox bucked at his restraints, causing his large erection to smack back against his white belly.

Felekar's chest continued to grow all the while, increasing in size rapidly. Soon his small pink nipples were the size of half-dollars on his C-cup breasts. He huffed pleasurably as his thickening erection pressed up between them slowly, the pointed tip drooling sticky white pre-cum.

The towel, long since fallen to the floor, began to soak up drops of the fluid as they ran down the pink length, then over the white fur of his baseball-sized testicles.

Felekar ground his black-furred thighs together meaningfully now, moaning as the pressure increased. On his head, two small black points emerged from between his ears, glinting under the bright lights illuminating his squirming body. He opened his eyes broadly, staring upwards, as pleasure coursed through him, gasping at the effects of the dual-doses running roughshod through him.

"Question 3," the host began, glancing nervously as the fox's new legs began to stomp again, powerfully booming against the stage floor. "What is the name of the game commonly referred to as 'Japanese chess?'"

The fox clearly struggled to think and panted heavily.

"Ahh... is it Sho...gi?"

"Correct!" the host said loudly, as the ninth and tenth doses were fed into the fox's wriggling body through the IV in each arm.

Felekar moaned lustily as hir new feminine sex spread open between hir thighs. Shi could feel those sensitive nerve endings firing rapidly as arousal coursed through hir, and shi bucked hir hips outwards again, sending thick drops of pre-cum flying from the tip of hir cock.

The fox's lower half was decidedly bull-like in features, and as the fox leaned hir head up to watch, shi saw it spread slightly higher, until hir sheath was half black and half white. Hir aching balls began to drop lower, heavier in their sac, and increased dramatically in size. They stretched down, like oranges in a plastic bag, from the weight as they became more like bull-nuts and less like fox-nuts.

Between hir ears, the two black horns were coming in nicely. The sharp points pushed first upwards, then slowly spread to the sides, going in opposite directions from each other after bending cleanly over. Soon the pointed tips were past hir flicking ears. Each horn was about three inches thick at the base and growing quickly.

On hir chest, the fox's heavy nipples pushed outwards lewdly as the large melons wobbled back and forth, well into DD-cup range, a ridiculous size for the fox's slim body. Hir erection laid between them, throbbing meatily; the head extended just past each pink nipple.

The mino-fox's eyes glazed over as he stared at the host. His jaw hung agape, tongue lolling out over his lower lip, as his breath came in long, low gasps and ragged moans. The moans were deeper than one would expect from such a slim fox.

"Question 4," the host said, tail flicking quite nervously now as memories of past contestants flooded his brain. "Which location is closer to a major ocean: Montana or Philadelphia?"

Felekar knew the answer was simple, but the words were so hard.

"Phil... Phila..."

The mino-fox stalled and moaned as shi flexed hir shaft, causing the slightly-curved length to smack against his belly and breasts, as shi'd seen many a stallion do to entertain himself.

"Philadelphia!" he finally gasped.

"Correct!"

Again, the lights and music came up as the next two doses were delivered simultaneously.

Felekar's whole figure was beginning to grow now, though the growth of hir individual parts slowed. Shi added both height and bulk quickly, steadily increasing in height until hir head was past the upper edge of the bed. Hir thighs thickened, growing stronger and more powerful as shi clopped hir hooves down hard again.

Hir thick vulpine shaft was beginning to darken. Though retaining the shape of the fox's pointed, knotted cock, the entire length soon faded into a dark black color as it bobbed over hir white-furred breasts. Hir heavy sac hung down hir thighs, with tufts of black, stringy fur hanging off the bottom.

Hir hips expanded, matching the growth of hir slim waist and chest to accommodate the oversized legs supporting hir as shi leaned against the bed. The horns sprouting from hir head curved again at the tips, so that each sharp point faced forward.

"Question 5: Name any Canadian province."

"Ca... Que... Co... Cucucucu..."

The mino-fox's attempted answer ended in stammers and incoherent babbling as shi bucked heavily forward, pulling at the restraints with larger, more powerful arms and huge bull-legs.

"That's incorrect!"

The buzzer sounded and the host turned towards the camera.

"Let's give Felekar a big round of applause!" he said, smiling.

His smile faded as he heard heavy clopping hooves begin to come towards him, and with a cry he dropped the microphone and sprinted off stage.

The mino-fox looked a bit puzzled and glanced at the camera as shi stroked hir erection with one large paw.

"Don't know what he's all worked up about."

Felekar was grateful for all that orgasm denial training now, despite his momentary lapse that caused him to lose.

The cameras faded as the big mino-fox stood in the center of the stage, finally able to give hir aching cock and wet pussy the attention they deserved, while backstage the producer threatened the host with his contract.

"Please welcome our next contestant... Mr. Nerdy Hippy!"

The host glanced at his notes, then at the control room. That couldn't be the real name.

A skinny cheetah in a red baseball cap made his way down the stairs to the stage. He wore a yellow hoodie with red arms with the Cleveland Cav's logo on the front. His long black and yellow tail drifted over a pair of blue jeans.

He hopped onto the stage next to the host and grinned.

"Welcome to the show, Nerdy - can I call you Nerdy?"

"Yes, you can," the cheetah said, grinning.

"Where are you from, Nerdy?"

"I'm from Cleveland, Ohio," the big cat said. "Go Cavs!"

"Well, let's get ready to play... Questionable Content!"

A stagehand guided the cheetah to the center of the stage, where he undressed and reclined back against the upright hospital bed. He was quickly strapped in as the host brought out The Wheel.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel, Nerdy?" the fox asked. His tail tip twitched again and he thought about what the producer had told him during the break. Leaving the stage was absolutely against the rules of his contract, unless he was dragged off. For not the first time, the fox cursed his agent and the tiny, tiny print.

"I'll accept the fate the wheel deals me," the cheetah said with confidence.

1. Nippledick Nightmare
2. Prehensile Penis
3. Fan Favorite
4. Host's Decision
5. Two at Random
6. Species Switcheroo Plus One Spin
7. Muscle Madness
8. Fountain of Lust
9. Ribbed for Their Pleasure
10. More Mammaries
11. Green Thumb
12. Jelly Jiggler

The fox spun The Wheel; the audience fell silent as they watched it spin, slowing eventually to land on...

"More Mammaries!" the host announced. Better than more cocks, he thought silently.

The first two doses were dripped down the IV into Nerdy's arm as a reward for spinning the wheel. His white chest fur fluffed up as he took in a breath, excitement growing as he felt the warmth spread across his chest from his arm.

"Question 1," the host said, launching right into it. "Name one of the musicians or bands featured in Fallout 3."

"Uh oh... I never played Fallout," the cheetah said, squirming a little under the bright lights. Already his black nipples were growing firm, poking from his white chest fur.

The host patiently waited for the contestant to Wikipedia the answer and watched with interest as a second pair of nipples pushed from the cheetah's chest, a bit lower from the first set, above the end of his ribcage.

"Yes, that's correct!" the host said, imagining he heard the answer.

The bell rang hesitantly and the host finally moved on to the next question.

"The powers of Google are weak in this one," the fox muttered, pulling out the next question.

"Question 2: What's the capital of Kansas?"

Nerdy grunted a little as the white towel laying across his crotch began to tent outwards. A third pair of nipples poked from from his white belly fur, black and round as the rest.

"Topeka?" the cheetah said questioningly.

"Correct!"

Again the bell rang and the next dose was administered. The big feline groaned a bit as he felt his chest begin to swell. Six bumps formed beneath six black nipples; soon a fourth pair was visible, lagging behind the other three pairs. This last set was quite low on his belly, just above his bellybutton.

As the studio's warm air swirled around his new nipples, the cheetah gasped, feeling his sensitive nubs teased by the currents. He pulled his wrists forward, but could only tug uselessly at the restraints as his new breasts formed and grew.

"Question 3: What is the largest American state geographically?"

"Alaska," the cheetah responded nearly instantly.

"Correct!" the host said, surprised at the speed with which the cat shouted his answer.

The fifth dose drained into the feline's yellow and black arm as his tail lashed against the side of the hospital bed. The white towel was lifted outwards and soon fell off, revealing the feline's ebony erection as it flopped forward, drooping over and out. It began to rise quickly, however, as the chemicals rushed through his bloodstream.

Nerdy's eyes dilated as he felt a pressure in-between his thighs and he ground his legs together to alleviate the surge of pleasure, but the friction of his soft fur only increased the feelings.

He let out a low mewl of pleasure and leaned back, hips shivering, as his nipples expanded in size, growing thicker and fuller across his chest, supported by small breasts, ranging from C-cup down to A-cups, from top to bottom.

"Question 4: Name the city that hosted the First Continental Congress."

"Mff... Philadelphia!" the cheetah hissed. His knees locked as a sudden tingle erupted under his testicles; he barely noticed the next dose of chemicals or the flashing lights.

Instead, shi focused on the sensations coming from hir new feminine sex. The lips tingled deliciously, fresh nerves sending pleasure-signals straight to hir brain. Hir muzzle dropped open and a loud purr echoed through the studio.

Nerdy's erection flopped up and back, jerking itself into full arousal as it lay across hir bottom pair of breasts, still tiny at this point. Hir upper two pairs were D- and C-cups, respectively, and none of the four pairs showed any signs of slowing their dramatic growth.

The cheetah's slim body wriggled back and forth, hips shaking, as more subtle changes took effect. Hir waist narrowed a bit, causing hir hips to appear broader and hir breasts to hang heavily.

Shi sighed and leaned hir head back, shivering as hir upper set of breasts began to lay upon the pair below. The third and fourth pairs were too small yet, but shi could feel the new weights pulling at hir body and send pleasurable sensations across hir fluffy white chest fur.

The cheetah's ebony cock crawled higher, throbbing now as it increased in size. It didn't grow by much, and what growth there was was barely noticeable, but soon it was bumping up against hir third-lowest pair of breasts. The chemicals were more interested in hir chest than hir dick, apparently, but still made sure shi was as hard as shi could be.

"Question 5," the host said, watching with wide eyes as those eight firm breasts began growing more quickly. "Name a Mexican state."

"Chihuahua?"

"Correct!"

The bell rang once more and another dose flowed into the cheetah's rapidly growing body.

Hir yellow arms, spotted with traditional cheetah spots, pulled at the restraints hard now as shi gasped. Hir puffy black nipples were thicker and longer than before, growing larger than they ought to considering the overall size of each pair of breasts.

Shi moaned lustily and humped forward a few times, making the mass of breasts jiggle and wiggle side to side. Hir thick black erection contrasted brightly against hir white belly fur as thick white pre-cum dripped from the tip. Hir arousal continued to grow, however, and soon shi was moaning and purring in equal measure, all loudly, with only half an ear turned towards the host to listen for the next question.

"Question 6: Name one of the three Baltic nations, of which Bosnia is not."

The cheetah moaned again, loudly, and struggled to find words.

"Lithuania," Nerdy gasped finally.

Shi thrust forward as shi spoke, sending thick drops of feline pre-cum arcing across the stage floor from hir flopping erection. Hir large testicles swung against hir thighs, above the growing dampness of hir inner thighs.

One of the audience members let out a surprised "Eep!" at the sight of the cheetah's balls flapping against those long, lean thighs.

The host looked for his next question, wondering how much longer the cheetah could last. Hir breasts were larger now, swelling more noticeably as the chemical built up inside hir. Nerdy's chest now contained a pair of DD-cups, D-cups, C-cups, and B-cups, in that order, each a perfectly formed, teardrop breast, capped in an oversized, oversensitive black nipple.

The cheetah's muzzle opened again, emitting a long and low moan of delight as hir swollen cock tip brushed over the nipples of hir third pair of breasts, making hir jerk hir chest to the side. They were very sensitive to touch, and the contestant was glad for the warmth of the studio - cold nipples could mean a short run for the large feline.

"Question 7: At what degree Celsius does water boil?"

The host ducked, avoiding the darts being shot from a wannabe host. Security tackled the villainous fox, but the two burly guards were soon overwhelmed by the wannabe's prehensile cock. At least he'd be busy for a while, too busy to attempt to take over the show.

The cheetah missed the interchange, however, as hir eyes were tightly squeezed shut as pleasure made hir hips shiver and thrust uncontrollably. Hir cock was leaking quickly now, dripping over hir lean legs and splattering onto the stage. It was several inches longer than when shi'd began, but nothing to compare with the size of hir over-ripe melons.

"Eight... eighty?" the cheetah guessed between moans, mind spinning as pleasure wracked hir brain.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the host said.

The buzzer sounded and a technician moved in to release the groaning, thrusting cheetah.

"That's all for Nerdy, let's give hir a big hand!" the fox said, turning to the camera. He edged to the side of the stage, away from the dripping feline, who quickly stood and stalked away from the host.

Nerdy's breasts, each pair now at least a cup size bigger if not more, jiggled as they hung from hir chest, naturally buoyant as they laid on top of each other. Hir thick erection bobbed in the air in front of hir as shi took a short run and jumped off-stage.

Shi pounced the fox who had earlier tried to disrupt the show and was now disrupting the security guards. The red male let out a yip as the cheetah's paws gripped his hips and pulled him strongly backwards.

The cameras filmed the ensuing carnage for several moments, and the host even came over to watch, relieved to have dodged the bullet once more.

"That'll teach the would-be usurpers," the host said, grinning now that the threat was over. He raised an eyebrow. "Wow, now that's impressive..."

The cameras faded to black, leaving Nerdy in the throes of passion just off stage.

The host re-emerged after the commercial break, glad not to have needed one of the spare emergency suits the costume department had procured for him. He smoothed out his head fur and smiled at the cameras - even his tail had stopped twitching. Maybe this would be okay...

"For our next round of Questionable Content, we're bringing out... The Hypercage!"

The cameras panned upwards, showing the large clear box hanging above the stage. White lines on the floor marked where it would lower.

"Two contestants will be chosen," the fox explained. "They'll go into The Hypercage, where an aerosol version of our Patented Transformational Chemicals will be used to affect their changes. Either contestant may answer the questions, until one of them answers incorrectly."

The fox nodded as he checked the computer for the names of the next contestants.

"Please welcome to the stage... Kaori and Frysco!"

A six-foot-five red-feathered phoenix stood and made her way down to the stage first. Kaori's large wings, currently folded behind her backside, were tipped with gold. She opened her beak in a grin as her red eyes glanced up at the cage hanging above the stage.

Behind her, another avian stood up and made his way down the stairs.

The gryphon's upper half was a riot of greens, reds, and yellows. Frysco's neck and head were blue; his chest red; his arms and wings green; the features on the wings a deep red that faded into yellow at the tips. His lower half displayed his rather more staid gray fox heritage. Large brown-ish gray paws padded down the steps as he climbed onto the stage next to Kaori.

The phoenix grinned over at the gryphon, thinking he looked quite cute. She self-consciously adjusted her tight shirt, which wrapped tightly over her powerful arms and belly. The phoenix's 36-18-36 made her one of the curvier contestants to date - even the host grinned with anticipation as he thought about what was going to happen soon.

Frysco, for his part, shuffled a little nervously on his feet and tugged his brown shorts straight. He smoothed the red feathers on his chest as his large blue ears swiveled around.

"Welcome to Questionable Content, Frysco and Kaori! Are you ready to play?"

Kaori stretched luxuriously, demonstrating the lack of a bra beneath her tight shirt. Her already heavy breasts didn't need much enhancement, but she was still eager to get things going.

"Definitely," the phoenix said, gold-rimmed eyes flashing.

"Uh.. sure! Yep!" the multicolored gryphon said. "Just let me get rid of these first!"

He pulled off his shorts and tossed them aside, jumping the gun a bit but obviously comfortable with public nudity.

"Okay, great!" the host said. He motioned to the center of the stage. "Please step inside the lines!"

The phoenix pulled off her shirt and shorts, allowing her stacked chest to hang over her slim waist, revealing fully the bright red feathers covering her body. She stretched out her wings again, briefly pushing them out to their full ten-foot wingspan, before drawing them back in.

She followed Frysco into the square, pausing only to toss her clothes up to a green dragon sitting in the audience.

"Lower the cage!"

The lights flashed and the music swelled as the large plastic box drifted down and settled into place around the two avians. A technician locked it into place against the stage floor as another used a catwalk above the stage to check the atomizer that would deliver the chemicals.

"Will either or both of you spin The Wheel?"

The Wheel was brought out and positioned by The Hypercage. There were several new options designed for two contestants.

The Hypercage Wheel - Make suggestions!

1. Reckless Rubber
2. Two for Taurs
3. Slot Machine Species +1
4. Magnetic Attraction, Messy Merger
5. Big and Tall, Short and Small
6. Melting Pot
7. Temporary CTF
8. Prehensile Peckers
9. Host's Choice

"Well, will you spin The Wheel, Kaori? Frysco?" the fox asked. "Keep in mind some of these options will affect both of you."

The phoenix thought, and then grinned. "As my friend Shadohime said: Go ahead Fate. Do your worst."

Frysco nodded when he heard the phoenix. "Al right, may as well go all-in. We'll both spin!"

"Very good! Frysco, you'll go first. Please put your hand up against the wall here," the host said, motioning to a small black square. "This will allow our scientists to calibrate The Wheel option to affect only you, if necessary."

Frysco nodded and pressed his fingers up against the wall. From the elbow down, his arm was smooth and lightly-scaled. Past the elbow, his feathering started.

The fox pulled The Wheel, sending it spinning once the gryphon was in place.

"Slot Machine Species Plus One!" the host announced. "This option will only affect you, Frysco, but you'll be spinning The Wheel again once we figure out what species you'll be taking after. You'll end up a three-species hybrid."

The host typed into the computer, using the sophisticated machine to randomly choose a species (though really he just hits "Random Page" on Wikifur).

"Kangaroo!" the host announced. "This should be... interesting?"

He quickly spun The Wheel again, to determine Frysco's Plus One.

"Melting Pot!"

The phoenix stepped up next, and made a show of pressing her broad chest up against the plexiglass as she pressed her palm flat against the black square. She glanced at Frysco and grinned hugely.

"Looks like you'll be going a bit down under, mate!" the phoenix said saucily, with a fake accent.

"Well, don't start laughing until you find out what you get!" the gryphon responded, grinning right back.

"Alright, Kaori... let's see what you get!"

The host spun The Wheel. It clicked and clacked around, finally settling on...

"Prehensile Peckers!"

The audience oohed and aahed as the thick pink mist began to flow from the dispenser at the roof of the clear box.

Kaori and Frysco glanced at each other, then moved to far corners to avoid temptation for as long as possible.

"Question 1," the host said, launching right into things as a small amount of the pink mist settled around the two avians. "Which famous document contains the phrase, 'We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal?'"

The gryphon answered quickly as he stretched out his multicolored wings slowly before relaxing them.

"The Declaration of Independence."

"Correct!"

The bell rang and more pink mist released into the box. The flow never stopped - it would only end when a question was answered wrong. At the moment, there was little enough that both avians felt only a warm sensation as they inhaled.

Kaori looked at Frysco. "You wanna alternate answers? Make things a bit easier?"

"At least until we start to lose ourselves," the gryphon replied. "Then it'll be whoever can answer first."

Plan in place, both contestants backed up into their corners, though they couldn't help eye each other as gentle tingles ran down their spines. The mist was powerful, and in the confined area they couldn't help but breathe it. Excitement sped up the process, especially since the chemical was entering the bloodstream through the lungs, nearer the heart.

"Question 2: What color does litmus paper turn when acid is applied?"

The bright red phoenix arced an eyebrow and fluffed out her feathers as she stared at the fox.

"Assuming you're talking about blue paper, I'd say red."

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the lights flashed, illuminating both avians inside the cube.

Frysco showed the first changes. Tail feathers began to drop onto the floor beneath him, one after another, until all five brightly colored feathers were gone. He gasped when he felt his spine extending - it was an unusual feeling and he stared over his shoulder as a new tail quickly took the place of his feathers, growing in quickly.

By the time the host asked the second question, the thick kangaroo tail hung down to the back of his knees.

Kaori shuddered as she felt her heavy breasts get even larger - she cupped her fingers under the red-feathered melons and hefted them delightedly.

"Question 3: Does water contract or expand when frozen?"

Kaori began to huff as she ran her palms down her belly, feeling the light fluff under her fingers. She could feel an unusual pressure building in her crotch, growing stronger with every breath she took.

Frysco looked at his new roo-tail and sighed, mourning the loss of his prized tail feathers.

"Oh... water when it becomes ice?" he asked. "It expands."

"Yes!" the host said, too lazy to type the full response.

The bell rang and Frysco started as he felt his new roo tail twitch. Looking behind, he began to grin happily - new feathers, identical to the ones that had fallen out - were growing out of the tip of his tail, covering the brown tip with bright blue, green, red, and yellow.

The interior of the plastic box was starting to turn a light pink shade as more gas was pumped in. There was no avoiding it, not that there had been, and Kaori took several deep lungfuls as she felt the pressure increase to a nearly unbearable level. She ran her fingers down between her thighs and gasped at the bulge forming. Another few moments, and a thick red maleness pushed from between the feathers of hir lower belly, followed quickly by a large pair of male testicles.

The phoenix's beak opened broadly as shi nearly squawked at the sudden change. Shi slide a palm down the length, shuddering at the new sensations, and leaned back on hir wings against the plastic wall behind hir.

Kaori paused, however, when shi ran hir fingers over hir new length again. Shi could feel the throbbing need, but shi couldn't make hir fingers give hir any pleasure.

The host laughed and tapped on the glass.

"That'll be the inhibitors we include in the transformation chemicals," he explained. "Until the buzzer sounds, you will not be able to pleasure yourself - only each other. Any sensations occurring from touching yourself are eliminated."

Kaori glared at the host even as shi continued to futilely stroke hir new erection, squeezing the large red glans tightly.

"Well, then. I can see a fox's rear that's my first target once I'm out of here."

The host gulped and nervously stepped back, trying to avoid the phoenix's penetrating gaze.

A moan from the other side of the cube drew their attention.

Frysco's wings spread out to the sides and his thick new kangaroo tail thumped against the floor as his fingers squeezed down between his legs. He felt like he had to scratch a growing itch, but all he could feel was the skin between his thighs, same as ever.

"Question 4: How many months have 28 days?"

Frysco grimaced as he pressed his fingers up between his legs and let out a little moan as the urge to scratch grew.

"All of them have 28 days!" he gasped.

Kaori answered at the same time.

"All of them," shi said, rolling hir eyes. "There's no month that has less."

"Correct!" the host said.

The bell rang, but it was nearly drowned out by a throaty moan from from the gryphon, who discovered why shi was feeling so strange between hir legs. Hir fingers dipped into the now-open lips of hir new pussy, as tingling pleasure sent little shocks throughout hir body. Just as with Kaori, however, shi could find no satisfaction in hir fingers.

Kaori licked hir beak and sniffed the air. The unmistakable feminine scent of the gryphon's arousal was just as potent as the pink mist they were both inhaling.

The phoenix took a step forward, but then thought better of it and leaned back against the clear wall, keeping hir wings firmly tucked behind hir. Shi shuddered as hir thick red erection arced upwards, curving back slightly to point at hir chin. Shi flexed it back and forth as hir other hand went between hir legs before shi realized shi was doing it, and shi frowned with frustration when shi discovered hir attempts had little effect.

Frysco glanced at Kaori when he noticed hir halting advance. The fox-kangaroo-parrot hybrid shook hir head as puffy blue nipples began to push out from the feathers on hir chest.

"Let's keep our distance," shi moaned. "We can get... farther than this!"

Kaori nodded and willed hirself to calm down, despite the lustful urges running through hir body.

"Yeah... I have more control than this."

The host just laughed as he heard their conversation. Two more questions, he wagered, and they'd be on each other like glue on a popsicle stick.

"Question 5: What country owns the island of Bermuda?"

"Ah... I know this!" Frysco said, eyes closing as hir erection grew out thickly, drooping over slightly. "My brother went there to work... the UK!"

"Correct!"

The bell rang and by now the gas in the chamber was fairly thick. The air was definitely tinged pink. Both Kaori and Frysco could feel the warmth every time they inhaled.

Kaori let out a gasp as hir cock suddenly dropped over limply. The head swung down over hir new testicles and shi shuddered. The phoenix gasped again when hir dark red erection rose into the air, but this time of its own accord. It weaved back and forth, nearly snakelike, and shi found shi could will it to go in the general direction shi wanted.

The broad length twisted around and rubbed over hir breasts, but as with hir hands, shi felt no pleasure from it, only a growing desire.

Trying to ignore hir suddenly prehensile cock, the phoenix closed hir eyes tightly and spoke the words of a calming mantra under hir breath. As a phoenix, shi was used to having to quell the fire in hir veins, and the lust growing in the pit of hir belly was little different.

Frysco's blue eyes opened widely as shi stared at that moving shaft and clucked hir tongue to the roof of hir beak. Shi could only imagine what would happen if that thick red length got up under hir tail or between hir thighs...

So intent was the gryphon on the phoenix that he didn't notice when thick drops of colorful liquid began to slide off the tips of hir bright wings. They rolled down the feathers, sliding easily across Frysco's wings, faster and faster, until hir entire wingspan was a solid mass of running colors all mixing and swirling together.

Shi did notice when shi felt the same thick fluid dribbling down from the blue feathers on hir cheeks. Shi gasped and felt them. Though they retained the familiar feel of feathers, it was as though the colors were running, leaving slick trails of a goo behind.

Shi thumped hir heavy kangaroo tail again and ended up splattering the colorful goo collecting around hir feet, splashing it across the floor and over the walls.

The host stared at the psychedelic display of melting colors with his muzzle open. It was odd and strangely beautiful.

Finally he snapped out of his near hypnotic state and fumbled for the next question.

"Question 6: Name one of the countries that lies along the Ring of Fire besides Japan."

Kaori briefly paused hir mantra to respond.

"The vastness of Russia," shi said, grinning hugely as hir thick red maleness squirmed higher into the air, stretching itself out to its full length before returning to slide against hir thighs.

The fox nodded. "Correct!"

The bell rang, but neither avian paid it much attention.

Kaori was too focused on hir meditation, trying to ignore the growing lust in hir various organs. Frysco was too addled by the creeping transformation changing hir body into living goo.

Frysco spread his multicolored wings as the process suddenly accelerated. Thick beads of goo slid down hir growing chest and over hir erection; the erection itself appeared to be melting as well, though it retained its general shape despite the thick sludge falling from it.

The parrot-fox-roo hybrid's feet spread against the floor, growing larger and flatter even as thick fluid dripped around them. The new kangaroo feet matched hir now dripping tail.

Frysco gasped and thrust forward suddenly, taking several sticky steps towards the center of the cube. Hir dripping fingers slid over hir belly and chest, squeezing the small breasts growing there, as shi staggered towards the center, unable to help hirself.

"Question 7," the host said. Frysco paused, gooey ears swiveling on top of hir head. "Name any movie that starred Tim Curry."

Frysco's soft, malleable beak opened. Despite the goo dripping down the yellow surface, hir answer was clear.

"Rock Horror Picture Show," the gryphon gasped around hir goopy tongue.

"Correct!"

The tension certainly wasn't released inside the cube as Frysco took a few more steps closer to the phoenix. Bright, multicolored, dripping wings spread behind the gryphon. The individual feathers were no more - now they were just a mass of thick colorful fluid. The distinctions separating the gryphon's component species was also losing shape, as bright blue dripped down from hir head onto hir red chest, and from there mixed into the gray of hir legs and the brown of hir feet.

Kaori glanced up, breaking hir constant mantras for a moment, and stared at the dripping, gooey avian approaching hir. The dark red maleness weaving in front of hir also noticed, and began to pull towards the gryphon, tugging insistently at hir hips.

Shi closed hir beak tightly, shuddering as shi felt hir breasts growing into the H-cup range. Shi wasn't sure how much longer shi could resist either.

"Question 8: From what country does the band Oasis hail?"

Kaori closed hir eyes and wracked hir brain. Finally, shi gasped out the answer.

"The UK! Now quit giving questions with that answer!"

Shi moaned as hir cock surged forward lustily. It was quite long, thicker than hir thigh, and strained outwards towards the goo-gryphon making hir way across the floor of the stage.

The fox grinned.

"Correct!"

The bell rang. The air inside the cube was almost dense now. Pink mist swirled around the two avians inside, speeding the transformation to new heights.

Kaori's thick, prehensile cock lurched forward, growing in length by more than a foot by simply tugging itself away from the red avian's body. Shi gripped the base in both hands, shuddering and clenching hir toes into the floor.

Shi stared at the gryphon. The colors were still bright and clear, mixing into various shades only once the thick drops fell to the floor, leaving a trail of rainbow-colored goo behind. Frysco's moans of pleasure echoed throughout the cube and the studio as microphones amplified the sound.

Frysco's large kangaroo feet slowly lifted, one at a time, and splashed down with wet slurps. Hir large roo tail left a path as it weaved back and forth behind hir, dragging the thick tail feathers at the tip over the floor. Shi was close to the phoenix now and groaned eagerly as more goo spilled down hir busty chest and heavy shaft.

The phoenix let out a near squawk as hir prehensile cock jerked forward again, out of hir clutching fingers, and dived against the goo-gryphon. The thick red head burrowed between the dripping red breasts and Kaori's knees nearly buckled. Finally, a pleasurable touch - the inhibitors had kept hir from feeling friction for so long shi went rigid and moaned as hir cock quickly began to slide between those large, goopey breasts, smearing the gryphon's thick fluids around.

Frysco's hands reached up and gripped the squirming, wriggling red cock. Using it as a rope, shi pulled hirself closer, more quickly now, and moaned lustily again as shi felt the thick phoenix-cock teasing between hir aching nipples. No longer stepping, but more of a sliding motion, the gryphon was intent on getting very close to the well-stacked phoenix and the bowling ball-sized testicles hanging over her feathered thighs.

"Question 9: Name any one of Frysco's three species."

Frysco knew somewhere in hir rapidly melting brain that this question was hirs to answer, but hir thoughts are preoccupied with other things - not to mention the overwhelming feeling that hir gray matter was spreading throughout the rest of hir body as shi melted more and more quickly.

Kaori stared at Frysco and held up a few fingers, despite hir growing lust. Hir thick prehensile shaft paused in its explorations and turned back to hir in an almost questioning manner.

"Cow!" shi called out to the host, hiding a devious smile beneath a loud moan of pleasure as hir thick cock dived back among the slime-gryphon's breasts, exploring the dripping fluid between them.

The buzzer rang and the vacuums turned on, slowly pulling the pink mist from the air and cleaning it. The damage had been done, however, and Frysco took what little strength shi had left in hir rapidly decaying goo body to launch hirself with what might seem to be the strength of a kangaroo's hind-legs towards the phoenix.

Shi landed on Kaori with a thudding splat. There was still a mass beneath all that dripping goop, and it clung to the red gryphon's hips as what was once Frysco's beak plunged down around the rippling prehensile shaft.

The strong goo-arms drew the phoenix down, and a nearly formless male erection pressed up between the phoenix's legs. The goo-gryphon didn't so much bend as slither into place as dripping hands enveloped red feathers.

Kaori attempted to use hir species' native teleportation powers, but quickly discovered hirself unable to do much but moan as the inhibitors wore off, overwhelming hir body with a surge of pleasure that left hir speechless as the gooey gryphon slowly enveloped more and more of hir body. Hir thick prehensile shaft plunged deep inside the dripping muzzle - the cameras zoomed in as the thick head was visibly causing the gryphon's belly to bulge beneath thick drops.

It was hard to say what was going through the gryphon's mind at this point. Shi was less a gryphon now and more a shapeless mass, though the broad spread of what was once hir wings remained behind hir. As the goo surrounded the phoenix's hips, shi began to seek out any orifices shi could plug.

Kaori's beak opened broadly as shi felt a second thick pillar drive up beneath hir tail feathers, joining the first in plunging deeply inside hir throbbing body. The goo was warm and firm around hir aching, prehensile shaft, and the touch of the substance sent thrills throughout hir body.

The phoenix turned towards the fox, but his back was to hir as he announced the results.

"Let's give our two contestants a big hand!" he said. The clear plastic box began to lift behind him, and cleaning crews began to move in, mopping up behind the goo-gryphon, cleaning all the rainbow fluid from the floor, though they were careful not to get too close to the squatting phoenix and the mass of colorful liquid surrounding hir legs.

Kaori tried again to teleport, this time to bring the fox to them, but a thick column of goo suddenly speared up from the wriggling mass attached to hir hips. Frysco's head appeared - or at least, an approximation of the gryphon's blue-furred head. Hir beak pushed forward and surrounded Kaori's drawing hir attention from the fox.

The phoenix moaned as goo surrounded her massive chest and slender belly. Each huge breast was quite a bit larger than hir head, almost three times the volume, but the goo had little difficulty wrapping around each and squeezing them firmly. The warm pleasure increased as the goo continued to crawl around hir, soon enveloping hir shoulders and neck. All the while, Kaori thrust hir hips hard, moaning as hir prehensile cock explored the inside of the goo-gryphon's shapeless figure, occasionally even coming out the other side of the dripping mass before curling around and diving back in.

The phoenix ended up completely submerged beneath the mass. The gryphon's dripping beak spread broadly, swallowing up the phoenix's head and sending probing rods of good down the other avian's beak.

Kaori's moans were cut off as shi wriggled and thrust and gasped, large wings spread behind hir as the goo invaded every orifice, teasing and poking and screwing hir in ways shi hadn't considered. The gryphon felt near continuous orgasmic pleasure as shi used the advantages of hir new goo body to its fullest.

The cameras faded to black as the fox turned around to watch. He wasn't sure why he was getting so lucky, but he hoped his streak continued.

"Let's welcome our next contestant... Timberwolf!"

A timber wolf stood up and made his way down the steps towards the stage. Just over six feet tall, he had a thick pelt of white, silver, and black. A tight t-shirt outlined his build, and his thighs stretched out his khaki shorts as he climbed up onto the stage next to the host.

"Welcome to the show, Timberwolf!" the fox said, holding out his microphone. "Where are you from?"

"I am from Canada, eh?" the large wolf said into the microphone, excitement in his voice.

"Well, we're glad to have you, Timberwolf!" the fox said. "Now, while you get ready, let's bring out The Wheel!"

The large white and silver wolf was guided towards the upright hospital bed. He leaned into it as the restraints were fastened around his wrists and ankles.

A stagehand took away his shorts and t-shirt as another laid a small white towel over his sheath, hiding it from view for the moment.

"You know The Wheel, Timberwolf," the host said, gesturing as it came out. "Will you spin and accept your fate?"

"I will take that chance and spin," the wolf said, his voice a smooth baritone.

"Very well!"

1. Fan Favorite
2. Double Double
3. Two at Random
4. Species Switcheroo Plus One Spin
5. Muscle Madness
6. Nippledick Nightmare
7. Fountain of Lust
8. Ribbed for Their Pleasure
9. Host's Decision
10. Green Thumb

The Wheel clicked and clacked around until it slowed to a stop.

"Fan Favorite!" the host announced. "That means people can suggest options from The Wheel that have been previously used."

The host turned to the audience. "Any ideas? Shout 'em out!"

(Just one suggestion each please!) 1. Rubberification 2. Tailtrocity 3. Cool Cocktongue 4. Chocolate Fixation 5. Release the Kraken 6. Nicely Turned Naga

A stagehand typed the shouted suggestions into the computer, where a 3D replica of The Wheel appeared on the monitors. It spun around and digitally chose...

"Chocolate Fixation!"

The fox's ears went back as he remembered the last time that option had been chosen, but quickly recovered and smiled at the camera. The twitch in his tail tip returned and he licked his suddenly dry lips. He had very strong memories of that former contestant. His fur had smelled of chocolate for weeks.

The first two doses were administered to the large wolf through the IV in his arm as the fox readied his first question.

Timberwolf shivered a little as he felt the warm feeling grow outwards from his arm. He tried to get his fur to lay down, but a case of the goosebumps prevented that as he felt the chemicals go to work.

The wolf tried to focus on the fox and listen for the question, but he couldn't help shake his pelt as a ripple went over it. He looked down at himself wide-eyed as he saw his thick fur swiftly darken to a shade of deep brown, almost black.

"Question 1: Name a holiday celebrated exclusively in the United States of America."

"Independence Day," the wolf said confidently.

"Correct!" the fox said.

A bell dinged and the lights ran around the studio wildly for several moments as the next dose dripped down the IV.

The wolf shivered as he felt the new dose and grinned as he felt his maleness poke from his sheath. The towel tented a bit as his thick shaft worked free slowly. He was surprised how quickly he was responding, with the pelt change and all, but some contestants reacted quicker than others.

The host sniffed the air. The thick scent of the large male's musk was turning a sweeter scent.

"Question 2," he asked. "Name a member of the hair metal band Poison."

"Bret Michaels," the wolf answered quickly.

"Correct!"

Timberwolf ignored the lights and the bell as he leaned back, trying to make himself comfortable against the bed and ignore the growing arousal in his loins. The towel continued to rise into the air, and was suddenly pulled forward as the wolf's pink cock fell free of his sheath fully.

The towel fell to the ground as the large wolf stifled a moan. He felt really, really good, all over, from his ears to his toes. His large, nearly black tail swung against the side of the bed as he felt the new dose going to work, joining the others inside him.

He licked his lips excitedly, but then stopped. The wolf's dark brown eyes opened widely as he realized he tasted chocolate on his lips.

So distracted was he by the flavor of the rich, almost bitter candy that he missed the gentle swelling in his chest, as two dark black nipples pushed from his thick pelt. They were lifted upwards by two new, though small, breasts on the large male's chest.

His cock swung upwards to hang from his hips at a ninety-degree angle, slightly curved over due to the weight. His large testicles were a slightly different shade of fur, a lighter brown. Timberwolf looked down and shivered as he saw the pink flesh of his cock slowly subsumed by a darker, brown shade of pigment.

"Question 3: How many meters are in one kilometer?"

"One thousand," the wolf said, as his arousal over the circumstances in which he found himself grew more and more.

He leaned his head back and shuddered as he felt his puffy nipples harden into small nubs, despite the growth in size of the aureola. He pulled at the restraints with his wrists, wanting to slide his fingers across each nipple, knowing how sensitive they would be, but growled when he remembered he was restrained.

His dark-colored erection rose higher into the air, now at a firm sixty-degree angle from his hips as it throbbed slowly. A trickle of pre-cum dripped from the tip, but the color was wrong. The host sniffed the air as an all-too-familiar scent drifted towards him.

Chocolate.

The light-colored dribble of milk chocolate slid down the canine's length before running into the thick fur of his sheath.

Timberwolf moaned loudly and shifted his hips under the bright studio lights as cameras zoomed around him, catching every moment from a variety of angles. He opened his muzzle in a groan, and one camera focused in to show his tongue. No longer red, it too was a dark brown shade and glistened wetly.

Timberwolf began to pant as he felt his chest growing. He looked down excitedly and grinned as he saw the B-cups.

Between his legs, he felt a strange pressure and tried to shift his legs to alleviate it, but that only made it worse. Soon his hips were thrusting madly as he tried to do anything to scratch the wanton itch.

"Question 4," the fox asked, as the heady scent of chocolate grew stronger. "What is the highest-grossing movie of all time that features blue alien cat people in loincloths?"

The flow from the wolf's cock was lightening up in color, turning whiter by the moment, though the sweet scent only grew stronger. White chocolate? The fox grinned. Those scientists had a strange sense of humor.

The wolf struggled to answer.

"I would have to say... Avatar," he gasped out, staring at his thick cock as his cum changed colors.

"Correct!"

The lights flashed as another dose dripped down the IV. The wolf moaned, long and low, as he tasted the roof of his mouth. Chocolate. Same for his teeth - sweet white chocolate. His lips were smooth and silky milk chocolate. He could see his head on the monitor, and watched with fascination as his fur began to melt into his skin, leaving his ears smooth as they swiveled.

The bright lights melted more of his fur, leaving patches of bristly chocolate pelt in some places, smooth bare candy in the rest. He shivered and moaned, wriggling as he left chocolate remnants on the sheets below him. His wagging tail left a smear of chocolate along the side of the bed as his whole body turned into a confection.

"Question 5: Where is Stonehenge?"

"England," Timberwolf said, ending with a thick moan as the hot lights began to warm him.

His thick cock continued to grow, faster now that he was mostly composed of chocolate. It was easier for the chemicals to change him when it was working purely with candy, not messy flesh and blood.

The wolf's dark brown length curved upwards as more thick white chocolate pre-cum drizzled out the tip, sliding down to his hanging testicles and then onto the floor and bed below, near his feet. He pulled at the restraints, gasping with pleasure, as his cock jerked.

Between his legs, he felt a new warmth suddenly blossom. The wolf, now a shi, let out a low howl and craned hir head back as hir new feminine sex tingled deliciously.

The chocolate wolf gasped as hir heavy breasts continued to grow, rapidly filling out into respectable D-cups that hung nicely over hir foot-long erection. In the base of hir flexing chocolate sheath, a large bulge appeared, stretching the candy out thinly - the canine's knot.

As warm, slippery, light-colored caramel dripped down the inside of the wolf's thigh - hir version of feminine juices - the fox readied his next question.

"Question 6: What's the best-selling chocolate bar in America?"

"Snnniiiiickers!" the wolf said, bucking at hir restraints heavily.

"Correct!"

Another dose was administered to the wolf. Hir body shuddered and grew as the hot lights began to cause a few drops of chocolate to run down hir arms and breasts. She didn't appear to suffer from melting, however, because the scientists had planned for heat and cold when mixing this particular transformational serum, among other eventualities.

Hir cock flopped back against hir body, wetly sticking to hir large chest for a moment before pulling away. Strands of chocolate lingered between the thick cock head and hir breasts. The strands fell slowly and were reabsorbed by hir belly as they touched.

Hir D-cup breasts jiggled delightfully. The interiors were not solid, but merely candy-coated. Timberwolf looked down, watching as both thick nipples, now encased in a solid shell of hard black candy, began to drip thick, light-colored milk chocolate. The drips rolled down hir breasts and onto hir belly. Some of the milk was reabsorbed back through hir satiny chocolate skin; the rest rolled off hir sides and into the blankets.

The heavy scent of chocolate was thick in the air at this point, causing several members of the audience to lick their lips appreciatively. A few rumbling stomachs could be heard from the stage as the writhing canine spurt more thick white chocolate from the tip of hir fifteen-inch long erection.

"Question 7," the fox said. "Where is-"

He abruptly stopped talking as a steel-blue dragon suddenly hopped the railing separating the crowd from the stage and dashed on stage before security could stop him.

He ran up to the canine, jaws open wide, and before anyone could stop him, he snapped off the head of the canine's erection with his sharp teeth.

The audience gasped, but the canine felt no pain, only pleasure, and let out a huge moan and bucked forward against hir restraints. Before the dragon could finish chewing, hir thick cock was already reforming, growing back even thicker than before as the flow of milk chocolate increased.

Obviously getting chewed on didn't hurt the chocolate creature, just like getting melted wouldn't - one of the other possibilities show's scientists had accounted for.

The steel blue dragon was abruptly dragged off the stage, thick white chocolate still dribbling from his lips.

"Caallllll meeee!" he called out, but the wolf wasn't listening.

Timberwolf was so horny by this point shi'd barely noticed the jaws on hir cock, only that brief warmth on the tip. Shi grunted as the newly re-formed head spurt and jerked back and forth, a constant thick drizzle of white now spitting out the tip, coating hir silky thighs and belly.

Sweet, light caramel dripped down the inside of hir leg as shi bucked hir hips, gasping as the tingles from hir aching, reddish-brown pussy lips raced up hir body, sending demands for relief that shi couldn't ignore for much longer.

"Question 7," the fox asked, starting over. "Where is the city of Sydney?"

"Australia!" the canine gasped. Hir heavy breasts swelled further as the lights flashed and the bell rang.

Thick spurts of lightly-colored milk chocolate ran down the DD-cup breasts, leaving light-brown trails across the wolf's almost black skin.

Hir thick length, now approaching twenty inches in length, smacked back against hir chest again. It stuck longer this time, and seemed to thicken up as the chocolate stuck to chocolate warmly. It slowly pulled away, leaving more thick strands of drizzly chocolate between it and hir chest and belly.

Hir stomach rippled, narrowing at the waist, as though hir cock were taking the chocolate from one section and adding it to itself - it surged past twenty inches and fattened considerably, now as thick as hir thigh. Great quantities of white chocolate spilled out of the tip, shooting off in an arc over the stage floor before splattering down and drying in puddles.

"Question 8," the fox asked. "From what natural ingredient is chocolate refined?"

The wolf's brain collapsed as the pleasure overwhelmed hir. Hir jaws snapped at the air, trying to reach down to bite at hir restraints, though it was doubtful whether chocolate teeth were tough enough to get the job done.

"I can't take this anymore!" shi cried out, hips jerking. "C'mere, foxy, so I can screw you!"

The buzzer sounded and the host stumbled backwards. The stagehands released the restraints, but before the canine could take more than a few steps towards the fox, the steel blue dragon from earlier came barreling out from backstage.

Security chased close behind the dragon as he launched himself on stage, scooped the chocolate canine up in both arms, and snapped off a piece of the wolf's ear. The wolf moaned and began to cum as the dragon's teeth grazed hir sensitive chocolate skin - hir ear was reforming before the dragon jumped off the stage. Thick white chocolate cum splattered over the dragon's chest and neck, making him stumble, but he managed to escape with the chocolate wolf.

A thick trail of white chocolate was all that remained of the contestant as the dragon carried hir off through the studio doors, pursued by the security guards.

The fox shook his head. It didn't appear as the canine really minded getting carried away and nommed, so he just felt relief that once again he was lucky to have escaped untouched. It was definitely a good night.

The cameras faded to commercial once the fox congratulated the guest - and the wolf's abductor.

"Please welcome our next contestant... Prawo Jazdy!"

A fainting goat stood up and headed down towards the stage. His thin build seemed too small to support the half-spiral horns resting on top of his head. Pointed white ears stuck out horizontally from the sides of his head as he grinned. A wispy goatee hung from his chin.

He climbed onto the stage, glossy hooves sharply clipping on the black tiles, and stood next to the host.

"Welcome to the show, Prawo!" the fox said, holding the microphone out to the goat. "Where are you from?"

"Colorado, sir," the goat replied.

"No need for sir!" the fox said, grinning. "Welcome to the show, Prawo - please head over the bed."

The fainting goat clopped over and was quickly undressed and strapped in. His short chest and belly fur was splotched with black. He clenched his hands tightly as he tested the restraints on his wrists, but the cloth cuffs held him securely to the bed.

As he made himself comfortable, a stagehand pulled out The Wheel.

"Prawo, I assume you know what this is," the red fox said, gesturing towards the large object. "Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?"

The crowd hushed as they waited for the male to make his choice.

1. Fan Favorite
2. Double Double
3. Two at Random
4. Hell Hound
5. Muscle Madness
6. Nippledick Nightmare
7. Fountain of Lust
8. Ribbed for Their Pleasure
9. Host's Decision
10. Green Thumb

"What'll it be, Prawo? Will you spin?"

"Well, sure... there aren't that many bad options."

The fox grinned.

"Oh? What would you consider a bad option?" he asked conversationally.

The scare goat shook his head. "Ah... that's a trick question."

The fox shrugged. "Can't blame me for trying!" he said, and gave The Wheel a firm spin.

It clicked around, slowing gradually, until the pointed rubber stopper ended on...

"Host's Decision!"

The fox grinned broadly. He hadn't had this chance before, and he began to critically assess the goat strapped into the hospital bed.

"Can I suggest something?" the goat asked. "If I promise not to rape you after?"

The fox looked up at the male and nodded thoughtfully.

"Proceed."

"I'd really like to have more heads, so either Hell Hound or Double Double, please?"

The fox glanced off to the side, towards his producer, who just shrugged.

The fox stared at the goat critically. "You promise? No raping? Even though my contract specifically says no such promises can be forcibly kept and that any contestant can rape me once they fail a question, because my agent is terrible and I signed without fully understanding the consequences?"

"I promise," the goat said, eyes wide. "I won't rape, molest, or seduce you, I swear."

The fox tapped his foot against the floor and finally nodded.

"Okay... Hell Hound!"

The first two doses dripped down the IV into the skinny goat's arm. To be honest, the fox didn't think the goat was very threatening, with such a noodly body, and so letting him get his pick wasn't much of a threat.

Prawo, for his part, let out a light moan as he felt the chemicals enter his body.

"Thank you," he gasped, feeling the warmth spread quickly across his thin chest.

The sudden pleasure was almost enough to trigger a myotonic episode, but he managed to stave it off with a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Question 1: In what month is the Fainting Goat Festival held in Marshall County, Tennessee each year?"

"Um... I've never been... I think it's October?"

"Correct!" the fox said.

The goat's wide eyes opened and his rectangular pupils dilated as the bell sounded and the lights flashed, but he was familiar enough with the show to know it was coming, so he didn't go catatonic.

The third dose felt as good as the first two, and the cloth draped over his sheath and low-hanging testicles quickly tented outwards. The shaggy fur on his arms flipped back and forth as he pulled at his restraints awkwardly, already wanting to slide a paw down to his tingling cock.

"Question 2," the fox began. "What is the name of a famous cartoon mouse other than Mickey or Minnie?"

"Mickey was called Mortimer first. Does that count?"

"No, I'm sorry," the fox said. "A different cartoon mouse, please."

"How about Ms. Brisby?" the goat asked after a pause to think.

"Correct!" the host said. "We would have also accepted Mighty."

The lights flashed and the bell rang, but this time Prawo didn't react beyond closing his eyes and moaning at the next dose of chemicals.

His glossy hooves tapped against the floor eagerly as he felt his erection grow thicker and firmer by the moment. The warmth ran down all the way to his hooves, making his thighs and calves twitch. His belly went taut, and when he was finally able to relax his flexing abdominals, he found they'd been built up, and were now outlining against his lighter belly hair nicely.

He shivered as he felt his shoulders pop and stretch, slowly growing more broad - making room for additional heads.

"Question 3: Name a movie other than The Labyrinth in which David Bowie starred."

"He was Nikola Tesla in 'The Prestige,' wasn't he?"

"Correct!"

Again, the bell and lights sounded off. Another dose ran down the goat's white-haired arm, and he shuddered as he felt the changes accelerate.

Small breasts formed on his chest, B-cup at most. His black nipples rested on top, mostly covered by white chest fur.

Below, his belly took on yet more definition, as did his legs, which jerked against the restraints as he felt the pressure build between his thighs. He'd seen enough contestants to know what the urge to grind one's legs together entailed, and he hissed out a few choice epithets as the pressure and pleasure grew stronger.

