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Questionable Content

Episode 18

(QC is a live stream "game show" where I pick someone at random from the people watching and ask them easy trivia questions. The more they get correct, the more doses of chemicals they get. The questions don't really matter and nobody ever "loses" by answering wrong. At a certain point I'll ask the person to intentionally fail with a funny answer so we can go on to the next person.)

Round 1: Taiko

The theater was dark and silent, save for the rustling of audience members as they waited for the show to begin. Near the stage, camera operators double-checked their stands, ensuring they were in their proper places. Above the audience in a room in the back, technicians checked mike levels. One slowly pushed a lever forward, bringing up the stage lights.

The audience broke into applause as a short, slim fox walked onto the stage from behind the wall to the right. He held a skinny wireless microphone in his paw and smiled brightly as the cameras trained on him.

"Welcome to Questionable Content!" he announced.

Above the stage, a huge electronic display lit up with the name of the show. Theme music blasted out, momentarily overwhelming the applause of the audience. By the time it died down, the animation for the show's opening had finished playing on the displays and was replaced by a large digital version of The Wheel.

"We've updated our set for a brand new season - and we've got a few new surprises in store for our contestants!" the fox said.

On cue, several attractive female otters dressed in revealing nurse costumes wheeled out a large hospital bed, on which the contestant would be strapped down during the game.

"You all know how the game is played," the fox continued, moving to the side of the stage to a small podium made of clear plastic. "An audience member is selected at random. Once on stage, they're strapped in and asked a series of questions. For every correct answer, they receive an additional dose of our patented transformational chemicals. The contestants are asked questions for only as long as they can avoid the... let's say, 'side effects' of the serum!"

The audience applauded again and the house lights came down. The fox pulled a card out of his suit's inner pocket and opened it.

"Our first contestant is... Taiko Akito!"

Spotlights swept over the audience, which was still mostly dark, until they found Taiko. A tall, slim dragon wearing only a sky blue bathrobe made his way out of his row. His long tail, jade green like the rest of his scales, swung behind him, brushing against knees and legs of other audience members, as he got into the aisle and headed down the stairs.

Taiko climbed the short set of stairs at the front of the stage and walked over to the fox by his podium, giving a wave to the cameras as he did.

"Welcome to the show, Taiko!" the fox said, holding out the microphone. "Where are you from?"

"Novus Ager, sir," the dragon said, grinning broadly.

"Pleasure to have you on," the fox said. He motioned to the otter nurses, who escorted the dragon over to the hospital bed.

The efficient otters strapped the dragon down at his wrists and ankles once he'd disrobed. One laid a small white towel across his midsection, offering him just a touch of modesty, as the other inserted an IV line into his wrist. The tube went under the bed, where it connected to a tank full of faintly phosphorescent pink fluid.

"While Taiko is getting ready, let's see what options are on the Wheel today!"

THE WHEEL

1. Random Gender Swap

2. Orcafication

3. Busting Out

4. Bear With It

5. Up and Down the City Road

6. Adorable Transformable

7. Mega Super Hermification Blaster

8. Audience Choice

9. Oldie But Goodie

"The Wheel spin used to be optional, but with the new format of the show, it's now mandatory!" the fox explained. "Don't worry, though - gender changes are now random as well. Let's spin the Wheel!"

The fox smacked a large red button on his pedestal with his open paw. The lights on stage dimmed as the electronic display above the stage began to flash an assortment of names, too quickly to read at first. Gradually the words slowed, then lingered. At long last, with the audience on the edge of their seats, it halted and blinked on its final choice.

"Bear With It!" a deep, bass, computerized voice bellowed. The audience broke into applause as Taiko swallowed nervously and turned his head, watching the first dose of the pink chemicals travel down the IV into his arm. He could feel the warmth of the fluid almost immediately and shivered as it spread quickly across his chest, making his heart beat even faster with excitement.