Sleep deprivation wasn't helping the goat's cause either, and his head swam as his six-inch cock hardened completely and throbbed out in midair. It didn't stay six inches for long, however, as the pale shaft began to thicken at the base, slowly extending further from his hips.

"Question 4: Name the eastern-most Canadian province."

"Yukon... no, wait! That's west... ah..."

The goat's hips shook a bit as he tried to think.

"Are Labrador and Newfoundland one province?"

"Yes! Correct!" the fox said.

The lights flashed and the bell rang. Another dose ran down the IV into the goat's arm and he shivered as the renewed warmth swept through him.

His broad shoulders widened further as the minutes ticked by. A thick lump on either side of his head formed, at the base of his neck. The white-haired goat squirmed and moaned again as his cock waved back and forth.

Between his legs, the goat felt the fair explosion of pleasure as a new feminine sex formed. Shi cried out as the raw lips tingled, aching already as a secondary source of arousal fogged hir mind.

Shi flicked hir ears rapidly and lay hir head back, shivering as hir cracking chest expanded further. Hir waist and hips gradually increased in size as well, but the growth concentrated in hir shoulders as the two lumps increased in size, jutting out at slight angles from the base of hir neck.

Prawo's erection jerked as a few thick drops of white pre-cum dripped from the tip. Lower, at the base, inside the bulging sheath, awkward shapes and growths could be seen fighting for space and stretching the skin.

"Question 5: What's the capital of West Virginia?"

"The city of Charleston," the goat said, gasping for breath as hir hips continued to thrust forward out into the air.

"Correct!"

The bell rang solidly and the lights flashed as the fainting goat collapsed back against the bed, stilling hir hips for the moment.

Hir large breasts, C-cups at the least by now, would be larger were they not stretching across shoulders twice as broad as when shi was first strapped in. The extra width would be needed soon - the two white bulges to either side of hir neck were quickly taking shape and forming into two additional heads. Ears protruded from the sides of the new heads, followed quickly by shapeless muzzles.

Prawo moaned again, ears twitching as shi felt the chemicals working overtime to build up those two new heads. The sensory overload was incredible and hir eyes glazed momentarily, though shi snapped back once shi heard the next question.

"Question 6: Name any state the Mississippi River passes through."

"Minnesota!" the goat gasped before hir eyes glazed over once more.

Hir erection was breaking past eight inches with ease, though it's growth was slow compared to other contestants. Part of the reason for the slow growth could be attributed to the growing, shifting bulges in the goat's sheath, which was broadly stretched now.

Finally, however, and with a low grunt from the quivering herm strapped to the bed, two more thick pink erections pushed free of the sheath to join the first.

Each thick erection was followed by three identical knots at their bases, evidence of the "hound" aspect of the transformation to which shi was being subjected.

The two new heads continued to form. Lips spread and opened as pink tongue pushed out. Fully grown ears flicked and long goatees grew in on the chins of the two new heads. Once the additional pairs of large eyes began to blink, however, Prawo could feel the concurrent thoughts of three similar minds running together.

Shi gasped, all three heads sucking in a deep breath simultaneously, as hir three thick erections throbbed dangerously. Fully-formed knots ached, keeping the solitary sheath held firmly down. Stretching away from those knots were three thick lengths, each jerking and growing rapidly as the chemicals swarmed hir drastically altered body.

"Question 7," the fox began, staring at those three identical goat heads, watching curiously as horns grew in on the new ones to match the original. "What is the name of the traditional mythical beast that guards the gates of Hell?"

"I dunno," said the first head. "Do you know?"

"Dunno," said the middle head, turning to the third. "How about you?"

The third head grinned. "You fucking liars, of course you know! It's Cerberus, or Kerberos in the original Greek."

"That's just showing off," the first head said with a bit of a pout.

"Correct!" the fox cut in, before the middle head could speak.

The lights flashed and the bell rang as more chemicals dripped down the IV.

All three heads groaned as they felt their triple-cocked sheath stretch as each length thickened considerably. Short and fat, the goat-cocks looked a bit strange sitting on top of their canine knots, but judging from the thick white pre-cum dripping from each tip, they felt pretty good crowded together like that.

Each shaft was about ten inches long by now, enough to reach the lower part of the goat's large chest, where hir D-cup breasts spread across hir wide chest. They wobbled only a little, mostly because they were pulled taut across such a broad expanse. Each erection was several inches across. The triple knots below rolled against each other, causing the goat to buck heavily and pound his hooves against the floor.

Powerful legs and arms, much thickened and muscled since the beginning of the fainting goat's run in order to support hir larger chest and shoulders, pulled at the restraints constantly now, as hir hips shoved outwards lewdly.

"Question 8: Name one of Santa's reindeers."

All three groaning heads snapped to attention.

"Nixon!" shouted the first.

"Connor!" said the second.

"Olive!" groaned the third.

The buzzer sounded three times and a stage hand came forward to release the dripping, moaning three-headed fainting goat from hir bed.

"I'm sorry, that's wrong!" the fox said, turning towards the cameras. "Let's give Prawo a big hand!"

"Make him suck mine first!" the fox heard the goat whisper behind him.

"No, make him suck mine first!"

"Nuh uh, I'm gonna fuck him, and then he can suck you two off!" the third head whispered.

The clopping hooves got closer to the fox, but the host had a plan. He suddenly turned around wearing a scary Rush Limbaugh mask.

"Booga booga! Liberals! NPR! EPA!" the fox shouted, arms waving wildly.

The three-headed goat felt his legs lock and he tipped over onto his side with a crash, unable to help the myotonic response overwhelm his system and cause a momentary paralysis.

The cameras rolled as the goat was loaded onto a stretcher and taken back to the recovery room, legs twitching.

The fox grinned at the camera. "Ain't gonna get me tonight! I'm on fire!"

A paw tapped on the fox's shoulder.

"Uh, boss? They were talking about the producer," a stagehand whispered in his ear.

The fox groaned as the cameras cut out and he felt guilt - the goat had intended to keep hir promise after all and finally teach that bastard producer a lesson. He looked past the cameras, to where the producer was smirking, and growled unhappily.

"Well, shit!"

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BONUS STORY BY SHADOHIME - The Revenge of the Phoenix

The fox smiled as he stepped into his home. Today had been a good day, all things considered. His rear was nowhere near as sore as it had been prior to his rehabilitation. Hopefully, his string of good luck would continue, and then the show's money would be spent less on 'emergency' suits, and more on features that would keep contestants away from the host... namely, himself.

If that happens, I'll be doubly grateful, he thought. Nodding at the happy thoughts inspired by his run of good luck, he flipped on the light switch in his room... and promptly froze.

Sitting on his bed, with a full erection, was the phoenix, Kaori. Shi had a devious grin on hir beak as shi stroked the writhing, twisting prehensile cock jutting from between hir legs.

"Took you long enough," shi drawled, standing up.

Shi dwarfed the fox by a considerable margin, and muscles rippled across hir body. But the fox's eyes were locked on that prehensile pecker. No way was he letting that monster near him!

He turned to bolt, considering renting a hotel room for the night. Before he could take a step, however, something wrapped around his leg, and he fell crashing to the ground. Looking at his leg, he saw a black mass, coated in... scales?

Following the mass's length, he whimpered. He recognized that wolf-naga from the show - another previous contestant. Hir long tail had wrapped around his leg and then lifted him up, holding him upside down in the air. He kicked his other leg and scrabbled with his fingers at the floor, but it was useless.

"Now, now, can't have you running off without Kaori fulfilling hir promise," shi smirked.

"What are you talking about? And how did you find me?" the fox yelped.

"To your second question: I asked your producer. As for your first, well, remember what shi said after you told hir about the inhibitors?"

The hermaphroditic wolf-naga traced circles around his chest with the tips of hir long black claws.

Thinking back, the fox remembered the phoenix's declaration that a fox's ass would be hir first target upon leaving the Hypercage.

"Shi... shi wasn't serious?" he choked out.

"Silly boy! Phoenixes don't say things like that lightly. Shi's refused any effort to calm hir down since the goo-gryphon left. Shi's been waiting for you. You should be honored; not too many people can claim to have been stalked by a phoenix's honor promise."

Shadohime paused.

"Still..." Shi glanced at Kaori, who was taking very slow steps towards them. "You wouldn't mind sharing, would you?"

Kaori's grin reached new levels of insidiousness.

"You can take the front."

A few hours later, some police officers arrived to investigate several claims of 'disturbing noises' filed by neighbors. What they found was a spooge-drenched fox, buck naked, eyes completely out of focus. He was laying on his belly, ass in the air, long red tail curled over his backside. His own cock was drained completely and hung limply from his sheath.

The strange scene confused them, at least until one cop recognized who the fox was and what show he hosted. The two officers looked at the fox, then at each other, and shook their heads.

"Figures," they said at the same time.

EPISODE 9

"Please welcome to the show... Keira!"

A feline with gray and white fur stood up and made hir way down to the stage. Judging from the suspicious bulge in the feline's short skirt, the host suspected shi was coming on stage with a head start over most contestants.

Hir long black hair, tipped with purple, bounced around hir shoulders as shi hopped up on stage. Shi grinned at the fox as he held the microphone towards hir.

"Where are you from, Keira?"

"I'm from Washington state," the feline said, purring a little as hir long gray tail swished behind hir.

"Well, welcome to the show, Keira!"

The fox nodded to a stagehand, who guided the cat over to the upright hospital bed. Shi undressed quickly, first pulling off hir black t-shirt, revealing hir bouncy chest, and then dropped hir skirt to the floor before stepping out of it.

The feline teased hir fingers into the waistband of hir pink panties before pulling them down, trying to put on a show for the host, but the fox looked away. Keira pouted a little and pulled off hir underwear abruptly, letting hir male sheath hang down between hir legs.

Shi was strapped into the bed as The Wheel was rolled onstage.

"Will you spin The Wheel and accept your fate?" the host asked, as an IV was fitted into the feline's white arm.

"Umm... I suppose I will," the cat said, grinning. "That's the draw of the show, right?"

"Very well!"

1. Fan Favorite
2. Double Double
3. Muscle Madness
4. Nippledick Nightmare
5. Fountain of Lust
6. Tied for First, Second, and Third
7. Ribbed for Their Pleasure
8. Tongue Tied
9. Green Thumb
10. Roxification

"Double Double!" the host announced, when The Wheel finished spinning.

The first two doses quickly dripped down the IV as the lights flashed and the host readied his note cards to ask the first question.

Keira panted and squirmed a bit as the warmth of the chemicals spread from hir arm, across hir chest, and down hir belly. Shi shivered, feeling hir maleness stir in its sheath, and waited eagerly for the first question.

"Question 1: Name an American car manufacturer."

"Ford," the feline replied quickly.

"Correct!"

Shi gasped as a sudden surge traveled through hir feminine sex, making hir shiver as hir thick fur teased at the exposed lips. Hir ankles twisted in the restraints and shi mewled, shivering as the warmth spread lower still, until every hair on hir body stood on end and tingled electrically.

Hir pink maleness pushed from its white sheath and hung outwards, dangling in the air as shi pulled hir wrists at the straps. Shi was feeling good, very good, and the effects of the chemicals were working very quickly because the hard work of turning hir into a herm was accomplished for them already.

"Question 2: The word 'yiff' is attributed to the sound what animal makes while having sex?"

"F... fox, of course," Keira said, biting hir lower lip as hir erection grew.

"Correct!"

The fourth dose dripped down the IV into the feline's body and shi wriggled again, moaning as hir thick nipples began tingling even more warmly than before.

Two new points of pleasure formed quickly, however, and the feline shivered when shi looked down and saw a second set of nipples growing from hir lower chest, beneath hir first pair.

In fact, hir entire chest was lengthening somewhat, and a new tickle spread over hir sides, under each armpit. The feline's muzzle dropped open as shi wriggled a bit more, causing hir pink erection to wag in the air.

"Question 3: At what degree Celsius does water freeze?"

"Z... zero!" the cat gasped, back arcing against the upright hospital bed.

"Correct!" the fox said.

The lights flashed and the bell rang as the next dose was administered.

Keira's second pair of breasts came in quickly, growing fast until they matched the upper set. They squeezed together, the upper laying heavily on top of the lower pair.

The E-cup breasts were of equal size and weight. They had started out quite large, and only now that the second pair had fully come in did both begin to swell concurrently. Four puffy pink nipples pushed from thick white and gray chest fur as the feline's hips fell back against the bed. Keira moaned raggedly and shivered, hoping the lust in hir loins would abate before the next question.

Unfortunately for hir, it didn't. Hir erection throbbed as a second thick sheath peeled off of the first. Stubby, at first, it gradually opened as a pink erection pushed free, slowly increasing in size until it matched the first in size and thickness.

"Question 4," the fox said, ignoring the feline's moans as the second erection began to throb against the first, "What kind of tea did Captain Picard prefer on the television show 'Star Trek: The Next Generation?'"

The feline panted and wracked hir brain for the answer.

"Earl Gray, of course!" shi gasped.

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the lights flashed again as the next dose dripped down into her arm. Shi clenched hir fingers into hir palm and groaned lustily as both thick pink shafts fattened up considerably as they pushed upwards, at a forty-five degree angle from hir hips.

Thick beads of pre-cum began to roll off the tips of both cocks, landing wetly on the floor between hir curling toes.

The second shaft had come with it's own pair of testicles, but all four were safely contained in one fuzzy white pouch that hung over hir upper thighs.

The feline stretched hir shoulders upwards, groaning a bit as pressure built under hir arms. Shi squirmed, then gasped when shi felt two new growths push out from hir sides. Stubby, almost laughably so, the tiny, fully functional arms pushed from hir sides, fingers grasping at the air.

The two new arms grew in quickly, building in size until they matched the original pair above them. Stagehands quickly ran out and strapped those new arms down before the feline could figure out how to use them on hirself, much to Keira's disappointment.

Shi hissed at the retreating stagehands as the fox readied the next question.

"Question 5: How many holes are in a duckpin bowling ball?"

"Nnn... noooone!" the feline gasped.

All four wrists pulled at their straps as shi levered hir hips forward again, causing the meaty twins to smack together. Thick pre-cum dripped from the tips as shi moaned lustily. Hir heavy balls hung down low, twice the size and weight as when shi started, and only growing larger.

The feline's thin waist looked silly at this point. Hir large breasts had increased a size, and all four hung heavily down. The lower set nearly covered hir belly button. All four would be visible from behind - some tasty side-boob to look forward to once shi was away from the bed.

Kaeri's black hair fell back onto the bed as shi leaned hir muzzle back. Shi felt a crick in hir neck and shifted hir shoulders, trying to figure out what else could possibly be happening.

"Question 6: Name one of the races available in the online roleplaying game 'World of Warcraft' that was not available in the first two games of the series."

"Worgen!" the feline gasped out between moans.

"Correct!"

Again the bell rang and the lights flashed, but Keira didn't notice. Hir head tipped to the side, cheek against hir shoulder. On the other side, splitting off from hir neck, a second head formed.

The blank white ball of fur took on features similar to the feline's first head - long black hair grew in, tipped in purple, and hir bright blue eyes flashed open. The second muzzle dropped into a grin, black lips thick and smacking together as shi tried out hir new tongue.

"Well, this is," the first head said.

"Very strange," the second one said, completing the sentence.

"Question 7," the fox said, looking back and forth, not sure which head to address. "How many episodes of this show, including this one, have there been?"

"Nine!" said both heads simultaneously.

"Correct!"

As the bell rang, Kaeri's twin muzzle opened into loud moans. The right head was a bit off-key.

The feline's hips began to expand. Bones shifted and grew, until two more white legs pushed out from the sides awkwardly. The feline's waist split as well, so that the new legs connected to a second pair of hips. The sight was strange and the host stared. The only description that came to mind was watching a piece of Velcro being pulled apart.

Stagehands approached but looked puzzled as they tried to strap down the new legs. The feline moaned, both heads leaning back, as hir chest began to split apart as well into two matching copies. Each new half only had one pair of arms and one pair of breasts.

By the time it was over, there were two Keira's laying tangled together on the hospital bed. The stagehands left them on the small bed together, but strapped down their legs and hands in more comfortable positions.

A second IV was wheeled out and attached to the new copy, who was underneath the original Keira.

"Mmf... get that out of my butt!" the top Keira hissed the bottom Keira.

"Not my fault, they've got us strapped too closely together!" said the copy Keira.

They wriggled against each other for several moments until they managed to lean against each other, side-to-side. Identical in every detail, the clones' breasts pressed together where they met.

"So if I give you a handjob, is it considered masturbation?" one of the Keiras asked the other.

"It's twincesturbation!" shouted a phoenix in the audience.

Ignoring the implications, the fox moved on.

"Question 8: What was the name of the sheep that was famously cloned several years ago?"

"Dolly!" said both Keiras simultaneously. They glanced at each other and grinned.

Both felines moaned and squirmed as the next dose dripped down the tubes into their arms. Their heavy breasts jiggled as they pushed against each other, fighting for space on the crowded bed. Twin pink cocks crawled over their large breasts, each now a solid two feet of throbbing kitty-cock.

The felines shivered and moaned as they felt simultaneous pleasure from their similar pussies, and thrust their hips out lewdly, causing thick drops of pre-cum to splatter out onto the stage floor.

"Question 9: What's the largest desert on the North American continent?"

"Ch... Chihuahuan Desert?" both Kaeris said at once. They even stuttered at the same time.

"Correct!"

Both felines pushed against each other as the next dose ran through their oversized bodies. Their erections flopped to their sides, crossing and rubbing in a lewd "X" shape between their hips. Pre-cum splattered down over their HH-cup breasts, now almost twice as large as when the solitary Keira started.

Their cocks jerked simultaneously, pulling upwards heavily before falling back straight out from their hips due to the weight of each pink cock. Their large testicles had swollen to match, and each pair of fuzzy white nuts hung down low enough to hide the growing dampness between their thighs.

Both panting felines tried to still themselves as the next question was read, but neither could hear it actually being asked over their loud moans.

"Please," said one Keira.

"Repeat?" asked the other.

"Sorry, no repeats," the fox said, shaking his head. "What's your answer?"

The two Keiras looked at each other in confusion, ears flicking, and they simultaneously shrugged as they decided to guess at the answer.

"Um... the host gets fucked by two horny kitties?" they both said simultaneously, creeping the holy hell out of the host. "And that is the answer..."

Both felines stared at the host with wide eyes, licking their lips as their twin tails wrapped around each others under the bed.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the fox said nervously. But he wasn't too nervous - last episode he'd gotten through scot-free, so maybe his streak would hold.

The buzzer sounded and several stagehands came out to help the over-endowed felines out of their restraints.

The fox turned to the camera. "Well, that's it for Keira!" he said. He blinked.

"And Keira, I guess. Let's give them a big hand!"

The fox didn't expect the two large paws that came to rest on his shoulder. Where was the unrealistic but sort of plausible plot shenanigans that enabled him to escape the unwanted affections of the contestant this time?

As the realization hit the host that this time there was no escape, it was too late to run.

Sharp claws ripped off his pants and he was unceremoniously bent over. The Keira in front of him gripped his ears and pulled him down over hir nearly two and a half foot long erection, able to fit nothing but the head in the protesting fox's muzzle. The Keira behind also found hirself unable to push more than the tip of hir fat cock into the fox's rear.

"He's too tight!" they both complained at once, as the cameras zoomed in on the trio.

The fox hung limply between them, cheeks and throat bulging, unable to even gasp at the size of the cock plugging his stretched rump.

"Looks like we'll have to," started the Keira in front.

"Stretch him out as we go," finished the one behind.

Both huge pink cocks began to pump heavily against the limp fox as four pairs of large white breasts bounced and jiggled above him, large enough that the puffy pink nipples scraped against each other as the two felines bounced and jiggled with their deep thrusting.

The cameras faded as stagehands ran up and began trying to persuade the felines to release the host - or at least finish by the time the commercials did.

"Please welcome to the show... Baylith!"

A tall brown wolf with long white hair stood up and made his way down the steps, grinning hugely as he climbed onto the stage.

He wore old clothing, an outfit that would be more appropriate in the middle ages than on the stage of a TF game show, but it was gonna be off soon anyways.

The host held the microphone out.

"Welcome to the show, Baylith!" he said, looking none the worse for wear after his run-in with the Keiras. Could be he was simply getting used to it. "Where are you from?"

"Michigan," the wolf said, brushing back some white hair from in front of his eyes with a paw. "At least, that's where I popped in at. You wouldn't know my world."

"Well, it's good to have you on the show!" the host said.

The wolf was led to the hospital bed, where a stagehand helped him out of his tunic and black pants, then strapped him in to the bed, so that he was leaning back slightly and facing the audience.

The wolf had a lean body, bordering on skinny. A fit build, more akin to a runner than a weightlifter.

A small white towel was laid across his lower belly, and the host motioned towards The Wheel.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" the fox asked.

The wolf waved at a person in the audience before replying.

"Hell, I'd spin three times!" the wolf said with a huge grin.

"Let's see if that's going to be one of the options," the fox said as he spun The Wheel.

1. Fan Favorite
2. Cushion for the Pushin'
3. Muscle Madness
4. Nippledick Nightmare
5. Fountain of Lust
6. Tied for First, Second, and Third
7. Ribbed for Their Pleasure
8. Tongue Tied
9. Green Thumb
10. Roxification

"Tongue Tied!" announced the host.

The first two doses ran down the IV into the wolf's arm and he took in a deep breath as the warmth spread through him, giving him goosebumps. His long brown tail wagged as it laid over the side of the bed. Already his thick sheath was starting to bulge up and tent the towel - he was sizable down there already and excited to see how much bigger he could go.

Baylith tested the restraints, pulling on them lightly. Finding them securely holding him, he leaned back against the bed and waited for the first question as the first two doses traveled through his body.

"Question 1: Name a seedless fruit."

"I've never seen a seed in a banana," the wolf said.

"Correct!"

The bell rang and another dose dripped down the IV. Baylith huffed a bit as he felt his sensitive nipples teased by the thick fur on his chest and squirmed his smooth hips back against the bed.

The towel didn't stay on his lower belly long. His erection snagged it and pulled it away. The cloth slid off the side of the cock, down to the floor, revealing the male's thickness. It hadn't reached it's full length yet, and dropped over his light-brown testicles.

"Oh... that feels so different!" the canine gasped. "Not like magic at all..."

The fox grinned. The wolf had no idea.

"Question 2: Name a citrus fruit."

"Another fruit question? I'm not ignorant of this world," the wolf said. "Oranges!"

"Correct!"

The bell rang and this time the wolf stiffened at the feel of that next dose. His tail wagged faster and he twitched his muzzle as two breasts started growing on his chest, expanding outwards rapidly and lifting his sensitive nipples up into the air.

"Oh, by the gods, that feels good," the wolf said, moaning happily as he pulled at his restraints.

He couldn't wait to get his paws on those growing tits. His thick red erection bobbed in the air, pulling upwards as it thickened and hardened in reaction to the canine's arousal.

A pressure grew between the wolf's thighs and his muzzle dropped into a pant. He squirmed his legs together and grinned, knowing all the symptoms of what was to happen next from having watched so many previous contestants go through the same thing.

"Question 3: Who won the 2010 FIFA World Cup?"

In the stands, a wolf-naga cheered. The host recognized hir from a previous episode and shuddered, remembering what shi'd done to him. Though looking back, he supposed it hadn't been so bad...

The scent of chocolate drifted past the host's nose as well, and he glanced over to see yet another former contestant eagerly cheering on the wolf. Well, maybe they'd get to the wolf before the wolf got to him, he thought, wincing at his sore rump.

"What was that place?" the wolf muttered, thinking. "Brazil? No, that's obviously the totally incorrect answer and I should not guess that. Hmm..."

The fox tapped his foot and waited patiently for the canine to come to a decision, and tried to ignore the whistles and catcalls from the audience.

"Spain?"

"Correct!" the host said.

The bell rang and another dose dripped down. Alliteration aside, the canine was definitely feeling the effects of the serum now. He pushed his hips out, trying to alleviate the building pressure between his legs as his brain went a bit fuzzy with arousal - a strange sensation, considering he prided himself on his ability to keep his mind clear.

The chemicals ran through his body, affecting more changes rapidly before the next question could be asked. His chest swelled deliciously, forming nice B-cup breasts. Below, his thick red length throbbed and began to drool white pre-cum. It dripped down the length in small drops and soaked into the fur of his sheath, which was bulging a bit as his knot slowly grew.

Between the wolf's legs, hir new feminine sex fairly exploded in a burst of pleasurable sensations, stilling the canine's movements for several long moments as shi luxuriated in the different sensations.

The fox's voice cut through the haze of lust and brought the wolf back to reality.

"Question 4: The Super Bowl was created when the National Football League merged with what other entity?"

"Hmm... that was before I got here... let's see..."

The wolf's ears perked as though shi heard someone whispering the answer in the audience, but of course nobody would ever reveal an answer to a contestant.

"The American... ha... Football... mmfff... League!"

The wolf managed to get the words out between pants as hir tongue lolled from hir muzzle.

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the lights flashed as the sixth dose was administered to the canine. Shi clutched at the mattress below hir, tearing small holes into the fabric with hir claws, as hir thick erection bobbed out in front of hir. It jerked upwards smoothly, then fell down, then pulled up again. Shi couldn't help it - shi was so hard, hir cock was moving almost of it's own accord thanks to its length and thickness.

Thick beads of feminine honey trickled down the insides of hir thighs as hir squirming hips shifted back and forth. Shi had no idea how powerful the sensations would be, and another long moan, nearly a howl, erupted from hir open muzzle.

Baylith was about to pull hir tongue back in, but paused. It felt... thicker. Shi closed hir lips around the tip and gasped, eyes wide, as a burst of sensitivity caused hir to pull hir tongue back quickly. Trapped in hir warm muzzle, however, shi only felt hir tongue become more sensitive yet, and shi quickly pushed the red length back between hir sharp teeth.

"Question 5: What holiday comes before New Year's Day?"

Baylith grunted as shi tried to gurgle out the answer around hir tongue, and finally managed to sound out the right words.

"Nuuu Yeah's Eebu," the wolf moaned out around hir rapidly thickening tongue.

Soon shi found shi was unable to pull hir tongue back in. Focusing hir eyes towards the tip of hir black nose, shi could see the head of a cock jutting out past hir lips. It throbbed warmly against the roof of hir muzzle and began to drip thick pre-cum down over hir chest. Shape-wise, it was similar to the shaft between hir legs, though a bit smaller, thankfully.

The canine's breasts grew into D-cups, hanging nicely from hir chest. Round and firm, as though supernaturally supported, it was doubtful shi'd need a bra with the way they pushed out perkily. The nipples turned upwards a touch, hard and firm pink nubs perfectly capping each round breast.

Beneath the breasts, hir smooth, lean figure was accentuated when hir belly drew in, causing hir hips to flare a bit more, giving hir a shapely, more feminine hourglass figure.

Baylith breathed quickly through hir nose.

"Web, dab's nu!" shi tried to say around the thick meat between hir lips.

"Question 6: What kind of power is generated when water, usually a river, is backed up and forced through turbines, creating a reservoir behind a dam?"

"Hahdrah dahnahmahk."

The fox stifled a giggle.

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the wolf shivered as another dose was delivered. His cock was pushing fifteen inches now, and the head was starting to tease against the fur on his breasts.

Shi glanced at one of the monitors charting hir progress. Hir eyes could barely focus as shi read the numbers and figures.

DD-cup breasts and a...

The wolf's eyes went wide. A foot-long tongue cock.

The canine squirmed and wriggled, making hir large breasts jiggle back and forth delightfully. The cameras zoomed in on the nipples as they bounced up and down.

A thick knot pushed free of the wolf's sheath, eliciting another muffled moan from the canine. Hir cock was jerking now, bouncing thickly against hir belly and lower breasts, spurting musky white pre-cum. Shi ached so badly - shi could barely keep hir head in the game as the desire and urge to simply grab hir cock and stuff it in the nearest available orifice overwhelmed hir ability to remain rational.

Not to mention the heat in hir loins, beneath hir baseball-sized nuts. Hir hot inner thighs may as well have been steaming, as horny as shi was.

Shi opened hir eyes again when shi felt a bulge in hir cheeks. With no tongue to taste what it was, shi could only guess as it slid over the top and bottom of hir muzzle: hir tongue-cock's knot.

Baylith curled hir lips over hir teeth as the knot grew quickly and pushed outwards, forcing hir jaws open wide. The thick ball of pulsing red canine knot felt incredible, especially with the pressure of hir lips just behind it. Shi could feel hir tongue-cock jerking, spitting pre-cum outwards to rain down on the floor in front of hir.

"Question 7," the fox began, watching as the squirming canine's cock-tongue increased in size by several inches thanks to that thick knot now protruding past hir lips. He shivered and his tail curled between his legs.

"Question 7," he began again. "Which is larger: a 1957 Buick or an elephant?"

The wolf moaned and squirmed for so long, the fox thought shi wasn't going to answer at all.

Finally, though, hir back arced and hir hips jutted out lewdly, causing hir wrist-thick eighteen-inch cock to fall forward and point towards the audience as a thick jet of pre-cum splashed down towards the edge of the stage a dozen feet away.

As the burst of pre-cum reached the apex of its flight across the stage, the wolf's eyes opened wide.

"Drawwahhhhen!"

The muffled exclamation was neither "Buick" nor "elephant," so the fox shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry, that's incorrect!"

The buzzer sounded and the wolf collapsed back, breathing hard through hir flaring nostrils as technicians removed the IV and unstrapped hir.

The fox turned to the cameras.

"That's all for Baylith!" he said. "Let's give hir a - Oh crap, I did it agaaaaaaaayyaaa!"

Baylith grinned around hir large tongue-cock as shi used both paws to turn the fox around bodily. Shi wasn't sure which to use on the fox first. Why not both? Shi pulled at the fox's pants, ripping them free in a moment.

The wolf's strong paw gripped the back of the fox's neck and forced his jaw up. The larger canine pressed hir muzzle down, shoving the thick tongue-cock deep into the fox's muzzle, until hir thick knot popped past the fox's lips, tying them together at the muzzle.

With little fanfare, the wolf's paws gripped the fox's hips and lifted them, forcing the smaller male to bend. Shi pulled the red male down roughly over hir nearly twenty-inch cock.

The host could only moan around the thick tongue-cock shoved down his throat, but he was grateful he'd taken the advice of his agent and pre-lubed his rump before taking the stage.

The cameras zoomed in, catching the moment the wolf jammed his second, larger knot into the fox's rump, tying them together two ways. With a heady moan, the wolf started to cum, both flooding the fox's ass and muzzle. Hir aching breasts flattened against the host's chest as hir claws dug into his hips.

The host gurgled around the knot in his muzzle that forced him to swallow all of the thick cum pumping down his throat. His paws clutched at the wolf's shoulders as he stoically rode out the ravishing. He was getting used to it, he decided. At least this one didn't have tentacles.

The cameras faded to commercial, and the host hoped the knots would go down before the break ended.

"Please welcome to the stage our next contestant... Hayaikawa!"

A tall arctic fox with steel gray fur stood up and made his way down the steps to the stage. He wore a double-shouldered red robe. Saffron highlights ran down the arms and sides of the robe and broad belt draped loosely around his hips.

The fox's pelt was blotched with gray-blue spots, most noticeably his eyebrows and ears. He smiled thinly as he climbed up onto the stage to stand next to the host. He kept his paws tucked into the sleeves of his monk-like robe as the host held the microphone towards him.

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

"Most of the east coast, but most recently from the depths of Fairbanks, Alaska," the vulpine said.

"Great to have you on the show!" the host said. He motioned for the fox to head towards the hospital bed in the center of the stage, where a technician was readying a fresh IV.

The Wheel was brought out as the arctic fox undressed, pulling the robe from his shoulders. A stagehand caught it and carried it offstage.

Under the robe, the fox's thick gray pelt continued. His tail tip wagged happily as he laid back against the hospital bed. The cameras panned over his body, catching the smooth lines of his slim form. His pelt was quite thick, hiding any definition beneath all the gray fur and blue splotches.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" the host asked, once Hayaikawa was strapped in to the bed.

"Heh... yes, I will!"

The host nodded and pulled hard on The Wheel, sending it flying around. It clicked and clacked loudly as the rubber stopper hit the wooden pegs, slowly coming to a stop.

1. Fan Favorite
2. Cushion for the Pushin'
3. Muscle Madness
4. Nippledick Nightmare
5. Prehistoric Predator
6. Fountain of Lust
7. Tied for First, Second, and Third
8. Ribbed for Their Pleasure
9. Tongue Tied
10. Green Thumb

Hayaikawa's gray tail twitched as he watched it spin.

"Ribbed for Their Pleasure!" the host announced.

The arctic fox's pelt floofed out as he felt the first two doses drip down the IV. His fur settled once the warm feeling spread over his lithe chest and belly. His long gray tail wagged steadily as he leaned back into the bed, making himself comfortable.

"Question 1," the host said. "How do you say 'Fast River' in Japanese?"

"That'd be Hayaikawa," Hayaikawa said, making sure to pronounce the difficult words properly.

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the third dose dripped into the fox's arm. He shivered as he felt his erection push from his sheath, lifting the small white towel draped over his thighs and lower belly.

The fox let out a small moan as a bit of pressure built between his thighs. He tapped his claws against the floor, legs shifting, as the pressure built with every moment that passed.

Hayaikawa's fingers clenched into his palms, then he opened his fist and pressed his fingers down into the mattress. His short, sharp claws punctured the fabric as he gripped the bed tightly.

A funny look crossed his muzzle as flashes of pleasure tingled under his testicles, but he couldn't focus on it when the next question was asked.

"Question 2: Name the mountain range that separates the continents of Europe and Asia."

Hayaikawa's muzzle snapped forward as he focused on the host.

"The Urals?"

"Yes, correct!"

The bell rang and the lights flashed as the arctic fox answered positively correctly, despite what anyone may inadvertently read in the chat box.

The next dose dripped down the IV. Hayaikawa's pelt floofed back out again, standing on end and causing him to appear to nearly double in size. Between his legs, he felt the pressure grow and grow, until finally bursting into a hot ache.

Shi shuddered and gripped the bed more tightly as hir new pussy began to soak hir inner thighs. Arousal swept over hir body; hir cock jerked to full attention, causing the towel to wrap over it and pull it down. Once the fox's erection was pointing low enough, gravity caused the towel to slide off, and the thick cock slapped upwards against the vulpine's body before wiggling back and forth in midair.

Hayaikawa's light red erection jerked back several times as the fox flexed it, trying anything shi could think of to get a bit of satisfaction for the growing fire in hir loins.

Shi shuddered, tail twitching, as large breasts began to form under hir nipples. The pink nub were hidden under hir thick gray coat, but the broad breasts were still visible once they began to grow.

"Question 3: In general, is summer hot in America?"

The host shot a look at the pedants in the audience as he waited for the moaning contestant to answer yes or no.

"Yes," the arctic fox panted. "Yes, very much sooooo..."

The bell rang and the lights flashed.

"Correct!"

The next dose caused the fox to hump lightly at the air, unable to help hirself.

Hayaikawa's breasts were very broad, though still quite flat. The base stretched from armpit to armpit, and down under hir nipples, but they filled out quickly. Even at C-cup size, they looked a bit triangular, but once they hit D-cups, they rounded out and hung forward. Hir nipples grew as well, lengthening to the point that the tips of the pink tits were visible despite the thick coat of gray fur.

Hayaikawa moaned and breathed heavy, getting hir chest to bounce a little. Hir toes curled over, scratching at the black tiled floor, and hir palms flattened against the bed, dragging hir black pawpads over the fabric.

"Question 4: Name the current American Vice President."

Hayaikawa moaned. "Mmm... getting me back for those wisecracks earlier?" shi gasped. "That's... Joe Biden."

"Correct!"

The lights flashed and next dose dripped down the IV. The arctic fox's breasts swelled rapidly, approaching DD-cup range. Hir cleavage was almost completely obscured by a thick neck ruff.

The arctic fox's cock jerked again. A thick drizzle of pre-cum began to leak from the aching tip as the whole length fattened up. Each time the fox flexed it back up to bat against hir belly, shi could feel it grow. Good thing shi practiced hir kegels daily...

The cameras zoomed in on the cock, following it as it bounced back and forth. Thick bands of darker red skin formed along the length. These stripes began to grow from the cock, giving the shaft a series of ridges.

Hayaikawa moaned as shi felt hir sheath stretch outwards, dimpling around the growing circles at the base of hir cock. Hir toes tensed, splaying out against the floor, and shi tensed hir legs as hir thickness throbbed again. Thick cum dripped down the length, soaking into the lighter gray fuzz on hir sheath.

Between hir legs, hir damp fur scraped together as hir aching pussy demanded attention that shi could not, at the moment, provide.

"Question 5: Who is the current Prime Minister of the UK?"

Hayaikawa shook hir head, trying to clear the haze of lust from hir mind. Finally, the answer came to hir.

"Is it... David Cameron?"

"Yes!" the host said.

The bell rang and the lights flashed again, a familiar occurrence for the arctic fox by this point, as the seventh dose worked through hir system.

The growth of hir chest began to slow at the two large mounds approached the upper reaches of their current DD-cup size, but hir thick maleness accelerated.

Reaching well past a foot already, the arctic fox shuddered as the ridged erection surged upwards, adding inches by the minute. Below, a heavy gray sac filled out rapidly, staying proportional to the three-inch-thick red shaft.

The head of the fox's cock began to dimple. Round pegs protruded from the formerly smooth glans, about eight in total, pointing outwards in a circle around the head. Each was about half an inch thick.

Just below those pegs, where the main shaft began, the shaft thickened considerably, bulging and swelling, until the middle of the cock, from below the head to about half down, was far thicker than the rest. The length arced beautifully from the squirming fox's hips, curling just right so that the head bobbed against the fox's deep, if obscured, cleavage.

By the time the host asked the next question, it was over sixteen inches long.

"Question 6: In what country are the half-car, half-truck vehicles known as 'Maloos' most common?"

"Why, what a spectacularly easy question," the arctic fox said in a moment of lucidity. "Australia, obviously, is the producer of those fine vehicles."

"Correct!"

The lights flashed and the bell rang. The fox quickly fell back into a haze of lust as shi pulled at hir restraints, fingers spreading and clutching at the air as hir aching shaft arced higher and higher; soon the head was well past hir pink nipples.

Hir breasts were so swollen by now they spread around hir cock, which jerked back and burrowed more deeply into hir fuzzy cleavage, until only the very tip of the pegged head was visible. This bursts of pre-cum splattered over each round breast and dripped off the tips of hir nipples as shi shook hir hips, thrusting upwards. The fox engaged in a bit of gleeful self tit-fucking before the next question was asked.

"Question 7: Yes or no: Is winter in South America colder than summer in South America?"

Hayaikawa's ears flicked towards the host as shi listened to the question, but hir face was a mask of pleasure as shi bucked hir hips, trying to get as much friction from hir breasts on hir aching, heavily ridged cock as possible.

"Mmmmmyyessssss!" the fox hissed.

Hir cock spurt again, this time hitting the underside of hir chin, painting the gray and blue fur white. Shi moaned and curled hir neck down, finding the tip of hir cock was now within reach of hir muzzle - or at least, the tips of hir tongue and lips.

Shi wrapped hir lips around the very tip, unable to get them past the pegs on the outside of the crown, and instead slathered those with hir long pink tongue. Hir hips bucked hard, trying to push up deeper.

"Question 8," the host said, knowing there was no way the contestant would get it right now. "What color is your fur?"

Hayaikawa's eyes clenched shut as shi bucked hard. Hir ears twitched slightly as shi heard the question being asked, but just as quickly swiveled away. The arctic fox ignored the question, so focused was shi on getting more of hir own fat cockhead into hir muzzle.

Shi managed to pull off with a wet noise and lift hir muzzle. Thick strands of pre-cum dripped from hir lips as shi stared blankly.

The host thought shi may actually answer, but after another moment, hir muzzle dived back down over the tip of hir ridged, thick, extra long cock.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the host said.

The buzzer rang as stagehands quickly freed the dripping, spurting herm fox from the restraints.

"That's all for Hayaikawa," the host said to a camera, keeping a wary eye on the arctic fox behind and to his right. "Let's give hir a big hand!"

The host didn't have to worry. Once freed, the arctic fox collapsed to the floor and rolled onto hir backside. Hir right arm wrapped around hir immense breasts, holding them tightly around hir cock as shi pushed hir muzzle deeper over the head and shaft, up to the second puffy, thick ridge.

Hir left paw dived between hir legs, shoving four fingers into hir brand new vagina. Shi bucked hir hips hard, both titfucking and blowing hirself, while working most of hir paw in and out of hir sopping pussy wildly. The cameras weren't sure where to focus on the moaning vulpine as shi masturbated hirself furiously.

Even the host watched with wide eyes and an open muzzle as the fox's cheeks bulged with ridged cock.

The host felt a twinge in his sheath and blinked rapidly. Was he... disappointed that the arctic fox wasn't on top of him right now? No... that wasn't it... was it?

Looking confused, the red fox host turned to the cameras.

"We'll be right back after these messages."

That done, he turned back to watch the stacked fox, just in time to see hir pull hir mouth from hir ridged cock with a huge gasp. Hir back arced, shoving hir hips up, so that hir entire length pushed out from between hir large breasts just as shi came.

The red, deeply ridged length seemed to ripple as it released a huge burst of cum over the arctic fox's narrow muzzle. Hayaikawa cried out with lust as hir fingers caused hir pussy to cum at the same time. The thick bursts landed somewhere past hir head, though quite a bit drizzled over hir forehead and the bridge of hir snout.

Hir wet fingers echoed into the microphones as the cameras reluctantly faded to black.

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

A green and white wolf stood up in the audience. He wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that stretched lightly around his chest. He made his way down the steps quickly and hopped up onto the stage next to the host.

"Welcome to the show, Silverwolf!" the fox said, holding out the microphone. "Where are you from?"

"California," the wolf said, grinning.

His smile creased his skin, causing the white star in the middle of his forehead to squeeze in on itself a little. His green ears flicked as he was led to the hospital bed in the center of the stage. Behind, a green tail tipped in white wagged excitedly.

"While Silverwolf gets ready to play, let's bring out The Wheel!"

The Wheel was rolled out as the wolf undressed. His chest and belly were covered in white fur, but his sides and back were green. The green fur extended down to his knees, but the insides of his thighs and calves were white. His paws and feet were socked with black fur. Black spots dotted the white fur around the wolf's elbows and the back of his thighs.

He had two markings, one on each shoulder. On the left shoulder he had a black crescent moon with a small circle between the points. On the other shoulder was a series of pale yellow scratches.

The wolf was in good shape, his body fully visible as he lay back in the bed to be strapped down. The white towel laid across his lower belly hid his endowments, but from the bulge the fox surmised he was packing an appropriate amount for a wolf of his size.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" the host asked, motioning towards the options available.

1. Fan Favorite
2. Cushion for the Pushin'
3. Muscle Madness
4. Nippledick Nightmare
5. Prehistoric Predator
6. Fountain of Lust
7. Terrific Taurification
8. Contestant's Choice
9. Green Thumb

Silverwolf grinned at the host and nodded. "I accept what fate The Wheel deals me," he said excitedly.

"Very well! Let's spin!"

The host sent the large contraption around. It clicked and clacked loudly as it spun, eventually coming to a stop.

"Cushion for the Pushin'!" the host announced.

Silverwolf squirmed a little as the first two doses - his reward for spinning The Wheel - dripped down the IV into his arm. A low warmth traveled up his veins, spreading gradually outwards across his body. He inhaled deeply, trying to still his beating heart and his rapidly wagging tail.

Already he was growing erect, he realized, though whether it was due to the serum or simple excitement was impossible to tell.

"Question 1: Finish this saying: 'Old habits die...'"

"Hard," the wolf said quickly.

The serum moved quickly through his body - he could tell that was part of what was spurring his erection to grow so rapidly. It tented the white towel outwards and he bunched his fingers into a fist as more inches pushed free of his sheath and fattened up, hanging out from his hips with the towel draped around it.

He took a sharp breath as stabs of pleasure made him quiver. His nipples felt more sensitive. Lifting his head to look at them, he realized they'd puffed up and grown larger.

He lay his head back and shuddered, tail thumping against the side of the bed heavily, as his green and white fur rippled in a full-body shake.

"Question 2: Finish this saying: "The early bird gets the..."

"Worm," the wolf said, shuddering and moaning as pleasure tingled across his body.

His maleness jerked upwards, finally freeing itself from the towel, which fell off to the floor, revealing his length. The light pink cock was about eight inches long, with the beginnings of a knot stretching out the base of his cock inside his sheath.

The wolf's thighs pressed together firmly as sudden tingles erupted from under his testicles, making him moan and wriggle back against the bed. Within moments, a fully formed vagina spread open between his legs, raw lips bursting with an aching need.

Silverwolf leaned hir head back and moaned, almost crying out as hir body was wracked with a new kind of lust.

"Question 3: Finish this saying: "A rolling stone gathers no..."

The wolf's reply rode a thin line between answer and moan.

"Mmmmoooooossss," shi said, in one long breath.

"That's... correct!" the fox said, glancing towards the judges for confirmation.

The bell rang and another dose dripped down into the canine's large body. Hir belly and chest were defined beneath his pelt, but not overly ripped. Now, however, hir chest began to lose what definition it possessed as a pair of breasts pushed up through the thick fur. The former male's chest ruff hung over hir new cleavage as they inflated rapidly, growing into B-cups before the next question was asked.

Silverwolf's fingers clenched and unclenched rapidly as shi felt hir inner thighs grow damp. Hir erection pulsed, beginning to dribble already as pleasure ran through hir body, from hir flicking ears to hir curling toes.

Below the wolf's growing chest, hir belly softened subtly, losing whatever hardness was present beneath the thick white fur.

"Question 4: Finish this saying: When the cat's away, the mice will..."

"P... p... play!" the wolf finally gasped out as shi tried to reach for hir growing breasts, forgetting for a moment shi was strapped down to the hospital bed.

Hir puffy pink nipples ached for a good rubbing as hir breasts swelled larger and larger as the moments went by. Hir thick cock jerked upwards, growing nice and meaty as it hung from hir hips, above a large pair of fuzzy white balls.

The wolf's round rump began to plump up a bit as shi leaned back against the hospital bed. Pushing hir hips outwards for a moment, it was clear shi'd have to go up a size in the jeans department. When shi lowered hirself back to the upright bed, hir bottom pillowed out nicely - a thick and juicy rump, perfect for sinking fingers into.

Silverwolf moaned again and panted heavily, head to the side, tongue hanging out as hir ten-inch erection slowly bobbed in front of hir, below hir C-cup breasts, each firm and perky mound teardrop shaped as they hang easily from hir broad chest.

"Question 5: Finish this saying: Don't count your chickens before they..."

"Ha... hatch," the wolf said as hir thick erection twitched upwards again.

Thick white pre-cum dribbled down the length, soaking into hir already damp sheath and nuts, then dripped down onto the bed between hir knees.

"Correct!"

The lights flashed as the next dose was administered. Silverwolf's body was definitely taking on a plump tone, but nowhere was this as obvious as hir round, firm rump and thighs, which filled out nicely. Hir digitrade legs pushed down against the floor, stretching. Underneath the layer of plumpness, thick muscles were strengthening and bulging to support the additional weight.

The wolf's cock throbbed heavily. The urethra bulged as more thick pre-cum bubbled out of the tip, a non-stop stream of white seed. The cock was nearly a foot long and quite thick, at least four inches at it's widest point just above the stretched sheath. Hir knot was coming in quickly as well, forming a large ball inside the sheath.

Hir large breasts expanded a bit more on hir chest, squeezing together of their own accord as shi wriggled. Hir movements made them swing back and forth and shi moaned as shi felt them pull hir forward.

"Question 6: Finish this saying: Rome wasn't built in a..."

Silverwolf's rump pressed back against the bed, spreading out and flattening somewhat as shi wriggled back and forth, trying to think of the answer.

"A day," the wolf gasped, trying to clear hir mind of lust as hir cock throbbed more and more urgently.

The heat between hir legs was driving hir wild, shi knew, and combined with the heavy new weights on hir chest, and hir newly enlarged, aching maleness, shi wasn't going to last much longer.

The wolf's belly remained fairly slim, despite the padding, so hir hips really flared out noticeably. Hir thick thighs narrowed towards hir knees, giving a bit of a disproportionate look to the wolf's white-furred behind.

From a guess, the host thought the wolf had gone from a size 32-inch waist to nearly 36, but hir ass had grown about twice as much as hir belly. Hir long tail swung firmly, also larger and fluffier as a side effect of the growth.

Hir breasts jiggled mightily, as only truly squeezable tits are apt to, and shi let out a deep moan of pure lust. Hir white claws scraped over the floor as shi moved from one leg to the other awkwardly. Hir paws squeezed at the mattress, shredding the fabric as shi writhed.

"Question 7: Finish this saying: A stitch in time saves..."

Silverwolf's mind degenerated in a haze of lust and pleasure. Unable to think clearly, with such an aching cock and pussy, shi could only moan.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!"

An eruption of white cum sprayed up into the air, arcing in a beautiful curve before splattering down onto the stage floor. The continuous stream moved as hir cock jerked up, splattering more back towards the writhing wolf and painting hir green fur white.

"I'm sorry, that's very incorrect!" said the fox, watching as the plump wolf came buckets.

He turned away from the impressive showing as stagehands wielding umbrellas moved in to free the squirming wolf.

"That's all for Silverwolf. Let's give hir a big round of applause!" the fox said. "We'll be back after these commercial messageeeeEEEees!"

The fox was abruptly grabbed, flipped around, slammed against the floor and straddled. Sharp white claws tore open the front of his black slacks as the large, plump wolf leaned over him. Hir breasts smothered his face as hir dripping cock rubbed against the jacket of his suit.

Hir teeth nipped his ear.

"You better get hard immediately!" shi growled, grinding hir hips down against him.

The fox yipped and tried to scramble away, but the wolf was having none of it. Hir plump ass wrapped over the skinny fox's hips, pinning him easily as hir soft, damp fur ground down against him. Hir flesh and pelt jiggled delightfully around the fox's smaller body, exciting him despite his muffled, halfhearted protests.

The camera's focused in on the fox's wide eyes, just visible beyond the large breasts pushing around his muzzle. He flashed the camera a look that seemed to say, "Why not?"

The last thing the cameras recorded before cutting to break was the red fox's paws slapping in against the wolf's ample rump and sinking into the firm bottom nicely, eliciting a low moan of approval from the larger canine on top.

EPISODE 10

The host smiled as he announced the first contestant.

"Please welcome to the show... Baaliam!"

A tall red lizard stood up in the audience and made his way down to the stage. A long tail swung behind him, through a hole in the back of a pair of jeans. A white t-shirt clung to his chest and stomach, outlining his lithe frame.

He hopped up on stage next to the host, who held out the microphone.

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

Large eyes stared at the host from within two large black ovals on either side of the lizard's face. The ovals ended in points above his eyes and under his cheeks.

"Savannah, Georgia," he said, running his tongue over his dark red lips.

"Great to have you!" the host said brightly. "Now, if you'll be so good as to head to the center of the stage and get ready, we'll bring out... The Wheel!"

Baaliam was led to the middle of the stage, to an upright hospital bed. A technician strapped his wrists and ankles down, leaving him little slack, while another technician inserted an IV into his arm. The IV was connected to a large bottle of pink fluid. The black and white label read "Patented Transformational Chemicals."

The Wheel, a vertical spinner, was rolled onto the stage. Unlike previous episodes, however, this time the options were all blacked out.

The host grinned and wagged his red tail happily. "Will you spin The Wheel and accept your fate?" the fox asked. "As you can see, this being the April Fool's episode you'll have no idea what your fate will be..."

"Ya, dude!" the lizard said loudly, wriggling excitedly. "Bring it on!"

Smooth red skin covered Baaliam's body, except for several black markings on his chest and belly of the same color as the circles on his face. His tail tapped back and forth as it lay between his legs against the bed. A small white towel laid across his lower belly provided a modicum of modesty.

The fox nodded and spun The Wheel. It clacked around, finally halting. The host lifted up a piece of tape and peeked beneath at the text printed on The Wheel, then flashed a grin at the contestant. A technician came up and the fox whispered the results to her.

"Very well! Let's play... Questionable Content!" the host said.

The first two doses of the chemicals dripped own the IV into Baaliam's arm as a reward for spinning The Wheel as the host readied his questions.

Almost as soon as they entered the lizard's bloodstream, the chemicals created a warm sensation across his chest and stomach. Baaliam shivered as the cool studio air crossed his smooth skin, and he was grateful for the warm lights shining down all around him. Besides providing warmth, they also illuminated him for the cameras filming him from all angles.

"Question 1: True or False: April Fools' Day is only celebrated in America."

"False," the lizard said, squirming a little as his chest warmed further.

"Correct!"

Lights flashed and the bell rang as the next dose dripped down the IV.

Baaliam gasped at the sudden sensitivity in his extremities. He curled his fingers and tail while flexing his toes. The third dose made him shiver - he could feel something happening already.

"Question 2," the host continued quickly. "Finish this phrase: Like a lamb to the..."

"Slaughter," Baaliam replied.

"Correct!"

Again the congratulatory lights and bell, and another dose of the chemicals.

Baaliam's tongue flicked out as he inhaled through his nostrils. His erection pushed at the towel, one of the many effects of the serum. He slapped his tail against the bed as the tingling moved from his fingers and toes up, concentrating on his crotch and chest.

The lizard's red skin rippled as he flexed his arms and legs against their restraints, testing them out as his arousal grew, leading to a thick length stretching out from his hips. The small white towel draped along the length rather than cover it up.

Baaliam's chest swelled a little, forming two mounds under his skin. The new breasts were small, but exceedingly sensitive, and Baaliam shuddered as bundles of scales formed at the caps of each - nipples on a reptile. All part of a day's work on Questionable Content...

"Question 3: Finish this saying: Children should be seen and not..."

"Heard," the lizard said thickly. He looked a little surprised as his words slurred somewhat, and flicked his tongue out nervously. The light red muscle disappeared back into his snout quickly, but there as something different about it, as though it had increased in length.

"Correct!" the host announced.

Baaliam blinked owlishly at the lights as they flashed again, but hissed with pleasure as the next dose was administered. His chest was growing steadily, filling out into full-fledged mamilla.

Lower, his erection flexed upwards. The towel fell to the floor, over one of his feet. Baaliam shuddered and arced his back suddenly as a burst of tingling pleasure erupted beneath his cock.

Shi craned hir head down, trying to catch a glimpse of hir new feminine sex, but hir wrists wouldn't allow hir to move far enough forward. Hir long tongue flicked out again, this time unfurling farther than before.

Shi hissed pleasurably as new sensations ran up hir spine. Hir cock flexed again, thicker now as it became fully aroused. It stood upright and leaned back against hir smooth stomach, a lighter shade of red than the scales on hir body.

"Question 4: Finish this saying: A chip off the old..."

"Block," Baaliam hissed between hir lips. As soon as shi finished speaking, hir tongue unfurled once more. This time, however, there was not one, but two tongues.

Baaliam's tongue had split and grown into two long, equal-sized muscles. The tips reached down almost to hir growing nipples.

"Oh... Ah bet dis makesss it hahdah ta talk nah," the lizard mumbled,eyes narrowing a bit.

With only a little practice, the lizard found shi could control each tongue easily. Shi giggled aloud as shi weaved them around in the air, then pulled them back into hir blunt snout comfortably. Shi grinned and shivered again as hir breasts grew larger, stretching upwards as hir skin grew to accommodate the increased size of each mammary. C-cups already, they hung nicely on the lizard's chest, as smooth and sleek as the rest of hir.

Baaliam's erection inched upwards, throbbing thickly over hir smooth, slightly rounded belly. Below, under the cock, the slit denoting hir new pussy inflamed somewhat. Shi ground hir thighs together as the need increased, and the cameras were prevented from getting a better view of the lizard's inner thighs.

"Question 5: Answer this riddle: Both of these things can tell the time accurately, but one has hundreds of moving parts and the other has just one - and it doesn't move. What are they?"

Baaliam winked at a wolf-naga in the audience as he thought about hir answer. Both of hir tongues dropped from between hir thick lips, this time joined by a third. Longer than before, they stretched down eagerly, two going to hir nipples and the third between, over hir deepening cleavage.

"Uhh... a clawk an' a sahndahl?" the lizard mumbled around the three long tongues protruding from hir mouth.

"Correct!"

This time the lizard ignored the lights and bell, barely noticing the serum, as shi stretched hir neck down. Shi groaned heavily as two of hir tongues wrapped and stroked hir thick, nearly purple nipples, while the third snaked lower, between hir breasts, to slather across hir belly. The tip brushed against the head of hir aching shaft and shi froze for a moment.

A thick burst of pre-cum splattered hir belly and Baaliam let out a huge moan of arousal. Shi could taste hir own salty seed on hir tongue and nearly blushed as shi realized what shi was doing to hirself on live television. Shi leaned back and sucked in all three tongues. Curiously, hir cheeks didn't bulge as they retracted. Hir head looked exactly the same, yet hir tongues were at least five or six times longer than the solitary one had been before. They weren't much thicker, but obviously stronger, judging from how adept the lizard was at moving them around.

Baaliam's thick erection flexed again, curving up to smack against hir smooth red stomach, as the tall lizard continued to grow.

"Question 6: Two boys have the same parents. They were born at the same hour of the same day of the same month, but they're not twins. Why?"

Baaliam's head leaned back. The circles around hir eyes made them seem larger as shi blinked, trying to focus as pleasure tingled through hir entire body.

"I've... I've heard this before!" the red-skinned lizard gasped, hir voice clear now that hir tongues were withdrawn. "I can't remember what the answer is..."

Shi paused to moan. Hir long tail smacked against the bed heavily as a thick trickle of clear fluid leaked from hir sensitive new pussy. Above, hir cock dribbled a stream of pre-cum as hir arousal flooded hir head, making it difficult to focus.

"God... it's got to be so simple," Baaliam gasped, wishing shi had access to Google or something to look up the answer.

The host tapped his foot. "Your answer, Baaliam?"

"Diff... different years!" the lizard cried out, in a flash of not only insight, but also pre-cum.

Wet drops of white seed arced through the air and splattered across hir heaving red breasts. The dark nipples pointed straight out, thick and hard.

Baaliam's mouth dropped open in a satisfied grin as the host announced the answer correct and another dose of the serum ran though hir body.

Hir three long tongues... no...

The host started. Four tongues?

The lizard grinned eagerly as four long prehensile light-red tongues flopped from between hir lips. Two returned to hir breasts, now so long they could wrap entirely around each breast before the tip teased at hir nipples.

Lower, the other two began to wrap around hir throbbing maleness. Shi leaned hir head down and found hir tongues were longer than shi thought, several feet each already, and one lifted from hir erection, to dive between hir thighs.

Hir eyes closed as pleasure rippled through hir body. One tongue squeezed around hir cock, wrapping it from the head down to the base and squeezing hotly. The other lay along hir cleavage and belly, rippling as the last few inches explored hir new, dripping pussy. Shi moaned and panted as shi played with hir aching nipples.

Drops of saliva ran down all four tongues, falling wetly onto hir smooth skin and leaving hir glistening under the bright lights. Hir D-cup breasts jostled back and forth as hir strong tongues massaged them. Hir hips thrust outwards lewdly, as far as shi could, as shi teased hirself more and more.

"Question 7," the host began. He was interrupted by a piercing squeal of pleasure from the lizard as hir pussy came, drizzling down thick fluid over the inside of hir thighs. Hir cock followed quickly after, spraying cum across hir flat tongue. Hir body jerked and spasmed as shi came, and though the host asked the question, shi didn't hear it and was in no shape to answer.

The buzzer sounded as shi flopped back against the bed. Hir four long tongues wiggled in the air, pulling back partly into hir muzzle as shi closed hir eyes. Shi breathed heavily, not moving much as the stagehands released hir from the restraints.

"That's all for Baaliam!" the fox said, turning to a camera and grinning. He liked it when the contestants were too tired to come after him. "Let's give hir a hand!"

The fox brushed his paw on his slacks, feeling something land on his fur. It came back, and cursing the bugs this time of year, he brushed his paw over his pants again.

Something wet slid over his other paw and he looked down finally.

Baaliam's long tongues circled his wrists, holding them firmly and squeezing, preventing the fox from turning around. He let out a yip as hir other two tongues reached around and undid his pants. He was surprised at their deftness, but mostly dismayed at the ease with which shi got his pants down around his ankles.

The lizard's smooth body pressed up behind him, dragging hir still-hard erection over his red-furred rump. One of hir tongues caressed his ear, making it twitch, as the other wrapped around his sheath and squeezed. Baaliam's heavy breasts flattened against the hosts backside as he tried to squirm away.

The cameras focused on his open muzzle as, after a few moments, he succumbed to the teasing. The fox's sensitive ears, both teased once by long, flicking tongues, twitched madly as he panted hard. His foxhood popped out of his sheath and began to harden immediately to its full arousal.

"If you can't beat 'em," he said to the camera.

He was about to finish the line when the lizard thrust forward, eliciting a long moan from the well-abused fox.

"John am!" Baaliam gasped, as shi felt the vulpine's warm red rump squeeze down around hir still hard shaft.

The lizard's long tongues not only held the host's arms wide to the sides, but caressed his ear and slowly stroked his red shaft. The fox's look of pure bliss was the final image capture by the cameras before the commercials began.

"Please welcome to the stage our next contestant... Rosey!"

A gray-skinned canine stood up and made her way down to the stage. Bright silver hair bounced on her head as she took the steps two at a time. Fur-less, as Chinese cresteds tended to be, her lean body was accentuated by the lights of the studio as she climbed up on stage next to the host.

"Welcome to the show, Rosey! Where are you from?" the host asked, holding out the microphone.

"Northeast Ohio," the canine replied with a grin.

A pink cherry blossom above her left ear matched the color of her eyes. Her dark gray nose twitched as she looked around, and the host motioned for her to head over to the upright hospital bed in the center of the stage.

"While Rosey prepares, let's bring out The Wheel!"

The Chinese crested stripped, displaying her slim body as she was strapped into the bed at the arms and wrists. A small white towel was laid across her lower belly as The Wheel was pushed onstage.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" the host asked, gesturing towards its many options.

1. Fan Favorite
2. Muscle Madness
3. Nippledick Nightmare
4. Prehistoric Predator
5. Fountain of Lust
6. Terrific Taurification
7. Contestant's Choice
8. Green Thumb
9. Sensational Centaur
10. Grower Not a Shower

"Yes, I shall!" the Chinese crested said happily. She shivered a little in the cool air of the studio. No fur meant she depended more on her clothes for warmth, especially as she was a bit on the skinny side.

The fox sent The Wheel spinning. It clicked and clacked around noisily, slowing gradually, and finally landed on...

"Contestant's Choice!" the host announced. "So, Rosey, what'll it be?"

"Hmm... I choose... Fountain of Lust!"

A stagehand came up with a waiver for the canine to sign. She took one look at what the transformation would entail and shook her head.

"Oh, gosh... never mind. How about Prehistoric Predator?"

The host nodded as The Wheel was pushed back off stage.

"Very well! Let's play... Questionable Content!"

The studio lights swirled around madly for a few moments as the first two doses of the Patented Transformational Chemicals dripped down the IV fitted in Rosey's arm. A flush of warmth spread across hir body quickly, making the fur-less canine wriggle happily. Shi giggled excitedly and watched the fox, waiting for the first question.

"Question 1: What is the word for a group of otters in water?"

"A raft!" the canine said.

"Correct!" the host announced. The bell rang and the third dose was administered to the canine, who grinned broadly.

Hir long tail, ending in a terrific length of loose hair, wagged excitedly as shi wiggled her ankles, similarly covered with a band of long silver hair.

She felt the warmth increase and blushed as a trickle of fluid slid down her inner thigh. She was already quite excited; the aphrodisiacal effects of the serum didn't help.

"Question 2: How many dick-nipples does the Fountain of Lust transformation entail?"

A heckler in the audience yelled "Not enough!" as another yelled "Too many!"

The hairless Chinese crested squirmed before answering.

"Six!"

"Correct!"

The bell rang and Rosey was given a fourth dose of the serum. She shivered as her breasts grew heavy, hanging from her chest grandly as they began to swell.

Lower, between her thighs, the heat was increasing. She could also feel a strange shift in her lower belly and groaned awkwardly. Her long tail flicked and she wriggled her hips as her body warmed all over.

Rosey's canine teeth began to lengthen gradually, soon jutting past her lower lip.

"Question 3: Name two countries on the Asian continent besides China and Japan."

"Russia and Mongolia!"

"Correct!"

Rosey really squirmed as the next dose dripped down the IV. She felt hot all over and the tension in her lower belly was increasing, along with the size of her fangs.

As she squirmed, a light fuzz of dark gray fur grew in over her body. Matching her skin tone, it was hard to see it until it grew in more fully, but soon the new pelt was shimmering under the studio lights.

The formerly-hairless Chinese crested gasped as her large breasts tingled. Her nipples felt warm and ached with a need to be stroked. She tugged her wrists at her restraints and growled as she was prevented from touching herself.

Lower, Rosie's hips shifted back and forth as she ground her thighs together, a common symptom among contestants. Her inner thighs were quite damp already, a symptom of her arousal. Her need only grew as the small white towel began to tent with a suspicious bulge.

"Question 4: Name two of the countries that form the United Kingdom."

"England... and Scotland?" the canine gasped out.

"Correct!"

Another dose dripped into the IV as Rosey squirmed and moaned. Her pelt thickened rapidly, growing several inches long across her entire body. The canine's slim chest and hips expanded gradually, while her arms and legs experienced rapid muscle growth and soon bulged against her new pelt. The defintion was visible even benath her thick new pelt.

Her long tail thumped against the bed as she stretched out her legs and moaned deeply. By the time she was finished stretching, she'd grown several inches in height, though already her shoulders were starting to hunch over.

The white towel suddenly raised into the air. A dark red cock jutted from Rosey's hips, carrying the towel upwards with it, exposing the base of the shaft and the tight gray sheath and heavy testicles below.

Rosey leaned her head back and howled loudly as hir new erection throbbed meatily, curving upright within a few heartbeats.

"Question 5," the host asked, once that loud howl ended. "Where are the 2012 Olympic Games to be held?"

"Lon... London," Rosey growled roughly through hir large fangs.

The sharp white canines curled down over her lower lip, approaching the bottom of her thickly furred chin. Shi stretched hir bulky body again, no longer the slim hairless female shi was at the start of the show.

The Chinese-crested-cum-wolf groaned again, lustily and unabashedl, as hir heavy red shaft throbbed and flexed. The towel wrapped around the tip slid off onto the floor. Shi shivered, feeling hir aching lips rub together between hir legs, and curled hir toes against the floor, scraping thick black claws against the tiles.

Rosey shuddered as hir large breasts, at least two cup-sizes larger by now, hung firmly on hir expanding chest. Thick black nipples capped each breast, poking easily through hir long pelt. Hir waist stayed slim and lean, though definition was building under hir pelt. Silver fur coated hir inner breasts and thighs, a sharp contrast to the gray coating hir arms and back.

"Question 6," the fox said, glancing nervously at the canine's throbbing ten-inch cock, "What American news network was recently barred from broadcasting in Canada because of laws prohibiting journalists from lying?"

"Carrie Underwood!"

The fox paused. "Sorry, that's incorrect."

The buzzer sounded and the wolf-like Chinese crested growled as shi was released. Hir paws surrounded first hir breasts, checking out their enhanced size and heaviness, then hir new erection. One paw slipped between hir legs and shi growled at the lust emanating from hir loins.

The fox turned to a camera. "That's all for Rosey! Let's give hir a hand!"

Rosey's pink eyes blazed beneath thick brows. The furry ruff around hir neck and chest fluffed out as shi sighted hir prey.

The fox didn't know what hit him. Rosey launched hirself from behind, hitting him square in the back with a loud roar.

Crouching over the trembling host, Rosey's lips quivered in a deep snarl as the host rolled onto his back.

The host was about to call animal control when Rosey suddenly licked his nose and panted, hips shoving forward needfully across the fox's belly. Shi even whined a little and grinned at him, head tipping towards the back recovery rooms. Hir large breasts ran over his chest and the full power of hir musky scent flooded the fox's nostrils.

The host stared at hir, eyes wide, and slowly, almost imperceptibly, nodded.

Giggling, the hulking Chinese crested lifted the fox up and slung him over hir shoulder, then loped off to the recovery rooms in back. The cameras followed hir retreat for a few moments before fading out to commercials.

"Please welcome out next contestant... Mike!"

A skinny green dragon stood up in the audience. At nearly seven feet in height, he was still imposing despite the smoothness of his body. A tail nearly as long as he was trailed behind him.

A white t-shirt and blue jeans hid most of the dragon's body, but the smooth blue of his neck was still visible. The bridge of his snout was also blue, a lighter shade than his darker horns, which curved slightly back over the top of his head. Large green ears swiveled rapidly. Pale purple hair was pulled back in a ponytail between his shoulder blades.

DMM hopped up on stage and grinned at the host.

"Welcome to the show, Dragon Man Mike! Where are you from?"

"Well, you can call me Mike, it's easier!" the dragon said, laughing. "I'm from Vancouver, Canada."

"Oh, we've had a few Canadians on the show already," the fox said. "They're aboot as much fun as you can imagine!"

The Wheel was pushed up before the fox could let loose with any more Canadian jokes, and a stagehand guided the slender dragon over to the hospital bed. He stripped, revealing more of the pastel blue skin covering his chest and belly, as well as a pair of dark red stripes on the outer biceps of both arms.

Mike smoothed his purple hair with his blue claws as before his wrists were strapped in, then his ankles. An IV was inserted as the host motioned to The Wheel.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel, Mike?"

1. Fan Favorite
2. Muscle Madness
3. Nippledick Nightmare
4. Prehistoric Predator
5. Fountain of Lust
6. Terrific Taurification
7. Contestant's Choice
8. Green Thumb
9. Sensational Centaur
10. Grower Not a Shower
11. Ballooning Balls
12. Gummy Goodness
13. Audience Participation

"Of course I'll spin!" the dragon said, grinning so broadly the ridges of his snout crinkled. "It's why I wanted to be on this show!"

The dragon's extra long tail weaved behind the bed as his slim hips shifted back and forth smoothly. He tapped his foot excitedly when the host spun The Wheel, watching it go round and round.

"Fan Favorite!" the host announced.

After collecting votes from the audience, the fox glanced at the results and shook his head.

"Udderly Fantastic!"

Mike grinned at that and shivered with anticipation as the studio lights swirled around. The first two doses of the serum - his reward for spinning The Wheel - flowed into the lime-green dragon's vein and he leaned his head back, trying to remain comfortable.

"Question 1," the host said, as the warmth of the transformational chemicals spread across the slender dragon's body, "What does the acronym 'ROFL' mean?"

"Rolling on the floor laughing," the multicolored dragon said quickly.

"Correct!"

The next dose ran down the IV line into Mike's arm and he shivered. Already he felt pressure building in various places on his slim figure. His long tail weaved more quickly behind the bed before the length wrapped all the way around and strapped itself to the handrail.

Mike shivered as his erection slowly pushed free. It rose into the air slowly, thickening as it went, until it bobbed in the air at an angle towards the audience. His rubbery skin slid together between his legs as a tingle made him want to reach down and rub the afflicted spot. With his arms bound down to his sides, however, he could do little about it.

Mike huffed as his small nipples expanded from tiny nubs into larger aureole. Half green and half blue, the circles were colored darker than the surrounding skin.

"Question 2: Name a singer that goes by only a single name."

"I would have to say Prince!" Mike had to say.

"Correct!"

The fourth dose entered the dragon's bloodstream quickly and he shivered. His nipples perked, still growing, as two large mounds formed below them, causing them to lift outwards gradually.

Mike's erection jerked and flexed as a burst of pleasure made him groan. Between his legs, the pressure had intensified - he knew it could only be one thing and he licked his lips, anticipating the pleasure it would bring.

A rounded, large ball pushed from Mike's belly, causing his rubbery skin to stretch around it. Small bumps formed in two rows along he bulge on his belly, six in total. He gazed down at them expectantly as the host asked the next question.

"Question 3: Name a condiment that features bacon as a primary flavor."

"Ahh," Mike said knowingly. "That would be Baconnaise."

"Yes, it would!" the host said.

The lights flashed and the bell rang. Another dose dripped down the IV, speeding Mike's gradual changes.

A-cups turned to B-cups quickly and the dragon huffed, feeling his sensitive nipples continue to firm and grow. Below, between his legs, he let out a gasp and pushed his hips outwards. Another moment, and he pushed his rump back against the bed.

A lusty groan escaped hir long snout as the tingle exploded into a multitude of raw nerves. The dragon's new feminine sex grew in nearly fully aroused and damp; Mike sucked in a few sharp breaths, trying to get the feelings under control.

"Question 3: Name two states that contain parts of Yellowstone National Park in the United States."

"My geography is a little-," Mike started. Shi paused and moaned hugely as hir thick length jerked upwards smoothly. "-rusty, but I think it's Idaho and Wyoming as well as Montana."

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the lights flashed; another dose was administered.

Mike shuddered as hir nipples tingled madly. Shi curled hir blue claws up into hir palms, wrists pulling subconsciously at the straps. Shi wanted desperately to be able to pay some serious attention to hir nipples, but hoped, perversely, shi wouldn't be able to for quite some time.

Hir pale blue belly pushed outwards, lightening dramatically in color the large it grew. There was a clear line of demarcation around the bulge, where the pale flesh met up with the dragon's normal-colored rubbery skin.

The six small bumps, all equally spaced in two lines along the growing belly, also increased in size and length, soon drooping over limply. As the belly continued to grow and fill, however, the nipples thickened considerably, soon pointing straight outwards, rising up into the air.

Mike gasped and moaned as hir damp thighs squeaked together. Hir maleness pressed up along the bottom of hir belly, though it was now definitely more udder-like. The milk-sac hung down, pushing hir cock straight out. The shaft was the same blue color as hir belly, so contrasted nicely with the light pink flesh of the udder growing from hir belly.

Above the udder, hir breasts came in nicely. Teardrop shaped, capped with a slightly-upturned nipple each, the sides of the breasts were the same shade of green as hir arms and legs, while the centers and cleavage were the pale blue of hir belly.

"Question 4: What is the name of the sea-going mascot of a popular peanut butter-based breakfast cereal?"

"Cap... Captain Crunch?"

"Correct!"

Mike's shoulders pushed back as the next dose dripped down the IV. Shi groaned lustily and bucked hir hips a bit, causing the large udder hanging from hir stomach to slosh around. It continued to grow, stretching hir rubbery skin as it filled with more and more dragon-milk. Hir breasts grew as well. The limited space on hir narrow frame soon ran out and the bottoms of hir breasts rested on top of the round udder.

The dragon's six thick udder-teats throbbed. Each was larger than hir nipples, but those too were large and straining outwards at the ends of hir heavy breasts, now creeping past C-cup in size.

Hir thick erection thickened considerably as it was pushed down. The head was still visible - just - as hir heavy udder pressed down over top of it. The blue shaft dripped a few thick beads of pre-cum down to splatter on the floor between hir blue-clawed feet.

Mike gasped and rolled hir hips, causing hir udder to swing side to side. The sound of the liquid inside was nearly audible as all six thick teats swung back and forth. As shi settled back again, hir udder came to a rest. It pushed out from hir belly quite far, at least two or three hand-lengths in width not counting hir hips and waist. The peach-colored flesh continued to swell and grow with more and more milk as the seconds ticked by.

"Question 5: How do you say 'melon' in Japanese?"

"Oh... that's a hard one... I think it's... ???!"

"Correct!"

Mike moaned deeply as the next dose entered hir body, already drastically different from the slim frame that was first strapped into the hospital bed.

Hir breasts pulled at hir chest, increasing more rapidly now, reaching D-cups and then going beyond. They squeezed together on hir narrow chest. Hir large nipples stretched outwards. Almost pointed at the tips, they blunted just enough, cone-like down to hir broad aureole. Each was dark blue and throbbing noticeably as the dragon inhaled deeply, tongue darting out to wet hir lips.

Shi curled hir toes against the floor, gouging the floor with hir claws, and bucked outwards. Hir erection, nearly a foot wide and four inches thick, shot a few thick bursts of pre-cum. The tip barely pushed past the large udder hanging off hir belly.

Mike's muzzle dropped open and a strangled groan eked out from hir tight throat as all six teats simultaneously began to drip. The release of the growing pressure in hir udder sent a wave of pleasure through hir body. Hir long green tail pushed out behind the hospital bed, going nearly straight, before laying limply against the floor.

The sweet scent of the dragon's milk mixed into the air, combining with the heady musk of hir arousal. Even the host sniffed the air curiously and shook his head, grinning broadly. Who knew the dragon would produce such sweetly-scented cream?

"Question 6: How do you say 'banana' in Japanese?"

Mike panted hard, but managed to gasp out hir answer.

"It's... it's... ???!"

"Correct!"

The eighth dose focused on size alone, now that the major physical changes to the dragon's body had been accomplished. Hir large udder swung and jiggled as hir large breasts filled out more quickly. Hir erection throbbed, still pushed down nearly horizontal by the firm milk-bag laying atop it, as it pushed past sixteen inches in length.

Mike pulled at hir restraints eagerly, but hir eyes hadn't yet glazed, as many contestants' would when faced with such a wall of pleasure that an aching pussy, hard cock, large nipples, and six teats would provide.

"Om nom om," Mike said for no particular reason.

"Question 7: Name two members of the Mystery Machine crime-solving team besides Shaggy and Scooby."

"That would... Oh, God yes... that sexy vixen Daphne..."

Mike paused as hir thick erection shot out a few extra large spurts of pre-cum.

"And... Velma!"

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the lights flashed, but Mike barely noticed. Shi closed hir eyes, moaning heavily as hir large E-cups smooshed together and hung from hir chest, pressing warmly against the top of the swell of hir udder.

Hir nipples began to throb. Each was at least four inches long and almost as thick. Dragon-milk began to dribble out of hir nipples, matching the flow of hir six thick teats below.

"Yeah... Velma," Mike moaned, imagining getting that sweater-wearing hottie underneath hir.

Hir erection thickened considerably as it pulsed, each jerking movement seeming to cause it to grow larger and larger.

"Question 8: What kind of rainbow goes all the way across the sky, it's so beautiful."

"A double rainbow," the dragon groaned.

"Correct!"

Mike shuddered at the tenth dose and thrust hir hips lewdly forward, causing milk to spray in six different directions from all six wrist-thick teats.

The multicolored dragon's blue chest heaved as shi inhaled sharply, biting hir lower lip as thick cream leaked from hir fat nipples. Hir breasts continued to grow; hir measurements changed rapidly and the screens monitoring hir growth displayed a rolling upwards count rather than any fixed digits.

At almost eight inches thick, the dragon's erection was formidable, though it didn't appear to be as long as it actually was because of how hir peach-colored udder lay across the top of it. Still, the large blue length curved upwards, dribbling thick pre-cum constantly now, adding to the mess of leaking white fluid.

Mike gasped and moaned, wriggling back against the bed. It was hard to tell which was more jiggly - hir tits or hir udder.

"White Russians for everyone!" the dragon moaned out headily.

"Question 9: What's the primary alcohol in a White Russian?"

Mike drew in a ragged breath, but didn't have too much trouble coming up with the answer, despite the tingling pleasure causing hir whole body to jiggle.

"Khalua... and... vodka!" shi moaned out haltingly.

"Correct!"

Eleven doses had severely affected the once slim dragon. Hir hips had expanded to accommodate hir udder, though hir waist remained the same, lending hir a nice hourglass figure. Hir huge tits, now well past E-cups and pushing into H-cup territory, looked immense even on hir near seven-foot frame.

Over twenty inches of light blue cock speared out from Mike's hips, under hir large udder. The shaft was nearly eight inches across. Hir thighs bulged, thicker now as muscles grew in to allow hir to support hir increased weight. Shi pulled at the restraints around hir ankles and groaned deeply again. Pleasure threatened to swamp the rubbery dragon's body and hir eyes finally glazed over; shi stared blankly upwards, hissing and moaning between tightly drawn lips. Hir fingers clenched and unclenched rhythmically as hir thoughts focused entirely on satisfying the fire in hir loins and draining hir stretching udder and tits.

"Question 10," the fox said, remembering that now that they were into double digits he could start asking easier to think of math problems. "What's the square root of 16?"

"Eight... no... wait! Aw, fuuuuuck!" the dragon moaned. "I need cock!"

Shi tugged at hir restraints desperately. The buzzer sounded and stagehands rushed in to free the visibly distressed dragon.

"Well, that's it for Mike!" the fox said, turning to the cameras. "Let's give hir a big hand!"

Mike staggered forward, dripping thick milk and cum from hir tits and udder and cock, not to mention the fluids sliding down the insides of hir thighs. Shi tried to grab at the fox, but before shi could reach him, a gate lifted under the stage.

The fox hopped out of the way as a swarm of brown, stumpy-legged otters rolled onto the stage.

The host grinned broadly as he watched the stunt otters go to work. The bevy was like a living tide as more than a dozen of the squeaking mammals, each no more than four feet tall, latched onto the dragon.

Six clung gamely to hir shuddering udder, a muzzle going to each to release the pressure. Two more crawled up, standing nimbly on their compatriot's shoulders to reach hir dripping nipples. Three joined forces to take hold of hir nearly two and a half foot long erection, while one went around to the back and gamely clung to hir lower back. His hips thrust rapidly, driving his cock into hir pussy. His blunt, pale brown muzzle broke into a satisfied smile - obviously he'd pulled the long straw.

The otter pile was more than enough to subdue the oversexed dragon. Shi was brought to hir knees by the swarm and let out a howl. Hir green and blue and red body shuddered as shi came, brought to orgasm quickly by the efficient and nimble team of host-saving otters.

The cameras lingered on the scene, catching flashes of webbed paws stroking over the dragon's wrist-thick nipples and nearly ten-inch thick erection, before finally cutting to commercial, ending the view of the very messy otters and the even messier dragon.

EPISODE 11

[CONTENT WARNING: Gender transformation (m -> h, f -> h), Breast Growth, Cock Growth, Nipple-cocks, Muscle Growth, Plant Transformation, Plant Tentacles, Masturbation, Facial, Otter Pile]

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"Please welcome our first contestant of the night... Damun!"

A gray wolf in the audience stood up and headed down the stairs. A loose red button-up shirt and black slacks complemented the wolf's features nicely.

He climbed on stage next to the host and grinned, tail wagging quickly. The underside of the tail of a lighter gray color, near white at the tip.

"Welcome to the show, Damun!" the fox said, holding out the microphone. "Where are you from?"

"Panamal... I mean, Panama City, Florida!" Damun said.

"Great! While you get ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

Damun was led to the center of the stage to an upright hospital bed. Once he'd unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his pants, the stagehands strapped in his wrists and ankles, then laid a small white towel over his lower belly, hiding his naughty bits.

The wolf grinned shyly as he felt the towel drape over his sheath. His thick tail curled between his legs and over his lower belly, further obscuring the view.

The Wheel rolled onto the stage next to the host, in view of Damun and the audience.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" the host asked, gesturing towards its many options.

1. Muscle Madness
2. Nippledick Nightmare
3. Fountain of Lust
4. Terrific Taurification
5. Green Thumb
6. Sensational Centaur
7. Grower Not a Shower
8. Ballooning Balls
9. Gummy Goodness
10. Lovable Lycanthrope
11. It Goes to Eleven
12. The Buck Stops Here

"Do I pick? Or is it random?" the wolf asked.

"It's completely random," the host replied. "Knowing that, will you take the chance and spin?"

Damun grinned. "Let's spin it hard and fast."

"Very well!"

The host sent The Wheel spinning, clicking and clacking around as the rubber stopper hit the pegs. It gradually slowed, eventually stopping on...

"Nippledick Nightmare!" the fox announced.

Damun shivered as the first two doses of the Patented Transformational Chemicals dripped down the IV attached to his arm. They spread a warmth throughout his chest. With how fast his heart was beating with excitement, they soon spread throughout his entire body.

Thew wolf gasped when his sheath bulged, already responding to the side effects of the drugs - namely, mass arousal.

"Question 1: What species besides a fox, like me, has hosted Questionable Content in the past?"

"Bunny?"

"Correct!"

The lights swung around and the bell rang. The third dose of chemicals quickly entered the gray wolf's bloodstream and he shivered.

He blew upwards, pushing some brown fur away that was hanging over his green eyes. The thick ruff of fur around his shoulders and neck fluffed out as a tingling sensation focused in on his nipples. He shifted his hips, trying to get more comfortable, but succeeded only in causing the small white towel to fall off and drift to the floor, revealing the pointed red tip of his cock peeking out of his sheath.

"Question 2: How many seasons did the original Star Trek television show last?"

"Th... three!"

"Correct!"

Another dose dripped down the IV tube as the bell rang. Damun's tail unfurled and lay flat against he bed as a rush of pleasure washed over him. His cock flopped out and drooped over in mid-air, pointing towards the audience. He inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down, but the chemicals were doing their job well.

Stamping his digitrade legs, the wolf pulled at the restraints on his wrists. Between his legs, an unbearable, tingling itch had formed, under his balls. As his nipples grew more puffy, pushing from his chest fur, he moaned and huffed lightly.

"Question 3: What language is the original "99 Red Balloons" by Nena sung in?" the host asked. "As a clue: It's one of the very few times this language doesn't sound super angry."

The wolf had to pause to think and calm himself down as he felt the full effects of the drug go to work on his slim body.

"German!"

"Correct!"

The fifth dose hit Damun like a hammer. He lay his head back and gasped as a strange new sensation sent signals up his spine, to his spinning brain.

Damun groaned deeply and shifted hir hips, scraping hir inner thighs together ineffectually as the ache in hir new pussy grew quickly in full-fledged need.

Hir cock hardened up, stiffening to full arousal. Even Damun's knot began to form, though it was still within hir tight gray sheath.

On the wolf's chest, hir twin black nipples poked out from hir light gray chest fur. They were much longer than before and obviously thicker. Two small breasts supported them, but for now shi still looked flat-chested.

"Question 4: Can you stop the rock?"

The wolf tilted hir head to the side, very unsure about this latest question. The lust continued to build in hir body, hir need growing, but shi couldn't' figure out where to start.

"N... no?"

"Correct! You can't stop the rock!"

The bell rang and the next dose flowed through the IV. Damun shuddered and tipped hir muzzle back as hir large nipples quivered. Each was almost four inches long now and about two inches thick, but they were still only supported by A-cup breasts.

Below, hir red canine shaft jerked upwards and dripped a bit of pre-cum down its length. Between hir legs, hir thighs grew quite damp as lust overtook any lingering shyness. Shi wagged hir tail rapidly between hir legs and stomped hir feet, though shi was unable to lift them very high because of the restraints.

Damun's nipples continued to outpace the growth of hir neck, until each black teat was hanging over. As the wolf inhaled deeply, though, they started to curve upwards, hardening as an erection would.

"Question 5: What is the smallest state in the USA?"

It was a simple question, but the sensations wracking the wolf's body made it hard for hir to think. Shi squirmed with need as the fur between hir thighs and surrounding hir sheath grew matted with various fluids.

"Rhode... Rhode Island!" shi gasped, almost barking out the answer.

"Correct!"

With the next dose, the wolf's chest filled out rapidly. C-cups formed swiftly, lifting the hard and jerking nipples out into the air. Each black length was now over six inches long. The tips were pointed and similar in shape, overall, to the canine's erection.

Damun's red cock had grown as well, pushing past eight inches and rapidly approaching ten as shi jerked hir hips, thrusting outwards lewdly and whining loudly as tingling pleasure ran over hir entire body. Hir dark gray fur puffed out again as a particularly thick shot of pre-cum spurt out the red tip of hir shaft.

With all the squirming the wolf was doing, the two fat nipples on hir chest swung crazily. Soon fat drops of a thick cream were flinging from the tips as the hard lengths throbbed achingly. Damun pulled at hir restraints, desperate to get hir paws around hir nipples.

Despite hir distractions, the wolf's ears perked at the next question.

"Question 6: What is the most populous state in the USA?

There was a scuffle in the audience as the show's mad scientist, normally kept locked up backstage, broke free and jabbed a syringe into one of the viewers. Security wrestled them both to the back while Damun tried to focus on what had been asked.

It was another easy question, but the wolf was bouncing hir breasts up and down, trying to get at hir new nipples. It was maddening, to feel such a need and be unable to sate it. Shi almost failed on time before shi finally answered the question.

"Cal... California," shi moaned, tongue hanging limply from hir black lips.

"Correct!" the fox said, surprised. He thought the wolf was going to fail on that one.

Thick white cream dribbled from both dick-nipples now. They jutted out of hir chest, almost eight inches long and half that in thickness, giving them a blocky, oversized look despite the D-cups hanging off the wolf's chest.

Below, hir red shaft hit a full foot in length. Hir knot finally popped free of hir sheath, making hir gasp and thrust hir hips again. A few spurts of pre-cum accompanied the sudden shock of the cool studio air caressing the thick knot.

Damun's eyes crossed a bit when shi felt the super-sensitive nerves in hir knot throb, but hir whole body went limp when shi felt two similar knots forming at the bases of hir nipple-cocks. The round balls at the base of each spurting dick-nipple caused the lengths to increase rapidly, until they were nearly the same length as hir original cock between hir legs.

Three streams of pre-cum pumped from the wolf's hypersensitive body now, staining hir dark gray fur. The pre-cum ran all the way down hir belly, thighs, and calves, and pooled on the floor around hir feet as shi lay back, gasping and shivering, unable to even move at this point as the three thick erections drove hir into a state of carnal bliss.

"Question 7: How many holes are in a standard bowling ball?"

The questions were simpler and simpler, but at the same time harder and harder to answer. Hir focus was blown. Shi had to pleasure hirself immediately. She didn't even really hear the question, Damun just kept hir eyes on hir altered body, tongue stretching towards hir fat nipples, trying to find a way to get off.

Shi took too much time, however, and finally the buzzer rang.

"I'm sorry, that's time!" the fox said. "Let's hear it for Damun, everyone!"

The audience applauded as stagehands came forward to release the dripping wolf. Hir DD-cup breasts jiggled with every movement, causing the thick, foot-plus dick-nipples in constant motion. Below, hir regular red cock had started to flex rhythmically, on the verge of orgasm. The flood of clear fluid wetting down the fur of hir inner legs had similarly increased in pace.

As soon as Damun's paws were free, shi gripped each thick nipple in a paw and stroked them roughly.

The host turned to a camera. "We'll be right back after these commercial messages!"

As he grinned at the camera, waiting for the fade out, three simultaneous streams of warm white wolf-spunk splattered on his head, neck, and backside.

He was quickly spun around by the wolf, who stood directly behind him, and got a faceful of thick cream from both nipples. The wolf grinned at the camera over the fox's head as shi came on the host, continuing a long tradition of destroying suits.

The cameras faded out as the fox's tail hung wetly against his leg.

"Couldn't you have at least let me undress first?" he complained to the grinning wolf.

"Please welcome our second contestant to the stage... Dez!"

A lean silver dragon stood up from the crowd and made his way down to the stage. A black hoodie with a red stripe going down each arm clung tightly to his frame. The hoodie was unzipped, so that it fell open to reveal the thick, pointed plates covering his chest and belly.

The dragon was very slim and tall. Large red wings stretched out behind him as he climbed onto the stage, unfurling grandly. The silver skeleton of the wings contrasted with the dark red of the membranes.

He folded his wings back up and grinned at the host, brushing some red hair from his forehead. His long, narrow snout was ridged with a few more thick scales, but his cheeks and lips were smooth. Pointy spikes ran down the back of his head and neck, all the way down the middle of his back, and over his long, whip-like tail.

He hooked his thumbs into the waist of his tight black pants as the host held the microphone towards him.

"Welcome to the show, Dez!" the fox said. "Where are you from?"

"Oh, just from Illinois," the dragon said. "And please, no otters."

The host nodded and motioned for Dez to head to the center of the stage, where a stagehand was waiting to strap him in. It took the dragon a little work to get his pants off because of he size of his plantigrade feet, but soon he was naked and leaning back against the mattress, carefully adjusting himself so his sharp spikes laid flat against the mattress.

As he was strapped in, The Wheel came out.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" the host asked, motioning towards the different options listed.

The dragon tilted his head as he examine the list. "You now what... I think I'll just stick with the regular."

There were a few disappointed boos from the audience, but the fox just nodded and pulled out his question cards. The stagehands finished prepping the silver dragon as the lights focused on him, illuminating his shiny scales.

"Question 1: How many keys are on a standard Western keyboard's number pad?"

"Hm... I believe... 17."

"Correct!" the host said, red tail swishing as he watched the dragon.

Dez smiled as he felt the first dose run through his arm and spread quickly. It was slightly warm and he shivered. The spade-like tip of his silver tail flicked off to his side, carrying the twin rows of spikes on top and bottom with it. The dragon flexed the length, the only part of his body he was able to move unhindered.

"Question 2: The next season of the British television show 'Doctor Who' will feature episodes shot in what country for the first time?"

Dez thought hard for a moment, using every ounce of his Google-fu.

"It's going to be shot in the US. Utah, I think."

"Correct!"

The second dose dripped down the IV as the bell rang. Dez shivered as the warm feeling increased throughout his skinny frame. Silver scales and plates glinted in the bright studio lights as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the gradual tingling building across his body.

He opened his blue eyes when he felt his arousal build suddenly. A red erection the same dark color as his wing membranes pushed from the slit on his lower belly, causing the towel to slide off his smooth scales onto the floor immediately.

The dragon's shaft drooped down, hanging against his thigh, but soon curved upwards gradually as he let out a hiss. Between his thighs, he felt a tingling grow and shifted his long legs back and forth. The sharp, long silver claws on his toes curled into the floor, leaving long scratches.

"Question 3: Singer Marvin Gaye was shot by who?"

Dez winced as his arousal lengthened, pointing nearly straight out.

"Oh... geez, he was shot by his dad, wasn't he?"

"Correct!"

The bell rang and another dose dripped down the IV, the dragon's fourth.

The thick plates on his chest met in the center of his sternum. Now, though, they began to crease and split, leaving half of the plates in the center and half to the sides, as two large, finely scaled breasts formed rapidly. The dragon's new cleavage was lined with the hard plates. More of the thick plate scale clung to the outside edges of each breast, wrapping slightly under to rejoin the silver plates on his belly.

He let out a gasp as the two new, dark red nipples protruded from the centers of each C-cup. About as wide as a half-dollar, they matched the shade of his erection.

Between Dez's legs, the tingling increased. He groaned lustily and nearly forgot about his new breasts as he ground his thighs together.

"Question 5," the host said, interrupting the dragon's moans. "Name two American states that border Canada."

"Oh... uh..."

Dez closed his eyes and gasped, hips lurching.

"Washington and Maine!" shi gasped out, as a flood of clear fluid ran down the insides of hir thighs.

Dez's head leaned back as shi arced hir backside, luxuriating in the raw pleasure from hir new feminine lips. They puffed out with arousal, red and dripping, but the cameras were unable to get a very good shot as Dez clamped hir thighs close together, grinding the heavy plate lining hir legs together roughly.

"Correct!" the host said.

The lights went crazy for a few moments as the next dose was administered. Dez's heavy breathing turned into panting. Tongue hanging over hir lips, shi let hir long narrow snout turn to the side and shuddered as hir thick erection flopped upwards, jerking as it grew completely hard.

Shi could tell already it was thicker than normal. It also felt much more sensitive, though that was likely a temporary effect of the drugs.

Any more rational thoughts about what was happening to hir were brushed aside, however, when shi pumped hir hips out again, unable to help hirself as a twinge of pleasure traveled from hir aching pussy up hir spine, triggering hir spikes to stand straight up. When shi flopped back down, the mattress was ripped nearly in half.

"Question 6: What movie won the Oscar for Best Picture at the latest awards?"

Dez moaned even louder, almost loud enough to drown out the question.

"The King's Speech!" shi said quickly.

"Correct!" the host said.

The sixth dose hit the dragon hard. Shi grunted and thrust hir hips, causing hir D-cup breasts to jiggle plentifully. The thick red nipples capping them looked taut and juicy, and shi grinned down at them, long snout almost able to reach each nub.

Hir chest, still expanding, smoothly met hir narrow waist. The dragon's former stick-like body gradually gave way to additional curves as hir hips flared outwards. Thick padding grew in on hir rump, plumping it up, though it was hard to tell because shi was pinned back to the mattress - the spikes down hir back held hir fast.

Hir erection throbbed and soon thick white pre-cum dripped from the tip. It splattered onto hir silver belly plates and rolled down, over hir thighs. The red length was at least a foot long, having been a good size to start with, but thickened considerably since.

Dez groaned and leaned hir head forward, red tongue darting out, but because hir back-spikes were caught in the mattress shi couldn't curl forward enough to get hir long tongue around a nipple.

Frustrated, shi lay back and tried to focus on the next question.

"Question 7: To what island does Rudolph visit along with his friends in the classic Christmas stop-motion movie?"

"Oh... Island of... Misfit Toys!" Dez moaned out lustily.

Hir follow-up groans were loud enough to shock the audience into a silence as shi tried to wriggle away from the mattress to which shi was pinned. Several thick bursts of pre-cum pumped from the tip of hir cock and splattered onto the floor - the erection was too heavy to point straight up anymore, and leaned outwards from its own weight as it pushed past fourteen inches.

Dez shivered from head to toe. Hir dark red hair slowly lengthened, growing silky and luxurious, eventually falling around hir shoulders and neck. Hir hourglass figure was very different from when shi'd started. The heavy plate scales had shifted and curved in places, accentuating hir new body type.

The dragon's 40-22-38 measurements, according to the screen monitoring hir progress, meant shi was very curvy indeed, and only likely to become curvier.

By the time the host asked the next question, hir long red hair had grown down to hir breasts. Shi gasped as the hair drifted around the sensitive nipples, blown about a bit by the circulating, cool air of the studio.

"Question 8: How many chambers are there in the Congress of the United States?"

Dez humped the air, ignoring the host for a few moments, before randomly shouting "PILLZ!"

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the host announced.

Stagehands came forward and unstrapped the dragon, but found despite their efforts they couldn't get the dragon unstuck from the mattress - hir back spikes were still pushed in too deeply.

Dez didn't seem to mind, though, as hir blue eyes narrowed, looking past hir long snout to where the host was talking into a camera.

"Let's give Dez a big... awww, c'mon!"

The dragon used hir paws to to stroke hirself to a quick orgasm, and expertly guided the thick stream straight to the back of the fox's head. The long blasts faded quickly, but Dez remained rock hard. Shi reached lower, a bit awkwardly because of hir limited range of motion, and teased a finger between hir legs.

Shi grinned at the fox and blew him a kiss as stagehands gave up trying to get hir unstuck and simply rolled the entire bed off the stage.

The fox wiped some dragon-cum from his hair and muzzle and glared at the camera. At least his pants were safe this time.

"We'll be right back with more Questionable Content!"

Before the cameras could fade out, there was a loud ripping noise that echoed through the studio. A flap of wings, a silver flash, and suddenly the host was gone.

The unmistakable sounds of a giggling dragon and a squealing fox echoed from the rafters, followed by a thick torrent of cum that splattered down onto the stage, along with bits and pieces of black slacks and torn mattress, just as the cameras faded out.

"Please welcome to the show... Tilbur and Anton!"

Anton was first to stand up and make his way down the stairs. He was tall, at seven and a half feet, with an average body. Slate gray fur covered the male's body. Silver and blue hair hung down around his head, surrounding his twitching ears.

Tilbur followed close behind. Shi was much shorter, only five-foot-seven. Dark gray rosettes dotted hir otherwise light gray fur. The wolf's long tail swung behind hir as shi followed the much taller canine, watching him with green-blue eyes. Shi shook hir head, tossing hir shoulder-length hair behind hir, and smoothed out the white blouse and plain ruffled skirt shi wore.

Anton stepped up on stage and stood next to the host, followed by Tilbur, who stood next to him, coming up well short of his shoulder.

"Welcome to the show, Anton and Tilbur!" the fox said, shorter than either of them. "Where are you from?"

He pushed the microphone towards Anton.

"Great tah be heah, sah," the tall wolf replied in a thick southern drawl. "Ah hawl frawm Jyahjah."

The fox nodded and turned to Tilbur. "And you?"

The shorter wolf leaned forward into the microphone, a little nervous after having waited so eagerly in the audience.

"All the way from New Zealand!"

"It's great to have you both here!" the host said. "Please stand in the center of the white lines on the stage."

Anton and Tilbur moved into place and glanced up as a large, clear box was lowered around them. Stagehands quickly fastened it tight to floor, creating an airtight seal, as another on top of the box checked the atomizer that would deliver the transformational serum in aerosol form.

"You both know how this works?" the host asked. "Either of you can answer questions. The gas will flow into the cage continuously until one of you answers incorrectly or is unable to answer."

The fox paused and nodded towards The Wheel, which was brought out quickly.