"Question 1," the fox said, beginning the first round of questions, "The 'Eagle' in the classic nursery rhyme 'Pop Goes the Weasel' is a reference to what? A car, a bar, or an actual eagle?"

Taiko frowned as he tried to think of the answer. As the seconds ticked by, he eventually just gave up and guessed.

"Um... wow, way to stump me... a bar?"

For a second, the host frowned as though the answer were wrong. But then a loud bell rang and the lights around the stage flashed.

"Correct!"

The audience applauded as another dose of the chemicals zipped down the IV line. Taiko grunted as he felt the warmth in his body increase. He could already feel the effects and shuddered as the warmth tickled his crotch. A few moments later, the small white towel was tented upwards as the dragon let out an awkward, low moan.

"As you may have noticed, Taiko, in addition to the other changes, we've increased the power of our transformational chemicals by increasing the concentration!" the fox said, mostly to the audience. "Contestants will now feel the effects quicker and we'll see the transformations more rapidly. On the plus side, questions will be much easier much sooner than normal."

"Ooooh, you don't say," Taiko gasped. The towel lurched upwards as the dragon's arousal ramped up, making him lean forward against his restraints in the hospital bed, which was angled upwards to ensure the audience could see every detail.

"Question 2: Who couldn't put Humpty Dumpty back together again?"

"Oh, that's easy," Taiko said. Before he could say any more, he stiffened and pursed his lips as a large wet patch formed at the tip of the bulge under the towel. "All the king's horses and all the king's men!"

He slumped back against the bed with a moan as rivulets of clear pre-cum ran down his sides, glinting under the stage lights as they lit up in response to his correct answer.

"That's right!" the fox host said, pulling out a new question card as he watched the IV line fill with pink again.

The towel across Taiko's midsection grew damper and damper, clinging to the dragon's jade green thighs as the productive male completely soaked it through. Before the host could ask the next question, the dragon's thickness flopped back and forth, shaking it off. It landed on the floor wetly, leaving Taiko's thick shaft naked and shining with wetness. A pair of heavy, plump nuts rested below, nestled between Taiko's slightly spread legs.

"Question 3: Name four of the eleven animals featured in the 'Hickory Dickory Dock' nursery rhyme."

The dragon took on a pained expression as he tried to concentrate on the question and ignore the raging arousal he felt coming from his throbbing erection. It took almost half a minute before he came up with the answer.

"Um, the mouse, the bird, the dog, and... the horse!"

"Correct!"

The audience applauded as the dragon received his fourth dose of the chemicals. His physique was already noticeably changing. Where he'd started with a sleek, slim runner's body, covered with classic smooth lines, his scales were bulging outwards with new muscles, giving him a plumper, thicker look. His belly in particular was growing round, but keeping every ounce of firmness.

The dragon gasped as he felt a tickle on his chest and lifted his head to watch as thick, dark green hairs sprouted from between his scales, soon covering a broad part of his chest with a patch of short hair. Combined with the increased size of his muscles, the slim male was taking on a more and more masculine appearance. Even his smooth, sculptured jawline thickened into a square-set, stern countenance.

"Question 4: Into what did Jack Horner stick his thumb?"

"A... plum... pie!" Taiko groaned. His voice was deeper now as well and the fox glanced up, surprised to hear such a difference from before.

"That's correct!" he announced.

The lights flashed, the bell rang, and the swarthy dragon got yet another dose of the chemicals.

By now it was obvious the "Bear With It" option on the Wheel wasn't going to turn Taiko into a bear - at least, not the animal kind. More dark green hair grew in a treasure trail down his hard, round belly to his crotch, surrounding his thick erection. The length had increased subtly - only by looking at the comparison before-and-after pictures put up on the electronic display above the stage could the difference truly be seen. Almost ten inches of hard dragon-cock jutted from the male's crotch now, thick as a soda can, with a pair of baseball-sized nuts to match.