"You can both spin The Wheel, which will have certain options unavailable on the normal single-player game. Additionally, our scientists have devised certain inhibitors that will prevent either of you from deriving any pleasure from touching yourselves. Only the touch of the other person in the cube with you will lead to any kind of release."

Finished with his long-winded explanation, the host allowed the contestants time to undress and pass their clothes through a slot in the box, as well as examine the choices on The Wheel.

"Haha, that's gonna make it more interesting," Anton said to Tilbur.

"It's just cruel," the smaller wolf replied, shaking hir head as shi stepped out of hir skirt.

The options on The Wheel were both intimidating and interesting.

THE HYPERCAGE WHEEL

1. Temporary CTF
2. Fountain of Lust
3. Terrific Taurification
4. Ballooning Balls
5. Muscle Madness

The host spun The Wheel hard and grinned at the result.

"Muscle Madness!"

Anton grinned at Tilbur. "Well, I've been looking to get into better shape," he said, patting his stomach.

"I think this goes a little beyond better shape," Tilbur said, recalling the hot cougar who'd set a record on the same option.

"The gas will start when you correctly answer this first question," the host said, readying his cards. "Question 1: The can-can dance originated in what country?"

"You go first, I'm not good with dances," Anton said.

"Looks like you want to take this one?" Tilbur said at the same time.

"So if we don't immediately know the answer we Google it, right? And what's the time time limit?"

The host pretended not to hear, because obviously no contestant would ever look something up on Wikipedia. Obviously. That would be cheating! Besides, there was no computer inside the Hypercage!

Anton's ears perked. "France!" he hollered, remembering the answer as he recalled his long-forgotten History of Dance class. They teach that down in Georgia. Required core curriculum.

"Correct!"

The faint hiss of the serum entering the air was all the noise as both contestants glanced upwards, then at each other.

Anton stretched out his arms, getting ready for what was to come, and grinned out at the audience on the other side of the cube.

Tilbur shook hir fur and reached down, adjusting hir balls to rest more comfortably on top of hir plump thighs.

"Question 2," the host said, wondering if these contestants were going to move to far corners of the cube to try and stave off the lustful effects the serum would induce. "Name two American presidents who came from Southern states."

Anton decided to move into the corner as Tilbur did, and they grinned at each other as they leaned back against the clear plastic.

"Jimmy Carter and George Bush," Anton replied quickly.

"Correct!"

The slow hiss of the gas and the slight pink tint to the air were the only outward signs the two were getting dosed by the chemicals at all, but the serum worked faster in aerosol form.

Both wolves groaned simultaneously as a warm feeling hit them. Tilbur shivered and curled hir toes against the floor, tail wagging quickly back and forth. Shi tested out the inhibitors by sliding a paw across hir C-cup breasts, but it was as the host said - nothing. It felt like shi was teasing someone else's breasts.

That made hir think of the tall Southern wolf in the opposite corner of the cage, and shi grinned, hoping the taller male would grow a set sooner than later.

Anton, for his part, was breathing slowly, relaxing himself, and trying to avoid getting erect already. His nose twitched as he inhaled the serum-laced air, each breath drawing more and more into his body, where it rapidly increased hormone production.

"Question 3: How many Air Force bases are in the state of North Dakota?"

The tall wolf answered quickly.

"Two!" he said, thinking it odd such a small state would have such a military presence. Protecting the country from Canada, or something.

Tilbur grinned. "I know we said we'd do them one after another, but thanks. I'll take the next one," shi said, eying the other wolf's chest for tell-tale signs of growth.

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the lights swirled around, casting shadows inside the cube.

Anton stiffened and let out a grunt as his erection pushed free of his sheath, hanging out over his white-furred nuts. The tall wolf's cock was impressive, even soft, thanks to his height.

Tilbur wasn't far behind. The shorter wolf's sheath bulged up nicely before a smaller, though no less impressive shaft pushed out into the air, bobbing thickly as it curved upwards.

Shi licked hir lips, watching as Anton's cock grew stiff. Tilbur felt a gradual tightness in hir arms and legs and shrugged, trying to loosen up hir body. Shi was about to attribute it to nerves, but remembered what The Wheel had landed on and grinned.

Anton, for his part, wasn't paying attention to the growing tension in his skin but rather the pleasing tingles in his nipples and between his thighs. The tall wolf leaned backwards and panted as he felt two small breasts form, building outwards quickly.

"Question 4: What North Dakota river is known for flooding, and once nearly completely destroyed the city of Grand Forks?"

"The Red River of the north," Anton said quickly.

The bell rang as more gas hissed into the cube. The air was nearly thick with the stuff. Tilbur's tongue licked across hir lips - shi could nearly taste it. The smaller wolf gasped and pressed a paw against hir belly, resisting the urge to slide hir fingers between hir legs as hir feminine sex dampened hir inner thighs. Besides, with the inhibitors built into the aerosol serum, shi knew it wouldn't help anyways.

Anton shivered as his thick erection pointed nearly straight up in the air. Between his legs, the tingling increased in intensity. The fur of his thick pelt rippled across his entire body and he arced his backside suddenly, pressing his shoulders against the plastic wall behind him. His tail wrapped between his legs, so that the tip flicked over his belly.

Anton's knees wobbled a bit as hir new pussy exploded sensually between hir legs. Shi gasped at the sudden, intense ache and the accompanying need, and glanced at Tilbur - the other wolf, it seemed, was similarly affected by the serum, as shi was looking right back.

They stared at each other, both wolves licking their lips and swinging their tails, though they knew they ought to resist for as long as possible.

Anton flexed hir arm, tearing hir gaze away from Tilbur, and checked out the way hir bicep bulged outwards. That was new.

"Oh, that feels nice," shi gasped.

Tilbur watched the tall wolf flex and grinned broadly. The paw on hir belly squeezed and shi groaned, feeling the thick abdominals coming in through hir pelt. By the time the next question was asked, both wolves were sporting impressively toned bellies.

"Question 5: How many members sit on the Supreme Court?"

"Nine," both wolves said simultaneously.

Tilbur grinned and stretched hir arms upwards. Hir formerly lean arms and plump thighs were thickening up rapidly. Despite hir short frame, shi hoped shi wouldn't end up squat-looking. Judging from how the muscles on hir belly were growing in, that wouldn't be a problem - if anything, shi thought hir hourglass figure was enhancing.

Anton couldn't resist the urge to reach down and wrap a paw around hir erection. It felt thicker already - he could barely get hir fingers all the way around. Shi shuddered, but despite stroking the length, shi couldn't really feel anything from it, only a light pressure.

The southern wolf growled as hir unfulfilled desires filled hir head with lusty thoughts about the other wolf trapped in the cage with hir.

"Question 6: What instrument is Louis Armstrong known for playing?"

"Saxa-" Tilbur began.

"Trumpet!" Anton cut in.

"Correct!"

More and more gas was pumping into the chamber now, turning the air decidedly pink and foggy. Tilbur inhaled deeply, shuddering as shi felt hir short body popping outwards with thick new musculature. Shi ran hir paws over hir pelt and breasts - now D-cups, at least - and growled pleasurably at the way hir thick pelt outlined each muscle group. Hir thighs fattened up and firmed, as did hir calves. Even hir toes clenched at the floor more tightly, dragging hir black claws along the tiles.

Tilbur grinned over at Anton, watching as the taller wolf went through the same things as shi did. Shi eyed Anton's thick cock and licked hir lips - hir fellow contestant was packing more than a foot of thick red wolf-cock already.

Anton grunted and flexed both arms again. Already hir biceps were larger. Shi could feel muscles rippling down hir backside and shivered. Hir thick erection bobbed in the air, flexing back and forth. Underneath, a large pair of white nuts jiggled against hir thighs.

"Damn, this feels good," the wolf groaned. "Haven't been in this good of shape since I left the Corps."

"Question 7: How many members of the House of Representatives are there?" the fox asked from well outside the cage.

"Four-hundred and thirty-five," Anton replied quickly, between loud moans.

Tilbur bit hir lower lip, glad the wolf had answered that one - the pleasurable tingles and urges swarming hir body was making it difficult to focus on what the host was saying.

The changes in both wolves accelerated dramatically after the last question. Anton's breasts expanded to C-cups in a matter of minutes, though the thick black nipples capping each breast were oversized. Hir breasts were round and solid, almost meaty. They weren't delicate, teardrops - these were breasts that could take a pounding and keep on going.

Anton's legs stomped heavily against the floor as shi forced hirself to lean back into the corner. Hir cock was still growing, thickening and lengthening with every pulse. Shi squeezed hir rump tight, flexing the glutes, treating the audience to a nice show as hir butt flattened against the clear wall.

Tilbur's breath came in short, hot pants. Hir pink tongue hung out of hir muzzle as shi stared wide-eyed at the other wolf. Hir own cock was achingly hard. Thicker than Anton's by a good inch or two, it was pointing straight out from hips. At about a foot long, it was quite a nice piece of wolf-cock. Hir fuzzy dark gray nuts hung below, swinging back and forth as hir hips shivered.

Tilbur's slim belly showed its definition through the long fur. Hir six-pack increased to an eight-pack as shi slid hir paws over hir breasts, which were hanging down nearly to hir bellybutton at this point. The large nipples capping each breast upturned slightly. Of the two wolves, Tilbur had retained a more feminine appearance, despite how powerful hir arms and legs now looked. Hir biceps were nearly as thick as hir thighs when shi squeezed them around hir breasts, showing off hir dramatic cleavage.

"Question 8: What movie featuring hobbits and orcs and a bunch of rings was filmed in New Zealand?" the host asked.

"The Lord of the Rings," Tilbur said quickly, beating Anton to the punch this time.

The shorter of the two, Tilbur's body didn't get any taller as shi packed on the muscle. About the only soft-looking part of hir at this point were hir huge breasts, each capped with a fat nipple as thick as hir wrists. Hir erection pushed up between the two mounds, fitting warmly into hir cleavage, but even that didn't give hir any satisfaction for the raging fire in hir loins.

Shi groaned deeply and, in hir head, mentally gave up the ghost.

Anton's eyes were closed when shi felt strong paws grip hir new D-cup breasts. The tall wolf's eyes flew open and shi glared down at Tilbur for a moment, before a whine escaped hir lips at the way the short wolf was squeezing hir aching nipples.

"Oh my... hello there, missy," shi groaned out.

Tilbur squeezed hir body in tight against Anton. Being shorter, hir huge breasts flattened against Anton's muscular belly, surrounding his nearly 18-inch long and 6-inch thick cock completely in warm, silky cleavage. Anton's breasts rested on top of Tilbur's as the wolves ground together eagerly.

Tilbur's cock jerked, spurting warm pre-cum across Anton's lower belly. The head of hir cock pressed into the taller wolf's large testicles as shi grinned upwards, a blissful smile on hir face at the friction shi could finally feel as shi shoved hir hips powerfully forward.

"No... no... not yet!" Anton gasped, but shi felt hir paws squeeze down around Tilbur's shoulders to pull hir forward despite the protests.

Tilbur's arms reached around, paws gripping firmly into Anton's hard rump, and pulled forward, making the taller wolf's erection slide wetly through hir sheath. Thick pre-cum pumped from the tip in pulses, quickly slicking down Tilbur's fur.

"Aw, shaddap," shi gasped, thrusting forward eagerly.

"Question 9," the host said, wondering if either of the two wolves would be able to answer, "Who is the current queen of New Zealand?"

Both moaning, spurting wolves took several moments to grind together lewdly before Anton eked out an answer.

"Elizabeth the... the... the... Second!" shi howled.

Hir hips thrust forward heavily, spreading the shorter wolf's cleavage. The tip of hir erection popped free of the top of the breasts as Anton squeeze Tilbur in tightly, just before shi came.

Thick ropes of sticky white cum splattered over Tilbur's muzzle and neck as the taller wolf hunched over a bit, hir powerful arms hugging them close together. Panting hard, hir claws dug into the floor as shi unexpectedly reached an early orgasm.

Tilbur's muzzle opened, closing around the spurting tip, silencing hir moans for a moment as hir huge breasts overlapped hir arms. They were too big to easily get hir arms around by now, but shi kept hir grip on the other wolf's rump, claws digging firmly.

After a few more moments, however, Tilbur pulled back and smacked hir lips. Ignoring the mess Anton had made hir face and breasts, shi gripped the taller wolf's hips and flipped hir around.

Anton's breasts, now D-cups in size, flattened against the clear plastic and lewdly rubbed up and down. Tilbur stepped in behind and tugged on the taller wolf's hips, getting hir to bend hir knees so that shi could reach. Anton's muzzle raised upwards in a howl as the shorter wolf impatiently thrust upwards, jabbing hir meaty erection forward and spreading Anton's achingly wet pussy.

"Question 10," the host said, but as the wolves degenerated into mindless humping, it was clear neither over-muscled, tit-laden canine would be able to answer. "What's the tallest mountain in the world?"

Tilbur's claws racked down Anton's sides as hir huge chest flatted over the wolf's backside. Shi traced the southern wolf's thick muscles eagerly as shi humped upwards, driving hirself to the hilt, so that hir powerful thighs rubbed against the back of Anton's legs.

Anton's knees bent. Hir hamstrings bulged out against hir pelt as shi lowered hirself eagerly over Tilbur's erection. Shi could feel the stretch in the lips of hir feminine sex and gasped again, palms going flat to the wall.

"Mm...mmmount... mmmmmounting Anton!" Tilbur gasped out.

The shorter herm threw hir head back and howled as shi came hard inside the taller wolf, hir aching cock emptying rapidly. More thick seed dripped down to the floor as shi pumped hir hips awkwardly, gasping at the intensity of the orgasm.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the host said, eyes wide at the carnal fuckery occuring inside the cage.

Anton's still hard shaft pumped thick seed over the plastic wall, smearing it with thick white fluids. Shi moaned lustily as Tilbur dragged hirself free, then leaned against hir warmly.

The cage was quickly cleared of the aerosol serum, leaving the air clean, before the cage slowly rose upwards into the air.

The fox turned to the camera. "That's all for Anton and Tilbur!" he said. "Let's give them both a big... big... hand?"

The fox's words faltered as a very large hand indeed closed around the lapels of his suit and lifted him into the air. Four paws quickly shredded his suit, leaving the small red fox wriggling in midair.

Tilbur grinned at Anton. "I take the rear?"

"Sounds good to me," the taller wolf replied.

The fox's struggles intensified as he was roughly manhandled, but his squeal as Tilbur drove forward wetly into his rump was cut off by Anton's erection as shi filled the host's muzzle. The fox was held at an upwards angle because of the difference in height between the two wolves, which gave Anton an easier angle to pump hir cock forward and helped Tilbur take advantage of gravity as shi spread the host's rump wide.

"Let's see just how flexible he is," Anton said with a grin.

"That poor fox," Tilbur said, though from the way shi grinned down at the host's squirming backside, the muscular wolf felt little sympathy at the moment.

Getting spit-roasted live on camera was definitely not in the contract, the fox thought to himself as the cameras faded to commercial.

"Please welcome our fifth contestant of the night... Tanner!"

A curious-looking otter-tanuki hybrid stood up from the audience and bounced his way down the steps. The short male's slightly stubby legs didn't have the sleekness he would have were he in the water, but his brown pelt still shone nicely as the spotlights followed him to the stage.

A light blue t-shirt clung to his lithe chest. Under his neck, a light brown stripe of fur gradually widened before disappearing under his shirt - the color of his belly and chest fur. A dark brown mask of fur surrounded his eyes, while typical tanuki rings circled his large tail.

He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pastel, floral shorts. The front of the shorts bulged out a bit where they wrapped around the tanuki-otter hybrid's natural endowments.

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

The otter's grin stretched disturbingly wide across his blunt muzzle as he looked at the fox.

"Hey, cutie. I'm from Vancouver, Canada. How about you?"

The fox nervously coughed and gestured for the stagehands to guide the otter-hybrid over to the hospital bed in the center of the stage.

The Wheel came out as Tanner stripped off his shirt and shorts, revealing the source of the bulge was a pair of meaty testicles that hung down to mid-thigh, each half about as large around as a softball. A normal-sized light-brown sheath sat on top, connected partly to his lower belly.

As Tanner was strapped in, the host gestured to The Wheel.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" the fox asked.

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Terrific Taurification
3. Green Thumb
4. Sensational Centaur
5. Grower Not a Shower
6. Ballooning Balls
7. Gummy Goodness
8. Lovable Lycanthrope
9. The Buck Stops Here

"Of course!" the otter said, showing the fox his disturbing grin again. So many sharp little teeth...

The host shook his head and glanced away. He spun The Wheel, sending it clattering around, and announced the result once it had stopped.

"Green Thumb!" the host announced.

"Ooh, blast from the past!" Tanner said, wriggling happily. His paws were down by his sides, strapped to the railing, and his constant movement caused the small white towel that had been laid across his middle to fall off before the first question had even been asked, not that it did much to disguise the roundness of the male's balls.

"Question 1," the host said, as Tanner's two free doses ran down the IV as a reward for spinning The Wheel, "How many guitarists played in the rock and roll band, The Beatles?"

"Ringo didn't play guitar, so... three?"

"Correct!"

The bell rang as the next dose dripped down the IV, the third in total.

Tanner shivered and quickly grew erect as the doses worked their way through him, spreading a warm tingling feeling across his chest. His smooth belly sucked in and out as he breathed quickly. The otter's flesh-colored shaft, of normal size for a male his height, looked small because of the size of his large testicles.

Tanner pulled at the restraints, testing them out and finding them secure. He curled his fingers into his palms and shivered as his erection rose up and laid back against his belly, against his soft light-brown fur.

His long tail flapped down between his legs, occasionally revealing the light-brown underside.

"Question 2: What are the two most popular religions in India?"

"Hinduism and Islam," Tanner said, panting a bit.

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the next dose dripped down the IV. The otter shivered as his erection throbbed, already producing thick quantities of pre-cum thanks to his over-sized testicles.

Gradually, the tingling in the male's squirming body localized on three points: his nipples and between his thighs. Tanner gasped as his light pink nipples hardened up. Soon breasts were gradually filling out on his narrow, sleek chest.

Between his legs, the pressure built until he could barely stand it. He let out a moan of lust as the pressure finally broke, only to be replaced by a deep sense of raw lust.

Shi could feel the aching lips of hir new pussy press together as shi squeezed hir short legs and wriggled hir body back and forth, setting hir large balls to swinging across hir hips.

Curiously, Tanner's erection was taking on a bright green hue, starting from the base. It spread gradually all the way to the tip, leaving the squirming otter-tanuki with a bright, plant-green shaft.

Tanner bit hir lips and swiveled hir ears to listen to the next question.

"Question 3: What flower is typically sent in bouquets on Valentine's Day?"

"Roses, of course!" Tanner said quickly.

"Correct!"

The lights flashed a few times and the otter-tanuki squirmed as the next dose added to hir lustful thoughts and movements. Shi grinned hugely at the fox as hir breasts filled out steadily, reaching and passing B-cups quickly.

The fox glanced away, eyes down - he didn't like how the contestant was staring at him with those creepy otter rape-eyes.

Tanner shivered as hir erection swelled slowly, crawling higher up hir light-brown belly. The bright green length was very noticeable now that it had taken on such a strange color.

When the otter-hybrid opened hir muzzle to moan, the cameras caught a flash of green - hir tongue had been similarly changed in color.

Tanner shuddered and rolled hir shoulders around, trying to get comfortable. It felt like there were bumps on hir backside.

"Question 4: Name one thing Francis hates."

"Lawyers. When are they going to get done practicing law and really start to do it?"

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the next dose trickled down the IV.

Tanner groaned lustily and thrust hir hips out. Panting hard, shi shuddered as shi felt hir heavy balls swell further as they bounced over hir short thighs. They hung close to hir knees down, pulling on hir sheath and forcing hir shaft to fall forward a bit.

C-cup breasts also jiggled on hir chest, capped with firm, upturned nipples. Each smooth mound was coated with lush light brown fur and, like all otters, were eminently squeezable.

Tanner clenched hir fingers into hir palms again and shivered. When shi released hir paw and extended hir fingers, hir black claws had turned a dark shade of green. The claws on hir toes caught up soon and matched them.

Hir erection was longer now, several inches according to the readouts on the monitor gauging hir growth. Hir shaft was still small-looking because hir large balls grew even faster, but, Tanner thought, looking down, it was a start.

"Question 5," the fox said, blinking as he noticed small green shoots among the fur on the otter-tanuki's head, between hir flicking ears, "Name one of the pairs of subsequent months that have the same number of days in them."

"July... and August," Tanner gasped. "Summer... my favorite!"

"Correct!"

The small green shoots on top of the otter-tanuki's head formed small bulbs. As the next dose entered hir through the IV in hir arm, they suddenly blossomed into an assortment of colors and species.

Small roses and tulips fought for space with sunflowers and dandelions. Hir ears twitched as shi felt the cool studio air pulling on hir new flowery hair.

The sweet scent of the flowers drifted throughout the studio. Tanner moaned again and grinned hugely as shi felt the bumps on hir backside continue to grow. Shi had an idea what they were, and shi intended to hide them until shi could really put them to use.

The otter-tanuki's chest continued to grow until firm D-cups hung off hir chest, teardrop shaped. They jiggled nicely as shi wriggled. A few green shoots appeared around the nipples, soon blossoming to hide the pink nubs.

One of the flowers from hir head fell off painlessly and drifted down to to the floor. The rose landed among a puddle of white pre-cum - the result of the constant spurting from Tanner's oversized testicles.

"Question 6: Fill in the blank: The Japanese word 'hanabi' meaning 'fireworks' can be literally translated as 'blank fire.'"

The host glanced at the otter's head, a giveaway as to the answer.

Tanner panted hard as shi watched the host's eyes drift up to the top of hir head. Shi grinned wickedly.

"Flower!"

The fox started. "Uh, correct!"

The bell rang and Tanner shook hir head, dislodging several more large flowers. Invisible pollen circulated through the air, but lost its potency the further it traveled. Currently, only the fox was within range. He sniffed the air and glanced down as his pants bulged. Fortunately, the cameras only captured him from the waist up.

Tanner's back arced a bit, pushing hir hips forward, but it wasn't from thrusting. There was something behind hir, squeezed between hir backside and the mattress.

Hir thick erection surged past ten inches in length. The bright green shaft pumped thickly, pouring out loads of warm pre-cum over hir belly and down onto the stage floor as hir large tanuki-style testicles rode lower and lower, covering up most of hir thighs and even parts of hir knees as they stretched down from hir sheath.

Tanner gasped and moaned, head spinning as shi felt more flowers falling from hir hair, only to be replaced with new growths every few minutes. Soon the floor around hir was littered with dozens of brightly colored, sweet smelling tulips and daffodils and other varieties.

Hir aching cock jerks back and forth. The otter-tanuki wasn't sure how much longer shi could focus on the questions, especially not while shi tried desperately to control whatever it was wriggling behind hir. Every movement made hir large breasts jiggle under hir thick pelt.

"Question 7: What's the name of the only NFL team in Minnesota?"

Tanner groaned lustily, but it ended in a high-pitched squeak as three concurrent bursts of thick pre-cum arced from the tip of hir aching shaft and splattered over the floor. Shi desperately tried to think, but the pleasure running through hir stubby body made it impossible.

"Spam!" shi cried out. "Spam! Spam! Spam!"

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the host said, nose twitching as he tried to will his erection to go down. He pulled up his pants, trying to hide it from the audience - he was a professional, damn it.

Stagehands rushed in and undid the otter-tanuki, then quickly backed off, all sporting sudden boners brought about the aphrodisiac in the contestant's pollen.

"Let's give a big hand to Tanner, ladies and gentleman!"

Tanner stood up and lurched forward. As shi did, two thick green vines wriggled out from behind hir, stretching out. Each was nearly eight feet long and at least four inches thick. Broad leaves had grown out of the vines at regular intervals, and from behind, the cameras got a shot of where they grew from between Tanner's shoulders.

The audience gasped at the display and the host turned around. A look of surprise came across his face, but he waited with surprising calmness as the jiggling herm came towards him.

There was a sudden bang from under the stage. A trap door opened and a fuzzy round head popped out. Bright black eyes sized up the situation instantly.

The rest of the sinuous otter rose up out the hole in the stage, followed by another another. As one, the naked, four-foot otters made their way to the groaning hybrid, who was stretching hir vine-tentacles out towards the host.

Squeaks and chirps filled the air as a dozen highly-trained otters quickly subdued the contestant, bringing Tanner to hir knees as tongues and teeth licked and nibbled across hir cock and breasts. Hir vines wrapped around several otters, lifting them into the air and rudely violating them as more began to do the same to Tanner.

It was quite a sight. The pollen in the air made the host's nose twitch and a funny look crossed his face. Before he realized it, he was pulling off his suit jacket and running to join the fray, with the bulge of his erection leading the way.

The camera focused on the squirming mass of brown fur, with occasional flashes of red and green here or there, for several minutes before they had to cut to commercial.

"We'll be riigghhht baaaaack!" came an awkward moan from somewhere in the otter pile.

EPISODE 12

[i][Content warning: M->H, wolf/snow leopard species tf, robot cock, ball growth.][/i]

"Please welcome our first contestant... Nikoli!"

A snow leopard bounced down the stairs towards the stage, tail swishing happily behind him. His long gray pelt was covered with small, dark gray rosettes, the centers of which were a very light brown color.

His broad muzzle curled into a grin and he smoothed his white hair back as he stood on stage next to the host.

"Thanks for being on the show!" the fox said, holding out the microphone. "Where are you from?"

"Vancouver, Canada!" the excited feline said, hopping from one foot to the other. "Not quite the great white in the great white north, but there's snow to play in up in the mountains here."

"Great! While you get ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

Nikoli was lead to the center of the stage, where an upright hospital bed waited for him. As he undressed and was strapped in, The Wheel rolled onstage, pushed by a team of otter stagehands.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" the fox asked, gesturing towards the options.

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Terrific Taurification
3. Sensational Centaur
4. Grower Not a Shower
5. Ballooning Balls
6. Gummy Goodness
7. Lovable Lycanthrope
8. The Buck Stops Here

"I think so!" the snow leopard purred. "Oh, the fountain is up there again! I can't remember if you get a cocktongue or tail with that..."

The host just grinned and gripped one of the pegs. "Well, some things are better left unknown," he said, though he also was afraid of scaring the contestant right off the stage with what the Fountain of Lust really involved.

The fox spun The Wheel hard. It went around and around, clicking and clacking, and finally settled on...

"Lovable Lycanthrope!"

Nikoli's rounded ears perked at that, wondering what that choice entailed, but he didn't have long to ponder - already the first two doses of the chemicals were dripping down the IV into his arm. His long tail swished between his legs as he settled himself back into the hospital bed, purring at the warmth spreading from his arm into his chest and belly.

"Question 1: Flava Flav was a member of which popular rap group in the '80s?"

"I think that was Public Enemy?" the snow leopard said.

"Correct!"

The studio lights swung around a bit as the theme music swelled. The next dose ran down the IV and Nikoli shivered. Blinking his blue eyes rapidly as the lights settled back into place, he licked his lips and wriggled back against the bed in excitement. The small white towel that had been laid across his lower belly began to slide from his thick pelt and soon drifted down to the floor, revealing the white fuzz of his sheath and balls.

The thick ruff of fur on Nikoli's lower neck fluffed out as he took in a deep breath. The warm feeling was really affecting him now, having spread through most of his body. The hormone flood began and soon the tip of his erection was visible as it poked out of his sheath, highlighted by the white fur of his chest and belly and inner thighs.

"Question 2: This singer with a monetary-based stage name wrote dozens of songs during career, including 'Ring of Fire' and 'Man in Black.'"

"Oh... Johnny Cash?"

"Correct!"

Again the lights and music as the next dose was administered automatically. Nikoli grinned and pulled at the restraints around his wrist. The pressure on his arms made his sharp gray claws pop out, but when he tried to retract them, he found they were stuck.

The same happened to his feet as he flexed his toes, and he inadvertently clawed a few gouges in the tiled floor as a result.

The snow leopard's gray pelt rippled over his slim body and he let out a gasp. The nubs of his nipples pushed through his long chest fur, which had previously covered them from view. The fur had hidden the growth of his new breasts, but now the swells were large enough to be noticed.

Nikoli huffed through his large black nose and twitched his ears back and forth eagerly as his erection dropped fully from his sheath.

"Question 3: In the traditional Scottish sport of log tossing, points are awarded not for distance but for what?"

"How the log lands?"

"Correct!"

The lights flashed again, but Nikoli ignored it as he looked down at his chest, where two breasts were swelling rapidly.

Between his legs, he felt a curious pressure and shifted his thighs back and forth. His erection stiffened completely and his claws scratched at the floor again as the snow leopard pulled his paw pads over the smooth tiles.

He let out a moan and pulled at his wrist restraints again. Nikoli's eyes closed tightly and he huffed again, hips shivering as the tingling beneath his testicles increased.

When his eyes flew open once more, the light blue color of the irises had darkened. Now a deep red, they gazed at the host, making the fox take a step back.

The snow leopard wriggled as hir new feminine sex formed suddenly, spreading open between hir thighs. Shi growled sharply and thrust hir hips outwards - the deepness of the growl surprised Nikoli, though, and it cut off abruptly. Looking a bit confused, Nikoli leaned hir head back and panted, letting hir long tongue hang out over hir lips.

"Question 4: David Bowie changed his name when another singer became famous that shared his original name. Who?"

"A Monkee... Davy Jones!" Nikoli gasped.

"Correct!"

Nikoli ignored the lights and music as hir large breast continued to swell. C-cups by now, they'd more than fill hir paws, but the straps around hir wrists prevented hir from doing just that.

Hir thick gray erection bobbed upwards against hir belly. It was thickening up, despite already being fully hard. The barbs under the head glistened in the studio lights as a few dribbles of pre-cum run down the underside. Nikoli's muzzle turned to the side in a funny look when shi felt a sudden tightness in hir sheath and lowered hir head to watch as a thick gray knot suddenly popped out of the tight white-furred flesh.

Shi groaned and thrust hir hips awkwardly, making hir large shaft flop back against hir belly and splatter a bit of pre-cum into hir smooth fur.

Nikoli tried to purr as hir aching cock wobbled, but what came out instead was a deep growl. Shi blinked, but the growling felt good so shi kept it up as shi turned hir head back towards the host, whose tail was stuck out behind him straight up in the air as he watched.

Shi licked hir lips and flexed hir paws, scraping the now black claws against hir inner palms.

The host's tail did not relax when he found his next question.

"Question 5: Microsoft's Bing search engine is in trouble for copying results from which competitor?"

"Oh, no need to Google this one!" the snow leopard said sarcastically.

"Correct!"

The host took a step back when Nikoli lurched forward against his restraints. The snow leopard's jaws opened and shut with a clack. Nikoli grinned at the host, red eyes blazing.

The silver hair hanging off hir head darkened slowly, eventually turning a pitch black shade. The rosettes along hir body followed suit; the dark gray circles turned black, with near black centers, though the rest of hir pelt didn't appear to change shade.

Nikoli panted heavily as hir large breasts hung from hir chest. They were quite large by now and swung back and forth when shi moved. The long ruff of chest fur covered the tops of each mound, hiding most of hir cleavage from view, but it could not disguise their sizes.

Lower, hir taut belly flexed outwards when shi pumped hir hips, making hir erection fall forward, then pull back up to smack against hir stomach. The snow leopard's erection was longer than before, noticeably so as it curved upwards, well past hir bellybutton.

"Question 6: True or false: popping you knuckles can lead to arthritis."

Nikoli's growl deepened and hir large eyes fixed on the host.

"That's an old wives' tale... false."

The host nodded and gulped nervously. "Correct!"

Nikoli leaned back as the next dose entered hir body. Hir black rosettes glinted under the bright studio lights as shi curled hir tail around hir leg. The dark gray tip was now black, a stark contrast to the white underside.

More canine features made themselves known across the snow leopard's body. A pair of fangs poked down over hir lower lip, protruding from hir upper jaws. Beads of saliva ran down the white teeth as shi flexed hir jaw a few times and grinned at the host.

The fox shivered, seeing the look in the snow leopard's eyes. He glanced at hir long black claws and the growing definition under hir long pelt, as well as the sheer size of the thick knot at the base of hir gray cock, and subconsciously tucked his tail over his rump and between his legs.

"Question 7," he began, but paused as the mostly feline contestant's hips jerked and a few thick streams of pre-cum splattered over the floor in front of hir feet.

"Question 7: What part of a horse can you grab and twist in order to release endorphins and immobilize them?"

Nikoli's lower lip quivered around hir protruding upper fangs as shi tried to focus on the question. Hir thick cock stretched up hir belly, the tip nearly disappearing through the thick fur of hir lower breasts.

The wolf-ish snow leopard's growls subsided as shi shook hir head, trying to clear the lustful thoughts about the host from hir mind.

"N... nose?" shi growled out, heavy D-cup breasts swaying side to side as shi wriggled and pulled against hir restraints.

"Close enough!"

The bell rang and the lights flashed as the squirming snow leopard's body rippled with the next dose. Shi panted heavily, long red tongue once more hanging out the corner of hir muzzle.

Hir muzzle had narrowed and lengthened subtly. The pointed nose was still feline, but the silhouette was off a bit. Shi growled loudly as hir aching shaft pointed away from hir body, dragged forward by the weight of the length - it was as thick around as hir wrist and very long thanks to the addition of the canine knot at the base.

Hir breasts wobbled again beneath hir white chest fur, each thick nipple clearly pressing from the strands of fur. Nikoli's growls subsided into a few moans as hir thick erection spurt and dribbled pre-cum, soaking the length and hir large fuzzy balls. The insides of hir thighs, already quite damp from hir arousal, squished together as shi tried to take the edge off the lust shi felt.

The hormone bath rushing through the feline's body made hir large black claws clench into hir palms again as shi twisted at the restraints.

Nikoli's muzzle opened and a loud bark echoed through the studio. The host stared as shi started growling again - the feline substituting the threatening noises for hir normal purring.

Shi grinned at the fox again, lips curling back into a near snarl, and twisted hir hips, making hir thick erection bob side to side.

The host looked away quickly as the snow leopard's breasts jiggled beneath all that chest fur. He couldn't look into hir red eyes - they made him want to run, triggering his flight reaction.

"Question 8: Name one member of the rock and roll band KISS."

Nikoli's barbed, knotted shaft lowered further from its own weight, soon pointing nearly straight out from hir hips. Thick pulses of pre-cum constantly dripped off the tip as the entire length darkened in color, changing hues to a deep red that spread from the knot up to the tip, as though the skin was flushing.

"I'll give you a kiss all right," the snow leopard groaned between hir large fangs. Shi managed to catch hirself though, and finished by saying, "Gene Simmons."

"Correct!" the fox said, backed up to the edge of the stage by now.

Nikoli panted and moaned as the next dose ran through hir system. Hir heavy breasts were squeezing against each other from their size. Each melon was round and firm, with perfectly smooth white fur coating them.

Lower, hir abdominals were now visible under the pelt, accentuated by the shadows cast by the studio lights. More definition appeared on hir legs and arms.

Shi grinned at the fox, but couldn't hold the smile for long before leaning hir head back and growling roughly again. Shi flexed hir erection, drawing the length upwards until the head bumped against the middle part of hir cleavage. The knot at the base was as thick as both of hir hands clasped together.

"Question 9: Potatoes are used to make what popular Russian alcohol?"

Nikoli's head leaned back and shi panted hard. As much as shi tried, shi could not focus on what the question even was. Letting out a long, loud howl that made the host's red fur stand on end, shi pulled at hir restraints, flexing hir large paws and sharp black claws, determined to get them into the host, along with several other things.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the host said.

The buzzer sounded and a few otter stagehands ran forward to release the lupine snow leopard from the hospital bed.

The host smiled into the camera a bit shakily, keeping an eye on the large feline as shi pulled hir arms free and stared back at him.

"That's all for Nikoli... let's give hir a hand!"

The microphone flew out of the fox's paw as Nikoli pounced him. Crouching over him, hand and feet surrounding his shoulders and legs, shi leaned hir hips down, dragging the heavy length of hir dark red shaft across his backside.

The host squirmed, but went suddenly still as Nikoli's jaws clenched around the back of his neck.

"I did get Lovable Lycanthrope," shi growled, lifting the suddenly still fox up off the floor by the scruff of his neck. "Let's see how lovable I can be!"

Standing up, with the fox's neck scruff between hir teeth, shi trotted happily backstage with the limp host hanging immobile against hir large chest, with his legs spread over the feline's huge erection. He whimpered a little as shi started clawing off his clothes - not even the stunt otters wanted to get between the feline and the fox, and remained safely beneath the stage.

The cameras followed Nikoli backstage, where shi happily pulled the fox into the recovery room with hir, leaving only shreds of his black suit behind. As the fox went through the door, his paws shot out, pressing against the sides, preventing him from going in.

Nikoli giggled and reached a paw down between his legs. A few ball squeezes and claw teases later, the fox let go and was propelled inside, followed quickly by the feline.

"Just go easy with the barbs!" the fox whined as the door shut behind them.

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

A turquoise dragon with a shock of blonde hair on top of his head stood up. Two pointed blue horns grew from the top of his head, curving slightly upwards as they pointed backwards.

His long snout smiled. The underside of his chin, his neck, and his belly had a stripe of faded orange scales. It went all the way under him and along the underside of his long tail.

He hopped up on the stage next to the host.

"Welcome to the show, Kagrin!" the fox said. His tail, formerly red, was now a dark black shade, and it swished back and forth lazily behind him. "Where are you from?"

"Jackson, Mississippi," the dragon replied. "It may be hot but the girls are hotter!"

"Great to have you on," the host said. "While you get ready, we'll bring out... The Wheel!"

Kagrin leaned back into the hospital bed, first removing his large red scarf and white shirt. His body was lithe and long, with little definition under his scales. A row of yellow, triangular spikes ran down his backside and the top of his tail, which was fastened down to prevent it from knocking into the stage equipment.

The Wheel was pushed onstage by a few stagehands and the fox motioned to the options.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" he asked.

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Terrific Taurification
3. Sensational Centaur
4. Armed and Dangerous
5. Grower Not a Shower
6. Dick of Steel
7. Ballooning Balls
8. Gummy Goodness
9. Faulty Faucets
10. The Buck Stops Here

"Of course! I wouldn't be here if I didn't already accept it," the dragon said, flexing his large foot claws.

"Dick of Steel!" the host announced, once he'd spun The Wheel.

Kagrin grinned. "That sounds interesting..."

The first two doses of the chemicals ran down the IV attached to the dragon's light blue arm and into his system. Included in the injections were millions of tiny nanobots that would accomplish the non-organic portions of the dragons transformation.

Kagrin smooth belly shivered as he sucked in a breath of air, surprised at the speed with which he could feel the serum spread a gentle warm tingling throughout his body.

"Question 1: What is the name of the school Harry Potter attends in the series of books by JK Rowling?"

"Does a hog have warts?" the dragon said sarcastically. "Hogwarts!"

"Correct!"

The next dose ran down the IV, joining the first two. Kagrin shivered again and flexed his digitrade legs, pulling his ankles against the restraints of the hospital bed to which he was attached. Already the dragon's orange testicles were swelling up and the pink tip of his pointed cock pushed free from a smooth, small sheath. Growing erect quickly, the tip soon bobbed near Kagrin's bellybutton. The pointed tip spread into a smooth length; at the base, inside the small sheath, a larger knot formed quickly.

The dragon's pectorals shifted under his scales and his nostrils flared as they pushed outwards slightly, rounding off into the beginnings of breasts.

"Question 2: What brand of beer is most commonly associated with Ireland?"

"Heinie... no, Guinness!"

"Correct!" the host said, worried for a moment a host would fail on the second question.

The lights flashed, making Kagrin's smooth scales glint under the lights. The orange stripe down his chest swelled further as two nipples grew in, formed of tight-knit, dark orange scales.

Between the dragon's legs, under his hanging nuts, a tingling made Kagrin shift back and forth against the bed and gasp.

Even before the host could ask the next question, a thin line appeared and spread slightly, exposing two new feminine lips behind his orange balls. Kagrin moaned lustily at the feeling of arousal that shot up hir spine from hir new genitalia and shoved hir hips forward eagerly, making hir cock flop back and forth, which the cameras recorded in detail.

"Question 3: What Canadian province with three words in its name - two of the words well-known breeds of canines - was created most recently?"

"Newfoundland and Labrador!"

"Yes, correct!" the host said, eager to move on.

Kagrin shivered again as the next dose dripped down the IV. The swells of hir breasts increased rapidly in size, as well as the width of the dark orange nipples capping them. Hir smooth stomach was soon littered with drops of pre-cum as the dragon's arousal continued to grow.

Licking hir lips, Kagrin leaned backwards and sighed pleasurably as small tingles of pleasure continued to emanate from hir aching new pussy. Shi could feel a trickle of fluid on the inside of hir leg, making hir thighs twitch.

"Question 4: What's 2 plus 2?"

"I think the answer to that is the number of this question. It's four," Kagrin said evenly.

"Correct!"

Shi hissed when the next dose flowed into hir arm and flexed hir entire sinuous body. The breasts resting on hir chest were round and firm, so far not yet large enough to droop down.

There was a glint of metal at the base of the dragon's erection. The nanobots were working from the bottom up, it appeared, as they slowly replaced the dragon's shaft with inorganic components. There was no lack of pleasure, however, as the tiny machines built in receptors to tie the robot-cock into hir central nervous system.

The silver metal was formed into plates. They circled the pink shaft, joined and riveted together at the top. Along the underside, another plate wrapped around the urethra. There were many of these small plates and joints, enabling the shaft to curl and jerk in the same manner as a normal erection.

Kagrin shuddered when the thick draconian knot at the base pushed free of hir sheath. It was entirely metal, a group of joined-together metal plates that curved around to the sides. Like smooth caps, the rounded metal was polished and glinted under the lights.

Kagrin looked down and moaned as shi saw the pink tip of hir cock enveloped in the metal. Shi experimentally flexed the shaft and gasped when the cool shaft pressed against hir smooth belly.

"Question 5: What childrens' boardgame features a variety of equipment designed to allow a person to reach high ledges, which lets the player to jump forward on the board, and slides that move a player back?"

"Chutes and Ladders?"

"Correct!"

Kagrin moaned loudly at the next dose and breathed heavily, jaws hanging open. Hir large breasts swelled further as they began to droop down a bit from their own weight, pulling into teardrop shapes. The thick nipples capping the orange breasts were turned slightly upwards, each about as thick around as a half-dollar piece.

Hir tail tip twitched, though shi couldn't move it much between the turquoise length was strapped down, as was the rest of hir brightly-colored body. Still, that didn't stop hir from wriggling and thrusting hir hips lustily.

Hir metallic erection lengthened suddenly as the nanobots finished their conversion. The polished steel arced upward and curved back only slightly, from the smooth point of the tip down to the large swell of the knot. The metal tube inside, under the plates, delivered several thick bursts of white pre-cum from hir swollen, heavy balls as the metal shaft laid against hir belly.

"Question 6: Who won the French Revolution?"

"The French."

"Yes! One of the very few in which they were victorious," the host said.

The bell rang and the lights flashed again as the dragon got the next dose of chemicals.

Kagrin moaned happily as more thick pre-cum spurt from the tip of hir cock, now stretching far past hir bellybutton. The length had thickened considerably and shi could feel the power of the metal cock as it jerked back and forth.

A sudden knowledge came to hir and shi closed hir eyes, thinking for a moment. The long steel dick suddenly buzzed, vibrating rapidly back and forth.

The fox's muzzle dropped open as he watched the vibrating cock. His rump clenched instinctively.

"Question 7: What voltage does a typical AA battery carry?"

Kagrin grinned hugely as shi watched hir buzzing cock for a few moments before answering, enjoying the feel of it. Shi turned it off with another thought, however, and sighed as the shaft leaned up against hir stomach and lower chest. The smooth plates were jointed together to prevent any sharp edges, so it felt especially smooth against the orange scales of hir belly.

"Is it... one and a half... volts?" the dragon asked haltingly, trying to focus around the pleasure surging through hir mechanical cock.

"Correct!"

Kagrin moaned as a few especially thick bursts of pre-cum splattered over hir D-cup breasts. The thick drops rolled down hir skin into hir generous cleavage, leaving shiny trails behind.

Below, hir swollen testicles had enlarged rapidly. It would take both of hir hands to cup them now, which shi eagerly looked forward to doing once shi was set free.

Kagrin stiffened slightly and gasped as hir pussy suddenly came, an unexpected surge of pleasure that made hir eyes roll back in hir head. The results were evident as some of the clear fluid soaked into the mattress beneath hir; the rest dribbled down hir inner thighs and over hir knees and calves, which the cameras recorded closely.

Kagrin stared at the host, lust in hir eyes. "Come here so I can pump you full of lead!" shi said, shaking hir hips so that hir cock waved side to side.

The fox winced as shi turned on the vibrations once more, filling the studio with the low buzz. Hir mechanical shaft twitched, but the vibrations themselves were so quick it was hard to tell it was even doing it.

Clear fluid began to ooze from between the plates of the cock. It was thick enough to cling to the metal and not be flung off by the vibrations as the dragon's white pre-cum was. The host sniffed the air, realizing what it was from the smell: silicone lube. He managed not to whine, but his ass squeezed even more tightly inside his new suit.

"Question 8," the fox said, forcing his eyes away from the oversized steel dick. "Besides George H.W. Bush and George W. Bush, what other presidents were father and son?"

"You and your son after I have my way with you," Kagrin said, grinning wickedly at the host.

"That doesn't even make sense!" the fox protested as the buzzer sounded.

He turned to the camera as stagehands began to free the twitching, spurting dragon.

"That's all for Kagrin! Let's give hir a big hand!"

A large blue hand curled over the host's shoulders and he tucked his tail between his legs, ears flattening to the sides. The camera pulled back, revealing the dragon behind him. Hir long tail wrapped around the host's leg as hir other hand tore away the seat of his pants.

With a yipe, the host found himself lurching forward onto his hands and knees. The loud buzz filled his ears as Kagrin's fingers gripped his tailbase and forced him to lift his large black tail.

"Don't worry," the dragon said, nudging the heavily vibrating cold steel between the host's fuzzy rump. "It's set on low right now."

The cameras faded after showing a picture of the host's face when shi turned it up to high.

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

At first the spotlights could find the next contestant - only tips of his purple fin-like ears bobbed above the rows as they came down the stairs.

Once at the bottom, however, the cameras could focus on him. Billy was a purple kobold. At only two feet tall, he was by far the shortest contestant ever to appear. His body was proportioned normally, however, and he wore a tight white turtleneck shirt and a pair of loose blue jeans. His pointed tail swung behind him as he climbed onto the stage, getting a boost from a stagehand.

His bare claws ticked across the stage floor and stopped next to the host.

The fox grinned. Finally a contestant he'd not have to worry about overpowering him after the questions!

"Welcome to the show, Billy," he said, leaning down with the microphone. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from the mid-Atlantic area," the kobold said. He smoothed his fingers through his hair. The black strands hung down in the back to his shoulders, but was cut shorter on top.

His long snout had a bit of an overbite, almost like a beak. He licked his lips, waiting impatiently for the fox to finish the introduction.

"Thanks for playing, Billy!" the host said. "While you get ready, we'll bring out... The Wheel!"

The kobold was led to the hospital bed, where stage hands quickly jury-rigged the restraints that would hold him in place, adjusting them for his short size. The bed was more than three times Billy's height.

The Wheel came out on its rollers and the host gestured towards it.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" he asked.

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Terrific Taurification
3. Sensational Centaur
4. Armed and Dangerous
5. Grower Not a Shower
6. Fan Favorite
7. Ballooning Balls
8. Gummy Goodness
9. Faulty Faucets
10. The Buck Stops Here

"Yes, sir! I'm ready to go!" Billy said, flashing the fox a thumbs up sign.

The host gave The Wheel a fast spin. It slowed and landed, after much clicking around, on Ballooning Balls.

After announcing the result, the host pulled out his question cards and watched as the first two doses - the kobold's reward for spinning - dripped down the IV attached to his arm.

Billy's smooth skin shone under the bright studio lights. Almost rubbery, like an amphibian, it stretched tight around his arms and legs and belly.

As the warmth of the chemicals spread through his chest and stomach, Billy sighed and wriggled back against the large bed. The towel laid across his hips, while small on most contestants, was almost like a blanket on him, and covered him from his knees to his chest. Still, a bulge formed in the smooth cloth as he grew aroused from the hormones flooding his system.

Billy shivered and pulled at the restraints, which kept his arms down by his sides. His bare feet tapped against the floor, toes splaying occasionally, as his ankles tugged at their restraints as well, checking them. They were firmly secure.

"Question 1: The Lilliputians were a race of people in what fictional novel?"

"Gulliver's Travels?"

"Correct!"

Billy shivered again, palms spreading wide as the next dose ran through him. Under the towel, the bulge of his erection wasn't all that caused the fabric to lift. At the base of the tube, two spheres began to grow, small at first, but quickly getting as large as golf balls, which on the two-foot-tall kobold was quite generous.

On his smooth chest, the faint outlines of his pectoral muscles rapidly gave way to swelling of a different kind as his breasts appeared, small and flat now, but still obvious on his shiny purple skin.

"Question 2: Wimpy was a character in which popular, long running newspaper comic strip?"

"Popeye," the kobold said quickly, gasping as he felt his newly externalized testicles droop down over his thighs.

He shivered at a sudden tingling between his legs and arced his backside, causing the towel to slid down until it hooked into the tip of his erection. Though his smooth stomach was now revealed, his legs were covered down to his claws.

The tingling grew in intensity, making him slide his thighs together under the towel. His large balls shifted and moved about, still outlined by the fabric.

On his chest, two light purple nipples pushed forward. They were nearly pink in color and quite large for his small A-cups.

"Question 3: What food was Wimpy constantly offering to pay for on Tuesday in exchange for one today?"

"Hamburgers, sir," the kobold gasped out.

"Correct!"

The five-foot-tall fox grinned as he watched the squirming kobold. This was definitely a contestant he liked, not like a certain over-muscled cougar he saw sitting in the audience.

Billy's hips pushed out and he let out a cry of pleasure as the tingling turned into a piercing pressure for a moment. It faded quickly, and shi dropped back against the bed panting hard as warm fluids dripped down the insides of hir thighs.

Shi couldn't focus on the new ache between hir legs, though, as the breasts on hir chest swelled rapidly. Hir short height made the growth seem more than it actually was, but they certainly felt heavy enough. Shi groaned, feeling the nipples start to ache and throb, and pulled at hir restraints, wanting to run hir fingers down the smooth purple swells.

Billy moaned loudly and leaned back into the bed as hir cock jerked a few times, finally dislodging the towel. It fell down into a pile around hir feet and ankles, dragging hir cock downwards as it went.

Free of the towel, Billy's length jerked back upwards and smacked against hir smooth belly wetly. A splatter of pre-cum ran down into hir crotch, between hir thighs. Heavy purple balls hung low on hir thighs, already stretching nearly to hir knees.

"Question 4: What was the name of Popeye's girlfriend?"

"Olive," Billy said between groans.

"Correct!"

The purple kobold ignored the lights and the bell. Shi was far more interested in hir new breasts. Leaning hir head over, shi found hir muzzle was long enough that shi could get the tip of hir pink tongue to slide over one of hir nipples at a time, which shi did with gusto. The relief was minimal, but it was something, and shi moaned hotly as each nipple was quickly slathered in saliva.

Hir taut purple skin stretched around the growing breasts as they moved into C-cup territory. Finally shi leaned hir head back, relaxing hir neck - as hir nipples stretched farther away because of the growth of hir chest, it was harder and harder to reach.

Below, hir shaft continued to spurt thick splurts of pre-cum across hir light purple stomach. Shi was glistening under the lights now thanks to all the liquid running down the sides of hir stomach. The tip of hir cock was nearly pressing into hir cleavage and shi moaned happily.

"Question 5: What was the name of the villain who constantly kidnapped Olive Oyl?"

"Bluto," Billy said.

Shi was panting quite heavily now and unable to even squirm as hir swollen balls quickly outpaced the growth of any other part of hir body.

At only two feet tall, having balls even an eighth of hir size was quite a lot. But each orb was quickly approaching six inches in width and drooping down past hir knees. Billy's oversized balls stretched at the purple skin holding them together, making them go taut, and the cameras focused in on hir thick shaft, where the urethra visibly stretched to accommodate the growing flow of thick white pre-cum.

Billy's cock lay thickly against hir chest. Hir narrow stomach belied the size of the breasts now hanging from between hir shoulders, and they soon surrounded the tip of hir erection, meeting somewhere over hir lower belly.

"Question 6: What famous black and white cartoon character's catchphrase was, "Boop boop she-doop!'"

"Betty Boop," Billy managed to gasp out.

At the top of hir breasts, thick white pre-cum started to ooze up and dribble around the outsides of hir breasts. Shi bucked hir hips then, spearing hir cock between hir heavy tits.

Hir balls jiggled and bounced below. Though the growth of hir breasts and cock slowed, the kobold's aching nuts expanded just as rapidly as ever. They soon covered hir thighs entirely; only a bit of hir knees were still visible as the over-large nuts wrapped around hir legs.

Billy gasped again, almost squeaking with pleasure. Hir long snout opened and shut several times as shi leaned hir head back. Hir ear-fins splayed against the mattress, twitching rapidly.

The host watched the purple kobold as shi shivered and dripped. He didn't think shi would last much longer, not with how eagerly shi was driving hir erection awkwardly between hir breasts.

"Question 7: What is the name of the first cartoon Mickey Mouse appeared in?"

"St... Steam... Steamboat Willie!" Billy cried out.

"Correct!" the host said, watching the next dose drip down the IV.

Hir hips jerked back and forth, making hir thick erection flop forward, sending a stream of pre-cum into the air, several feet past the tips of his own ears. Hir shaft lurched back and smacked against hir large chest, sending drops of pre-cum flying over hir muzzle.

The kobold's two-foot frame stretched outwards against hir restraints as hir large balls hung lower, well past hir knees. Shi was two feet of pure lust now and hir eyes rolled back in hir head as shi fought to regain a bit of composure. It was a losing battle - Billy's throbbing erection and dripping pussy were sending too many pleasurable signals to hir brain to focus on anything else.

The fox was about to read the next question when he noticed Billy staring him right in the eyes. The host paused, staring back, eyes wide. Maybe the kobold was worth worrying about, he thought, tail starting to flick rapidly behind him, remembering previous times he had underestimated contestants.

"Question 8: What is the name of the primary villain in the movie 'Peter Pan?'"

"Cap... Captain..."

The host watched, ears perked. Was shi going to get it right?

"Captain Kirk!"

The buzzer sounded and the fox nodded.

"I'm sorry, Billy, that's hilariously wrong!"

A few stagehands headed onto stage and released the purple kobold from hir restraints. Both of hir hands went to hir heavy balls, squeezing and massaging them as a blissful smile spread over hir long muzzle.

The fox turned to the cameras. "That's all for Billy!" he said. "Let's give hir a big hand!"

There was a tug on the sleeve of his jacket. The fox turned and looked - it was Billy, grinning up at him madly. The small kobold pointed first at him - at his muzzle - then down at hir erection, which was nearly as thick around by this point as hir hips, and the large, foot-long balls hanging from hir waist.

The fox shook his head, but the kobold just grinned and shrugged. Reaching out, shi took hold of one of his fingers, pinching it just right that the fox cried out in surprise and dropped to his knees. With a speed that belied hir small stature, Billy had hir paws around the back of the host's head and his muzzle wrapped around hir spurting cock.

The cameras managed to catch the sight of the fox's cheeks bloating just as they had to fade to commercial.

EPISODE 13

[i][Content warning: 1. Snake-wolf, m->h, taurification. 2. Stallion unicorn, m->h, muscles, taur train. 3. Hyena short-taur, f->h. 4. Phoenix-fox, goo-cock, pheromones, steam.]

Questionable Content is a game show where people answer easy questions. On right answers, they're dosed with chemicals that cause a transformation, nearly always turning them into herms. Additionally, contestants can choose to spin The Wheel, which provides a random unique transformation and two free doses of chemicals. Players are chosen at random from the "studio audience" - the people in the chat of the stream as it's written live.[/i]

"Please welcome our first contestant of the night... Merick!"

A tall, green-furred wolf stood up and made his way down the stairs to the stage. Long red hair cascaded down his shoulders to his lower back, over the t-shirt stretched around his muscular chest and arms.

Yellow, ridged scales on his lower jaw extended down his neck. They could be seen outlined under the shirt going down his chest and belly. The insides of his forearms had similar yellow scales, interrupting the thick green pelt covering him otherwise.

A pair of black shorts covered his midsection, allowing his digitrade legs to move easily as he hopped onto the stage and stood next to the host. Turning his eyes on the host, he grinned broadly, allowing the fox and the cameras a view not only of his vertical pupils but his sharp teeth and flicking snake-like tongue.

"Welcome to the show, Merick!" the host said, blinking rapidly. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from the mountains of Kentucky!" the snakewolf said loudly.

"Great to have you," the host said. "While you get ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

Merick was led to the center of the stage by one of the stagehands to where an upright hospital bed waited. Merick's long tail - green fur on top, yellow ridged scales along the underside - swung back and forth behind him, wagging as a wolf's tail would but pointed like a snake's.

As the snakewolf undressed and was strapped in, the host walked over to The Wheel.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" he asked, motioning at its many options.

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Terrific Taurification
3. Sensational Centaur
4. Armed and Dangerous
5. Fan Favorite
6. Ballooning Balls
7. Gummy Goodness
8. Faulty Faucets
9. The Buck Stops Here
10. Taursplosion
11. Sluggo

The Wheel spun around and around, finally settling on...

"Terrific Taurification!" the host announced.

Merick winced as the IV was attached to his arm, but as the lights flashed and the first two doses ran down the plastic tubing, he grinned at the cameras. The first two were his reward for spinning The Wheel.

A couple stagehands came out and adjusted the hospital bed, removing the lower half so that only Merick's upper back was supported, le8aving room for him to grow beneath it, between the outer support struts.

Merick shuddered as he felt the chemicals spread a warm, tingling feeling over his body. His chest twitched as he tested out the restraints around his wrists. Thick yellow scales lined his chest and stomach, outlining the definition of his abdomen nicely. The scales melded into his pelt at his sides.

Under the small white towel that had been laid across his midsection to preserve his modestly, the obvious and thick tube of his sheath bulged in response to the first two doses of the chemicals.

"Question 1," the host began. "The serial comma is used to separate words in what?"

"Conjunctions?"

"Correct! The serial comma comes before the final 'and' or 'or' in a list," the host said.

The lights flashed and the bell rang as the next dose dripped down the IV.

Merick gasped and shivered as the tingling increased in intensity. His hands stretched out, revealing the black pads on his palms, then clenched in tightly. Already the thick yellow scales on his chest were expanding and stretching outwards; the slightly darker yellow nipples capping each pec stretched as well, growing slightly thicker.

The towel was drawn upwards as Merick let out a hiss of pleasure.

"Question 2: What is the oldest branch of the US military?"

"The Army," Merick replied quickly as he tried to settle back down against the upper half the hospital bed.

"Correct!"

Merick ignored the lights and the next dose as he stared down at his midsection. The towel draped over his erection slid off and fell in a heap next to his flexing toes, but what was really concerning him were the large, bony protrusions extending from the front of his hips. He grunted and stamped his feet as they quickly pushed out, covered in the same green pelt as the rest of him.

His back cracked as his spine lengthened, curving body at a strange angle at the hips. As the new legs reached the floor, his rump was pushed backwards, farther away from his shoulders, and he pulled at the restraints on his wrists as his lower body swelled and filled out.

His new forelegs flexed and twitched as he tested out the new muscles and joints connecting them to his upper body. In the back, his erection flopped between his two hind legs, having been carried back along with the rest of him. His long tail stretched out past his legs, flicking rapidly back and forth.

Merick sighed as he felt the last few pops and cracks as his new underbody settled into shape. The yellow scales running down his upper chest and stomach ran down between his forelegs and over his underbelly, ending around his hind leg's inner flanks.

"Question 3," the host said, not giving the new snakewolftaur much time to adjust to his new four-footed stance, "What car's name had to be changed in order to be sold in Mexico because the name meant 'Doesn't go' in Spanish?"

"Nova?" Merick said uncertainly.

"Correct!"

The next dose - the fifth in total - ran down the IV. Now that the snakewolf's taur-transformation was complete, the effects of the serum on the rest of his body was much more noticeable. His dark green pelt rippled across his entire body and he tugged at the restraints on his wrists once more as the tingling in his chest grew. Soon large breasts formed, hanging from his upper half nicely. At only C-cups, they were sure to continue to stretch as the snakewolftaur answered more questions.

His ridged belly sucked in as he gasped, feeling more strange tingling under his tail. He stamped his hind legs as best as he could and chewed on his lower lip, eyes closing.

"Question 4: What famous document begins with, 'When in the course of human events...?'"

"The Declaration of Independence," the snakewolftaur gasped.

"Correct!"

As the next dose was administered, Merick's eyes opened widely a low groan of pleasure escaped hir lips. Though the camera's tried to get a clear shot of hir new feminine sex, it was hidden beneath the broad base of hir swinging tail.

Nearby, Merick's testicles swelled, descending lower as hir long erection bobbed upwards against hir underbelly. Shi leaned hir head back against the hospital bed and shivered happily as it throbbed; a thick trickle of white pre-cum dripped from the tip onto the black tiled floor beneath hir.

Shi tried to push hir hips forward, but because of the way shi was strapped to hospital bed, with hir taur-half underneath the bed where it was folded upwards, shi had little room to maneuver. Frustrated with the efforts, Merick shivered again and leaned backwards as hir thick erection continued to grow.

"Question 5: From which country did the immigrant workers largely responsible for building most of the railways in the American West hail?"

"China," Merick said.

"Correct!"

The snakewolftaur's long lower half flexed and stretched as the next dose hit hir. Shi shuddered and groaned as hir erection speared past a foot length, its growth accelerated along with the size of hir body. Hir heavy testicles hung down nearly to the knees of hir hind legs as, under hir tail, hir aching pussy begged for some kind of friction.

On hir upper body, Merick's chest continued to grow in nicely, swelling into the D-cup range. Most of the definition in hir chest was replaced by now with large, firm breasts, each covered completely with smooth, ridged scales.

Merick's long snake-like tongue flicked from between hir lips and shi grinned as shi felt hir large nuts swinging between hir legs. The fuzzy tip of hir pointed tail swung widely across the studio floor as shi panted, hir whole body incredibly aroused from the constant flood of hormones caused by the transformational chemicals.

As hir thick erection swelled past fourteen inches in length and nearly six in thickness, the host asked the next question.

"Question 6: Who was the last president of the Soviet Union?"

Merick grunted and let out a low moan as shi tried to think of the answer. The tip of hir pointed erection dropped lower with the weight of the entire shaft and a thick canine knot began to form inside hir stretched yellow-scaled sheath.

"Gorbachev?"

"Correct! Mikail Gorbachev was the last president of the Soviet Union," the host said.

The lights flashed and the bell rang, but something was wrong with the chemical delivery system. A stagehand came on stage and checked the lines of the snakewolftaur's IV, but there were no visible problems.

Merick glanced over, eyes a bit glazed, and watched as the stagehand tried to get the flow going again. The otter stumbled on a patch of pre-cum, though, and fell heavily on top of the small control panel hanging from the reinforced IV stand.

The IV line was suddenly filled to capacity with the pink chemicals and Merick's entire body stiffened. The vein in his arm was quickly filled as two more engineers ran on stage and tried to stop the flow. But with the equivalent of more than a dozen doses already in the snakewolftaur's bloodstream, pulling the IV out had little effect.

"What bad luck!" the host thought, taking a step back as Merick's muzzle opened to emit a throaty roar of pleasure.

Merick's eyes squeezed tightly closed and shi leaned hir head back, muzzle hanging open. Hir forked tongue hung out over hir lips as hir chest swelled dramatically, increasing in size from a firm D-cup into HH-cup range in a matter of minutes.

The host listened to the producer in his earpiece and nodded - there was nothing they could do but wait for the chemicals to run their course. The stagehands waited nervously nearby, ready to run out and free the struggling taur when signaled. With the IV out, there was no danger of additional chemicals entering Merick's body, but with such a high, concentrated dose it was anybody's guess what would happen.

Merick's hips shuddered and hir knees - all four them - shook quite badly as hir erection speared forward, slapping upwards hard against the scales of hir underbelly. Thick gushes of pre-cum erupted from the tip, splattering against the floor in front of hir forelegs. The entire length grew as rapidly as hir breasts, reaching eighteen inches, then twenty-two, before easily breaking the two-foot mark. The host watched, eyes wide, as the moaning taur's balls dropped lower, until the bottoms of the roiling scaled pouches pressed into the floor.

Hir hind legs squeezed around the huge shaft, which only made hir moan all the larger. Merick's head fell forward, tongue still hanging out. It draped across the swells of hir breasts, the bottoms of which were obscuring hir bellybutton and the thick definition of hir stomach. The two nipples capping each enormous mammary darkened as they grew thicker, nearly four inches across.

Merick's body continued to react with the high, accidental dose of the chemicals for another ten minutes, during which the cameras kept rolling. Medical technicians waited at the side of the stage, but the monitoring equipment showed the snakewolftaur was in no real danger - hir vitals were all fine the whole way through hir rapid, accelerated growth.

Finally, however, Merick's growth leveled out and slowed, leaving hir panting and exhausted.

The tip of hir erection pressed between hir forelegs, well over three feet long and nearly a foot thick. The large canine knot popped out of hir sheath, adding to the throbbing, veiny length. The ball of the knot was half as thick again as the erection jutting from it.

Hir breasts were off the scale, though despite their size they hung from hir chest nicely, with no unsightly drag. Round and firm, they expanded around the sides of hir chest, so even from behind they were clearly visible.

Merick's loud moans and grunts, as well as the glassy look in hir eyes, led the host to believe shi couldn't answer any more questions even if they could ask. The supposedly foolproof equipment had never failed like this before and there was no contingency plan for what to do.

The producer buzzed in his ear again. The fox nodded, then motioned to the otter stagehands, who rushed on and freed the large taur.

"That's all for Merick!" the host said, trying to sound enthusiastic for the cameras. "He got a little, uh, bonus! Because... uh..."

The fox was still trying to come up with a good excuse for the unintended doses when two large yellow breasts swallowed him up. The camera's pulled back, showing only the fox's legs kicking futilely around the huge snakewolftaur's cock, which was still spurting thick gushes of pre-cum.

"I got a bonus for you, foxy!" Merick hissed as shi felt the host wriggling around in hir cleavage.

The camera's faded on that picture as the happily transformed taur spryly left the stage, hir various bits jostling madly, with the host still trapped between hir oversized breasts. Nobody - not even the stunt otters - dared interrupt the huge taur as shi took hir prize to the back of the studio and locked hirself in a recovery room with the host, who's loud grunts and gasps soon echoed down the hallways.

"Please welcome our next contestant, Cervantes!" the host said as he walked decidedly bow-legged across the stage.

A huge unicorn rose from the stands and made his way down to the stage. At close to eight feet tall and weighing well over 300 pounds of what looked like pure muscle, the fox took an involuntary step back as the white unicorn clopped onto the stage.

Cervantes grinned down at the host and tugged his blue tank top firmly around his shoulders, then hitched up his sweatpants. A nearly foot and a half long ivory horn spiraled from the equine's forehead, pushing out from his silver mane. The mane ran down into the tank top and re-emerged on his lower back, leading into his tail.

The muscular unicorn's ears perked as the host spoke again.

"Welcome to the show, Cervantes!" the fox said, trying not to stare at the large male's rippling arms and legs. "Where are you from?"

"Formerly of Mother Russia, I currently reside in the home of the Thoroughbreds, Kentucky," the large male said.

"Great! While you get ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

Cervantes was led to the center of the stage and strapped into the hospital bed. An extension was brought out as the horse's head easily came over the top of the seven-foot-tall bed.

Naked, Cervantes's musculature was even more impressive. The small white towel hid very little of his body - his deeply cut abdomen and large pecs shone under the lights. Massive thighs led into thick calves and broad silver hooves that tapped against the floor with excitement. Huge shoulders overlapped the edges of the hospital bed and gave his neck an almost stubby appearance because of the thick cords of muscle running up to his head.

The IV in place, the host motioned towards The Wheel.

"Cervantes, will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?"

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Armed and Dangerous
3. Fan Favorite
4. You Otter Know
5. Totally Titillated
6. Gummy Goodness
7. Permanently Squeaky
8. Faulty Faucets
9. The Buck Stops Here
10. Taursplosion
11. Sluggo

"There is nothing I fear, not even the unknown. Give it a whirl!" Cervantes said with confidence.

The fox glanced at him. "Not even spiders?"

The host spun The Wheel and stepped back to watch it click and clack around. Cervantes muttered something about a smart ass under his breath. The Wheel slowed eventually and finally stopped on...

"Taursplosion!"

The host glanced at the otter stagehand manning the control panel for the chemicals. After the incident with the last contestant, they were taking no more chances. The otter nodded and pressed the large red button in the center of the panel to trigger the release of the chemicals into the IV line attached to Cervantes's arm.

Instead of drips, however, an alarm began to buzz. The plastic tubing trembled as dose after dose suddenly flooded down the line. Cervantes's eyes went wide and every muscle on his huge body went taut as he felt the rush of the chemicals pour into his body.

More stagehands rushed forward and tried to pull the IV from the unicorn's arm, but the huge male's bicep flexed, ripping the restraint from it's metal bracket. His arm flung forward, leaving the IV embedded.

A counter on the control panel ticked upwards, counting the doses, as the four-foot-tall otters tried to leap up and grab the unicorn's arm, but their stubby legs couldn't do it. Even the host ran over and tried to help, but the unicorn's glazed eyes stared upwards as he lifted his bulging arm higher into the air.

Another stagehand ran in with a ladder, which was unceremoniously placed against Cervantes's front side. An otter climbed up as another steadied it. Finally able to reach, the stagehand pulled the IV out. The pink fluid sprayed out the tip of the needle as the unicorn whinnied and slumped back.

The host glanced at the control panel and nervously began to back away when he saw the final number: sixteen.

Cervantes's skin began to bulge outwards and with a cry of lust, the male ripped the other restraint free. The powerful unicorn kicked his legs, leaving the cloth cuffs dangling from his limbs uselessly. He fell forward onto his knees and groaned deeply. The latter clattered away, but the otter stagehand was inadvertently pinned beneath the huge male.

The short brown-furred male squirmed, trying to get away, but froze when he felt a large equine cock pressing into his belly. Cervantes's nostrils flared and he grinned down at the otter, even as the unicorn's hips distended outwards.

Unlike the last contestant, this time the unicorn's new legs pressed from the back of his hips. Cervantes moaned heavily and twitched on top of the stagehand as others tried to lift him away, but with every moment, his body grew longer and heavier.

The new pair of hind legs flexed as a large sheath and an even larger pair of testicles formed. Behind the balls, a glistening pussy was visible. Before they had even finished growing in, Cervantes's body continued to grow, extending again as a third pair of legs formed. Hir lower half rolled to the side, pinning a second stagehand between the second pair of legs.

The unicorn's muzzle spread in a broad smile as hir chest filled out. Large breasts formed, hiding the definition of the male's pectorals, and swelled outwards quickly. The nipples perked upwards at the ends of the D-cup breasts.

The third pair of legs finished quickly, with similar well-sized endowments to the first two. The multi-taur's many hips thrust forward, grinding down into the two stagehands, as a fourth set of legs began to form from the unicorn's body.

The unicorn's flexible legs trapped yet more otters beneath them, leading to a long white unicorn-multitaur with a mess of brown, wriggling bodies trapped underneath. A blissful look came across Cervantes's face as shi rippled hir long, flexible body across all the smaller males, feeling how hir four large erection pressed into fur and clothing, all rapidly growing to their full size of fourteen inches.

But the chemicals were causing hir shafts to grow as well. The otters' squeaks grew in volume as the pale pink shafts thickened considerably atop them, even as a fifth pair of legs grew in.

Cervantes drew his body around in a tight circle, squeezing the four otters inside as shi curled around on hirself. Leaning hir upper half down, the muscular uni-taur pawed at the closest otter, stripping him down in a matter of moments, before going on to the next.

The fox watched, mouth agape, as the surprisingly flexible unicorn set about stripping each otter in turn. His eyes opened even wider as he saw five sets of powerful legs piston five meaty cocks into five round, cute otter rumps.

The noises made by both the otters and the unicorn were quite... unusual. The host glanced towards the producer, who made the "Keep Rolling" signal. As he glanced back, however, he felt a hand on his ankle.

He quickly found himself hanging upside down in front of Cervantes's torso.

"Don't think I've forgotten about you," the unicorn said, a huge grin on hir face as shi set about disrobing him as well.

The host's protests were quickly muffled as a fat pink tit was shoved unceremoniously into his muzzle. As Cervantes thrust his long, sinewy lower body into the prone otters, spreading them each with a massive horse cock, the unicorn's fingers dug into the fox's rump and pulled him close to hir upper half.

Cervantes rolled onto hir backside, carrying all five squeaking otters with hir until they straddled hir long lower body. Hir legs lifted into the air, one after another, driving hir thick erections deeply into the squirming male stagehands. Hir legs squeezed around them, keeping them clutched tightly against hir.

The fox found himself laying on top of hir upper body, muzzle filled with one tit after another, as hir fingers clenched around his erection. Shi whinnied loudly in his ears as, one after another, each of hir thick cocks erupted inside the otters, starting with the first.

The smell of cum permeated the air, but the fox's eyes closed and his ears swiveled back as the unicorn jerked at his throbbing erection, forgetting for a moment he was not supposed to be enjoying it.

Cervantes relaxed hir legs, allowing the stretched out otters to pile off and waddle offstage, leaving trails of sticky residue behind. All five erections still throbbed achingly hard, growing thicker and longer despite having came so hard moments before.

"How is it in America? Ah, yes... it's my turn to pitch," Cervantes said, a wicked grin on hir long muzzle as shi curled hir lower body upwards, forming a bridge of hir backside. "Then you have your chance to pitch!"

The first of the unicorn's five erections, all situated on top of rippling pussies, prodded the host's backside firmly and he opened his eyes wide when he realized the otters were merely a warmup.

The cameras had to fade to commercial, catching only a glimpse of the first flared cock (of many) shoving under the host's rigid tail.

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

The host's fresh suit hung on his shoulders loosely - it was a tad too large for the fox. Still, he tried to keep a smile on his face, despite the ache in his balls - the previous contestant had been serious about pitching and required five innings of work from him.

Out in the audience, a hyena short-taur stood up and made her way carefully down the steps. Shorter than a normal taur, she was also a bit on the short side, about the same height as the host. Brown fur covered her body, longer on her sides and underbelly than the rest of her. The traditional hyena fur coloring matched the bluntness of her jaws and short ears - despite being a taur, she was all hyena.

A pair of baggy green khaki cargo pants were belted around her hind legs. A clasp around the tail also helped to keep them up. The hyena short-taur wore a tight button-up blouse on her upper body that stretched tightly around her moderate breasts.

Padding onto the stage, she sat down next to the host and grinned excitedly.

"Welcome to the show, Tory!" the fox said. "Where are you from?"

"Colorado, by way of Idaho!" the short-taur said, stubby tail wagging behind her against the floor. "How about you?"

"Uh... an undisclosed location where they breed hosts," the fox said, blinking rapidly. "Anyways, while you get ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

The hyena was led to the center of the stage, where a new hospital bed was waiting. Instead of using it, however, the stagehands - several of them walking awkwardly - strapped her four legs to large bolts sunk into the floor. Her arms were strapped to two large poles standing on either side of her, leaving her spread-eagle.

The host motioned to The Wheel as it was pushed on stage.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" the fox asked.

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Armed and Dangerous
3. Fan Favorite
4. You Otter Know
5. Beastly Belly
6. Totally Titillated
7. Host's Decision
8. Gummy Goodness
9. Permanently Squeaky
10. Faulty Faucets
11. The Buck Stops Here
12. Sluggo
13. Magnificent Macro
14. Miniature Micro

"Wait... if you were bred to be a host, why do you have a contract for it?" the short-taur asked.

The fox's tail flicked behind him nervously. "Uh... no comment?" he said, glancing at his producer. "Anyways, will you spin The Wheel?"

"Nah, I like being in control, or at least knowing how the roller coaster works," the hyena said, settling back into her restraints.

"Very well!" the fox said, as The Wheel was taken away and the crowd let out disappointed "Aww!"

"Question 1: Which Civil War short-lived southern breakaway self-declared nation composed of former American states in which slavery was predominant issued the five dollar bill found in Abraham Lincoln's pocket when he was shot?"

"What? I barely know what it looks like now!" the hyena said, making no sense at all. "Wait... I know this... he got shot too... The Confederacy?

"Correct!"

The first dose dripped down the IV into Tory's extended arm. Her pelt lifted up as goosebumps formed along her skin and she shivered, feeling the warmth spread slowly from her arm into the rest of her body.

Tory's fuzzy breasts jiggled a little in the air as she shivered. Her hind legs shifted, spreading a bit further apart, though the long fur hanging between her flanks hid anything from view.

"Question 2: Michael Jordan famously gave up basketball in 1993 in order to play what sport?"

"Baseball!"

"Correct!"

The second dose dripped down the IV, coloring the plastic tube a light pink color. Tory shuddered as she felt her hormones kick up a notch, flooding her with a sudden arousal.

Sucking in a breath in order to avoid moaning, she nevertheless stamped her hind legs as a large length pushed from the fur between her legs. The hyena's clit formed a pseudopenis as it distended from the upper part of her labia and drooped over a bit, tickled by the fur of her underbelly.

The hyena-taur bit her lip as she felt her clit grow into a long shaft and blushed as the cameras swooped in for a clear view. The audience murmured, realizing she was sporting traditional female hyena equipment. Her short tail laid down across the back of her legs as she focused on the host.

"Question 3: Boris Karloff starred as which monster in one of the first horror movies?"

"He didn't have a name, did he?" the hyena muttered. "But Victor Frankenstein built him. So if he was the monster of Frankenstein, that means he was... Frankenstein's Monster!"

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the third dose dripped down the IV. The hyena-taur's legs wobbled a little before she managed to steady herself. The fur in front of her erect clitoris bulged outwards, slowly forming a long tube surrounded by thick belly fur.

Tory pulled at the restraints on her wrists, gasping as her large nipples firmed up into small nubs. She leaned her head back, feeling the warmth run through her body, making her tingle all over, like when her leg or hand fell asleep.

Panting quite hard, her chest rose and fell quickly, causing her swollen breasts to heave back and forth heavily. She clenched her fingers, desperately wanting to get her paws around her aching tits.

The hyena's legs pulled at her restraints as the pressure of the bulge forming above her long clit grew until it was nearly unbearable.

"Question 4: What American city hosts the baseball team known as the Giants?"

"San Fran?" the hyena gasped.

"Correct!"

Tory ignored the lights and the bell as the bulge suddenly burst into a thick sheath. Inch upon inch of thick male cock spilled out and drooped down, hanging limply beneath hir. Hir legs stiffened as the male shaft began to harden almost immediately, rising up into the air. The large black length matched the clit in length, but as it grew it slightly outpaced the pseudopenis.

Tory's muzzle dropped open in a goofy grin as she felt her new male length throbbing nicely beneath her. The shaft ended at the top of her labia, so that her clit rode along the underside of the shaft. Sans testicles, the skin smoothed nicely into hir aching, puffy lips.

"My God, she's growing a cock!" said an audience member.

"Oh my word, what's going on?" shouted another wearing a wig with double pony tails and a Japanese schoolgirl uniform.

Tory wriggled hir hips side to side, getting hir long, distended clit to rub against the thicker length of hir shaft.

"You two must be new here," said a third audience member.

"I'd still tap that!" said the first.

Ignoring the conversations, Tory moaned happily and pushed hir hips forward. Hir short body wriggled, trying to pull from the restraints, but shi was held fast.

"Question 5," the host said. "Which American state is known as 'Big Sky Country?'"

"Biiiiig... big tooooe... Mmmmontaaaghh!"

"Correct!"

Tory's groans increased in volume as the next dose of the chemicals hit hir. Hir thick new erection throbbed and spat pre-cum onto the floor beneath hir. It was at least ten inches long and growing quickly, though hir pseudopenis was only slightly behind.

On hir upper half, hir breasts swelled faster, reaching D-cup size quickly. Tory's nipples extended thickly into the air, fat and smooth. Beneath those large breasts, a second pair of nipples formed. Smaller mounds grew in, but they were mere shadows of the upper set's size.

The taur groaned and pulled against hir restraints awkwardly, too aroused to be embarrassed at hir lewd display as hir tail rose. The bare skin of hir puffy brown labia glistened smoothly under the lights of the studio.

"Question 6: What's the traditional response to the phrase, 'See you later, alligator?'"

"Aaafter a while... crocodile..."

"Correct!"

Tory's hips jerked as shi felt the next dose enter hir bloodstream. Hir heavy breasts felt incredible on hir chest - their weight pulled at hir upper body, but shi couldn't lean back very far because of the way hir arms were stretched out to the sides.

Underneath, the hyena-taur's belly fur was growing quite damp as more thick spurts of pre-cum pumped from the tip of hir new black erection. Thick veins traced over the length, from the tip to the base, where it melded into the top part of hir pussy. Hir clit, now nearly a foot long, throbbed against the length as well. The additional stimulation made hir knees shake.

Tory leaned hir head back and gasped as hir upper pair of breasts settled heavily on top of hir lower set. The DD-cups overwhelmed the smaller C-cups, though the nipples on all four tits were of similar large size.

The host eyed the hyena's nearly foot and a half long erection warily as he readied his cards for the next question. That long pseudopenis the taur sported was also not a comforting sight and the fox's well-abused rear end clenched instinctively.

Tearing his gaze away, he instead watched the hyena-taur's head as he asked the next question.

"Question 7: In what city was the wall that President Reagan famously said to tear down?"

Tory's heavy moans and gasps quieted for a moment as shi lifted hir head, ears swiveling to catch the question.

"Mr. Gorbachev... Berlin! The Berlin Wall!"

"Correct!"

The lights and bell went off as the seventh dose dripped into the IV. The hyena-taur moaned lustily and bucked hir hindquarters forward, making both hir large erection and thick clitoris jiggle and shake beneath hir.

Hir large paws scraped at the floor, leaving furrows from hir claws, as a few more bursts of pre-cum spurt from the tip of hir aching erection. Tory was finding it more difficult to focus on the questions as the need to cum increased rapidly, driving most rational thoughts from hir head.

The hyena's large chest continued to swell, growing into the F- and G-cup range. Hir lower set remained tiny in comparison, but were still more than capable of filling a paw at C-cup size.

Tory's balls, in the shape of hir labia, were taut with seed as more white pre-cum dripped out the tip of hir erection. The length throbbed hard, rising and lowering and pulling the distended clit along with it, so it was almost as though shi had two thick erections. The labia at the base of the distended clit swelled warningly as the tip of hir clitoris dripped clear fluid, a sure sign of the hyena-taur's heightened arousal.

"Question 8: What type of animal was Babe in the film of the same name?"

"Nga... nggg... hhhnnnngggg... feedback loop!"

Tory's eyes rolled up into the back of hir head as the buzzer sounded. Stagehands cautiously approached the trembling taur and undid the buckles on hir arms and legs as the host turned towards the camera.

"That's all for Tory!" he said, surprised nothing had yet gone wrong considering the fiascoes of the first two contestants. "Let's give hir a big hand!"

There was a loud stomping noise and suddenly the host felt a heavy weight on his backside.

"Where's the producer?" Tory whispered in his ear.

The fox stiffened, but when he realized what the hyena was intending, he just pointed up towards the control booth. An angry buzz sounded in his ear as he grinned more broadly.

"Thanks, cutie," Tory said, a low growl underscoring hir voice.

The host yipped when shi gave his rump a hard squeeze. He watched as shi sprinted up the stairs to the control room. The lights went out and several splotches of white suddenly appeared on the glass as the angry buzzing from his earpiece turned into loud moans instead.

Ears flicking, the host turned to the camera with the biggest shit-eating grin he'd ever worn.

"We'll be right back with more Questionable Content!"

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

A skinny fox with orange fur and black paws stood up in the audience. A green t-shirt, black boots, and blue jeans clung to his small, lithe frame as he made his way down to the stage. Between his shoulders, large, brightly-colored phoenix wings spread slightly in excitement.

The wings started yellow at the tips and faded through orange into a deep red by the time they reached his shoulders. A large fox tail swung out behind him, flicking back and forth as he stood next to the host.

"Welcome to the show, Phoex!" the host said. "Where are you from?"

"Sunny Arizona," the phoenix-fox said, "where spring starts in February and summer by Easter!"

"Great to have you on the show," the host said, motioning for the fox to head to the center of the stage. "While you get ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

Phoex stripped down quickly, pulling his shirt carefully from his shoulders and around his large wings. His boots and pants followed, then his underwear, leaving him naked on the stage. He leaned back into the upright hospital bed. Stagehands quickly strapped in his wrists and ankles, then laid a small white towel across his midsection, hiding his maleness from view.

The fox was even skinnier naked than he was clothed. His smooth white belly ran into a narrow chest; the white fur continued up to cover the lower half of his muzzle. His ears swiveled towards the host, focusing on the introduction of the large wheel as it was pushed onstage by a team of otters.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" the host asked, motioning to its many options.

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Armed and Dangerous
3. Fan Favorite
4. You Otter Know
5. Beastly Belly
6. Totally Titillated
7. Host's Decision
8. Gummy Goodness
9. Permanently Squeaky
10. Faulty Faucets
11. The Buck Stops Here
12. Sluggo
13. Magnificent Macro
14. Miniature Micro

Though Phoex's eyes widened at the choices, he nodded his head vigorously.

"Ah, yes! Let's take a spin!" he said excitedly.

The host took a firm grip on one of the pegs and sent the large wheel spinning around. It clicked and clacked for several long minutes, finally settling on...

"Sluggo!" the host announced.

The first two doses of the chemicals ran down the IV - Phoex's reward for spinning The Wheel.

The skinny fox gasped at the sudden warmth that spread through his body, moving outwards quickly from the IV in his arm.

The host tapped his cards together and readied the first question as Phoex squirmed in his restraints. The contestant was careful when he leaned back to go easy on his large wings.

"Question 1: Who formulated the theory of relativity in the early 20th century?"

Phoex shook his head, clearing some of his long brown hair from in front of his eyes before answering.

"That would be Albert Einstein, whose ideas were dismissed to begin with," Phoex said confidently.

"Correct!"

The next dose dripped down the IV; at the same time, the fox glanced sharply down at his narrow chest. His puffy pink nipples poked through his chest fur as they became aroused and he gasped at the feeling of the cool studio air swirling over them.

The small towel across his hips tented somewhat, but didn't fall off his smooth fur. Phoex's black-socked hands and feet pulled at the restraints instinctively as he sucked in a breath and leaned his head back, feeling his arousal quickly grow, starting in the pit of his stomach and extend outwards, until every nerve felt like it was gently burning.

"Question 2: What is Prince Harry's real first name?"

"Ahh... I don't really follow British royalty," Phoex said, squirming again, "but not Harry... err... Henry?"

"Correct!"

The next dose was administered, making Phoex gasp as it entered his bloodstream. The half-fox, half-phoenix responded well to the transformational chemicals - already large mounds were forming on his chest and a curious pressure grew between his legs, under his testicles, that made him squeeze his thighs together and chew on his lower lip.

He took in a few deep breaths through his black nose, trying to keep himself calmed down as the intensity of his arousal continued to grow. He clenched his paws, digging his claws into his palms, and shuddered.

"Question 3," the host said, not noticing the few wisps of steam that rose above the fox and quickly dissipated in the gentle breeze of the studio's air conditioning system. "Fidel Castro led a communist revolution in which country?"

"Cuba!" the phoenix-fox gasped after a moment.

His ears lay flat to his skull and he tipped his muzzle up as a small cry of pleasure erupted from his muzzle.

A moment later and shi lowered hir head, a smile forming on hir lips as shi felt a new kind of warmth between hir legs. Shivering at the new sensations, Phoex let out a small moan of pleasure. The towel laid across hir midsection continued to bulge outwards, jerking a bit as shi grew quite hard, but it still refused to slip away.

On hir chest, Phoex's nipples thickened considerably as the breasts supporting them filled out slowly. Barely B-cups despite the size of hir nipples, they still felt nice and hir soft chest fur rippled across them teasingly. With an effort, Phoex managed to still hirself as shi heard the next question.

"Question 4: From what city does the baseball team known as the Braves come from?"

Phoex thought for only a moment before answering, but another wisp of steam rose from the top of hir head as shi spoke.

"Ahh... Braves? Atlanta, isn't it?" shi said, before craning hir neck down to study hir growing breasts.

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the lights flashed, illuminating momentarily a few more tendrils of steam rising from the phoenix-fox's body as the spotlight crossed hir.

The small white towel turned a darker shade as it soaked up some kind of thick, clear fluid. The shape of Phoex's erection was clearly outlined by the cloth as it draped more heavily around the throbbing length. After a few more moments, a funny look crossed the fox's face and hir cock pushed nearly straight out from hir hips.

Phoex giggled as shi made hir cock waggle back and forth until the soaked towel fell off, followed by several clear drops that oozed from not only the tip of the fox's shaft, but the skin of the length itself.

Already thickened considerably, Phoex's erection pushed past eight inches, though it looked much larger because of hir skinny frame.

"Question 5: What was Elvis Presley's middle name?"

"Elvis?" Phoex said, thinking hard. "I... ah, I think it was... something like... Aaron?"

"Correct!"

The lights flashed and the bell rang again as the next dose dripped down the IV. Phoex's large, bright wings spread behind hir, but were stopped by the restraints around hir wrists. Frustrated at hir inability to stretch out, the phoenix-fox groaned as hir thick erection jerked and spat out a thick glob of pre-cum from the tip. The entire length appeared to be oozing a thick clear substance that constantly dripped from the pores of the skin, collecting in drops on the underside. The heavy drops fell to the floor with wet splats as Phoex learned how to control hir newly-prehensile cock.

The tip weaved upwards, then slid wetly over hir belly, smearing it with thick goo. The head couldn't quite reach to hir C-cup breasts, but at the rate it was growing, shi'd soon be able to.

"Question 6: In which decade was Barbie's boyfriend Ken first made?"

"Ahh... ahh!" Phoex groaned as hir cock darted back and forth, continuing to ooze from its wrist-thick length. "Was it in... the 1960s? Way before my... my... time!"

A few more thick bursts of cum splattered from the oozing tip of hir erection, soaking into the fur on hir growing chest. The length, when pushed straight out, was probably well over a foot, but it was hard to judge as Phoex kept it in constant, slimy motion.

"Correct!"

The bell rang and the next dose dripped down the IV, adding to the growth of Phoex's breasts and cock. Between hir legs, a constant dull ache warmed hir new pussy; the insides of hir thighs were quite damp already with arousal and shi shivered as the need only increased the longer shi was strapped in to the hospital bed.

Clenching hir toes, the phoenix-fox groaned deeply as more steam rose into the air over hir head. The pre-cum shi'd spurt into hir fur sizzled and evaporated, leaving hir fur fresh and clean, until another large drizzle of pre-cum replaced it.

Phoex's bright wings again tried to stretch out, but were stymied by the restraints around hir wrists. Shi tugged at them uselessly and slumped back. Hir lithe body wriggled as hir long erection tugged at hir hips, making hir white-furred testicles flop against hir thighs awkwardly.

The host had to speak more loudly to be heard over the phoenix-fox's constant moans.

"Question 6: What does the 'F' stand for in FBI?"

More clear, thick goo dripped from the fox's length into the fur on hir thighs and calves, evaporating almost as quickly as it hit due to hir increased inner temperature. The steam rose into the air, but was fortunately sucked away by the studio's air conditioning before the airborne aphrodisiac could reach the audience. The host, however, couldn't help but breath it in and held his note cards over his midsection, trying to hide the sudden boner he'd popped inside his suit pants.

"Oh... fed... federal!" Phoex gasped.

Hir back arched outwards as the next dose ran down the IV. Neither shi nor the host paid much attention to the lights. The host, for his part, found his nose twitching and he took a step closer as the camera operators switched to long lenses for the remainder the contestant's run.

"Oh... right, correct," the host mumbled, his own long red fox tail swishing behind him rapidly.

Phoex's erection pushed straight out and the status board quickly updated as it got an accurate measurement: fourteen inches long, six inches across. The phoenix-fox's sheath stretched around the length as more thick goo slid down into hir fur and sizzled away. The clear liquid was substantially thicker than water or even cum.

Phoex grinned and waved to the audience between groans, then focused back on the host, who was still inadvertently inhaling the steamy vapors as the clear goo from hir prehensile cock evaporated into thick steam.

"Question... uh... 7?" the host said slowly, trying to focus his eyes on the card in front of him. A large, noticeable dark spot appeared on the front of his pants at the top of the tent from his erection, but he didn't seem to notice. "Uh... hold on..."

The host shuffled his cards, searching for the right one. Finally finding it, he grinned at the phoenix-fox goofily and took another step closer.

"Okay, Question 7: Which state is called the Golden State?"

The skinny fox's oversized cock flexed in the air and dipped, curling over on itself to probe between hir legs.

"Gold... Golden State?" shi asked, panting. "Cali... California!"

Hir last syllable ended in a hiss as shi felt the head of hir cock teasing at the aching lips of hir new pussy. The contact of the goopy shaft was enough to make hir knees buckle and a cloud of steam erupted around hir.

Stagehands increased the power of the ventilation system, but the host was close enough to get a blast of the hot steam right in his face and his eyes temporarily rolled to the back of his head. The dark spot on the front of his pants increased significantly.

He blinked rapidly and stared at the phoenix-fox, close enough to reach out and touch the groaning, aroused contestant, but the angry buzzing in his ear increased in volume and he clenched his cards more tightly.

"Question... 8," the host said through clenched teeth. "In what... month... does the... Kentucky Derby... take place?"

As though noticing the host's closeness, Phoex's erection pulled back from between hir legs and stretched out to the male. It was a few inches short of reaching, but the tip pulsed and spat a thick glob of pre-cum onto the bridge of the host's muzzle.

"May for the Kentucky Derby," Phoex gasped out.

The next dose ran down the IV as the bell rang, but the host was far too gone to speak anymore. The fox, slightly taller than Phoex, reached out with both paws, dropping his cards, and took firm hold of the slippery head of the phoenix-fox's cock. Unable to help himself at the feel or smell of Phoex's erection, the host's muzzle opened wide and wrapped around the tip of the flexing prehensile shaft.

The host reached up with a claw and flicked out the earpiece that was still angrily buzzing with threats from his producer. It landed in a puddle of pre-cum and shorted out.

Phoex moaned lustily as shi felt the warm muzzle wrap around hir cocktip, but instead of pushing forward, shi pulled it back, making the host lean in closer. Once he was close enough, shi sent hir cock spearing forward, filling and then overfilling the host's muzzle with thick fox-shaft.

The clear goo dripped down over his lips, making them tingle as his throat convulsed around the tip. His paws worked down the length as the buzzer sounded and stagehands rushed forward to release the phoenix-fox. The otters wore gas masks to avoid the clouds of aromatic steam coming from the hybrid's body.

With hir paws free, Phoex felt over hir chest, feeling the large breasts hanging heavily. Shi cupped them and squeezed them together as shi grinned down the host, who was on his knees and half-gagging on the length of hir erection, though he couldn't fit more than half a foot into his muzzle. His chest and belly were a mess of clear goo and cum.

The cameras focused on Phoex's face as shi turned towards the audience and spread hir large, bright wings behind hir, giving the skinny, short phoenix-fox a more fearsome appearance as clouds of steam billowed around hir.

"You're all next, ventilation or not!" shi said, grinning hugely. Shi turned to face the host and nearly purred as hir cock pulled from his muzzle and wiped across his cheeks, smearing him with clear goo. "But first..."

The cameras cut once the host had his pants half down and his ass up in the air, unable to help himself as the phoenix-fox spread hir wings around his prone body, hiding from view what was obviously going to happen next.

"We'll be back with more Questionable Content after these oh God yes!"

EPISODE 14

Content warning: 1. Dolphin-lizard hybrid, ball growth, hermification. 2. Wolf, hyper, cock-tongue, excessive cum, lactation. 3. Furry dragon, hypertrophia. 4. Fox taur, steampunk dragon, merging, hextaur, multicock, multiboob. 5. Wolf, dragon taur, host-raep.

"Please welcome our first contestant... Procene!"

A dolphin-lizard mix in the audience stood up. The olive green jacket around his shoulders fell open as he headed down the steps towards the stage, revealing a smooth white chest. A light green inverted-teardrop marking pointed down to his bellybutton and, below, the baggy khaki shorts that hung down to his knees.

Procene grinned broadly as he climbed up on the stage and stood next to the host. His long tail - white underneath, green on top, swayed back and forth. Pale blue spikes ran down the top of the length, matching the small spikes running down his head and neck.

"Welcome to the show, Procene!" the host said, holding out the microphone to liz-phin. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Australia, came a long way to be here," Procene said. His ears - gray on the outside, white on the inside, with a pale green line around the edges - flicked towards the audience.

"And I bet your arms are tired!" the host said. "Anyways, as you get ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

Procene was led to the center of the stage by a stagehand, where a large hospital bed was turned upright and angled slightly backwards.

The stagehand helped Procene out of his jacket and shorts. Naked, the liz-phin laid back against the bed. The white on his chest and belly narrowed towards his hips, but a closer inspection was stalled as the stagehand laid a small white towel over his lower belly, providing a modicum of decency for the moment.

As the IV line was inserted into Procene's arm, The Wheel was rolled onstage.

The host gestured. "Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel, Procene?"

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Armed and Dangerous
3. Fan Favorite
4. Totally Titillated
5. Host's Decision
6. Faulty Faucets
7. The Buck Stops Here
8. Ballooning Balls
9. Hypertrophic Heaven
10. Green Thumb
11. Nicely Turned Naga

"Well, of course!" Procene said, grinning broadly once more as he tested the restraints around his wrists and ankles. "That's part of the fun, isn't it?"

The host spun The Wheel and watched as it clicked around. The rubber stopper slowed it as the pegs hit, and it finally came to a rest.

"Ballooning Balls!" the host announced as the lights flashed.

Procene shuddered as he felt the bonus doses - his reward for spinning The Wheel - drip down the IV. Closing his blue and orange eyes, he leaned back into the bed, shivering at the sudden warmth that blossomed across his chest and belly.

The host tapped his cards into a neat square and smiled. "Question 1: Who is the most well-known singer of the song 'What a Wonderful World?'"

Procene grumbled as he tried to think, but the sudden influx of the chemicals were already affecting his ability.

"Bah... fuck... ahh... Louis Armstrong... I think..."

The host waited a moment to build tension.

"Correct!"

The lights flashed and the bell rang as the next dose was automatically released into the lizard-dolphin hybrid's arm. His smooth skin rippled as he shivered again and flicked his long tail.

The blowhole at the top of Procene's forehead opened a bit more widely as he exhaled through it and flicked his ears once more. His muzzle pressed close together as he squirmed, feeling the three doses already going to work inside him.

The liz-phin sucked in his narrow belly as two pale green nipples sprouted on each pectoral. He glanced down at them curiously and grinned - they felt very sensitive and unusual, considering he'd never had them before.

Underneath the small towel over his midsection, an unmistakable bulge caused it to lift into the air a bit, forming a nice tent for the cameras to focus on.

"Question 2: Who wrote the novel 'James and the Giant Peach?'"

Procene shuddered as the cool studio air swirled around his new nipples. "Roald Dahl!"

"Correct!"

Again the lights and bell went off as the next dose slid down the IV into Procene's arm. The lizard-dolphin hybrid shivered and his white, gray, and green body stiffened. Beneath the small towel, his arousal was very evident, but so far the cloth managed to cling to his smooth skin, hiding it from view.

A low moan escaped from Procene's muzzle as he leaned back, thighs shifting and rubbing together at a sudden pressure in his groin. While his pectorals expanded, filling out with the start of a pair of breasts, the pressure in his crotch increased. He took a few deep breaths as he felt tingling under his erection.

The tingling grew and grew, making him shudder and dance against the bed, ankles and wrists flexing and pulling against the restraints holding him back.

"Question 3," the host said, grinning as he watched the male's distress increase, "In which directions did the Mason-Dixon line run?"

"Not familiar with that," Procene said, wishing the host would remember he was Australian. "Um... east and west?"

"Correct!" the host said, rapidly flipping his cards to the "Ozzie" section.

Procene ignored the bell and the lights as the tingling between his legs increased to an nearly unbearable level. Under the towel, the throbbing length of the lizard-dolphin's erection was joined suddenly by the appearance of two large spheres at the base.

A funny look crossed Procene's white and gray muzzle as he felt his newly externalized testicles hanging over his thighs, but a moment later another loud moan escaped as a whole new sensation made itself known.