His thick thighs squeezed together, pushing his balls up on top. The dragon groaned again, loud and deep, as more hair grew in all over his body - under his arms, down the back of his neck, and even on his face. Soon he had a thick beard across his lower cheeks and chin, increasing the masculine look he now had tenfold.

"Question 5: What did Jack lose when he fell down the hill?"

The heavyset dragon, so different from he started, let out a deep grunt and flexed against his restraints before answering. The audience oohed appreciatively as they saw the powerful muscles shifting and moving under his jade scales.

"Mmmm... his crown..."

"That's correct!"

Yet another dose ran down the IV line into the dragon's body. Taiko let out a satisfied moan as his cock jerked. A thick burst of pre-cum erupted from the tip and splattered down over his belly, soaking the treasure trail that ran down his fat, hard belly. He shifted and pulled at his restraints, fingers and claws curling and uncurling as he tried to reach for his cock, now just over a foot long. It curled over his lower belly, thwapping audibly as it jerked back and forth with arousal. Rivulets of musky clear pre-cum ran down the length regularly, soaking the hair clustered around his crotch.

The bearded dragon shuddered and moaned once more, loud and insistent, making the fox host take a step back and look up in alarm.

"Question... uh, Question 6," he said, nose twitching as a thick musk spread through the air across the stage. "When it's raining and pouring, who, exactly, is snoring?"

The dragon's deep, bassy moan rumbled out of his thick, powerful chest, sending vibrations along the floor as he answered.

"The old man," he said, obviously trying with some difficulty to get the words out as his erection sprayed another thick burst of pre-cum across his hard, fat stomach and expanding pecs. His shoulders, nearly twice as wide as before, built up into his neck, increasing his stockiness even more. No longer lean and slim, this dragon was pure, unadulterated male - hairy, musky, horny, and made entirely of muscle. The fox could almost see the cigar hanging out of the corner of his mouth, clenched between sharp white teeth.

"Question 7," the fox said, returning his eyes to his cards, "What's the next line in this nursery rhyme: 'Ring around the rosie...'"

"Heh... heh... a foxy needing a good dicking," the dragon growled, as any need to continue answering questions fled him. He stared at the host hungrily, eyes wide, nostrils flaring.

"Before I say whether that was correct or not, I'd like to introduce one of our interns, Sammy. Come on out, Sammy!"

A skinny, short fox, no more than a hundred pounds at best, with a massively bushy red tail tipped in white, stepped out from backstage and shyly smiled at the camera, seemingly oblivious to the presence of the muscular, hairy, bear-daddy dragon with a fourteen-inch cock laying on the medical bed a few feet away.

"Sammy here is what we in the business like to call a 'stunt double,'" the host said, handing the intern the microphone. Sammy glanced up at the host, confusion on his face.

"Wait, stunt double? I thought I was learning the lighting sys-"

"Anyways, that answer was incorrect!" the host said, interrupting the smaller fox. "Stay here, Sammy."

The host ran off stage as the nurse otters released the dragon from his restraints. Sammy stood stock still, microphone clutched in his paws, as a huge shadow loomed over him from behind. A hot breath hit the back of his head, sending his long red hair falling over his face.

As the unmistakably masculine scent of an uber-daddy dragon enveloped the twinky little fox, the audience oohed and aahed. Taiko's meaty arms wrapped around the small male and lifted him off the ground. Ignoring the squirming, the over-sexed dragon tore off the skinny vulpine's clothing and ground forward, roughly impaling him on a cock not meant for such things. Sammy's muzzle opened wide as his eyes squeezed shut. A high-pitched keen turned into a satisfied gurgle as thick fingers dragged him down over the throbbing meat, stretching his tail hole like only a fox's could stretch.

"Don't worry, Sammy! You're getting college credit for this!" the host called from backstage. "We'll be right back with more Questionable Content!"