Procene's hips jerked as shi felt the new lips spread open behind hir balls. The new pussy felt incredible - with the chemicals ramping up hormone production in hir body, the new genitalia came in completely aroused. Procene bit hir lower lip and huffed as shi tried to still the beating of hir heart, but it was difficult - the combination of sensations was quickly drowning out any ability to think rationally.

"Question 4: What is Australia's largest inland city?"

"Um... I don't think... I know... oh, wait!" Procene said, ears perking. "Duh, it's Canberra, our capital!"

"Correct!" the host said after checking his spelling.

Procene's large ears flicked backwards as the next dose ran through the IV tube and into hir twitching arm. Shi grunted loudly as hir breasts swelled larger, though they were still fairly petite on hir narrow chest.

Lower, the two spheres of the liz-phin's testicles grew more quickly. As they expanded, they pulled the white towel upwards, dragging it slowly into the air, exposing the tip and then the shaft of Procene's arousal. The pointed, slightly curved shaft bobbed over hir lower belly, protruding from a slit at the base of his stomach.

Already hir balls were too large for the cameras to get any shots of hir new feminine sex, but Procene knew it was there. Shi continued to grind hir thighs together, attempting to sate the desire rolling up hir spine. A cute squeak sounded through the studio as the lizard-dolphin's green and gray body wriggled against the hospital bed.

"Question 5: What do the letters of the television network 'SBS' stand for?"

"Special... Broadcasting... Service!" Procene said, though the last syllable was more of a high-pitched squeak than anything.

"Correct!" the host said, watching as the dolphin's squirms and wriggles increased with the next dose.

Hir wrists pulled at the restraints as shi tried to get hir paws down to hir growing testicles. Already they were larger than baseballs and hung nicely down hir thighs, though the white towel wrapped around them, hiding them from view. Above hir nuts, the thick red length of hir dolphin-shaft throbbed against the smooth skin of hir lower belly.

Procene's tail thumped heavily against the stage floor. Shi smacked the broad-finned tip again against the tiles as hir erection jerked and spat a few bursts of pre-cum over hir white belly.

"Question 6: What is the floral emblem of Australia?"

"The Golden Wattle, or Acacia pycnantha," Procene said clearly, as though having read it directly from a certain knowledge-based website.

"Correct!"

The lizard-dolphin's slim body was nearly unrecognizable from before. The coloration was the same - white on the chest and stomach, gray on the outside of the thighs and back, with stripes of green separating them - but the rest of hir was quite changed.

Hir erection stretched upwards, lightly hitting hir stomach as it bobbed back and forth, now several inches longer than when shi started. The towel was working itself loose, exposing more of hir grapefruit-sized testicles, while a streak of glistening fluid dripped down the inside of hir thighs.

Procene grunted when hir throbbing red shaft jerked and spat a blob of pre-cum over hir breasts. The petite mounds were approximately C-cups, according to the display tracking hir progress, but Procene was having difficulty keeping hir eyes focused. Shi blinked rapidly, ears perking forward, as shi struggled to focus on the next question.

"Question 6: In what city did Australia host the 2000 Summer Olympics?"

"That... would be... Sydney!" Procene gasped.

The host waited a few moments before announcing whether the answer was right or not.

"Correct!" he said finally.

Procene's whole body rippled as bursts of pleasure made hir squeal happily. The next dose dripped down the IV as hir long tail thumped against the floor again, smacking it several times in a row as shi tried to get past the overwhelming arousal surging through hir.

The lizard-dolphin's chest expanded rapidly, adding another cup size by the time the next question was ready. Hir erection pushed past nine inches, according to the monitor, while hir heavy balls hung down nearly to hir knees, far outpacing the growth of the rest of hir assets.

"Question 7: Julian McMahon was this singer and television personality's first husband."

Procene nearly growled out the answer as hir throbbing erection spurt several more thick blobs of pre-cum across hir belly and chest.

"Ggrrr... Dannii Minogue!"

"Correct!"

The lizard-dolphin moaned happily as shi felt the next dose coincide with the tip of hir erection brushing against the lower swells of hir chest. The contact didn't last long, but it made Procene gasp happily.

Soon, however, hir shaft was pulled downwards until it was pointing nearly straight out by hir heavy balls. The white-skinned orbs were taut and full as they pulled downwards awkwardly. The towel was somewhere underneath the swollen testicles, which were spreading around hir shaking knees and had nearly completely obscured hir thighs from view.

Procene's erection dripped constantly, forming a puddle of white seed on the floor between hir feet. Hir toes and fingers splayed as shi closed hir eyes, panting quickly through the blowhole at the top of hir forehead.

"Question 8: Who is Australia's most famous anti-semite and Jesus-movie producer that now lives in California?"

After wracking hir brain, Procene hazily surfaced from the depths of lust with an answer.

"Ah... Mel Gibson!"

"Correct!" the host said.

Procene's erection swelled past a foot in length as it pressed forward from hir hips. The bulging length's throbs resulted in steady pulses of thick pre-cum splattering onto the tiles below, fed by a pair of balls larger than hir head.

Shi twisted against the bed awkwardly, rubbing the fin on hir back against the sheets, and leaned forward, tugging hir wrists at the restraints. The smooth, taut skin of hir D-cup breasts jiggled and wobbled with every movement and shi let out a few more sharp squeaks of pleasure before the host got to the next question.

"Question 9: Which Eureka Stockade leader went on to serve as Speaker of the Victorian Parliament?"

Procene's eyes widened for a moment, then squeezed shut tightly as a particularly thick blast of pre-cum shot from hir aching cock tip. The lizard-dolphin's muzzle fell open and shi drew in several ragged gasps before shi could force hir eyes open.

Shi managed to focus them on the host and grinned viciously.

"Enough questions! Get over here and fill my pussy, fox!"

The host took a step back, eyes going wide as he watched the hybrid struggling with the restraints. His tail curled between his legs as the buzzer sounded.

A couple stagehands ran out and began undoing Procene's restraints and removing the IV. The fox turned towards the camera, but kept a close watch on Procene.

"That's all for Procene!" he said, edging closer to the edge of the stage. "Let's give hir a big hand!"

"Now I gotcha!" the liz-phin roared, charging across the stage towards the fox.

With a yip of fright, the host leaped from the stage and smacked a large red button. The white letters spelled "Emergency Otters."

A trapdoor sprung open on the stage and half a dozen short brown otters tumbled out in Procene's path. Before shi had a chance to react, they were swarming over hir. Procene let out a high-pitched squeak as they dragged hir under the stage, where only faint echoes could be heard of the otter's unique method of subduing over-aroused contestants.

The cameras hovered over the closed trapdoor for a few moments before it popped open again. A fuzzy brown head stuck out.

"Send more otters!" he pleaded.

Procene's large broad tail tip flicked out, wrapped around the otter's muzzle and head, and pulled him back down. The door slammed back shut and the host returned to the stage after a few moments.

"Uh... we'll be right back with more Questionable Content!" he said, keeping a wary eye on the trapdoor.

"Please welcome to the show, for our first ever 'Returning Champion' segment... Baylith!"

The host gulped nervously as he watched a tall brown wolf stand up in the audience. Shi was grinning hugely the whole time shi walked towards the stage and hopped on next to the host.

Baylith's paw snuck down and gave the host a firm rump-squeeze, making the fox yip with surprise.

"Ah... uh, welcome back to the show, Baylith!" the host said.

The large canine nodded and smiled happily. Huge DD-cup breasts stretched the fabric of hir button-up blouse. Shi wore a fancy blue jacket with gold trim over top, but there was no way it would stretch around to button over hir chest.

"Glad to be back, foxy," the wolf said, giving his rump another rough squeeze before hir paws dropped to hir sides.

The host whimpered a little, remembering the last time Baylith had been on the show - and the double-tying he'd experienced at hir paws.

"How have you been since last appearing on QC?" the host asked, trying to sound conversational, though the strain on his face belied his calm speech.

"Not bad, but the tongue has caused more problems than I expected," the wolf said. Shi stuck hir tongue out at the host and waggled it back and forth.

Flaccid as it was, the length was flatter and more tongue-like, though an obvious crown and urethra were still visible at the tip. The host swallowed nervously and nodded towards the center of the stage.

"Well, welcome back!" he said, edging slightly away from the canine. "While you get ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

Baylith trotted happily to the center of the stage and, without having to be asked, stripped off hir jacket, shirt, and pants. Already hir long red shaft was drooping from hir overstuffed sheath and hanging down against hir thighs. As shi was strapped in, a stagehand stood nearby holding a whiteboard, ready to bring it to the wolf should shi need it later on.

The Wheel was pushed on stage and the host motioned at the options.

"Will you accept your fate a second time and spin The Wheel?" he asked the wolf, who grinned and stuck hir tongue out again.

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Armed and Dangerous
3. Fan Favorite
4. Totally Titillated
5. Host's Decision
6. Faulty Faucets
7. The Buck Stops Here
8. Hypertrophic Heaven
9. Green Thumb
10. Nicely Turned Naga
11. Muscle Madness

"Why not?" the wolf said confidently. "I can handle anything you throw at me."

The host nodded and gave The Wheel a firm spin. The audience grew quiet as it clicked around for quite some time, though it eventually slowed and stopped on...

"Faulty Faucets!" the host announced.

Baylith shivered with anticipation as the first two doses - hir bonus for spinning - dripped down the IV. Hir cock continued to spill from hir sheath, until it was well over a foot and a half, though still only half-hard.

"All right... this is going to be fun!" the wolf said.

Hir huge chest jiggled as shi squirmed back against the hospital bed. Hir entire pelt bushed up as the chemicals hit hir body and the familiar warmth spread throughout hir chest and belly. Baylith's muzzle dropped into a broad grin and shi growled happily as the host readied his question cards.

"Question 1," the fox said, watching as Baylith's massive erection began to slowly fill out as it rose into the air, "Which caped crusader operates in Gotham City?"

Baylith tried to relax and get hir pelt to lay down, but the goosebumps crawling up hir skin made it nearly impossible. Hir baseball-sized balls swelled a bit as shi licked hir lips with the tip of hir cock-tongue, which fortunately had not yet started to swell, so speech was still no problem.

"The God-damn Batman!" the wolf said loudly. "I heard he could use magic now. Is that true?"

The host shrugged. "Dunno, but that would kind of defeat the point of being the Goddamn Batman, wouldn't it? Anyways, yes! Batman!"

The bell rang and the lights flashed. Baylith didn't blush as hir large black nipples firmed up at the ends of hir large DD-cup breasts. Hir brown fur hung slightly over the edges of the aureolae, giving them a bit of a ragged look - each nipple was about as large as the host's palm.

Baylith growled hotly as shi felt hir erection swelling larger and larger, but the weight of the thing kept it pointing down towards the floor. Already thick pre-cum was dripping slowly from the tip, which the wolf realized must be an effect of hir Wheel spin, since even shi couldn't get that excited so quickly.

A funny look crossed Baylith's face as shi swallowed, tasting a bit of salty fluid in the back of hir muzzle. Hir eyes went wide as shi realized Leaky Faucets would apply to all of hir bits.

"Question 2: Croatia and Slovenia used to be part of which country?"

As Baylith thought, a murmur ran through the crowd, especially those in the front row. Several pulled out plastic tarps and ponchos, but one muscular cougar - a previous contestant - sat and beamed happily as shi watched the wolf's shaft spurt more thick pre-cum more rapidly by the moment.

"Yugoslavia!" the wolf groaned out as hir shaft swelled more thickly yet, reaching it's full length of just over twenty inches.

"Correct!" the host said, backing a few inches further to the side and out of the wolf's projected splash zone.

Baylith shivered at the next dose and growled happily, though the sounds shi was making were beginning to sound a bit muted as shi eagerly panted.

Hir claws pressed into hir palms as shi pulled at the restraints around hir wrists, though shi knew they would be enough to hold hir down. Still, shi tried, already wanting to get hir paws around the large red length jutting from between hir thighs. Between hir legs, hir aching pussy began to drip, making hir thick inner legs damp.

"Question 3: Who was the most famous blonde in the movie 'Gentlemen Prefer Blondes'?"

"Ms. Monroe, correct?" Baylith said, definitely having a bit of trouble speaking clearly now.

"Correct!"

The next dose really made Baylith squirm. The large wolf head leaned backwards as shi breathed deeply through hir flaring nostrils. Hir aching nipples hardened into smaller nubs as a curious tingling spread throughout hir chest. The brown wolf's large, powerful thighs quivered as hir cock rose higher into the air, until it was pointing just barely upwards. The long, slightly curved length bounced a little as it throbbed. Thick pre-cum ran down the underside, dripping down onto the floor about halfway down, adding to the growing puddle between hir feet.

"Hurry up with the questions before I can't talk anymore!" Baylith growled around the thickening tongue in hir muzzle. Hir tail thwacked at the mattress between hir legs, brushing against the damp fur of hir inner thighs.

The host grinned and nodded to the stagehand standing slightly behind the wolf. The assistant nodded back and readied the whiteboard and large black marker.

"Question 4: Which country hosted the 1998 Winter Olympics?"

A dragon in the audience stood up and shouted at the wolf. "Hey, Bay! You tongue tied yet?"

Baylith glared up at the heckler, but answered the question carefully around hir thickening tongue.

"That was Japan," shi said, eyes flicking back to the host.

"Correct!"

The wolf grunted and firmly pressed hir lips shut as shi felt hir tongue swelling more quickly, spurred on by the rapid increase in hormones running through hir body thanks to the chemicals. Hir pelt bushed up again as a nice, thick blast of pre-cum rocketed from the tip of hir cock, arcing over six feet before splattering down on the stage. A large white strand of cum hung from the tip of hir cock, extending nearly all the way to the floor, before it fell with a plop.

The wolf's sheath swelled as hir knot slowly formed, but Baylith had other things to worry about - like the sudden warmth dripping down hir oversized breasts.

Tipping hir head down, Baylith let out a gasp of surprise at the sight of each of hir large black nipples spurting out thick drops of warm milk. As soon as shi opened hir muzzle, hir tongue-cock popped out, much rounder and thicker than before. The wolf looked a bit cross as shi tried to pull it back in, but it was too late - the thick red shaft pushed past hir lips quickly and began to throb heavily.

A few drips of pre-cum from hir tongue-cock rolled down the red skin until they hit hir large black lips. The wolf snorted and waggled hir bound paw towards the stagehand, who stepped forward with the whiteboard. Baylith giggled mutedly as shi watched the stagehand hold the board up almost like a shield as shi turned hir muzzle towards him.

"Bay! Save some of that milk for me!" shouted a wolf-naga from the front row.

"Question 5," the host said, glancing at the front row. "From the X-Files, what is Mulder's first name?"

Baylith signed with resignation as shi picked up the large marker dangling on a string from the center of the whiteboard and started to write. Hir thick tongue-cock continued to grow, though it drooped slightly over hir lower lip before hardening up.

The wolf carefully wrote "FOX" in large letters on the board, then let the marker fall back against the plastic.

"Correct!" the host said, as the cameras focused on the text.

Baylith grinned at the audience, eyes picking out a few likely targets - shi was considering jumping them and skipping the host altogether.

But a sudden urgent throbbing drew hir attention away from the crowd and back to hirself. Hir erection pulsed, lifting into the air a few more inches, and spat out several thick streams of pre-cum as the next dose hit hir. Hir tongue cock responded similarly, and a few thinner streams splashed across hir cleavage.

Hir fat nipples bounced as shi wriggled happily, making the warm milk dribbling from each tip splash around a bit. Between hir legs, thick clear fluid dripped down past hir thighs and soaked into hir tail and the mattress underneath.

Baylith's shaft lengthened subtly, not growing as fast as it had last time shi was on the show. It added more in girth, but especially added to the size of hir testicles, which grew taut and hard inside the fuzzy brown package. Each ball was nearly twice as large as when shi started, helping hir cock produce the thick loads of pre-cum constantly shooting from the broad head.

Hir breasts swelled as well. Baylith groaned around hir cock-tongue at the increase in the pressure behind hir nipples. The flow of milk increased only gradually - it was obvious the wolf would require help in order to alleviate the build-up of cream.

"Question 6: Cecil B. de Mille is famous for making what?"

The stagehand scrubbed the whiteboard clean and stepped in close to the wolf again, carefully leaning back so as to avoid any splatter when Baylith turned hir head towards him. Hir fingers reached out and clenched the marker tightly as shi tried to think of the answer.

It was difficult to ignore hir nearly foot-thick cock, but shi managed to scribble the answer, though it was not as neatly written as the last one.

"He made motion pictures," the wolf wrote on the board in shaky script.

"Correct!" the host said, wondering why the contestant bothered to write all that out when "movies" would have sufficed.

Baylith dropped the marker again as the next dose ran down the IV. The arousal shi was feeling was, if anything, stronger than hir first time on the show. Hir breasts continued to swell, soon hanging down past hir belly button. The massive mamilla ached with the pressure of pent-up milk, despite the twin flows running out of each nipple in steady streams.

Hir erection bounced up and down. Pre-cum pulsed from the tip, shooting farther and farther with every passing moment. Soon each shot was traveling almost ten feet away from the wolf before splattering down onto the stage floor, quite near the edge. The first row of the audience was less than half a dozen feet from that and girlish squeals went up as a few particularly powerful squirts landed on the floor near their feet.

Baylith's eyes squeezed shut as hir thick tongue-cock pushed forward, stretching hir lips widely as it thickened considerably. Before, while fully hard, it had just barely reached a foot in length, but now it was well over fifteen inches and thicker all around. The urethra of the shaft dimpled as it passed over the wolf's fat lower lip. Hir cheeks bulged as shi felt the cock-tongue's knot form, matching the growth of the one in hir sheath.

Heat traveled over hir body in waves as hir arousal continued to grow. Baylith's nostrils flared broadly as shi sucked in deep breaths, making hir huge chest heave and jiggle. Hir flat, hard belly was nearly completely hidden by the lower swells of hir breasts and hir tits spurt more milk, no longer simply dribbling it. The white cream splattered onto the stage floor on either side of the thick trail of pre-cum.

"Question 7: Surrealist artist Salvador Dali was from which European country?"

The stagehand presented the recently cleaned whiteboard to the wolf, but when shi turned hir head, a thick stream of pre-cum splattered over the plastic from hir aching cock-tongue. The thick knot popped past hir lips as the wolf moaned hugely, and another thick splatter of pre-cum hit the otter stagehand square between the eyes.

He stoically held the whiteboard aloft, though, angling it under the streams of pre-cum, and barely frowned as more pre-cum drizzled over his hair and muzzle.

Baylith picked up the marker in an unsteady paw and tried to guide the tip towards the dry sections. Shi managed to scrawl "Spain" in barely legible letters, though the "N" was written with more spooge than marker ink.

"Correct!" the host said, taking a few more steps back out of the splash zone.

Baylith's eyes squeezed shut as hir lips pressed against the base of hir thick tongue-cock's knot. The nearly foot-and-a-half long shaft was bobbing and spurting, obviously right on the edge.

Lower, hir other cock was breaking records of its own. Swelling to more than sixteen inches thick and over two and a half feet long, the cock was spraying a constant stream of thick pre-cum out towards the audience. The splatter hit the undersides of the chairs and quite a few toes as Baylith thrust hir hips heavily, making hir bowling ball-sized nuts swing and slap against hir soaking thighs.

The twin spurts of milk from hir thick nipples increased as hir breasts swelled into J-cup range. The undersides of hir breasts made contact with the top of hir massive shaft and began to wrap around the base of the length. Baylith's eyes opened and, trying to aim, squeezed hir thighs together and thrust, sending a long splurt of pre-cum towards the wolf-naga in the front row.

The wolf-naga was looking the other way, so didn't see the stream coming, and let out a surprised gasp as it drenched hir belly and chest in sticky wolf seed.

Baylith's giggles could still be heard, muffled as they were.

"Question 8: What kind of curtain separated the east from the west during the Cold War?"

Again the unfortunate, drenched stagehand stepped forward with a freshly-cleaned white board, but when Baylith turned towards him, the spray from hir throbbing cock-tongue painted the entire board in a matter of moments. The wolf's deep, guttural moans and shaking paws made it nearly impossible for hir to think about the question, let alone write an answer, but still shi made an effort.

Instead of writing letters, however, the throbbing wolf wrote a series of arcane symbols, smearing black ink through the white pre-cum coating the board.

There was a flash and the restraints around hir wrists and ankles evaporated. Stumbling forward, the wolf let out a muffled howl as shi charged towards the crowd.

The buzzer sounded as audience members scattered, except for one particular wolf-naga.

"That's all for Baylith!" the fox said, as the cameras captured the messy carnage in the front row of the audience. "Let's give hir a hand!"

Thick streams of cum flew up into the air and landed straight on the host's head, drenching him. Spluttering, he turned around and saw the wolf-naga smirking as shi stroked Baylith's cock, using it like a cannon. Taking aim again, shi called out to the host.

"Dance, little doggie!"

"We'll be right back after these commercials!" the host cried out, sprinting across the stage and followed by a huge stream of pre-cum hot on his tail.

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

What could only be described as a fluffy dragon stood up from the upper seats in the audience and made his way down the steps, carefully avoiding the "Wet Floor" signs dotting the area around the now empty front row.

Thick white fur covered Skarth from head to toe, except for the fluffy white fur on his chest. The ruff of fur extended over the smooth ridges of plate scale on his lower chest and stomach. A black loincloth was all the dragon wore, leaving his digitigrade legs exposed. A leather belt crossed from one shoulder down to his hips.

A pair of white horns pressed up from Skarth's spiky golden hair, between his blue-tipped ears. Large wings made of white feathers stretched out behind him before closing back in on his backside; the tips of the feathers were colored with turquoise that faded to a darker blue.

He hopped on stage next to the host and grinned as the fox held out the microphone.

"Welcome to the show, Skarth!" the fox said. "Where are you from?"

Skarth gave himself a little shake, settling his pelt around him, before answering.

"I'm from the U.S.!" the dragon said, grinning broadly.

"Great to have you on the show," the host said. "While you get ready, let's bring out The Wheel!"

Skarth headed to the center of the stage and dropped his loincloth. The cameras got a quick view of a generously apportioned furry white sheath and balls before the stagehands draped a towel over his midsection. As they inserted the IV and strapped in his wrists and ankles, The Wheel was pushed onto the stage.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" the host asked, gesturing towards the towering circle.

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Armed and Dangerous
3. Junk in the Trunk
4. Fan Favorite
5. Totally Titillated
6. Host's Decision
7. Hypertrophic Heaven
8. Muscle Madness
9. Easter Egg Hunt

"Hells yeah!" Skarth said eagerly, broad white muzzle curving into a smile. "The further I get away from vanilla the better!"

The host nodded and gave The Wheel a huge spin. It clattered around and around, the sound of the rubber stopper smacking the pegs the only sound in the studio besides the background noise of water pumps working overtime in the recovery room backstage.

The Wheel spun and spun, finally landing on...

"Hypertrophic Heaven!"

The host managed not to groan, but considering the mess the last contestant had made, odds are this one would be accomplishing much the same.

Skarth didn't notice the host's dismay - he was shivering as the first two doses - his reward for spinning - ran down the IV into his arm.

The dragon's long tail was covered on its upper half with thick golden fur the same shade as the hair on his head, but the underside was covered with shorter white fur like his legs and arms. It flicked about to his side eagerly as he tried to relax against the bed, lying carefully on top of his folded in wings.

As the warmth of the chemicals spread through his chest and belly, Skarth could already feel the stirrings of arousal in his loins and blushed as the cameras zoomed in on his belly and the towel laying across it.

"Question 1: What language other than English is an official language in Canada?"

"French," Skarth said quickly.

"Correct!"

The dragon blinked as the spotlights flashed over him and his ears perked the bell ring, but soon his neck was craning back down as he watched his erection grow beneath the towel, slowing causing it to tent. He shivered as his pelt rippled - the warm feeling increased dramatically with the third dose and he wriggled his toes happily.

"Question 2: What is the official language of the United States of America?"

"Oh... trick question!" Skarth said. "You'll pay for that one, foxy. There is no official language!"

The host gulped. "Correct! But I don't write these!"

The dragon's reply was lost as his words trailed into a low moan of pleasure. While the lights flashed and the bell rang, the next dose hit him hard.

The male clenched his fists into balls as his erection hardened further, dragging the towel upwards and exposing his testicles and the base of his sheath. The thick ruff of fur on his chest expanded slightly, pushing outwards, though with such thick hair it was impossible to see what was growing underneath. The dragon had a pretty good idea, however, and licked his lips with anticipation.

An intense tingling pleasure spread across Skarth's chest and between his legs, under his thick-furred balls. The fuzzy dragon moaned as the towel dragged over his scaled belly and flicked his tail more rapidly.

"Question 3: What is the official language of the intarwebz?"

"Lolspeak?"

"Correct!"

Skarth shuddered as the tingling sensations grew stronger. His erection twitched under the towel and his hips squirmed as he rubbed his legs together.

The dragon's muzzle dropped open and his eyes closed. A strangled groan escaped his lips as he thrust his hips out into the air lewdly, making the towel fly away, exposing the length of his erection.

Skarth slumped back to the bed after a moment, a grin on hir muzzle as shi felt the tingling subside into a steady heat between hir legs. Squeezing hir thighs tight again, shi gasped as hir new feminine lips pressed together. On hir chest, two pale blue nubs finally made their way through hir thick golden chest fur. The same color as the tips of hir ears and wings, the dragon's nipples pointed upwards perkily.

"Question 4," the host said, giving the dragon little time to adjust to hir new bits. "In what southern American city did Crockett and Tubbs fight Vice?"

"Mmmiami," Skarth moaned.

Shi squirmed happily, feeling as though there was fire licking up between hir thighs. Hir broad, flat dragony tongue flopped out of hir muzzle for a few moments as shi panted hotly. Licking hir lips and the bridge of hir muzzle, shi pulled hir tongue back in and gasped.

The pink length of hir arousal throbbed over the scales on hir lower belly. Already it was showing signs of growth, of rapid increase in girth in length. Skarth huffed and puffed through hir nostrils, hips shaking, as hir sheath stretched tightly around the base of hir erection. A large ball beneath the shaft became visible - the beginnings of the dragon's knot.

"Question 5: What did the 'B' stand for in the New Kids act 'NKOTB'?"

"Block!" Skarth gasped between gritted teeth.

"Correct!"

The dragon's arms pulled at the restraints. Shi was trying to reach for hir chest, to stroke hir nipples as they pushed farther away. The gentle curves were much more noticeable now as hir growth increased in speed. Well past A-cups, the dragon's chest developed nicely into paw-filling C-cups. Shi shuddered as the broad aureola capping each breast spread more widely, clearing a patch of fur. The pale blue tits bounced a bit as shi squirmed back against hir wings and the bed.

"Question 6: '1999' was a hit single for Prince in which year?"

"1983!"

"Correct!"

Skarth gasped at the next dose and strained at hir restraints. Hir cock began to fall forward due to its weight - already it was quite sizable, over ten inches in length and as thick as hir wrist. Below, a pair of nuts as big as a pair of baseballs swung over hir fuzzy white thighs.

The dragon's toes curled against the tiled floor, leaving light scratches, and shi moaned eagerly.

"Question 7," the host said, moving things along quickly, "Which US state is known as the 'Empire State'?"

"New... York!"

"Correct!"

Skarth groaned as hir cock flopped forward, suddenly losing much of its stiffness. It swelled almost half a foot in length and several inches in girth in a matter of moments when the next dose hit. Now only semi-hard, it swung down low, nearly to Skarth's knees.

Hir breasts grew similarly quickly, expanding to D-cups in the blink of an eye. The dragon shuddered and clawed at the mattress with hir fingers, tearing the sheets. Hir taut sheath barely stretched around the base of hir erection as the knot inside continued to slowly swell.

"Question 8: Which Jack starred in the movie 'The Odd Couple'?"

"Jack Lemmon!"

"Correct!"

Skarth flopped back against the mattress as hir thick shaft curled over hir balls, each now the size of hir head. Hir rapid growth continued unabated, and soon the head of hir thick pink shaft reached past hir calves.

Wriggling happily as small drops of pre-cum began to drip from the fat head of hir shaft, Skarth let out a few excited moans of pleasure, feeling the burning desire in hir aching pussy increase in intensity.

"Question 9: What is the postal abbreviation for Kentucky?"

"Kay Why!" Skarth gasped. "You're gonna need plenty of it when I'm done here, foxy..."

The host gulped nervously. "C... correct!"

The dragon grinned broadly, realizing the fox misunderstood his intentions, but before shi could correct him, another burst of growth caused hir to arch hir back pleasurably.

Skarth's shaft dropped lower, extending another six inches, nearly to hir ankles. The soft length throbbed as it curled over hir massive balls. Shi shuddered as shi pulled at hir wrist restraints and, frustrated, flopped against the mattress with a groan. More thick pre-cum pulsed from the tip. Hir breasts continued to grow, but more slowly - they hardly increased at all after the last question.

"Question 10," the host said, realizing suddenly how easily Skarth was still answering questions, when other contestants had long since fallen prey to the whims of the flesh. "What's 7 times 10?"

"Seventy!" the dragon gasped almost immediately.

The host's ears dipped back. "Correct!"

The fox shook his head. How was this dragon doing so well? Most contestants would be having far too much trouble at this point.

Skarth let out a loud moan of pure lust as hir huge knot suddenly forced itself out of hir sheath. The massive bulge was far thicker around than the shaft itself and hir sheath retracted, going loose and limp around the flesh under the big ball.

As the head of hir cock began to press into the smooth tiles of the floor, Skarth jerked hir hips, but hir shaft was too heavy to move much. Already it was as thick as hir hips and showed no signs of slowing. From the side, it was obvious how big shi was - the cameras panned from hir head down, demonstrating that the width of hir erection was more than hir thighs by far.

But still, the cock didn't harden - it remained mostly soft and throbbing, continuing to rapidly grow.

"Question 11: What's the sum of 4, 6, and 1?"

The dragon took a few shuddering breaths before replying.

"Eleven... that average width of my butt plugs!" shi gasped.

"Correct! On both counts, I'm assuming," the host said.

Skarth's eyes closed as shi felt the next dose of chemicals run down the IV into hir arm. Hir large tits had slowly grown in a perfectly formed pair of teardrop DD-cups, capped with thick and firm light blue nipples.

Hir smooth belly sucked in a few times as shi inhaled deeply, trying to quell the lust continuing to build up between hir legs. Shi could feel hir rump begging to get stuffed and wasn't sure how much longer shi could keep answering questions before desire forced a wrong answer from hir lips.

The cold floor met more of hir shaft as the head snaked forward, sliding along on a sheen of pre-cum. Hir knees squeezed together, massaging the center of the shaft as hir massive knot lay heavily on top of hir beach ball-sized testicles. They expanded well past hir knees, hiding hir trembling legs from view, and pulled hir hips forward with their weight.

"Question 12: What is 42 divided by 7?"

Skarth's heavy tail swished behind him, wrapping around the edge of the hospital bed.

"Uhhnnn... carry the 2... add a 1... is it... six?"

"Correct!"

The dragon's cock steadily crawled forward across the floor, drooping heavily over his balls. The shaft bent where it met the black tiles, but a steady stream of thick pre-cum provided enough lubrication to allow it to slide forward easily.

With the next dose, however, it slowly stiffened, beginning the long process of growing erection. Skarth moaned headily as shi felt the blood rushing along the length and watched as thick veins came to the surface of the pink length. Hir massive balls roiled, dropping lower yet, until the heavy orbs settled over the tops of his fuzzy feet and claws.

Skarth's constant moaning filled the hushed studio as shi wriggled back into the bed, trying to be careful of hir wings but unable to focus much because of the incredible arousal prompting hir cock to harden finally.

Far too heavy to actually rise into the air, the nearly six-foot length remained half-sprawled across the floor as it stiffened, hanging off hir hips and the massive knot three times the size of hir head.

"Question 13," the host said, gulping nervously as he watched the shaft expanding. "What's 12 times 4?"

"Uunnggg... damn... I wish they had some toys around here to stuff up my butt!" the dragon gasped, feeling the urges inside hir growing harder to ignore.

The host was more impressed with the fact shi could even vocalize at this point, considering how deep into the questions shi was getting.

"It's... unnnggg... 48!" the dragon gasped, hir entire body going into a convulsive shudder as hir massive maleness throbbed awkwardly across the floor, spurting out a river of pre-cum now.

"Correct!"

The host stepped backwards as waves of pre-cum seeped from the massive head of the dragon's cock. The entire shaft was bigger than the host now and almost twice as thick as the moderately skinny fox.

Skarth's ragged moans increased in volume as shi felt hir knees get spread by hir massive testicles. Each orb stretched from hir hips down to hir feet and flattened against the mattress and the floor. Hir knot inflated hugely, ridiculously sized by now, not that the dragon could fit into anything but the largest and stretchiest of partners at this point anyways.

"Question 14: What is 21 minus 13?" the fox asked, staring in shock at the size of the dragon's endowments.

Murmurs in the audience grew louder as the dragon's cock lifted off the floor and then thumped back down, making the whole studio shake a little. Thick pulses of pre-cum as wide as footballs sprayed from the tip; the edge of the stage turned into a waterfall as the warm white fluid rolled down onto the floor below.

Skarth panted heavily, taking a few more moments to answer this question than previous ones.

"Mmmmrrrr... eeeight?" shi gasped out, eyes spinning a bit and glazing over.

"Correct!" the host said, surprised shi was still answering questions.

The massive pink organ visibly throbbed as it continued to grow. The next dose fueled more rapid spurts of growth, sending it over seven feet in length and three feet in thickness. The urethra visibly bulged with the sheer amount of pre-cum going down the length, fed by the massive testicles dragging over the floor by Skarth's feet.

The dragon's knot rolled down hir nuts, scraping over the taut white-furred orbs and making hir gasp with pleasure as the sensitive skin was teased. Hir breasts continued their slow growth, but remained in DD-cup range, though hir puffy blue nipples extended thickly, easily too large for the average person to wrap a single paw around.

"Question, uh, 15," the host said, double checking the number to make sure it was right. "What's 7 times 7?"

Skarth's whole body wriggled as hir cock stretched forward, completely hard now and throbbing achingly hard. It lifted off the ground several inches again before slapping back down wetly, sending a burst of thick pre-cum splattering over the front row of the audience.

"Rrrrfff! Fuck your numbers!" Skarth moaned, struggling vainly with the restraints. "Only numbers I need is the local macro up my butt!"

The buzzer sounded and the host sat down heavily, tail limp behind him, as the remnants of the chemicals ran through Skarth's system. Stagehands cautiously approached to undo his restraints, but the fox wasn't worried - the final measurements on the dragon showed hir cock was just under eight feet long and a bit over three and a half thick. The weight of that shaft, plus the fifty-gallon drums shi had for testicles, meant the dragon would be hard pressed to move around easily even when soft.

When hir hand were free, Skarth fell forward, leaning heavily over hir knot. The stagehands had to dig around between hir balls and legs to get at the ankle restraints, but finally the dragon was completely free. Hir legs kicked out behind hir, tail lifting into the air, as a plaintive whine escaped hir muzzle.

The host hit the "Emergency Otters" button out of sympathy rather than need, but the trap door was unfortunately under the dragon's massive length - despite loud knocks, there was no way for the otter crew to get up on stage.

The puddles of pre-cum on stage began to ripple as heavy thuds sounded throughout the studio. A camera swung away from Skarth and focused on the dark backstage area.

The loud pounding grew louder as a hulking shape came into view. The cameras vibrated as the footsteps increased in volume.

A beast of an otter grinned happily. At least ten feet tall and covered with a thick array of muscles from head to toe, what was most impressive about the male was the enormous erection hovering in front of his chest.

"You rang?" the huge otter drawled, staring at the host.

The fox pointed desperately at the dragon, wanting no confusion on the massive male's part.

Skarth glanced over hir shoulder as hir knees dug into hir own engorged balls and nearly whimpered at the sight of the huge shaft aimed at hir rear. Hir tail lifted faster than the host would have thought possible.

The audience gasped as the lumbering otter strode up on stage, business-like now, as huge webbed paws reached down to firmly grip Skarth's broad hips. The otter's cock was at least four feet long and several feet thick. Tiny, compared to the dragon's own maleness, but considering Skarth's body itself had not grown much in size, plenty of meat for the shivering, groaning dragon's gaping rump.

Skarth's howl of pleasure reverberated throughout the entire studio as the giant otter shoved forward roughly. A massive stream of cum exploded from the tip of Skarth's hyper-sized cock, spraying thick seed across the first three rows of the audience as the camera operators struggled to keep the entire scene in frame.

The host stood up and turned to a camera, microphone at the ready.

"That's all for Skarth," he said, glancing back at the scene as the enormous otter stagehand grinned back. "Let's give hir a big hand! And we'll be right back after these commercial messages!"

"Please welcome to the stage for a special Hypercage round, Melony and Mechano Dragon!"

In the audience, a blue foxtaur stood up and made her way down the steps. Melony's long tail was tipped in white and it swayed back and forth as she happily trotted down the stairs to the stage.

Darker blue hair ran between her shoulders in a ponytail. A peach colored shirt with red trim and swirls clung to her upper chest and belly; the long fur along her taurbody provided enough modesty otherwise.

She stepped up on the stage next to the host and nearly danced on her four large paws in excitement as she watched for Mechano Dragon.

"Oh, hi, Mr. Host!" the blue foxtaur said happily. "I can't believe I finally got on!"

Melony's plump taurbelly jiggled as she turned quickly towards the audience - Mechano was making his way down the steps as well.

He was an interesting mixture of dragon and machine. Pale blue scales were visible in places, but other parts of his body were composed entirely of brass cogs, rods, and gears. Both hands were metal, but one arm was mostly flesh while the other was entirely constructed of moving, whirring parts.

A long black trench coat swirled around his body, hiding most of him from view as he stepped up onto the stage next to the host and Melony. He smiled at them, displaying a draconic muzzle full of regular sharp teeth. One eye glowed a bright blue, recessed behind a ring of brass. Web-like tendrils overlapped over part of his skull, but melded flawlessly into the blue scales surrounding the rest of his head and other eye.

One pointed mechanical ear twitched as his fleshy ear remained still. The dragon reached up and flicked the ear with a finger, making a sound like a tiny bell, and grumbled.

"Servo needs replacing," he said.

Melony grinned and oohed appreciatively as she leaned in close to Mechano, examining the engineering of his part-robot body with obsessive attention to detail. Mechano grinned up at her a bit uncertainly, but appeared used to the examinations.

The dragon's long pointed tail flipped back and forth. The first half of the blue-scaled length looked fairly normal, but the rest was composed of flexible brass fittings and whirling cogs.

"I'll give you a full tour after our round," the dragon said to Melony.

The foxtaur beamed appreciatively and reached forward. "Oh, I can fix that!" she said, adjusting the ear servo slightly. "And that, and that... never had a project tease me back before."

Mechano raised an eyebrow. "I might have to make a few adjustments after you're done with me, though."

The host coughed politely, drawing their attention back to the show.

"You both understand the rules of the Hypercage?" he asked, pointing upwards to where a large clear plastic box was suspended above the stage. "Either of you can answer the questions, and like the regular game your round will end when one of you answers incorrectly."

He motioned towards The Wheel as it was brought on stage. "Additionally, you can both choose to spin The Wheel or not," he continued. "Finally, our Patented Transformation Chemicals will inhibit any ability to grant yourselves... ahem, self-pleasure while you're in the Hypercage. You'll only be able to help each other in that regard, to make it more interesting for the rest of us to watch."

The fox grinned as he watched the foxtaur and mechanical dragon size each other up.

"Shall we begin?" he asked, motioning towards the center of the stage where the box would descend.

Melony nodded happily and slipped the spaghetti straps of her shirt off her shoulders, then pulled it up over her head and tossed it to a stagehand.

Mechano let his trench coat fall of his shoulders as well and handed it off. As he headed into the cage area, the cameras zoomed in for a closer look at his body.

About half of his chest was composed of more brasspunk workings. Pipes and tubes mixed with cogs and gears in a riot of movement, especially around his heart cavity, though the brass workings were so tightly packed together they were nearly as smooth on the surface as the blue scales visible in patches across the dragon's belly and chest.

Between his legs, a large blue sheath hung heavily, but judging by the mechanical contraptions in place of his testicles, Melony guessed he wasn't packing a maleness that could be considered standard issue.

The Hypercage descended around them and stagehands scurried about, clamping it into place and making it airtight. The light hiss of fresh air was the only sound inside - looking up, Melony and Mechano saw the large tubes attached to the top, as well as a tank full of pink chemicals and the atomizer that would deliver them in aerosol form.

FINALLY FINISHED WITH THE FUCKING EXPOSITION, the host strolled over and pointed at The Wheel.

"Will either of you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" he asked.

"Isn't The Wheel 75 percent of this whole show?" Melony said, grinning hugely. "Of course I'll spin it!"

"Spirit of adventure and whatnot, eh?" Mechano said, nodding at the foxtaur. "I'll spin too!"

Melony stepped up to the wall of the box and placed her hand on the black sensor panel as the host spun The Wheel.

Hypercage Wheel

1. Macrotize Me, Cap'n! (I)
2. It Came From the Deep (I)
3. Stretchy Situation (I)
4. Massively Merged (D)
5. Fountain of Lust (D)
6. Junk in the Trunk (I)
7. Fan Favorite
8. Zero Gravity + Spin (D)
9. Underwater Fantasy + Spin (D)

Melony's spin went round and round, but finally settled on "Junk in the Trunk." After the host announced the outcome, he motioned for Mechano to step up. The mechanical dragon did and pressed a brass-jointed palm flat to the sensor panel.

The host spun again and watched as it went round.

"Junk in the Trunk!" the host announced. "Doubles means a free spin!"

1. Massively Merged (D)
2. Fountain of Lust (D)
3. Fan Favorite

The Wheel was altered so only the choices that could affect both Melony and Mechano remained.

The host gripped The Wheel as Mechano and Melony watched. He sent it around strongly, then stepped back and waited for the result.

"Massively Merged!" the host said.

Melony's squeal of pleasure made Mechano wince, but he gamely grinned at her.

"Looks like you'll get that full tour early!"

Above them, the hiss changed in frequency. Both players glanced up as a fine pink mist sprayed from the nozzle of the atomizer.

"The chemicals will continue to fill the box until one of you answers a question wrong," the host said, readying his cards. "Let's play!"

"I'm interested in finding out what you think about fleshiness and sharing a body with a formerly female taur," Melony said, grinning. She squirmed and shuddered a little, dancing back and forth excitedly as the fine pink mist settled on her shoulders and long backside.

Mechano grinned and headed to one of the corners of the box. "Might as well try to last as long as we can separately," he said.

"Aw, why so far away? We're going to get a lot closer, Mechano, remember?" Melony said.

"Of course, but having differences at the beginning makes it more exciting!" Mechano replied, grinning broadly.

Melony nodded and headed for the other corner, backing her plush rump into it and leaning back as the host read the first question.

"Question 1: Diana Prince is the alter ego of which superhero?"

There was a pause, silent but for the gentle hiss of the transformational gas, before Mechano answered.

"Wonder Woman?"

"Correct!" the host said.

The lights flashed over the box and the bell rang. Melony shivered and took a few deep breaths, trying to quell the excitement that made her keep stamping her large paws against the tiled floor. She giggled loudly, watching Mechano regard the pink film accumulating on his brass workings with distaste.

"Don't worry about that, Mechano," she said. "I plan on taking us swimming after this!"

Mechano grinned at her and was about to reply when he felt a strange buzz coming from his inner workings.

"Did I neglect to mention the nanites, Mechano?" the host said, recognizing the confused look on the cyborg-dragon's face. "They'll help your brass pieces adjust in tandem with the rest of you."

Mechano nodded and shivered as a warm sensation spread throughout his chest and stomach. Even his brass cogs seemed to warm up as tingling spread across his scales.

Melony was feeling similar sensations, though with a larger body, she had more of them. The foxtaur's blue fur fluffed up madly, until she looked quite larger than normal. She smoothed her paws over her front, trying to lay it back down, but finally gave up and went back to taking deep breaths instead.

"Oh, hey - we're both blue, so we won't clash!" Mechano said.

Melony grinned at him. "Blue and gold works pretty good, yeah," she said. "Mmff... that feels weird..."

"Question 2: Which Ford mass-produced the car?"

"Henry," Mechano replied quickly.

"Correct!"

Melony shuddered as she felt her heartbeat quicken. Already she could tell the chemicals were going to work rearranging her internal plumbing and the faint tingling across her plump figure intensified rapidly, especially between her flanks.

In Mechano's case, his literal internal plumbing was readjusting. The nanites busied themselves with the cross-hatched piping on one half of his chest and belly while the chemicals worked the organic components on the other side. Before long, matching swells grew outwards, organic and mechanical both. If the host didn't know otherwise, he'd think the nanites had a sense of humor - Mechano's nipple was the stud of a large brass screw - a Philips head.

The dragon grinned at Melony as he ran his hand over his chest. "I'm definitely going to have to remap my body after this," he said, fiddling with the nipplescrew.

Melony grinned and thought about her toolbox and all the fun she'd be having after this was over, but was distracted from those thoughts as the tingling between her hind legs increased even more dramatically, making her moan.

"Question 3: Which anti-impotence drug became the fastest-selling pharmaceutical during the time period of 1991 to 2000?"

Mechano flushed as he spoke. "Viagra."

The dragon certainly didn't require it - a thick length of clear silicone jelly flopped out of his sheath, tinted a light shade of blue. The length was wrapped in a tough, flexible plastic, and in the center, a telescoping brass rod began to lengthen, causing the tube to extend.

Melony shivered and hugged her chest, then, feeling her rump sliding against the plexiglass, leaned over, peering between her front legs to see what that strange new sensations were.

The foxtaur was pleasantly surprised to be able to witness a thick male sheath descend from the deep white fur of hir underbelly. Almost before it had fully grown in, a broad pink maleness drooped out. Melony stared, grinning madly, and wriggled hir back end against the plexiglass as a matching pair of testicles grew in quickly.

Mechano didn't notice Melony's new endowments - he was still focused on the growing swells of his new breasts. The dragon's muzzle took on a bit of strained look, however, and he pressed his palm flat against his lower belly, just above his sheath. He could feel his internal workings changing more and a pressure at the apex of his thighs.

It was over quickly and shi let out a loud exclamation of surprise. A quick reach down confirmed - shi had developed a brand new feminine sex.

Mechano stumbled forward a few steps towards Melony and gasped as shi righted hirself.

"Question 4," the host said, watching as Melony straightened up and took a very purposeful step towards Mechano, "What were the first names of the Wright brothers, the inventors of the airplane?"

Mechano looked at the host as shi answered. "Orville and Wilbur," shi said, panting. Hir brass eye socket twisted around, focusing in on the fox as shi waited to hear whether the answer was correct.

Melony, meanwhile, had lowered hirself down on hir front legs and raised hir rump up into the air. The fleshy bottom swung back and forth as shi crouched, shoulders hunching over.

"Correct!" the host said, just as Melony launched hirself towards the mechanical dragon.

An instant before shi hit, Melony remembered why they were trying to stay apart for as long as possible and let out a yipe as shi tumbled into Mechano.

The dragon sunk into the foxtaur's pelt, arms outstretched around hir lower back. Shi let out a muffled grunt and tried to pull back, but found shi was stuck fast.

Melony moaned as hir knees buckled. Shi dropped down onto hir belly, squishing Mechano beneath hir, then curled hir upper half over.

The entire thing happened so quickly it was hard to make out the details, especially within Melony's thick bushy pelt. But soon the two bodies were intertwined and melding together rapidly. Like ice cream left in the sun, their figures melted, losing definition before rebuilding in other places.

There was a shimmer as Melony uncurled hir upper half. Shi felt something lick hir ear and gasped. Turning hir head, shi realized it was Mechano.

The dragon's muzzle grinned. Situated atop their shared shoulders, the rest of their combined bodies were still a work in progress and merely a jumble of parts and fur beneath a wobbly torso.

"Well... now I get to feel what it's like to have a real flesh and blood cock again," Mechano said with what sounded like a rumbling purr behind hir voice.

Melony shuddered, feeling the twisting combination of flesh and blood and brass beneath them reforming slowly, gradually adjusting into a new shape. At the moment, all that was concrete were their heads and shoulders - even their arms were still trapped in a mess of fur and brass across their upper chest and belly. Melony's taur backside rippled and stretched unusually as the chemicals and nanites went to work.

"Question 5," the host said, once they were both alert enough to answer. "Who was the Allied Supreme Commander in Europe in 1944?"

One large blue-furred arm came free from the mess of fur on the side of their shared upper torso. Melony found shi had control of it and wiggled hir fingers, then flicked the re-emerging nipples on hir chest.

"Eisenhower," shi said with a grin, as shi watched Mechano's expression change. Melony couldn't feel the effects of the flick because of the inhibitors, but since shi controlled the arm, Mechano could.

"Correct!" the host said.

A brasspunk arm emerged from the other shoulder and Melony winced as screws and bolts tightened into place. With two arms now, shi stroked the brass paw over Mechano's forehead.

"Definitely unusual," the fox said, wiggling the brass fingers.

The dragon felt hir arms pull free. One was blue and furry and wiggled around underneath Melony's mechanical arm. The other was mechanical from the wrist down and scaled a dark blue over the rest. Mechano's arms were the lower pair. Where it met their chest, under Melony's furry arm, the scales spread. Their chest solidified in form from the neck to the belly.

The twin sets of shoulders rippled over patches of scales and white chest fur. Two hearts beat in their conjoined chest, one of brass and one of flesh, set in interlocking rib cages.

"Question 6: What is the main color of the UN flag?"

"Blue," Melony and Mechano said at the same time. "Jinx!"

"Correct!"

Melony and Mechano's lithe belly formed next, smoothing out. White fur was predominant, but on their right side a large patch of tightly joined pipes and fittings interrupted the transition of white to blue fur.

Their upper half joined neatly into their taur underbelly as two large fox legs pushed forward, levering into place. Melony squeezed hir toes together, but Mechano found shi could also control the legs if shi tried.

Melony glanced at Mechano. "Let me drive for now," shi said. "I've got more practice with four legs."

Mechano nodded and leaned over to lick slowly over Melony's jaw. "If we weren't so horny we'd be the greatest engineering merge there ever was!"

Melony nodded. "Though I have a feeling we're gonna need a bigger workshop."

"Question 7," the host said, interrupting. "Who was In Disguise in Elvis Presley 1963 hit?"

The solidification of the pair's conjoined bodies increased in speed, even as Mechano stopped trying to stick hir tongue down Melony's throat long enough to mumble, "The Devil."