---Commercial Interruption---

Round 2: Shadohime

"Welcome back to Questionable Content!" the fox host announced, remarkably unscathed thanks to steady supply of disposable interns the show recruited from a local college. "We'll get started right away with our next contestant: Leo Archon!"

A short, lithe wolf with thick red fur in the audience made his way down the stage. His black jeans and tight blue t-shirt were illuminated by the spotlights as he climbed up the stairs and stood next to the host.

"Welcome to the show, Leo! Where are you from?"

Leo reached around the back of his head and toyed with his low ponytail as he replied. His hair stood out against his fur, being a much darker shade of red.

"I'm from Lexington, Kentucky, home of this year's NCAA basketball champs, the Wildcats!"

The audience applauded politely, but it was obvious they were more interested in pornography than basketball.

"Great to have you on, Leo. Let's get you ready to play Questionable Content!"

The sexy otter nurses helped the red wolf out of his clothes and onto the hospital bed, where he was strapped down and attached to the IV line. The host took his position behind the clear plastic podium and motioned to the large display hung above the stage.

"Time to spin the Wheel! Here we go!"

The animation for the spin was, this time, a slot-machine with pictures of various body parts, features, and words. The three reels slammed into place with a loud click and the host announced the result.

THE WHEEL

1. Random Gender Swap

2. Orcafication

3. Busting Out

4. Up and Down the City Road

5. Adorable Transformable

6. Mega Super Hermification Blaster

7. Audience Choice

8. Oldie But Goodie

"Busting Out!"

The preliminary dose of chemicals ran down the IV line into Leo's arm. The red wolf grunted as he felt the warmth spread quickly throughout his body. His shivers dislodged the small white towel spread across his lap, causing it to hang noticeably around his sheath. His smooth chest and belly shook subtly underneath his pelt.

"Question 1: Name two members of the Beatles."

Panting only a little, Leo quickly answered: "Paul McCartney and John Lennon."

"Correct!"

The lights in the studio flashed and the bell rang as the audience cheered. Another dose of transformational chemicals went down the IV line and Leo closed his eyes as the effects hit him quickly. The new, concentrated power of the chemicals made the transformations - and the lustful side effects - much quicker and more noticeable during the early questions.

Despite the growing heat in his chest and groin, the red wolf tried to think about what the Wheel option meant for him. Busting out? Was he going to get inflated somehow? He'd seen stranger on the show. Or maybe it was something different, like-

"Question 2!" the host said, inadvertently interrupting the wolf's train of thought. "Jude should take a sad song and make it what?"

"Better?" Leo asked, blinking. The wolf was unfamiliar with that song.

"Correct!"

As the congratulatory lights and sounds went off, the next dose hit Leo hard. As soon as it entered his bloodstream, Leo could feel the heat increase rapidly. His cock swelled, lifting the towel draped across his sheath up into the air. The weight of the towel pulled his cock down, so that it pointed straight out at the audience like some kind of pornographic ghost. The wolf panted hard, moaning lightly, as his chest grew tight. His nipples ached and he pulled at his restraints in an attempt to reach them.

Cracking his eyes open, Leo watched in astonishment as his chest pillowed out, rapidly going from flat to A-cups in a matter of moments. His areolae spread, taking up more of his chest, and his small nipples increased in size as they hardened.

"Question 3: What does Eleanor Rigby clean up after a wedding in a church?"

"Hmmm... I'm not sure, but don't weddings have a habit of throwing rice around?" Leo asked. "I'll say rice."

"That," the host said, pausing for effect, "is correct!"

Leo's chest swelled again during the celebratory lights and sounds, going from As to Bs. The wolf shuddered and moaned as his cock lifted the towel up into the air before falling back down. As it dropped, the fabric slipped off and fell to the floor, leaving the male's erection bare. A sturdy six inches, already it was showing signs of growth.

"Question 4: According to the Beatles, how many days a week do they need your love, babe?"