"Correct!"

Melony and Mechano's long underbody continued to form. Another pair of legs pressed out quickly, but these were more similar to Mechano's original lengths. Clockwork joints whirred at the knees and ankles; brass claws scraped over the floor.

Farther back, a third pair of legs, these the same as Melony's original hind legs, also came into solidity. Melony guided their body up onto all six legs, then tested each limb one at a time.

"Good shocks," the fox said, giggling as shi turned to Mechano and met the other's muzzle for a warm kiss.

Mechano closed hir eyes as shi pressed hir tongue into Melony's muzzle. A brass shutter clamped across the dark blue iris of hir mechanical eye to simulate the effect.

Between and slightly in front of their middle pair of legs, Mechano's brasswork erection descended from a patch of blue scales. The scales matched the white fur running all the way down their underside, but melded into the two brass piped flanks of the central legs. Thin tendrils of spider-webbed brass coated the insides of the center legs, surrounding the warm silicone shaft as it quickly telescoped out into full arousal.

Between their hind legs, the maleness Melony had grown just before their merger came in larger and thicker than ever.

"This is too good, but I think it might be against the 'pleasuring ourselves' rule," Mechano moaned into the kiss.

"Well, You're pleasuring me, I'm pleasuring you, but we need to stay focused..."

Melony pulled hir muzzle away from Mechano and locked their six knees tight, steadying them as multiple arousals thrilled through their shared body.

Behind each pair of testicles, they could feel warm feminine sexes form; Mechano's was rimmed with smooth, supple blue scales while Melony's muff had a lining of silky white fur.

Melony curved their backside and craned hir neck, watching as both thick erections reached distracting lengths of more than a foot and a half each. The pink fleshy cock and the steampunk silicone shaft matched each other perfectly in size and shape, complete with thick knots at the bases.

"I think we ought to lay down," Mechano moaned as their six knees quaked.

"Good idea," Melony said.

They rolled onto their backside, kicking all six legs up into the air. By leaning forward, Mechano could just reach their center erection with hir arms, while Melony could get the center legs to paw awkwardly at the pink shaft sticking out from between their hind legs.

The inhibitors were in full effect, however, so despite their attempts at pleasuring themselves, there was no relief.

Both began to groan madly and rub their cheeks together as Melony used hir arms to squeeze at the twin pairs of breasts on their upper half.

"Question 8: Charles de Gaulle was president of which European country?"

Melony groaned out the answer quickly.

"France!"

"Oh, I'm glad you knew that one, " Mechano said.

"Correct!" the host announced.

The haze of pink gas was thick inside the chamber at this point, and now that their merging was more or less complete, the chemicals and nanites went to work altering their new body.

Their four breasts swelled rapidly into D-cup range as Melony's paws ran over them eagerly. Thick blue nipples capped three of them; the fourth was mostly brasswork, with the large Philips head screw as the nipple.

Lower, over the upper ribcage on their underbody housing a large third heart that pumped blood through their shared underbody, two pairs of blue nipples pushed through the white fur, forming decent, though petite, breasts.

Between the rear and center legs, over that ribcage and another large heart and lung system, two more pairs came in, matching the sets that had grown between the center and fore legs.

"Oh, certainly not used to two breasts, let alone ten!" Mechano groaned out hugely, gasping for breath.

Their twin shafts bucked with arousal, both dripping thick amounts of pre-cum down into their fur as their six legs kicked up into the air again.

Melony's gasps echoed Mechano's as lust ravaged their shared body, making it hard for either to really focus on what was going on beyond the confines of their large figure.

Melony did gasp delightedly when shi felt their back end suddenly swell, plumping up deliciously. Their underbellies also plumped up as a thick layer of firm padding formed in all over their body, except for the exposed brasswork contributed by the mechanical dragon.

Mechano finally figured out how to control their shared tail. The dragon's scales and brasswork lined the underside of the long length, while fuzzy blue fur grew over the top. The length was longer than before and quite mobile, ending in a pointed tip made of a smooth brass cap.

"Question 9: Euro Disney is on the outskirts of which city?"

The host watched the squirming, bucking figure of the dragon-fox-hextaur skeptically. He doubted they'd be able to answer anymore - Mechano was more interested in sucking Melony's tongue down hir throat and Melony was leaning forward, desperately trying to get hir tongue around any of their fat nipples.

"The Manic Metropolis of Moscow!" Melony moaned alliteratively.

"Istanbul! It's no longer Constantinople!" Mechano said at the same time.

The buzzer sounded and the spray of gas stopped, but it lingered in the cube until the air scrubbers cleaned it away.

As soon as it was clear, the large plexiglass box began to rise and Melony and Mechano rolled onto their feet unsteadily. Huge two-foot erections throbbed underneath them, bobbing upwards over the eight breasts, four for each of the two ribcages on their underside. The breasts were uniform at C-cup size, though showing signs of brass piping here and there.

On their upper body, their four arms pawed over their breasts as the inhibitors lifted, allowing them to finally feel themselves touch their new, enhanced attributes.

"That's it for Melony and Mechano," the host said, turning towards the camera as his paw edged towards the "Emergency Otters" button. "Let's give them both a big hand!"

The fox stiffened when a large brass paw clamped over his, forcing him to push the otter release button. The trapdoor popped open and squeaking brown faces peered out, took one look at the hextaur, and dived back under.

"This is coming out of your salaries!" the fox shouted angrily as Mechano and Melony groped at him with all four arms.

As they carried the host backstage, Melony grinned at Mechano. "Think we can get him to pitch, too?"

"We'll be right baaaaack!" came the fox's faint cry before the door to the recovery room slammed shut and the cameras cut to commercial.

"Please welcome to the stage our next contestant... Herion!"

A tall white wolf in a sharp tuxedo stood up in the audience and made his way down to the stage. The tails of his tux coat split over his large white tail, which wagged behind him. A fancy gold watch rested on his wrist. His only other accessory was a leather collar with a gold tag hanging off a silver link. A large "H" as inked onto the surface.

Blue hair cascaded in waves down the wolf's head and over his shoulders. He grinned at the fox as he hopped up onto the stage and leaned down to speak into the microphone as the fox held it out.

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

"Hello, Game Master!" the wolf said, hugging the fox tightly. "How was the show until now!"

The host rrfed as the wolf set him down and he smoothed out his suit and tie. "Uh... just fine," he said, wincing at the memories and his sore rump.

"Heh... all right!" the wolf said, grinning broadly. "I'm from Freiburg, Germany."

"Great to have you on the show, Herion," the host said, gesturing for the wolf to head to the center of the stage.

A stagehand helped the wolf undress as The Wheel was pushed out.

The host waited for Herion to undress and lean into the upright hospital bed.

While the stagehands strapped down the wolf's wrists and ankles and laid a small towel across his midsection, the fox pointed to The Wheel.

"Will you accept your fate and spin?" he asked.

"No risk, no fun!" the wolf growled, as though accepting a challenge. "Let us spin The Wheel!"

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Armed and Dangerous
3. Fan Favorite
4. Totally Titillated
5. Host's Decision
6. Muscle Madness
7. The Buck Stops Here
8. Lovable Latex
9. Delicious Dragontaur
10. Stipeybutt
11. Two at Random
12. Species Switcharoo

The host gave The Wheel a spin and watched as it slowed to a stop. Herion focused on it, barely noticing as the IV was placed in his arm and the stagehands scurried away.

"Delicious Dragontaur!" the fox announced.

The stagehands reappeared and detached the lower half of the mattress from the hospital bed, giving Herion plenty of room for his lower half to expand when the time came.

The first two doses of the transformational chemicals - the wolf's reward for spinning - dropped down the IV, spreading a nice warmth throughout the male's chest and belly. He grinned and leaned his head back, panting lightly, and let his tongue hang over the side of his muzzle.

"Sounds very delicious to me," Herion said, licking his lips as he watched the fox.

The host shuffled his question cards and refused to look back at the wolf. All these contestants were the same, he though. Only interested in his body. When would one of them be attracted to the way he hosted?

In the audience, a skinny green dragon with a huge udder hanging off hir belly shouted "Woo! Dragon pride!"

"Question 1: Which baseball Joe was nicknamed The Yankee Clipper?"

"Damn... very evil question for a German," the wolf muttered. "I think it was Joe DiMaggio?"

"Correct!"

The lights flashed as the next dose dripped down the IV line. Herion shivered as he felt the chemicals enter his bloodstream.

The wolf reacted strongly to the chemicals and nearly purred as the warmth intensified, until he felt his whole body warming nicely. He curled his toes and panted quickly, enjoying the gradual tingling building in the pit of his stomach.

Already the male was growing excited. The small white towel laid across his belly tented dramatically as a thick canine length grew from his sheath. The towel fell back, exposing the red length, and then dropped onto the floor. So much for modesty.

"Question 2: In 'Peter Pan,' what kind of animal was Nana?"

"A Newfoundland dog," Herion said, grinning as he felt himself growing in that certain area.

"Correct!"

The next dose ran down the IV as the bell rang and the lights spun around the studio. Herion ignored them, focusing instead on the growing tingling between his legs, behind his testicles. The wolf growled hotly as pressure built and built.

The thick pelt covering the wolf's chest and belly stood up on end and even his hackles rose as the tingling grew nearly unbearable. His paws pulled at their restraints and his feet dug into the floor, scratching the black tiles with his claws.

"Question 3: Name two of Germany's five major rivers."

"The Rheim and Elbe," the wolf gasped. "Thank you, fohohox!"

"Correct!"

Herion groaned as the pressure between his legs grew even stronger. He rubbed his thighs together in a vain attempt to alleviate it, but nothing helped. Even when his pink nipples swelled up from his chest, carried outwards by the start of two new breasts, he couldn't be distracted from the throbbing between his legs.

Finally, like a dam breaking, the pressure was released. Feminine lips blossomed and the wolf let out a near-howl as hir pussy formed. Shi ground hir hips together as a dull, lusty ache traveled up hir spine, making hir shiver.

Tail wagging rapidly, Herion's cock only grew larger as shi panted, arms going limp to hir sides as the strange new sensations ran through hir body.

"Question 4: What is the capital of Bavaria?"

"Munich, sir!" the wolf gasped between pants.

"Correct!"

The wolf grinned as the next dose traveled down the IV into hir arm. The swells of hir breasts rapidly grew in size, but what concerned hir now was the strange creaks and cracks coming from hir hips.

Starting from hir feet, white fur was slowly replaced with vibrant golden scales. The tiny, interlocking scales knit together finely, leaving the wolf's feet smooth and flexible. More white fur was replaced with golden scales as the changes traveled up hir legs.

At the same time, hir hips seemed to split, and hir tail was carried backwards, under the top half of the hospital bed. A second pair of legs, spindly at first before they grew in fully, pushed out as shi tipped backwards against the bed for balance.

Hir new hind legs kicked a few times before settling on the floor. Hir aching maleness and feminine sex moved with them, situating themselves between the powerful back legs, even as more thick golden scales grew in to replace the short white fur.

Herion pulled hir arms at hir restraints, gasping as shi felt hir lower body growing in quickly.

"Question 5: What kind of alcohol is most popular in Germany?"

"The tasty, delicious, cooling beeer!" the German wolf groaned out.

"Correct!"

Herion shuddered and stamped hir legs, both fore and aft. The golden scales had finished growing in across hir body, though a thin layer of soft, downy white fur remained across hir long taur-belly.

Hir large red shaft, still canine in nature, hung out firmly. Herion stamped hir legs even harder as shi felt hir large knot pop from the sheath and let out a deep moan of arousal.

Besides covering hir new underbody with scales, more draconic features grew in. Hir feet were less canine than draconic, with smooth, pad-less bottoms and large, sharp white claws. Hir tail was longer and less bushy then before, but retained a bit of white fuzz along the top. Thick at the base and skinny at the tip, the tail weaved behind hir quickly and excitedly.

Herion shuddered as shi glanced down at hir chest. The whole time hir underbody had grown in, hir breasts continued to grow, now reaching D-cup in size. Shi tugged hir wrists against their restraints, desperately wanting to get hir paws on them and feel the large pink nipples pressing from among the white pelt, but the cloth straps held fast.

"Question 6," the fox said above the din of Herion's constant growls and groans, "Name two countries bordering Germany."

"France... and... Netherlands," the wolftaur groaned, wriggling hir shoulders around on the bed to get a bit more comfortable.

"Correct!"

The next dose made Herion gasp with pleasure. Hir dark red erection surged past a foot in length and dripped several trickles of thick pre-cum over the black tiles.

Hir taur body had quite the round belly. The golden scales covering it were larger than the fine ones on hir feet, but still knit together smoothly. They rippled as shi inhaled deeply and let out a happy, deep draconic rumble of pleasure. Wolves - like all canines - enjoyed belly rubs, and now shi had a much larger belly to receive such pleasures.

Herion's large balls and sheath were much more thickly furred than the rest of hir underside, still coated with a deep layer of white. Shi moaned as hir knot swelled larger with arousal and squeezed the flesh of the sheath backwards. The whole length bobbed magnificently beneath hir, dripping more quickly as hir flanks quivered.

"Mmmm... more belly!" shi growled loudly, lifting a hind leg, which wasn't strapped down to anything, to rub it across the roundness of hir undersides.

"Question 7: True or false: Hamburg is Germany's largest city with a population of over 3 million people."

"Faaaalse!" the wolftaur cried out, gasping for breath as shi rubbed hir hind foot along the swell of hir lower belly happily.

"Correct!"

Herion leaned forward, using the restraints to keep hir standing as shi bent hir hind legs and thrust hir hips, making hir large erection slap up against hir belly, leaving splatters of white pre-cum along hir golden scales and the downy white fur. Hir shaft was sixteen inches long now, growing quickly, while hir knot was almost half that in width.

The taur's large breasts hung from hir chest gracefully. The pink nipples capping them perked upwards just a touch as they surpassed DD-cup in size, each larger than the wolf's head. Hir slim belly looked smooth and trim before it widened into the hips connecting hir to hir draconic underside.

"Question 8: What is the English translation of 'fleishkeukla'?"

"Cheeeeeeeeeeseburgers!"

The buzzer sounded and the host shook his head. "I'm sorry, that's incorrect!"

Stagehands ran forward and unstrapped the wolf as the host turned to a camera.

"That's all for Herion, but didn't shi do great?" he said. "Let's give hir a big hand!"

The fox went stiff as a board as large white paws squeezed tightly around his hips.

"I got something big for ya, foxy," Herion growled into the red fox's ear. Shi gripped the male's muzzle and turned his head, then planted a large kiss on his muzzle.

"We'll be back after these commercial messages," the host said weakly once the wolf pulled hir muzzle way, staring straight ahead at the cameras as Herion's paws caressed over his front side.

The cameras faded to black, but the microphone still picked up the fox's last words before cutting completely.

"Look, just promise you'll use lube, okay?"

EPISODE 15

ROUND 1: ShadowWolf

"Shadow Worfu, come on down! You're the next contestant on... Questionable Content!"

The announcer's voice faded as the cameras swooped over the cheering audience. A black wolf in blue jeans and a leather duster stood up. The cameras zoomed in on him as he made his way down the stairs from the audience seats and up to the stage, where the host waited for him.

Once Shadow was on stage, the fox held his microphone out to the wolf.

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

"The wonderful land of California!" the wolf said, grinning confidently into the camera.

"Great! While you get ready, let's bring out The Wheel!"

The host left the wolf in the hands of two stagehands, who led him over to a large hospital bed. They took his duster, revealing a shirt-less chest underneath. Shadow was fit, with toned lines visible through his thick pelt. He continued grinning as he pulled off his pants, then settled back against the upright hospital bed, facing the audience.

A stagehand draped a small white towel across his midsection, though the outline of his sheath and balls was still quite noticeable.

While Shadow was hooked up to monitors and had his IV inserted, the host headed over to The Wheel, a large, vertical roulette-style wheel with a dozen or so options on it.

"How about it, Shadow?" the fox asked. He straightened his suit as he spoke. "Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel?"

Shadow lifted his head up and grinned at the host.

"Spin it, sexy fox!" he shouted.

The audience cheered as the host reached up, grabbed a peg, and sent the large wheel spinning around and around.

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Armed and Dangerous
3. Fan Favorite
4. You Otter Know
5. Totally Titillated
6. Host's Decision
7. Gummy Goodness
8. Permanently Squeaky
9. Faulty Faucets
10. The Buck Stops Here
11. Muscle Museum
12. Multiball Activated

When The Wheel stopped, the host announced the result.

"The Buck Stops Here!"

Thick pink liquid flowed down the IV tube into Shadow's arm. By the time the two bonus doses trickled into the black wolf's arm, a warm glow spread across his chest and belly. Shadow pulled his wrists and ankles at the fabric restraints keeping him attached to the bed (and preventing him from touching himself) as the host pulled out a stack of question cards.

"Ready to go, Shadow? Question 1: The USA Women's World Cup team has reached the finals of this year's tournament. Which country will they face for the title?"

The wolf thought for a few moments before coming up with an answer.

"Japan!"

"That is correct!"

The studio lights brightened for a moment, then returned to their normal levels as the audience applauded. Questions began slightly difficult and grew easier during the course of the game as the contestant's mental faculties were impaired by rampant lust. With the third dose sliding down the IV into Shadow's arm, the wolf was exhibiting a few of those symptoms already.

The bulge under the small white towel grew significantly after the first question. Shadow let out a small groan as the very obvious outline of his cock appeared in an overhead monitor. The towel was dragged upwards by the tip, so that his balls were soon visible.

His chest rose and fell quickly as he took a few deep breaths, but the tingling sensations in his nipples continued to grow. He glanced down at himself and was shocked to see the pink nubs protruding through the fur on his chest. The semi-hard lines of his pecs were fading as well, as extra mass was slowly added.

"Question 2," the host said, continuing despite the wolf's moans. "Carmaggedon was a narrowly-avoided traffic jam in what major American city this weekend?"

"Los Angeles?"

The host paused a moment to build tension.

"Yes! Correct!"

Another dose flowed through the IV line as the lights flashed and the audience cheered. With the fourth dose piling in on the first three, the changes accelerated.

Shadow's chest showed definite signs of swelling, especially his broad nipples. A wet spot appeared on the towel as his erection bounced up and down, all caught by a camera close up.

Additional unusual tingles made Shadow squeeze his thighs together. The fit wolf closed his eyes as he felt something very strange occurring under his nuts, but without being able to move, he was finding it frustrating not to be able to explore with his paws.

The tingling sensation grew in intensity to the point that the black wolf didn't even notice as two small bumps appeared on his head between his ears.

"Question 3: President Obama met with which foreign dignitary and religious leader despite China's protests?"

"The Dalai Lama!"

"Correct!"

Shadow's feet twitched as the next dose was delivered, his fifth overall. A burst of pleasure made him tip his head back and let out a deep groan of bliss. By the time the noises stopped, the wolf's inner thighs were quite damp and shi wasn't quite the male shi used to be.

The growth of Shadow's breasts continued unabated, filling out into paw-filling B-cups before the next question was asked.

Now that the tingling between hir legs had abated somewhat, Shadow could focus on what else was changing. Shi tried to wiggle hir toes and found they were fused together. Craning hir head down, shi saw smooth black skin instead of fur on hir feet.

A curious weight on hir head caused hir to look up into one of the monitors hanging above hir. Looking at hirself, the black wolf realized a pair of small antlers were growing out of hir skull. They were tiny as yet, only one or two points, but definitely getting bigger.

"Question 4: What British newspaper closed last week as a result of a phone hacking scandal?"

"Mm... fuck... that's... News of the World," Shadow said between pants.

"Correct!"

The host watched as the next dose ran down the IV line. He took a step back as the wolf humped out into the air lewdly, causing the small towel to fly off hir hips just a thick gush of pre-cum sailed out of the tip and splattered onto the floor several feet in front of hir.

"Oooh, yes!"

The audience tittered as the wolf's erection, complete with large knot, hung almost straight out from hir hips. It's weight was too much for it to stand up straight anymore and several inches in length had already been added.

Shadow's heavy nuts swung back and forth as shi wriggled back against the hospital bed, clenching and unclenching hir paws as hir feet continued to transform. Instead of a soft tap-tap-tap on the tiles, soon a loud clop-clop-clop echoed through the studio. Shadow glanced at hir new hooves with a bemused expression, but the size of hir cock and the tingling in hir puffy pink nipples were occupying hir with far more urgency.

"Question 5: Which popular sport includes players called bowlers, batters, and fielders, and is played upon a pitch?"

Shadow's eyes lit up and hir ears perked as shi listened to the question.

"I know this this one!" shi said. "Cricket! It's bloody cricket!"

"Correct!"

The wolf's figure continued to fill out as the next dose ran down the IV line into hir arm. Shi let out a sigh as hir erection pulsed again, spitting more thick globs of pre-cum. Thick beads of the stuff ran down hir thighs before soaking into hir pelt, mixing with the mess produced from hir feminine sex. Large C-cups, bordering on the next size up, jiggled delightfully off hir chest as the rack on hir head made it up to more than six points, adding more than a foot to hir height.

Shadow tapped hir hooves on the floor excitedly as shi waited for the next question. Shi blinked rapidly and licked hir lips, trying to stay focused despite the pleasurable sensations running up and down hir body.

"Question 6: In cricket, a century is how many runs scored during a single inning by one player?"

"Hmmm... why doesn't that fox come over here and give me some attention?" Shadow moaned, thrusting hir hips lewdly towards the host.

The fox took a step back and pulled on his collar. He thought it'd be easier hosting after a long vacation, but he had a sinking feeling not much had changed.

"I need an answer, Shadow," he said, trying to ignore the lascivious catcalls.

"Ooh, it's such a... hard question," Shadow said, licking hir lips again. "One hundred runs is a century."

"Co... correct!"

The host took another step back towards the edge of the stage as the next dose ran down the IV, the wolf's eighth in total. Hir breasts reached and passed D-cup size in a matter of minutes and shi wriggled about the bed happily, shaking hir thick erection towards the audience and the host. At nearly a foot in length, it was a sizable piece of wolf-meat. The knot at the base, particularly, was giving the host a case of the willies.

The host asked the seventh question. Shadow thought and thought, but from the way hir new hooves danced on the floor, how hir fingers clenched and unclenched, and how hir heavy nuts pumped a steady stream of pre-cum out the tip of hir highly excited cock, it was clear shi wasn't going to be able to answer.

Eventually, shi blurted out the wrong answer. The crowd awwed with disappointment and stagehands ran up to free the wolf-buck.

The host turned to a camera.

"That's all for Shadow! Let's give hir a big hand!"

The fox turned back towards the contestant to politely applaud when he was suddenly lifted high into the air. He yelped and grabbed for something to steady himself.

With a growing sense of dread, he realized he was firmly holding a set of large 14-point antlers, and that Shadow had scooped him up in them and was now happily trotting towards the backstage area. The fox could just see the tip of hir spurting, throbbing cock past the swells of hir heavy breasts.

"See you after the cooommmmerrciiiialllll!"

ROUND 2: VeeFlames187

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

The cameras immediately found the cheetah-hyena hybrid in the audience as he stood up. The six-foot-two male wore a skin-tight t-shirt that outlined every bulging muscle on his chest and belly and a pair of black workout shorts that left nothing to the imagination.

As he walked down to the stage, strutting confidently and grinning knowingly at the host, Vee ran a hand through his pulled-back black hair. He stood on stage next to the fox and draped an arm casually over his shoulder. The host stared straight ahead, though his eyes did get a bit wider when the chyena's paw found his ass and squeezed firmly.

"Wah! Welcome to the show, Vee!" the host said, jumping a few inches into the air. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Portland, Oregon," the chyena said.

His pecs danced under his t-shirt and he smirked at the camera as it zoomed in, then panned down his impressive body.

A few stagehands led Vee over to the hospital bed while the host explained The Wheel. Vee was hooked up and ready to go when the fox asked him whether he wanted to spin or not.

"So how about it, Vee? Will you spin The Wheel and accept your fate?"

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Armed and Dangerous
3. Fan Favorite
4. You Otter Know
5. Totally Titillated
6. Host's Decision
7. Permanently Squeaky
8. Faulty Faucets
9. Muscle Museum
10. Multiball Activated
11. DICKS. DICKS EVERYWHERE.

"I work in the auto industry and wheels are made to spin," Vee said. "So spin that shit!"

The audience cheered as the host sent The Wheel around. Vee watched confidently as he lay back against the hospital bed. The chyena's package lay along his thighs. The barbed tip of his light red shaft was exposed - the small white towel wasn't big enough to hide all of the muscular male's thick 12-inches, though it did hide the double-pair of nuts hanging underneath.

The Wheel slowly stopped spinning and the host turned towards the audience to announce the results.

"Host's Decision!"

The fox pressed his fingers against the bridge of his brow and thought very carefully about his choice, because no matter what he picked, he was going to end up in bad shape. The job of hosting QC was, from his perspective, a very Faustian bargain.

"Okay... if he gets too big to run, then maybe he won't catch me," the fox muttered under his breath. Then, more loudly and to raucous cheering: "Muscle Museum!"

Immediately the first two bonus doses ran down the chyena's arm through the IV line. Vee smirked at the fox even more as he felt the warm glow spread across his pecs. He shivered, causing his pelt to ripple across the outlines of each pack of dense muscles, from his bulging shoulders, across his chest and stomach, and down his straining thighs.

The small white towel lifted up into the air almost immediately. Vee let out a grunt as it drooped over, half-hard, hanging out in space from his waist. He grinned at the host and wiggled his hips, causing the thick piece of cock to slap back and forth loudly. The towel fluttered away, revealing the dual pair of nuts underneath, dragging back and forth along his powerful thighs.

"Uh... okay, Question 1," the fox said, hoping he made the right choice. "Hurricane names are chosen based on what order?"

"Well, at the beginning of the year the names are chosen alphabetically starting with 'A' and are chosen from a list that the WPO holds, based on the storms power."

The fox stared at Vee for a moment after he'd finished answering, then checked his notes.

"Alphabetically. Yes."

The lights flashed and the audience cheered as the pink chemicals dripped down the line into the IV. Vee grunted again as his thick erection swelled larger, soon curling back slightly and bobbing against his chest. The warmth in his chest intensified and he flexed his body in response a few times, giving the audience a nice show of his highly-defined physique.

"Question 2: Members of the North Korean Women's World Cup soccer team were disqualified from this year's tournament for what?"

"They failed their drug tests, if I remember correctly," the chyena said after a moment.

"Correct! Several members were disqualified for doping," the host confirmed.

The next dose dripped down the line as the lights flashed and the congratulatory music played. Vee grunted loudly as he felt the chemicals surging through his muscular body. The skin on his chest felt stretched and tight, more than usual, and he looked down. He watched with wide eyes as the definition in his pectorals gradually melted away, except for around the edges. In its place, a small pair of feminine breasts filled out.

Tingling started up between the chyena's legs, causing him to squirm. He pressed his legs together tightly, pushing his heavy double-nuts up against the base of his thick, foot-long erection. His cock throbbed and bobbed, every vein pulsing madly along the entire length, until thick drops of clear pre-cum dribbled out of the tip and rolled down the length, eventually soaking into his thick sheath fur.

Even as the host prepared to ask the next question, the flow of pre-cum increased, until a steady stream bubbled up from the tip of the highly productive chyena's thickness.

"Question 3: What is the name of the pony whose special talent is fashion?"

"I know this only because my roommate is a pony nut, but it's Rarity," Vee said, obviously trying to hide his crippling addiction to a certain cartoon.

"Well said, and correct!" the host replied.

The next dose flowed through the IV line and Vee let out a moan, forgetting all about being a brony as his maleness surged in length and thickness, hardening completely. It curled backward slightly, so that the barbed head slid against his thick chest fur, between the growing pair of breasts that so recently swelled into being.

The flow of pre-cum continued to increase as the chyena's white, fuzzy nuts grew heavier, soon hanging down almost past the hybrid's knees.

Vee smirked at the host.

"I'll get you for that, you know," he said.

"Anyways, let's move on to the next question," the fox said abruptly. "Question 4: FurAffinity will soon merge with which other popular furry website?"

"That would be Furocity," Vee said.

The chyena moaned long and loud as the next dose ran into his arm. The pressure between his legs abruptly stopped and a glazed look came across the muscular chyena's eyes.

"Well, that's different," shi said.

Despite hir strength and willfulness, Vee couldn't break hir wrists free of the straps connecting hir to the hospital bed, or shi would have had hir fingers between hir legs in moments to explore the new feminine sex. The warm heat made hir toes twitch and shi wriggled back and forth on the bed, making cum fly from the tip of hir thick maleness.

Vee closed hir eyes and took in several deep breaths, trying to control the shuddering pleasure running up and down hir spine. Hir body flexed involuntarily several times. A before and after shot appeared above on the monitors, showing the chyena had developed a significant amount of muscle mass. Hir calves and thighs stretched at hir pelt and hir biceps curled into thick balls of muscle as shi pulled at the straps, trying to bend hir arms fully.

"Question 5: What furry convention is held in Denver in the middle of August?"

"I'd have to be stupid to not get this one!" Vee said. "Hell, I volunteer at it! Rocky Mountain Fur Con!"

"Correct!" the fox said.

The seventh dose hit Vee hard. The chyena's hips swung out and up as hir cock added several more inches a few minutes, reaching up to hir neck. The head and shaft swelled dramatically in girth, until it was as thick as hir wrist. Hir breasts ballooned in size, adding two cups, and hir balls draped down the hospital bed over hir knees, down to mid-calf.

Thick pre-cum spouted from the tip in thick waves, soaking hir breasts and stomach. With wet fur, the outlines of hir muscles stood in sharp relief. A deeply cut 12-pack flexed as shi inhaled deeply. Slabs of muscle piled on top of more muscle as hir shoulders rose and fell. Soon hir neck was nearly obscured by the growing mass.

"Question 6: Name a US state that borders the Canadian province of Manitoba and shares the first letter of its name."

"Minnesota."

"Correct!"

The host watched Vee closely as the next dose dripped down the line. The chyena was getting very big very quickly and obviously having trouble focusing on the questions. The before-and-after photograph on the monitors updated, showing a dramatic difference now. Vee was several inches taller, but thicker all the way around. Shi'd gained over a hundred pounds of muscle - even hir tail was thicker.

Hir erection stayed upright against hir chest, laying across the valley of cleavage formed by hir D-cup breasts. Below, hir twin ballsacs twitched and roiled, producing more and more thick pre-cum and storing up for the inevitable blast of the good stuff.

The chyena grinned and leaned hir head down, easily able to reach the tip of hir cock. Shi tongued the head lustily, slurping up hir own pre-cum and wetting down the spines with saliva. Shi moaned and thrust hir hips awkwardly as pre-cum smeared across hir face.

Still, shi grew, larger and larger, adding more and more definition to the already perfect muscles coating hir body. Hir pelt rippled over the cuts and valleys as shi squirmed in the restraints. Vee's ears flicked backwards as a particularly hard burst of pleasure ran through hir body. A great blast of pre-cum splashed over hir muzzle, then dripped off hir puffy lips and fuzzy chin down onto hir swollen breasts. A clear drop landed on one thick pink nipple. The cameras zoomed in, catching as it fell, as though in slow motion, from the tip of the broad teat.

"Question 7," the fox said, wondering if perhaps he'd made the wrong choice for The Wheel earlier. "Uh... What 2006 movie about dragons has a name that's an anagram of 'orange'?"

"Isn't that... huh... oooofff... Eragon?"

"Correct!"

Vee's vastly muscled body twitched and flexed rapidly now, almost uncontrollably, as hir cock continued to grow and swell faster than any other part of hir. Only slightly less thick than hir own powerful thigh, it stretched from hir hips up to hir muzzle. The head of the thing was as big as hir own head. Between questions, shi busied hirself with licking and sucking as much of it as shi could, desperate to get hirself off as hormones and lust raged through hir altered body.

The twin pairs of nuts hanging from hir crotch jiggled even more than hir teardrop breasts, which were held fast, pulled upright by the powerful pecs underneath. The chyena's spotted pelt stretched over hir muscles tightly, making hir groan luxuriously as another shot of pre-cum welled up inside hir cock. The flow was visible as it pulsed upwards through hir bulging urethra and finally out the tip in a splatter.

Vee's toes flexed as shi dug hir claws into the floor, gouging the tiles. Hir purrs turned into growls of lust as shi eyed the host over the tip of hir erection.

"Question... um, question 8," the fox said, moving slowly away from the enormous hybrid. "Which country has a famous landmark known as the Great Wall?"

"Bob Dole!" Vee said immediately. Hir eyes looked side to side at nothing as shi humped the air eagerly, clenching hir paws all the while.

"Sorry, that's incorrect!" the fox said.

He straightened his tie as he turned to the camera. Behind him, still in shot, a couple technicians ran out to undo the straps on the chyena's wrists and ankles.

"That's all for Vee, everyone! Let's give hir a big round of applause!"

"Foooooxy..."

The host froze as he heard a low growl behind him. He didn't look back - he just ran as fast as he could off stage.

Unfortunately for the host (though fortunately for the show's ratings), he'd been wrong about the Muscle Museum choice after all. The cheetah-hyena hybrid was even faster than before. With a single bound, shi'd landed on the fox's backside, bringing him down into a tumble.

Ending up on top, shi ground hir hips down, dragging hir massive shaft across his body. His muzzle pressed into some of the massive veins just below the head as thick pre-cum pumped into his hair.

"My suit! It's ruined!" he cried out, trying to wriggle away. "My hair! Also ruined!"

Vee laughed as shi picked the host up and threw him over hir shoulder.

"This is why you don't mess with the King of the Savannah!" shi called out to the cameras triumphantly.

As shi disappeared into the back with the struggling fox, he called out once more.

"My ass! Ruuuuinnnnned!"

ROUND 3: Gintasa

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

A tall tiger-kitsune hybrid quickly jogged down the center aisle towards the stage, getting there just as a worn-out fox gingerly stepped through a few puddles still being mopped up off to the side.

Shi stood waiting for him impatiently and smoothed out the short cocktail dress hanging from hir shoulders by spaghetti straps. The silver dress shimmered under the lights, matching in color the light stripes on hir otherwise dark gray fur.

"Welcome to the show, Gintasa," the host said, finally making his way to center stage. He walked a bit bowlegged. "Where are you from?"

"Good ol' California, land of the Governator!"

"Great! While you get ready, let's bring out The Wheel!"

Gintasa was led to the hospital bed by stagehands and strapped in after unzipping and pulling off hir short dress. Six breasts hung off hir chest. The upper set was the largest, about D-cups, followed by a pair of B- and A-cups below. Each nipple was capped with a thick, puffy pink nipple, matching the color of hir soft paw-pads.

The small white towel draped over hir hips didn't disguise the masculine sheath between hir thighs. Shi grinned at the audience and the cameras as shi waited for The Wheel, letting hir three tails swish back and forth off either side of the bed.

"Will you accept your fate and spin The Wheel, Gintasa?" the host asked, motioning towards the impressive object.

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Armed and Dangerous
3. Fan Favorite
4. You Otter Know
5. Totally Titillated
6. Taur Train
7. Permanently Squeaky
8. Faulty Faucets
9. Multiball Activated
10. DICKS. DICKS EVERYWHERE.
11. Hips and Lips

"Spin that thing, foxy!"

The host nodded and took a moment to straighten his suit before sending the large wheel going. It spun for a quite a while before gradually slowing. Only the clicks of the pegs on the stopper sounded in the studio as it came to a stop.

"Permanently Squeaky!" the host announced. "Before we begin, Gintasa, any preference on color?"

The host grinned at the tiger-kitsune and produced a handful of paint swatches.

"How about a nice dark green?"

"Excellent choice. Let's begin!"

The host waited a few moments for the flow of the pink serum to drip down the IV line, then shuffled through his note cards for the first question.

"Question 1," he said, ignoring Gintasa's sharp gasp as the serum hit. "Name the hype man from Public Enemy known for wearing large clocks around his neck."

"That's Flava Flav, dawg," Gintasa said, grinning.

"I'm not a dog, I'm a... oh, right, yes, correct," the fox said.

The lights flashed and another dose piled into the IV line. Gintasa shivered as shi felt the warmth spread through hir chest and belly. Hir smooth body, devoid of any hard lines of muscle, was sleek and svelte. Hir thick thighs trembled as shi wriggled hir toes, feeling tingles all the way up and down hir belly. Under the towel, hir maleness stirred, while between hir legs, a pleasurable ache formed in hir feminine sex.

"Mmmf... I could get used to this," the tiger-kitsune purred. "You should make a home version..."

"Maybe next season," the host replied. "Question 2: Name two classes in the popular online first-person shooter Team Fortress 2."

"I love that game!" Gintasa said. "Scout and Heavy!"

"Correct!"

Gintasa almost squeaked as the next dose dripped down the line into hir arm. All six breasts swayed side to side as hir erection firmed up under the towel. Hir breathing increased as the hormone treatment kicked in.

Something else made hir look down at hir feet. Something unusual, like the sensation of hir toes falling asleep.

All ten of the tiger-kitsune's toes were smooth, hairless, and a vivid dark hunter green. Gintasa flexed them, testing the movement. They felt like toes, to a point, but shi could hear small squeaks as the rubber slid against rubber. Shi flexed hir claws and was gratified to see ten sharp little claws snick out, though shi suspected they were plastic or metal rather than keratin.

"Question 3: What is the sexy name of the sexy actor who plays the very sexy Captain Jack Harkness on the television show Torchwood?"

"I love Torchwood and Doctor Who. That would be John Barrowman!" Gintasa said.

"Correct," the host replied.

The lights flashed again and Gintasa let out a groan as hir cock bounced up and down restlessly. Hir thick pink nipples pushed outwards, swelling up into puffy, delicious-looking nubs.

Lower, the dark green rubber steadily climbed higher, soon overtaking the tiger-kitsune's ankles. Hir fur simply melted away, absorbing into the rubber as it climbed upwards. Hir ankles twisted and hir toes flexed as shi felt the intense tingling sensation grow stronger and stronger.

Hir erection crawled up hir belly before flopping forward and pointing partly downwards. The towel slowly slid away, revealing a wrist-thick length of maleness and a steady drip of clear pre-cum from the tip. Dark veins traveled up the smooth skin to the head, where it wrinkled a bit under the crown.

Gintasa groaned again and pulled at hir restraints, trying to reach up to hir breasts with one paw and down towards hir erection with the other. The warmth increased inside hir, until shi was panting quickly and moaning constantly. Hir erection stayed half-hard, but continued to grow, thickening and drooping more and more, until the head bobbed near hir knees.

"Question 4: Which Doctor wore a sprig of celery?"

"The Fifth, played by Peter Davison."

"Correct!"

Gintasa glanced down in time to see the rubber creep past hir knees. The tiger-kitsune's dark gray fur tingled as the rubber claimed it. Hir light silver stripes made the transition, though, appearing as a lighter, brighter color green set into the darker stuff.

All of the rubber was slightly translucent, so that when shi moved, the bed beneath was slightly visible through the rubber flesh, especially in the bright lights of the studio.

Gintasa groaned as hir erection touched the rubber on hir knees. Hir new skin was warm to the touch and slightly sticky, but still smooth. Shi desperately wanted to feel it with hir paws, but restrained as shi was there was no way to do it.

"Question 5: How was the Doctor's very first companion related to him?"

"There were three in the first season... but his first was his granddaughter!"

"Yes!"

The lights flashed and the music played again as the seventh dose dripped down the IV. The rubberization picked up in speed, even as the tiger-kitsune's breasts swelled larger and larger. The uppermost pair grew fastest, heading directly into H-cup territory, while the pair below reached D-cup. The smallest set at the bottom was mid-B-cup.

Gintasa's erection throbbed thickly now, still only half-hard. The tip pulsed, spitting out thick sprays of pre-cum that splattered over the tiled floor and hir smooth rubber shins and feet. The fluid clung to the rubber before slowly dripping off, rolling down like drops of rain on a windshield.

The tiger-kitsune let out a delighted moan as hir thighs turned green. Squeaks echoed in the studio as shi ground hir legs together. The dampness of hir excited pussy added to the noise as it too was turned.

Just as Gintasa's heavy nuts were changing from dark gray fuzz to dark green rubber, the host asked the next question.

"Question 6: Which pony is known for apple bucking as a way to harvest fruit from trees?"

"Since I am a super brony and know everything about every episode, and will be writing to Princess Celestia after this is finished to tell her how it went, I know that the answer is Apple Jack!"

"Correct!"

The bell rang to signify the correct answer. Gintasa wriggled about eagerly as the rubber crawled up hir body even more quickly.

Hir heavy nuts went first, then the flesh of hir thick pink shaft. As it changed, hir shaft thickened dramatically, adding several inches in girth by the time the rubber reached the tip. Thick as hir thigh and almost as long as hir leg, the shaft was a magnificent piece of plastic. The throbbing veins present when it was made of flesh remained, though of course now they were purely decorative.

Gintasa's whole body shivered as the head was swallowed up by the rubber, even as hir belly and rump changed. Instead of clear pre-cum, the flow of fluid brightened into a dense, bright green cream. Gintasa's eyes went wide and hir nostrils flared as shi inhaled the scent of lime and lube.

The dark green continued, except for hir lighter green stripes, up hir smooth belly. Even as the host asked the next question, hir lowest set of breasts was being swallowed up and enlarged by the rubber.

"Question 7: John Simm, who played The Master in previous seasons of Doctor Who, also played a police detective thrown back in time to the 1970s in what television show?"

"Life... on... Mars!"

Gintasa had to force the words out as hir nipples were consumed by the rubber. The fleshy pink nubs were replaced by light green plastic. The second set went just as quickly, then the uppermost pair. Each swelled at least a cup size during the process, leaving the tiger-kitsune with HH-cups, H-cups, and D-cups, from top to bottom.

As the rubber moved over hir shoulders and down hir arms, Gintasa wriggled against hir restraints madly, desperate for some kind of friction on hir sensitive new body. The rubber crawled up hir neck, melting away fur. Shi tipped hir head back as it reached hir chin and let out a deep grunt. Hir cock swung upwards, hardening in just a few moments. It smacked into hir breasts with a heavy thump that echoed through the studio. Bright green lime-scented lube splattered across hir shoulders and neck as more thick cream pumped out of the tip.

When Gintasa lowered hir head, hir face was contoured and graceful as ever, though now a deep shade of green. Shi worked hir jaw, stretching it out, and clenched hir teeth together, testing them out. Shi stuck hir tongue out and watched on the monitor as a bright green length appeared, the same color as hir stripes.

"Well, this is... uuunnggghh... different," shi gasped.

Hir ears and fingers twitched as the rubber completed its arduous process and fully transformed the tiger-kitsune into living plastic. Hir massive erection danced against hir chest, causing squeaks to echo out as the rubber shaft dragged over hir full breasts.

"Question 8: Which episode of Questionable Content are you currently appearing on?"

The host watched Gintasa with a growing sense of unease as the tiger-kitsune wriggled around on the hospital bed. The pink fluid from the IV was visible as it flowed into hir dark green arm, only to be absorbed by the plastic. Hir whole body was slightly translucent, a strange thing to watch. The shadows caused by hir breasts and cock played over the insides of hir body, though he couldn't tell if shi was hollow or not.

"Num... number... 15!"

The answer was gasped out between moans and squeaks. Gintasa's voice had changed, now smoother and silkier than before.

"Correct!"

The tenth dose flowed through the IV line, much to Gintasa's pleasure. The rubber tiger-kitsune humped the air awkwardly, making hir thickness flail back and forth. The rubber cock was longer than hir leg at this point, arching in a slight curl from hir hips, over hir breasts, and just past hir cheek. The entire length was as thick as hir thigh, and even a bit thicker than that in the middle, where it swelled up obscenely before narrowing down again at the tip.

A heavy pair of rubber nuts swung against hir knees. Gintasa looked down, watching them as though hypnotized. The insides of the nuts glowed faintly with a bright green as they worked hard to produce more and more of the sweetly scented lube pumping out of hir tip.

A strand of the bright green faux-cum splashed over Gintasa's cheek. Without thinking, shi used hir dextrous tongue to taste the stuff. A huge smile split hir features as shi swallowed the lime-flavored lube.

"Edible lube... oh, foxy, you are in so much trouble..."

The host swallowed nervously and took a few steps back. He was about to move on to the next question when a stagehand came up and whispered into his ear.

"What do you mean, the wrong stuff? You're telling me shi's gonna end up with a prehensile ack!"

Something long, thick, and very warm wrapped around the host's waist and jerked him forward off his feet. Note cards went flying as he was dragged towards the hospital bed and the still-bound tiger-kitsune.

"Time for me and you to have some fun while you keep asking me those questions," Gintasa said between groans. "Ask 'em quick, 'cuz otherwise your muzzle's gonna be too stuffed to talk!"

The host's eyes went wide and he frantically beckoned for his note cards as he was pulled tightly against Gintasa's body. He managed to turn his face enough to read a note card handed to him, though his words were muffled by the tiger-kitsune's enormous breasts.

Hir prehensile cock, meanwhile, slid up and down his backside, keeping him pulled in tight.

"Question... ninmph!"

The host had to struggle to get his muzzle clear of Gintasa's nipple to finish the question. Hir body felt warm and soft, giving but fluid, like a very firm waterbed.

"Question nine: What is one plus one? Wait, what? That's the questions for latmmphh!"

"Two!" Gintasa cried out gleefully. Shi turned hir chest, smothering the host between hir six oversized breasts and smearing his muzzle with the thick green cream pumping out of hir cock.

The bell rang, signifying a correct answer, and more pink chemicals dutifully dripped down the IV.

The host squirmed, which only made Gintasa even hornier. He knew why nobody was helping him. This made for great TV, after all. He was gonna murder that producer...

Gintasa groaned and sent hir prehensile cock down the back of the fox's pants. The rubber shaft squeezed tightly between the hem of the slacks and his fur, then inflated, causing the pants to rip off, belt and all. The host let out a cry, soon muffled by the tiger-kitsune's breasts, as shi wrapped hir cock up between his legs, under his tail, spraying thick green cream over his tight white underwear all the while.

"Time for the next question, foxy!" shi purred.

"Gah! Why!"

Another card was thrust into the host's outstretched fingers.

"Question 10! What's the square root of 16!"

"Math major!" Gintasa said. "It's four!"

Shi let out a heady sigh as another dose trickled down the IV. Hir cock swelled further as it slid all around the fox's body, now nearly as long as he was. Hir breasts grew just as quickly, running into HHH-sizes for the top pair and proportionally large underneath. Most of the host's head disappeared into the cleavage when Gintasa pulled him forward.

His underwear clad rump was soon bare. Gintasa watched on the monitor as his tail lashed back and forth. The tiger-kitsune's massive erection swooped down and let loose with a few thick sprays of lube, painting the host's bottom with thick bright green cream. As shi nestled the tip of hir rubber cock up under his tail, his struggles increased.

"At least take me backstage!" he pleaded.

"Aw, shut up and ask another question!"

As another card was pushed into the fox's paw, the camera operators got the signal that they had to go off air. The show would keep going and be aired later, so there was no need to stop filming - or asking the incredibly easy math questions of the math major in the bed.

As the credits rolled, Gintasa answered two more questions and happily began to work hir erection up the host's rump, spurring him on when he faltered in his ability to read.

The picture faded on the tiger-kitsune's sublimely happy face and the less happy face of the stretched-out, lime-flavored host struggling to read questions off damp note cards.

EPISODE 16

Round 1: Aledaroth

"Welcome to Questionable Content!"

A red fox in a black suit stood in the center of a large stage as he waited for the applause and music to die down. When all was quiet, he continued.

"We'll get right into it. Our first contestant is... Aledaroth! Let's welcome him to the stage!"

In the audience, a black wolf stood up. The cameras swung to follow his progress down the steps, past the crowd. Distinctive green diamonds on the back of his paws and rounded curves under his eyes set the wolf apart. Large, baggy pants hung low off his hips, accompanied by an over-sized white t-shirt.

The wolf hopped up onto the stage and stood next to the fox.

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

"Arizona," the wolf said, squinting as the spotlights trained on him.

"Terrific! Do you know how to play the game?"

Without waiting for an answer, the fox continued.

"You'll be asked a series of easy questions. The questions will only get easier. But thanks to our patented transformational chemicals, you'll be so flooded with hormones, you won't be able to think straight!"

The fox beamed at the audience. "Isn't that terrific? Now, while you get ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

Two stagehands led Aledaroth to a large, upright hospital bed and helped him undress. As they strapped him into the bed, one draped a towel over his midsection, providing a laughable amount of modesty.

From the other side of the large stage, a huge wheel rolled on, pushed by two more stagehands. The host strode over to it and gestured at it's many options.

1. Fountain of Lust
2. Armed and Dangerous
3. Fan Favorite
4. You Otter Know
5. Totally Titillated
6. Taur Train
7. Permanently Squeaky
8. Faulty Faucets
9. Multiball Activated
10. DICKS. DICKS EVERYWHERE.
11. Hips and Lips

"As you know, in exchange for spinning The Wheel and accepting whatever random fate it deals him, he'll be rewarded with two free doses of our patented transformational chemicals," the host said. "What'll it be, Aledaroth? Will you spin The Wheel and accept your fate?"

The black wolf hummed as he considered the options and flicked his ears, making the white fur inside them flap.

"Yesh," he said simply, as the crowd erupted into applause.

"Very well!"

The host reached up, grabbed one of The Wheel's pegs, and sent it spinning. It went around and around, clicking and clacking.

As The Wheel spun, the cameras zoomed in on Aledaroth, starting at the black wolf's long muzzle and pointed ears. It panned down his body, focusing in on his shaggy ruff of black chest fur, then down his belly. His crotch, hidden by the small white towel, bulged respectably. Between his legs, his large black tail swung back and forth slowly. Aledaroth's muzzle opened and he panted softly as The Wheel slowed, finally landing on...

The fox was about to announce the result, but choked in surprise at the result and coughed a few times before regaining his composure. He cast a glance at the technicians backstage and nodded, then straightened his backside and took a breath.

"Fountain of Lust!"

The audience let out a collective "Ooooh!" Immediately, the pink transformational fluid filling the IV line in Aledaroth's arm began to pump, filling his veins with the chemical cocktail.

The wolf shivered as he felt the cool fluid in his vein and glanced around. He noticed the monitors hung above him, showing a static picture of his body with the word "Before" underneath. The other side was a live feed.

He shivered as warmth spread through him. The double dose, his reward for spinning, went to work immediately. The wolf grunted as he felt a twinge in his sheath and shuddered.

"Let's begin... Question 1: Masa is made out of what ground-up primary vegetable?"

Aledaroth scrunched his muzzle for a moment before coming up with the answer. "Corn?"

"Correct!"

Lights around the studio flashed and the music swelled loudly for a moment. The audience applause rose, then fell as the lights retrained on the host and contestant.

"Very good! Question 2: What two ingredients go into corn tortillas?"

Aledaroth shuddered as the third dose dripped down the IV line and flexed his fingers and toes. The green diamonds on the back of his paws stretched as he pressed his palms down into the white sheet underneath him. Already he was feeling the effects: heightened sensitivity, increased arousal, and a warmth that spread from his belly outwards, until his whole body tingled.

"Masa and water!"

"Correct!"

As the lights and music went off, Aledaroth groaned. Beneath the small white towel, the unmistakable bulge of the canine's erection pushed upwards, until the tip appeared past the edge of the towel. The shaft was the same light blue color as the wolf's eyes.

Aledaroth panted harder as the tip of his cock flexed, lifting the towel up. At the base, the round egg-sized nuts swelled up noticeably. Atop them, a growing roundness signified the growth of the wolf's knot.

"Question 3: Carne asada is made from what type of meat?"

As Aledaroth thought about the answer, the fox host glanced behind him, checking to see if his escape route was clear. Contestants always seemed to get lucky in trapping him and he was prepared tonight. He had even worn sneakers instead of dress shoes.

The wolf moaned, drawing the fox's attention.

"I... I believe it's beef," Aledaroth gasped. His cock throbbed, then erupted with a spray of clear pre-cum. The wolf moaned loudly as the camera focused on the spurting tip as the host took an involuntary step backwards.

The next dose hit hard. Aledaroth wriggled and moaned as the heat increased inside his changing body. Between his legs, under his growing balls, an intense pleasure grew, until he scraped his thighs together in an attempt to sate it. His shaft bulged up and out, growing larger and thicker with each flex of the thick shaft. The black wolf's heavy nuts dragged the towel downwards as they swelled, revealing more of the light blue cock hanging from the wolf's hips. It pointed almost straight up, spurting out clear pre-cum in rhythmic bursts, most of it soaking into his belly and chest.

"Question 4: What is the name of a hand-held food stuffed with meat, cheese, and lettuce stuffed inside a folded tortilla?" the fox asked.

"A taco!" Aledaroth said.

"Correct!"

The wolf ignored the lights and music this time. He closed his eyes and tipped his muzzle back. The groan that erupted from his lips filled the whole studio. When the lupine's head tipped back down, he wasn't quite all male anymore. The cameras zoomed in on his thighs and the trickle of fluid running down the inside of his knees, run-off from hir hypersensitive new female genitalia.

Aledaroth's fingers twitched and hir wrists pulled at the hospital bed restraints as shi tried to reach for hir chest. A pair of breasts grew in quickly, starting small, but by the time the fox was ready with the next question, they'd swollen into C-cups. Hir cock crawled up hir belly, until its weight was too much and it fell outwards, pointing towards the audience and spraying pre-cum out over the floor in thick bursts.

"Question 5: What type of alcohol is a margarita made with?"

Aledaroth's chest rose and fell rapidly as shi took in a few deep breaths, trying to force the answer past hir plump lips.

"Tee... teee... tequila! Ooh!"

"Correct!"

The wolf's hips thrust forwards lewdly, giving the audience members in the front row a good look at the long, throbbing lupine shaft as it bucked up and down. The white towel sailed away as hir heavy nuts lifted, then slapped back down over hir thighs, already halfway to hir knees. The lights returned to normal and the music stopped, but as the dose of chemicals ran through the wolf, shi growled lustily and opened hir eyes wide.

Beneath hir uppermost pair of breasts, a second set pushed outwards. The top set stayed around C-cup until the bottom set filled out to the same size, then both grew quickly into full, heavy, and firm D-cups, coated with a luscious covering of silky black pelt. As the wolf's hips thrust, hir huge light blue shaft flopped upwards, smacking between the cleavage of hir four new breasts and leaving streaks of pre-cum to soak into hir fur.

"Question 6," the host said, pausing as he was interrupted by a few growls from the contestant. "Huevos is the Spanish word for what popular, obloid food item?"

"Eggs?" the wolf asked, growling out the answer between moans.

"Absolutely right!"

The wolf howled through the next dose, shivering and moaning and shuddering. Muscles spasmed up and down hir belly as a third set of breasts swelled outwards underneath the second set, filling out rapidly until three enormous D-cups hung off the lupine's body. Hir broad hips swung, making all six jiggle for the cameras. So large they covered hir chest and belly nearly completely, the wolf's head poked over the top of the upper pair, which lay heavily on top of the center, which did the same to the lower.

Aledaroth's nuts drooped lower, fat and full, until they reached hir knees. The wolf's cock, nearly three times as thick as it started and well over twice as long, jerked again. A beautiful arc of clear pre-cum sailed over the stage, splattering down on the black tiles. A high-def camera replayed the moment on the viewscreens around the studio in slow-motion as the host waited for the wolf's moans to decrease in volume so he could be heard.

"Question 7: What is the English name of the Spanish holiday, 'Pan de Muerto'?"

Audience members held their breath as they watched the writhing wolf, wondering whether shi'd be able to answer any more questions in such an advanced state of lust and arousal. Shi closed hir light blue eyes again and huffed a few deep breaths, causing hir six enormous breasts to jiggle anew, making the thick, broad blue nipples capping them to shift back and forth in the cool studio air.

"Day of the Dead!" Aledaroth gasped finally, breaking the spell over the audience, which erupted into cheers and applause.

The ninth dose slid down the IV line into the wolf's arm, transforming hir further. Hir breasts continued to grow, especially the nipples capping each full, round breast. They pushed outwards, growing thicker and longer, outpacing the growth of the swell to which each belonged, until they drooped forward and down limply.

Aledaroth grunted and moaned as thick fluids dripped down the insides of hir thighs. Shi squeezed hir legs together and clawed at the mattress underneath hir as desire filled hir completely. As the light blue nipples straightened, thickened, and hardened into six massive nipplecocks, the wolf let out a huge howl of lust. Hir massive erection flopped up and down, smacking into the undersides of hir lower breasts and then down, almost to the floor. Hir huge knot, lined with veins, bulged and throbbed, forcing hir black sheath back, wrinkling the flesh as it grew thicker and rounder by the moment.

The wolf's body looked little like it had when shi started. Aledaroth glanced at the monitors above hir with bleary eyes. Hir original body on the left, above a large "Before." The live feed on the left showed a stranger - a hugely endowed, constantly cumming stranger.

"Question 8: What type of beans are typically used to make refried beans?"

The fox asked the question confidently, sure that by this point the wolf would be unable to chase him with all those breasts and that humongous shaft weighing hir down. He stepped closer and closer as he waited for the answer, grinning broadly as the camera followed him, until he stood next to the hospital bed and the moaning, thrusting, growling wolf.

"Pinto! Pinto!" Aledaroth gasped. The wolf's six massive nipplecocks stretched outwards, curling slighting up as thick streams of pre-cum bubbled out the tips. The breasts from which they jutted kept growing as well, until nothing of the wolf's body could be seen from the front - not her sides, not her legs, not even hir neck. Hir head poked over the tops of the upper set as shi moaned and writhed, legs and knees twitching as balls as large as car tires settled around hir shins, leaving only hir flexing toes uncovered.

The wolf's thick black pelt bristled, at least in the places it wasn't soaked down with thick pre-cum. Shi grunted loudly as hir six fat nipplecocks flexed and jerked, just like real cocks. Hir lower pair of breasts hung down over hir knot, squeezing the huge ball of flesh in warm cleavage, making hir enormous, four-foot-long, three-foot-thick shaft spray even larger loads of clear pre. The floor in front of hir was a mess and the smell of the musky fluid filled the air as it dripped over the edge of the stage and headed for the front row of the audience.

Aledaroth's muzzle screwed up into a mask of lust as hir huge shaft flexed again and again. Cum burbled out of the tip and ran down hir shaft, soaking hir oversized nuts completely. Hir middle and upper breasts pinned down hir arms, covering them up to the elbows as shi wriggled against the weight of hir massive endowments.

"Question 9: What is the name of the traditional Mexican desert that is covered with caramel?" the host asked.

He had to move back as the wolf's endowments swung about - he didn't want to get knocked flat by an errant dicknipple.

Aledaroth shuddered and closed hir eyes. When shi opened them, hir whole body relaxed. The light blue color was gone. Instead, hir eyes were solid orb of deep green. They stared ahead, pupil-less. Blue fur faded in, forming two stripes that ran from hir cheeks, over the side of hir head, and down to hir neck, where they met and traveled down between hir massive breasts, painting hir cleavage blue.

Black fur changed to gold around hir eyes and down the bridge of hir muzzle as hir blue tongue flopped out. Panting and moaning as hir body altered in ways the chemicals couldn't explain, shi cried out and arched hir body. Even the underside of hir tail was blue now.

"Fl... flan!"

The host stared in shock at the sudden transformation in fur. That wasn't part of the job the chemicals did. He looked at the technicians backstage, but they just shrugged at him and motioned to keep going - hir vitals were still fine and there was no danger in continuing.

"Okay... uh... correct!"

Aledaroth's six massive breasts jiggled and bobbed, making the huge dicknipples sprouting from each flex with them. Altogether, seven streams of pre-cum rolled down hir body, forming a massive puddle on the stage beneath. Audience members in the front row raised their feet as the clear fluid ran under their chairs - although a few didn't bother and grinned at the cameras that panned over them.

Aledaroth's body shook and convulsed as pleasure raged through hir. Hir jaw dropped and hir long tongue stayed out as shi panted hard, chest heaving beneath six pairs of oversized tits. The wolf looked nothing like shi had when shi started out - gone was the average body, in its place a creature straight out of some demented porno, with breasts over three feet across, sprouting cock-nipples over two and a half feet long each.

The wolf's knot filled the space between hir lower set of breasts as shi wriggled underneath all hir assets, head turning side to side as shi moaned.

"Question 10... What herb is known in Spanish as 'ajo'?"

"Herb? I know that guy, but he is not a hoe!" Aledaroth gasped.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect?"

The lights drooped downwards as the giant herm strapped to the hospital bed moaned and writhed. Hir huge breasts squeezed against the side-rails, spilling over the metal bars as hir massive nipplecocks throbbed and jerked.

"That's all for Aledaroth, folks!" the host said, taking a few casual steps away as stagehands came out to undo hir straps. "Let's get hir a big hand!"

The massive wolf staggered forward. Hir huge, beanbag chair-sized balls dragged on the black tiles as shi lurched towards the fox, who danced nimbly backwards as he spoke.

"We'll be right baaaahhck!"

The fox slipped on a puddle of clear pre-cum and landed hard on his backside, knocking the wind out of him. Aledaroth growled and pounced, landing on the poor male heavily, smothering him in dicknipples and cock.

Shi let out a howls as shi groped at him, grinding him down into the stage floor, and managed to sink hir claws into his suit. Struggling back to hir feet, shi pulled him into hir cleavage. All that was visible of the host was his red tail, tipped in white, waving frantically from between six massive breasts. His legs wrapped around hir huge knot, giving hir just the stimulation shi needed.

The giant light blue shaft erupted, sending a waterfall of wolf-spooge out over the first four rows of the audience, drenching especially a tall, muscle-bound cougar and a short, hyperactive otter in the second row. All around the two, umbrellas and tarps went up, deflecting the blasts, but those two - the big herm cougar with giant tits and the shorter, smaller male otter with a red rose on the front of his black t-shirt - were completely soaked down, leaving them dripping in thick white wolf cum.

The black wolf staggered towards the side of the stage, herded by stagehands, as the music came up and the lights dimmed. The fox's gasps and pleas could be heard over the microphone as Aledaroth spoke one more time.

"One down... six to go, foxy!"

Round 2: Tiana

The fox host walked onto stage unsteadily in a fresh suit. His stomach, formerly trim and flat, was now bulging outwards, forcing the buttons of his suit coat to stretch around his waist.

"Uuuh... welcome back to Questionable Content," he said. He belched loudly and covered his mouth, but not before a trickle of white jizz ran down his chin. "Ooooh... let's welcome out next... contestant... Tiana!"

The fox sagged as the cameras shifted off him and focused on the audience, where a purple dragoness stood up and waved excitedly. She worked through the crowd to the aisle, then bounded down the steps towards the stage. Her breasts bounced in a green tank top, while a tight pair of light blue jeans hugged her rump, outlining her round rump that swung back and forth under a long purple tail.

She stood on stage next to the very full fox host, who held the microphone up to her muzzle.

"Thanks for being here, Tiana! Where are you from?"

"Michigan!"

"Great... let's get you situated. And while you get ready, let's bring out... The Wheel!"

As the dragoness eagerly stripped down and lay back into the hospital bed, The Wheel was pushed onstage. The host stood by it as the dragoness was strapped in and hook up to the IV line that would carry the pink transformational chemicals.

A white cloth was laid across Tiana's crotch, though her breasts stayed bare and full for the cameras.

"Tiana, would you like to accept your fate and spin The Wheel?" the host asked.

THE WHEEL MO'FUCKAHS 1. Armed and Dangerous 2. Fan Favorite 3. You Otter Know 4. Totally Titillated 5. Taur Train 6. Gooey, Chewy, and Fluid. Y. 7. Faulty Faucets 8. Multiball Activated 9. DICKS. DICKS EVERYWHERE. 10. Hips and Lips 11. Macro Matters 12. Tentacle Terror 13. Young, Dumb, and Full of Cotton

"Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!" the dragoness shouted, to enthusiastic applause from the audience.

"Very well!"

The host gave The Wheel a terrific spin, sending it clacking and clicking around and around. When it finally slowed to a stop, the host announced the result.

"You Otter Know!"

The audience gasped as one at the incredibly unlikely result. Tiana's fingers twitched, but her breathing increased as the first two doses flowed down the IV into her arm, the reward for spinning.

As a warm heat spread through the purple dragoness's large figure, she let out a small moan and wriggled against the restraints around her wrists and ankles.

"Question 1: What is the capital of Mexico?"

"Mexico City," the dragoness responded quickly.

She gasped as her nipples hardened. The cool air of the studio swirled around them as she shifted her hips. The towel lay smoothly over her crotch, hiding the V-shape of her feminine figure from view, though a pressure soon built up in her lower abdomen. She hissed through clenched teeth as the third dose did its work and shivered, both breasts growing slightly.

The dragoness's long white claws scraped against the floor as she curled her toes. Her purple scales glinted under the spotlights, shiny and reflective, but supple and smooth at the same time. She flexed her hips, almost causing the towel to drop away from her smooth thighs.

"Question 2: Which U.S. State shares a border with Tijuana?"

The purple dragoness's lips twitched. "Te... no... California!"

"Correct!"

The lights flashed and the music played as the next dose ran down the IV line. The dragoness moaned and twitched as hir heavy breasts grew, just barely noticeable. She shivered and wriggled her hips as the pressure in her loins increased. Already her aching pussy was warm and hot, begging for a finger or - preferably - a nice, large shaft. But tied up as she was, there was nowhere for the dragoness to direct her sexual energies. She shivered again and arched her back as the pressure in her crotch increased. Another loud hiss escaped her lips, then a moan of arousal.

"Question 3: Quintana Roo is the Mexican state home to which city? Mexico City, Cancun, or Tijuana?"

"Can... Can... Cancuuuun!"

The dragoness's moan rocked the stage as she wriggled in her restraints. As the lights flashed and the music played, the audience oohed appreciatively. A bulge appeared under the towel, which grew damp almost immediately afterward. Thick streams of fluid ran down the insides of the aroused dragoness's legs as she turned more masculine.

The thick smooth shaft flopped outwards, pushing away the towel. The black length hung down over hir thighs, throbbing as it grew stiffer almost immediately. A heavy pair of nuts, formed of small, sensitive purple scales, knit tightly together to form a smooth and supple sac, swung underneath hir new maleness, hiding hir inflamed pussy from view.

Tiana growled and moaned, sharp white teeth bared as hir lips pulled back. Hir nostrils flared and breasts jiggled as shi bucked hir hips, the unexpected pleasure of the new maleness sending shocks throughout hir sensitive system.

The fox grinned despite his churning belly as he watched the display, then glanced at his cards for the next question.

"Question 4: Which Spanish explorer was famous for trying to discover the Fountain of Youth?"

"Ponce... de... Leon!"

"Correct!"

Though the answer was barely audible through the moans, the judges signaled the okay, leaving the host little choice. The lights flashed and the fox subconsciously ran his paws over his bulging belly as he watched the dragoness's new maleness dripped and throbbed, growing larger by the moment. Hir heavy breasts increased as well, going from generous C-cups to even more impressive D-cups.

Tiana shuddered as a thick patch of dark brown fur sprouted between hir heaving breasts. The thick fur spread outwards, until hir cleavage and the inside halves of hir chest was covered in a thick layer of brown fur. Shi moaned and sucked at hir teeth as the fur rubbed together, an entirely new experience for the large reptile.

The dragoness's thick, light pink shaft jerked as a tan-furred sheath formed around the base. The purple scales forming hir sac grew fuzzy and indistinct as similarly-colored fur grew in, giving the low-hanging nuts an even softer appearance, despite being the size of baseballs.

"Question 5: The Las Brisas resort is famous for people who jump off of what? Cliffs, helicopters, or waterfalls?"

The purple dragon's breath came hard and heavy as hir thick pink shaft crawled up hir belly, soon poking between hir breasts and soaking the new brown fur in thick clear pre-cum.

"Cll... clllll... clllliffs!"

"Correct!"

Tiana's whole body jerked as the next dose ran down the IV. Before the music and lights died off, hir breasts grew an entire cup size, swelling past D's and into H's. The dragoness moaned as the thick fur around hir cleavage spread a touch farther, around the fat black nipples capping each breast.

More brown fur sprouted around the base of the dragon's tail. It moved down the appendage, slowly transforming the draconic tail into a mammalian one. As Tiana flexed the new rudder between hir legs, wrapping it around the heavy, furry nuts swinging between hir knees, shi churred.

The sound confused hir for a moment, as though shi wasn't quite sure it was hir making the pleasurable noise instead of the hiss shi was used to. But as shi kept churring, sending vibrations through hir chest, shi grinned and relaxed, letting hirself sink into the pleasurable, lusty feelings, drowning in the oversensitive needs of hir heavy, warm body.

"Question 6: Which European country primarily colonized Mexico?"

"Spain!" the dragoness moaned. But it was now unclear how much dragoness remained.

Most of hir body was still covered with supple, tight-knit purple scales, yes. But a good portion of hir breasts, hir new male sheath, and hir long tail had a luxurious coat of thick, soft brown fur. Tiana groaned as hir breasts heaved, rubbing against the flexing length of hir upright maleness, encouraging more thick pre-cum to spurt out out of the tip.

As hir churring grew louder and more pleasurable, the dragoness's hair turned dark brown. Thick, round ears pushed out from hir scales, matching those of an otter. Though incongruous on hir long, shapely muzzle, they somehow fit as they flicked back and forth, sitting to the outside of hir long horns.

As hir front teeth lengthened and grew over hir bottom lip, giving hir a cute overbite, Tiana shivered and moaned, straining at the buckles around hir wrists and ankles, desperate to get hir smoothly-scaled palms around hir aching maleness. Or a few fingers into hir desperately warm pussy.

The dragoness shivered and grunted, hips flexing as far as they were able, trying to rub hir thick shaft between hir fuzzy breasts. Hir head dipped down, tongue extending, but the purple dragon was a mere inch or so shy of being able to wrap the flexible tongue around the tip of hir pink erection.

"Question 7: Name one of the original native civilizations of Mexico before the Spanish colonization."

The purple dragon barely paused for breath before answering.

"Aztec! Zapotec! Maya!"

"Yes, yes, and yes!" the fox said as the audience broke into applause. The music came up as the lights flashed, while another dose dripped down the IV, further transforming the dragoness, who was now solidly between reptile and mammal in appearance.

Tiana gurgled happily as hir breasts swelled larger, HH-cup in size at the least. They hung down over hir smooth, taut, scaled belly, sans-button. Hir thick maleness, over a foot and a half long and half that thick, thrust between hir dark brown-furred cleavage, spurting thick streams of clear pre-cum. The feminine-looking dragon thrust hir hips lewdly, sliding the length up and down between hir heavy breasts, making hir large nuts jiggle. Hir long rudder-like tail swept back and forth between hir legs, pointed at the tip as before, but now covered in thick brown fur.

Wetness drenched the insides of hir thighs. Shi bit at hir lower lip, moaning loudly in need. Otter ears twitching, the dragoness humped thin air but found no satisfaction.

"Question 8," the fox said, glancing nervously at the sheer amount of fluid dripping from between Tiana's large, powerful thighs. "The Rio Grande separates Mexico from which American state?"

"The Soviet Union! China! Switzerland! Ooooh... I wanna impale myself on that fox!"

"That's... really wrong! Okay, folks, that's uh... that's all for Tiana!"

The fox tried to keep his tone light as he congratulated the half-dragon, half-otter moaning and thrusting against hir restraints, but a sinking feeling came over him as he realized shi was still quite ambulatory.

Rather than give his usual pre-commercial spiel, the fox tried to edge towards the backstage area as the stagehands freed Tiana from hir restraints. Backing up as he was, the host didn't realize who was behind him until he bumped into a large furry chest.

He spun around and stared at the dozen or so otters glaring at him. All had their hands on their hips.

"Oh... uh, hey guys," the fox said.

"Shi's one of us now. And we stick up for each other. Now get out there and take it like a male!" the otter in front said.

"Fucking stagehands..."

The fox's tail dragged on the floor as he turned away from the barricade of otters and headed back towards the huge purple dragon-otter, who bounded towards him, webbed paws extended happily.

"We'll be right back with more Questionable good God!"

The rest of whatever the fox said was lost as he was buried under several feet of cock and a few dozen pounds of heavy breasts.

From the wings, the otters smiled in unison and thwacked their rudders into the floor as they watched the newest member of their ranks take the fox to the hilt, all in front of the cameras. Being an otter was the best. (Except for tigers. - Ed.)

EPISODE 17

"Welcome back to Questionable Content!"

The host of the show, a short fox in a new black suit, beamed at the audience as he spoke.

"Let's welcome our first contestant... Zev Fox!"

An average-sized male fox jumped out of his seat in the audience and ran down the steps. He looked in good shape, but it was hard to tell under the khaki shorts and t-shirt. Orange fur was visible on his arms, though his hands were black. A black stripe ran from the bridge of his muzzle, between his eyes, and over his head, presumably continuing down under his shirt and reappearing on the top of his tail.

His shoulder length hair was bound up in a thick braid. The braid was brown, except for the black-dyed tip. As he got up onto the stage, he grinned at the host and licked his lips with anticipation.

"Welcome to the show, Zev!" the host said, holding a microphone in front of the other fox's muzzle. "Where are you from?"

Zev flicked his white-tipped ears as he replied.

"Ottawa! Home of government and snow!"

"Great to have you on the show, Zev," the host said. "Let's get ready to play... Questionable Content!"

The show's theme music blared out as the audience applauded. Zev followed some stagehands to a large, upright hospital-style bed in the center of the stage. He stripped down, revealing a smooth chest and belly covered in white fur. A stagehand laid a small white towel over his midsection, hiding the bulge of his sheath, as another inserted an IV into his arm.

Zev grinned happily, tail wagging, as he watched the host take position at a podium on the left side of the stage.

"Before we begin, Zev, you have the choice of spinning... the Wheel!"

A thunderous blare of trumpets accompanied the large, old-school mechanical contraption wheeled out by several puffing otters. About twelve feet tall, the Wheel was divided into pie-shaped sections, with each section containing a unique transformational option.

"As you know, Zev, if you choose to spin the Wheel, you'll receive two bonus doses to get you started off right!"

Zev studied the Wheel, reading the different options. Some didn't make much sense, as the show's writers like to come up with stupid names for some of them.

THE WHEEL 1. Thighs of Steel 2. Why So Earious? 3. Knot a Problem 4. Wide Load 5. 100 Cups of Coffee 6. Nothing Substantial 7. ECF 8. Baker's Dozen 9. ???????

"Does anyone not spin the Wheel?" Zev asked, grinning. "Let's do it!"

"Very well!"

The host grabbed one of the pegs on the Wheel and sent it flying around. The pegs clicked and clacked against the pointed rubber stopper at the top of the board. It circled for almost thirty seconds before coming to a rest.

"ECF!" the host announced to wild applause from the audience.

"What does ECF mean?" Zev asked, but the host pointedly ignored his queries.

Zev didn't have long to dwell on it. The two bonus doses were already running down the IV line, spreading a delicious heat through his chest. It worked through his veins, all the way to his fingers and toes, making him gasp as his maleness bulged under the towel.

"Question 1: What movie from the 1990s was filmed on a budget of $60,000 and grossed over $100 million?"

"I don't know movies at all," Zev said after several seconds. "The Blair Witch Project?"

"Correct!"

Zev squirmed as the third dose ran down the IV line. The pink liquid entered hot, making him gasp. A wet spot appeared on the front of the towel draped over his obvious erection. He tugged at his restraints, but they were fastened very securely to the bed, preventing him from touching himself. Zev moaned as he twitched, obviously experiencing a delightful burst of pleasure.

"Question 2: What science fiction writer founded a cult in 1954 that claims among its member Jason Lee and Tom Cruise?"

"Thank you, South Park. Who is L. Ron Hubbard?"

"Correct!"

The lights flashed as the audience applauded. Zev gasped and squirmed again as the next dose ran down the IV, his fourth overall. The effects were making themselves known - telltale signs of growth on his chest, growing dampness between his thighs, and slightly longer fur on his belly.

Zev closed his eyes, trying to slow down his breathing, but his nipples felt so tender and sensitive - the faintest brush of air was enough to make him moan out loud. As his pecs softened, swelling into a pair of small A-cups, the fox groaned very loudly, making the audience laugh appreciatively.

"Question 3: What was The Great Bambino's real first name?"

"That's Babe Ruth, right? So his name was... George?" Zev asked, gasping out the last word as his cock lurched, making the towel slide from his hips to drape over the length.

"Correct!"

Zev shivered and groaned as the next dose entered his arm. His belly showed more signs of definition now and his arms and legs definitely looked bigger. His whole body appeared to be growing, in fact, which was made obvious as the cameras showed a side-by-side comparison of Zev from before the first dose and now. Almost half a foot taller and growing quicker with every dose.

The cross fox's orange fur grew lighter in shade, turning brown across his body. His new breasts continued to form, swelling into a respectable set of B-cups, though they appeared smaller thanks to his enlarged trunk. His long tail twitched as the fur shrank and the appendage grew more flexible, feline-like. He groaned, barely noticing, as the heat between his legs increased, damper by the moment. He wasn't sure what was going on there until he remembered seeing previous contestants doing the same thing as he was: grinding his thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the pressure.

"Question 4: Inigo Montoya is looking for a man with how many fingers on his right hand?"

"Oh, I love that movie!" Zev said, trying to focus on the question instead of the growing pleasure running through his body. "But wasn't it six on his right hand?"

"Correct!"

Zev groaned as the next dose hit him. His eyes snapped open and he lurched against his restraints, making the towel fly away from him and onto the floor. His thick erection flopped up and down in the air as he let out a gasp.

And then he realized he wasn't a he anymore, but a shi. Zev scraped hir wet thighs together awkwardly, panting hard as an entirely new sort of pleasure hit hir. Hir cock swelled in diameter, visibly growing, until it was nearly a foot long and almost half that thick. Hir breasts greatly increased in size as well, making the audience gasp. By the time the host was ready to ask the next question, D-cups hung off the fox's body, which was now nearly seven feet tall and still growing.

"Question 5: Finish this movie title: 'Santa Claus Conquers the...'"

"What the... umm... uh... Martians?"

"Correct!"

Zev's fur, now uniformly brown instead of orange, continued to lighten. Thick tufts of white appeared at the top of hir cleavage while hir thick pink nipples pushed free of the fur, long and thick as shot glasses. The black stripe running from hir muzzle, over hir head, and down hir backside remained, though the black fur on hir paws and feet lightened to brown as well.

Shi groaned and flexed hir belly. A thick six-pack appeared, deep enough to show through the layer of white fur on hir stomach. Hir biceps bulged, twice as large as before, and hir fingers clenched. When shi opened hir paws, hir claws had retracted, much as a feline's would.

Zev's cock continued growing, arching slightly upwards as it thickened and lengthened. Drizzles of pre-cum spurted from the tip, splattering to the floor, as thick veins spread over the massive red length. Between hir legs, a visible stream of feminine fluids dripped past hir knees, soaking into the mattress behind hir.

"Question 6: What was the name of Will's brother in the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air?"

"Oh geez, oh hell," Zev gasped, cock throbbing, begging for someone to touch it. "Carl... Carlton?"

"Correct!"

The eighth dose ran down the IV line and the former fox let out a long, loud purr of absolute pleasure as hir breasts swelled larger. Muscles packed onto hir frame, stretching hir shoulders and thickening hir up all along hir core. Hir neck all but disappeared as shi grew bigger, meatier, and more powerful.

Fortunately, the restraints on the bed were designed to accommodate growth, so despite hir increase in size - shi was nearly eight and a half feet tall now - shi was still securely fastened in place. As the host stared at hir testicles, each one over two feet in diameter, he was very glad of that.

Zev shuddered and humped hir hips into the air, making hir cock swing up and slap heavily between hir breasts, which jiggled and bounced. Hir fur finally attained a deep golden color that coated hir entire body except for the white on hir belly and between hir breasts. Hir lower jaw, also white, snapped shut as shi took several deep breaths through hir pink nostrils. Hir tail, black on top and gold on the bottom, lashed back and forth as hir claws dug into the mattress and floor.

"Question 7: 'It's a big building with patients in it, but that's not important right now' is a quote from what movie?"

"Such a damn good movie," Zev growled, eyes closed. "Airplane!"

"Correct!"

The newly transformed cougar's entire body rippled as the next dose slid into hir arm. Muscles exploded into being across hir figure, giving hir a solid eight-pack on hir belly. Hir thighs flexed and strained, hamstrings more than evident. Hir calves thickened up, swelling to incredible thickness, as hir massive feet stamped on the floor, shaking the entire studio. Well over ten feet and more than a ton in weight, the muscular cougar herm's body kept growing, swelling, and filling out. Hir breasts hung off hir chest, supported by powerful pectoral muscles, double or possibly triple H-cup, each capped with a nipple as big as Zev's head before shi got on stage.

The cross cougar gasped and moaned, hips jerking, thirty-inch cock swaying side to side above a pair of balls as big as five-gallon pails. Shi bared hir teeth, growling loudly, and tipped hir head back, body quivering as pleasure coursed along hir nerves, enhanced by the chemicals to near unbearable levels.

"Question 8: Who was the second president of the United States?"

The cougar's eyes stared blankly at the host as shi moaned loudly. A strand of drool dripped out of the corner of hir muzzle, over hir thick, black lower lip. It fell into the plush fur of hir breasts as shi leaned forward, stretching hir arms behind hir in an attempt to break out of the restraints.

"Who the hell cares?" shi growled, thrusting hir hips forward. "I need... I need... I need a fooooooox!"

The cougar's dripping shaft erupted with a thick spray of pre-cum that arced across the stage, splattering the host from head to toe in gooey seed. The shocked male dropped his cards and rubbed at his face, trying to clear the goop from his eyes.

The buzzer sounded, meaning the cougar failed to answer correctly. Stagehands nervously approached the massive, eleven-foot-tall ECF. One particularly brave otter managed to get close enough to undo the cuffs on hir ankles; another otter got one off hir wrist.

Zev didn't wait for the last cuff to come off. The huge cougar dragged the bed behind hir as shi stalked across the stage towards the host, still trying to clear his vision. He shook his paws, sending drops of pre-cum flying, and blinked rapidly as a hot breath hit his face.

"Oh, shi-"

Whatever else the fox would have said was cut off as the cross cougar's paw wrapped around his muzzle. Shi turned and, still dragging the heavy hospital bed behind hir, dragged the squirming fox offstage.

"I wonder how long it'll take to stretch you out enough to fit?" shi mused.

"Mm ba ramt baaamk!" the fox tried to shout between the cougar's fingers.

*** COMMERCIAL BREAK ***

Round 2: Baylith

The host stumbled out on stage, walking with a noticeable amount of bowlegged awkwardness. He coughed into his paw and grimaced at the thick glob of cum that splattered the back of his hand. Wiping his paw on his new black suit pants, he smiled at the audience.

"Welcome back to Questionable Content!" he said. "Let's get right into it with our next contestant... wait, this can't be right."

The host glanced off-stage. "You sure? I mean... no, it can't be the same... okay, yeah..." He turned back to the audience. "Baylith!"

The entire audience gasped as a massive wolf in the back row stood up. A strap of fabric wrapped around hir breasts, narrowly covering the incredible nipples capping a pair of J-cups. They were so large they completely obscured hir waist and rested heavily on top of the massive bulge straining inside a jumbo-sized miniskirt.

The wolf's thick brown fur shined under the lights as shi headed down the steps. Trickles of milk ran down the undersides of hir breasts, a constant flow from hir engorged nipples. The huge lupine's balls shifted up and down on top of hir thighs as shi walked down the steps.

Baylith grinned at the fox as shi got onto the stage and stood next to him, letting the side of hir right breast wrap entirely around his head.

Pushing himself free, the stunned fox stammered into his microphone.

"We...welcome back to the show, Ba... Baylith! How have you been since your last appearance on Questionable Content?"

"Hello there, little foxy, long time no fuck!" Baylith said, shifting hir hips so that the huge bulge of hir sheath pushed into the host's side. "You think you can handle whatever I end up with this time? No one in the audience is going to save you from me..."

The host quickly scooted across the stage to his podium.

"Great! Well, let's get ready to play!"

The audience hooted at the host as otters guided Baylith to the hospital bed in the center of the stage. Already the massive herm was getting hard. Shi didn't bother undressing so much as inhaling. The cloth wrapping hir breasts snapped off, letting hir huge nipples, thick and puffy, flop out. Hir cock pushed free of the waist band of hir skirt and, with a grunt, Baylith grew thick enough for the piece of clothing to tear into shreds, getting a nice round of applause from the audience.

After the otters placed the IV and the restraints on the massive lupine, the host motioned for the Wheel to come out.

"Will you accept your fate and spin the Wheel? Again?"

THE WHEEL 1. Thighs of Steel 2. Why So Earious? 3. Knot a Problem 4. Wide Load 5. 100 Cups of Coffee 6. Nothing Substantial 7. Baker's Dozen 8. ???????

Baylith took a deep breath.

"I SAY SPIN THAT, FOXY!" shi bellowed. "I'M GONNA MAKE YOU SO LUST-HAZED YOU WON'T WALK STRAIGHT FOR A MONTH!"

The fox's ears went back as the wolf shouted at him, but he grabbed a peg and spun before shi could yell anything else. The Wheel spun around, eventually slowing to a stop.

"One hundred cups of coffee!" the fox said.

Baylith grinned as the first two doses dribbled down the IV line into hir arm. The now familiar feeling of warmth spread quickly through hir body, knowing precisely what the drugs would do and speeding the process along.

The wolf's 30-inches of maleness grew rapidly into full arousal. Half as thick as it was long, the fearsome tool spat a few globs of pre-cum onto the stage as more milk drizzled out of hir puffy nipples. Baylith licked hir lips, savoring the pleasure of the chemicals, and perked hir ears as the host asked the first question.

"Question 1: Frank Spencer is the name of a character in which movie?"

"Some Mothers do ave em?" Baylith asked.

"Correct!"

Baylith grinned at the host. The wolf had studied up on hir trivia with Professor Google in preparation for this and was fully confident in hir abilities.

The next dose of chemicals made hir moan, however, and the pleasure ramped up dramatically, much faster than it had in hir previous two appearances. The more chemicals a person used, the harder it was to control the lustful side effects - something Baylith was discovering as hir massive erection sprayed a thick stream of pre-cum across the stage and into the front row of the audience, soaking down a gryphoex in a wrestling unitard.

"Question 2: What occurs once a minute, twice a week, and once a year?"

"The letter E!"

"Correct!"

The host gaped at the massive herm as shi wriggled in hir restraints. Hir breasts, each as big as he was, jiggled and bounced side to side. Hir nipples, each as long as a two-liter bottle and twice as thick, dripped more milk at a rate of more than a pint a minute from each tit. Now and again flashes of hir lighter-furred belly could be seen beneath the swells of hir breasts, showing some of the musculature enabling the massively endowed Baylith the capability to even move.

Hir toes clutched the floor as hir cock jerked again, shooting another thick load of clear pre-cum. Again the gryphoex in the front row was soaked anew. Spluttering and coughing, he glanced to the sides and was dismayed to realize why so many audience members had worn rain suits.

"Question 3: What does HTML stand for?"

Baylith's ears quivered as shi listened to the question. The host spoke very slowly. Even the gasps and applause of the audience members sounded drawn out and low-pitched. And the little red lights on the cameras took a lot longer to blink on and off than shi could remember.

"Hypertext Mark-up Language!"

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that again?"

"Hypertext Mark-up Language!"

"Please speak more slowly, Baylith."

"Haiippeeer Teeext Maaark-uuuup Laaaanguaaaage."

"Correct!"

The wolf glanced at the host. Shi spoke normally. He was the one talking slow. Right?

As the next dose hit hir, Baylith didn't really care one way or another. Hir cock felt amazing and vibrated with lust. Hir balls swelled from bowling balls to beach balls in size and shi tugged at hir restraints, making the straps flex against the metal bars of the hospital bed. Shi panted, growling with need and pleasure.

It felt so good, time seemed to slow down. The wolf shivered with anticipation as shi thought about how good it would feel to get that fox under hir again. Hir cock sprayed more pre-cum at the thought of it, dousing the gryphoex in the wrestling singlet yet again.

"Queeeeeessssstttiiiiooooon Ffoooooouuuuurrrrrr: Wheeeeerrrreee diiiiiiid voooooooddddooooo ooooorrrriiiiggggiiiiinnnnaaaateee?"

"The African thing?"

"Coooooorrrreeeeecccctt! Vooooodddooooo oooorrriiiigiiiinnnnatted iiiinnnn Aaaaaffffriiiicccaaa."

Baylith's eyes went wide as shi realized why everyone was speaking so slow: shi was speeding up. An evil grin spread over hir muzzle as shi wriggled in hir restraints. The next dose made hir pant with lust as hir cock swelled larger, thicker, and harder. Shi wasn't sure how big it was, not being able to see over the enormous swells of hir milk-laden breasts, but it felt much larger.

The gryphoex in the front row knew how big it was, because over 36-inches of wolf-cock was spraying him down with a continuous, fire-hose-like blast of cum.

"Quuueeeessssttiiooon Ffffiiiiiveee: Trrruuuuuueeee ooooorrrrr ffffaaaaallllsssseeee: Thhheeeee Eeeasssstterrr Buuuuunnnnyyyy wwaaaassss iiiinnnnnvveeeennnnnteed iiiinnnn Aaaaammmmeeeeerrriiiiccccaaa?"

"True?"

"Ssooooorrrryyyy?"

Baylith sighed. "Tttrrrruuuuuueeee?"

"Iiiiinnnnncooooorrrreeeccctt!"

The buzzer sounded, low and long, and Baylith tapped hir foot impatiently as several otters approached at a snail's pace to undo hir restraints.

Shi felt amazing. Alert, hyper, ready for anything. The moment the cuffs came off, shi tore across the stage. The host, still in the middle of calling for applause for the wolf's run, didn't even see hir coming. Neither did the audience and it was only later during the commercial break that they saw what happened in super slow motion.

The massive wolf's cock hit the wolf first, tearing through his pants and impaling him in an instant. His belly bloated with cum in seconds as the wolf hit hir first orgasm. Baylith's paws grabbed the fox's head and stuffed it over one of hir nipples, making milk spray out of his nostrils. Hir paws switched to his hips, jerking him down, making his entire body balloon up to ridiculous proportions.

And then shi was gone, having escaped with the fox to the backstage area, leaving nothing but a large puddle of milk, cum, and a very annoyed gryphoex behind. In the backstage recovery room, shi pounded the fox for what was, to hir, several rough, inspired hours of maniacal loving.

For the host, though, it was three minutes of the thickest cock he'd ever felt filling him up like a Macy's Parade balloon. It was over in a flash - he barely felt the affectionate pat on the head before the wolf was gone, zooming out of the door in a jittery state of pure energy. A trail of milk and cum followed hir, the only evidence shi'd even been.

The fox staggered back out onto the stage, where the cameras were still rolling. The audience gasped at the sight of him - he'd been milked for several orgasms himself and flopped onto the floor in front of the cameras, cum drooling from his muzzle and ass, bloated belly flattening out beneath him.

"We'll be right back with more Questionable Content!" he gasped.

*** COMMERCIAL BREAK ***

Round 3: Izixs

A freshly dry-cleaned fox walked onto the stage with a freshly dry-cleaned suit grinned weakly at the audience.

"Welcome back to Questionable Content! Let's welcome our next contestant to the stage... Izzy!"

A tall, thin white-scaled dragon with long red hair strode down the steps and onto the stage, brimming with confidence. He grinned at the audience, long snout curling upwards, and stretched out his large, black-taloned wings before settling them back in place.

"Welcome to the show, Izzy!" the host said. "Where are you from?"

"A small country in the north called Pargalo," the dragon said, long tail swinging behind him.

"While you get ready, let's bring out the Wheel!"

The host headed for his podium as several otters guided Izzy to the center of the stage and strapped him into the hospital bed. More otters pulled the Wheel out and the host motioned to its many options.

"Will you accept your fate and spin the Wheel?" the host asked as an otter fit the IV line full of the transformational chemicals into Izzy's arm.

"To accept is my destiny, so I do so happily," the dragon said, grinning as an otter placed a small white towel across his hips, hiding from view his maleness.

"Here we go!"

THE WHEEL 1. Thighs of Steel 2. Knot a Problem 3. Wide Load 4. Nothing Substantial 5. Baker's Dozen 6. A Foot Above (via Maloo & Abion) 7. Cockmonster (via Maloo) 8. Sticky Situation (via Baylith) 9. ???????

"Baker's Dozen!" the host announced.

The dragon looked confused, but smiled gamely and moaned when he felt the first two bonus doses slide down the IV line into his arm. Izzy pulled on his restraints, testing the fabric cuffs holding him down onto the upright hospital bed.

As with most contestants, the first two doses did little to change the dragon physically. Most of the work of the early chemicals was to change the insides to accommodate what came later. Still, the pleasure grew slowly inside him as the transformational potions went to work.

"Question 1: What is the name of the common type of half-rounded, half-straight metal loops on bondage bracelets and collars?"

"Err... D-rings?"

"Correct!"

Izzy grunted as the next dose hit him. He squirmed back and forth as bulges appeared on his sides, under his arms. Two more small lumps appeared on his backside, underneath the joints of his wings. The dragon grunted again as his thick white shaft grew erect, lifting the towel up and away from his body. His egg-sized nuts came into view and the audience applauded as he let out another long moan.

Izzy's body stretched and flexed, the dragon's breath coming faster and faster as he felt the changes begin. His taut six-pack, sans bellybutton, looked nice and thick, matching the strength in his arms and legs.

"Question 2: What brand of beer does the most interesting man in the world drink?"

"That would be Dos Equis," Izzy said.

"Correct!"

The lumps growing from the dragon's sides and back grew larger and took on more definition. Izzy shivered as his chest stretched through no action of his own. Additional muscles grew into place, a second pair of pectorals to support the growing arms. On his backside, his shoulders shifted, splitting into a second set of muscles for the additional wings that gradually unfurled behind him, a match to the first set.

Izzy gasped as he flapped both pairs of wings, sending gusts of wind across the stage. His cock throbbed, dripping with pre-cum, as his egg-sized balls twitched and swelled, growing larger with increasing speed. The dragon's smooth white scales glittered under the stage lights as he cracked his back, stretching and moaning as the muscles grew in to support his extra limbs.

"Question 3: A baker's dozen refers to what number of objects?"

"If one is counting than that would be thirteen," Izzy said, gasping for breath as spurts of pleasure shot through his erection, spurring a few more splurts of pre-cum.

"Correct!"

Small, thin arms pushed out of Izzy's sides as the next dose hit him. Despite not appearing fully formed yet, the dragon found he could move them and clenched and unclenched his new fingers slowly.

"Wow, that's weird," he gasped.

He thought what happened next was even stranger. Six small black beads appeared on his chest - one on each of his four pecs and a third pair slightly below, at the top of his six-pack. The black, tight-knit scales were sensitive to the touch, taut and firm. Izzy wasn't sure if they felt as nipples ought to feel, but they felt good and he gasped as the studio air breezed past them.

Mounds of flesh piled up behind them, forming breasts, and the reptile groaned hugely at the unique pleasure they gave him. Between his legs, behind his low-hanging nuts, Izzy felt more warmth build up, a tight pressure that made his head spin. He squeezed his thighs together, grinding scale on scale in an attempt to dissipate the heat.

"Question 4: Which galaxy is nearest to our own?"

"The nearest spiral galaxy to our own is Andromeda... but the Magallenic clouds... mmmhh... satellite galaxies are closer..."

"Correct!"

Izzy groaned as hir new feminine sex exploded into a fiery lust. Shi let out a loud yowl, head tipping back, black spikes puncturing the mattress, narrowly missing piercing hir own wings. The dragon's chest swelled, six new breasts fighting for space along hir torso.

Shi shivered as shots of pleasure ran through hir chest, spurring on the growth until three pairs of C-cups hung from hir body, full and firm, perfectly tear-shaped. The black nipples capping the ends lacked much width, but the small buds perked up nicely for the cameras as they zoomed in for a closer look.

Between Izzy's legs, the newly transformed herm grew in more bulges surrounding hir thick maleness, which hadn't grown much at all, unlike most contestants. The reason for that soon made itself clear, as three additional erections formed, slowly growing to the same size and shape as hir original. Arranged in a diamond pattern, with bases of all four touching and squeezing together, each shaft looked meaty and fat. Four simultaneous drips of seed drizzles from four identical tips as Izzy thrust hir hips out, gasping and groaning as more pleasure made hir tip hir head back and cry out.

"Question 5: What song did Roseanne Barr famously mangle in front of a crowd of thousands?"

"I... remember... her badly... singing... the Star Spangled... Banner!"

"Correct!"

Izzy slumped back against the hospital bed, clearly exhausted with the effort of answering the question. Hir head lolled back and forth as hir breasts swelled larger, adding on inches to hir bust line.

All four of hir thick erections grew as well, matching each other perfectly in size and shape. In order to feed the dragon's new erections, hir testicles grew even faster. From eggs to baseballs, then to softballs, they grew quicker than any other part of hir.

Shuddering with pleasure, Izzy unfurled hir wings again, stretching them to their limits. The original pair had plenty of space to move, as the second pair had grown in lower. Shi'd need the additional power if shi wanted to keep flying, as the rest of hir body showed no signs of slowing its constant growth.

"Question 6: What is the name of the character who becomes the new Death in one of the Discworld novels?"

"Eerrrrr... uuummmmfff... Mort?"

"Correct!"

Izzy growled loudly as hir swollen breasts lurched up and down. Well into D-cup territory by now, Izzy could hardly believe the weight and heft of hir new endowments. Shi groaned again, abs tightening as hir four thick cocks flexed upwards. Each now nearly 10 inches long, thick streams of musky seed sprayed from the tips, most of it flying back towards Izzy to coat hir smooth white scales with spunk.

"Baker's dozen" was an accurate description of what had happened to the dragon. With a new set of wings, two more arms, six breasts, and three additional cocks, shi sported an entirely new set of limbs and sexes. With two of hir arms free, shi reached for hir breasts, massaging and rubbing each of the heavy tits in turn. More moaning filled the air, lusty and exotic, as several audience members found themselves tenting their clothing more than normal.

"Question 7: Which city in North Dakota is the largest?"

"Not the capital... the other one... Fargo!" Izzy gasped out.

"Correct!"

Four thick streams of pre-cum followed the ninth dose. The dragon's two free arms worked hir breasts eagerly for a few more moments before dropping down to caress two of hir thick stalks. Each maleness swelled in hir fingers, adding on the inches, more than a foot long each, thick as hir wrist, hard as stone. Squeezing two together in each hand, Izzy couldn't believe how good it felt to push them together, roll them around, let the thick spunk lube hir smooth scales... the shafts flexed against hir palms, hard and throbbing, releasing fat pulses of dragon-seed that dribbled down hir legs and into the growing puddle on the floor.

Izzy closed hir eyes, head tipped back again, and moaned out hir pleasure, lips pursing as shi crooned deeply. Hir four arms strained, two free and two bound, hir wings flapped, and hir legs kicked. Even hir tail moved constantly, swinging side to side, wrapping around the bed, pulling on the metal bars.

"Oooh... it feels... so good!"

The chemicals kept growing hir, but slower now as a few minutes had passed since hir last dose. The host readied his cards, about to read off the next question, but he was interrupted by an ear-piercing shriek of pleasure. Two of Izzy's fat malenesses erupted into orgasm, shooting streams of cum almost a dozen feet, splattering near the edge of the stage.

Shouting to be heard over hir cries of pleasure, the fox asked the next question.

"Question 8: What band sang the hit song 'Big Balls'?"

"Oooooh! Was it... Boston?"

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!"

The dragon didn't seem to mind. Shi was far too concerned with groping hir massive DD-cup breasts, fondling all six in turn, as well as hir four hard, throbbing cocks - despite cumming, they all remained hard as steel.

Otters came forward to release Izzy from hir restraints, ducking hir flapping wings as they did.

"That's all for Izzy! Let's give hir a big hand!" the host said.

Realizing this was the point when most contestants were freed and made a grab for him, the fox crouched behind his podium, eyes closed, but the expected touch of Izzy's talons never came. Instead, a multitude of squeaks and moans drifted into his ears. Peeking over the top of the podium, his eyes went wide at the sight on the center of the stage.

Izzy had the four otter stagehands who'd released hir from hir shackles on the ground, one pinned by each arm. Four rump pushed up into the air and shi ground forward, driving a cock into each tight otterbutt. The dragon groaned with delight as the four otters moaned in unison, each clutching at the stage floor ahead of them as more than a foot of bicep-thick dragon cock sunk into their backsides. Izzy leaned down, six breasts sliding over their backsides as shi squeezed them together, then turned to glance at the host.

"Don't worry, hot stuff," shi gasped. "These four are just warm ups. You're next!"

"We'll be right back with more Questionable Content!" the host said quickly, before running off the stage.

The cameras panned back towards Izzy, giving the audience at home a lesson on how to tame your otters.