Leo's eyes opened wide. "Wait, I know this one! Eight days a week!"

"That's correct!"

Leo ignored the noises and lights this time as he lifted his head, staring in fascination as his chest continued to grow into a respectable set of C-cups. His fat nipples nearly hurt with the ache to be touched and fondled and his cock drizzled a steady stream of clear pre-cum onto the floor at the foot of the bed.

The red wolf's body was remarkably unchanged. Besides a slight widening of the hips, an inch or so on his cock, and the obvious addition of breasts, the wolf hadn't had much work done during the course of the show as yet. Still, he appeared to feel the arousing effects of the chemicals as much as anyone and twitched in his restraints as his paws tried to go alternatively to his cock and his breasts.

"Question 5: Finish this lyric: 'I said something wrong and now I long for...'"

"Um..." Leo paused as he looked at his chest, entranced by the thick pink nipples capping his generous C-cups. They wobbled slightly as he subconsciously pulled against the cloth restraints on his ankles and wrists. "Yesterday?"

"That's right!" the host announced.

Leo froze up when the next dose slipped through the IV line. A funny look crossed his face for a moment, then disappeared as his eyes went wide and his muzzle opened. A shrill whine escaped as his cock swung upwards and smacked into his belly, visibly growing longer and thicker as it did. It smacked back and forth several more times, flinging pre-cum onto the wolf and stage, until the growth stabilized, leaving the male packing a few fresh inches. His full testicles dropped lower, pulled down by their own weight.

Higher up, his breasts ballooned just as rapidly, skipping right past D and on into the doubles. They spread apart, heavy and fat, wobbling deliciously atop his body like overfilled water balloons. The nipples were each at least two inches across and protruded an inch or so away from their respective aereolae. The wolf groaned deeper as his chest spread slightly to accommodate the growing orbs and pulled against his restraints, desperation rising as the ache in his nipples and erection threatened to overwhelm him.

"Question 6: According to the Beatles, coo coo ca choo, I am the what?"

Leo seemed not to have heard the question at first and his response was garbled. After swallowing hard and tearing his eyes away from his juicy, full tits, he managed to gasp out, "Walrus!"

"Correct!"

The wolf moaned long and low as yet another dose slid into his body, amping up his transformation yet again. His ponderous breasts filled out further yet, obscuring the upper part of his belly as they lurched dramatically into H-cup territory and then beyond. His belly slimmed, giving him an hourglass figure thanks to his widened hips. His cock, when it slapped back against his belly, slipped between his breasts and got stuck in the cleavage. The wolf shuddered and groaned as the heat of his oversized chest surrounded his aching maleness, now at least a foot long. The full length was hard to say because it was half-hidden, but it was, according to the display above the stage, at least twice as thick as when he started.

His balls had kept up as well. The precum-soaked nuts hung over his thighs, big as cantaloupes, and visibly shook and jiggled as the wolf struggled with his restraints. His plump pink nipples grew even thicker and broader, with aereolae the size of small plates behind them. Red fur surrounded the edges, tickling the bare flesh, driving the wolf to even greater distraction.

"Question 7," the host said, openly staring along with the audience at the red wolf's jiggling chest, "Finish this lyric: We're Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club..."

"Band!" Leo gasped after a few moments of heavy breathing that caused his chest to rise and fall dramatically.

"That's correct!" the host said, watching as the chemicals ran down the IV line.

Leo groaned deliciously as his chest grew even larger. His enormous breasts covered all of his chest and most of his belly now, nearly completely obscuring his maleness from view thanks to his slightly reclined position. Despite their size, the huge orbs sat on his chest in a way that easily defied gravity. The red wolf shuddered as his hips lurched upwards, slipping his cock between the deep cleavage and soft fur therein.

Shuddering and whining, eyes squeezed shut tight, ears flat to his head, and with his tail curled up between his legs over his engorged nuts, the wolf couldn't help his lips pulling back into a snarl as pleasure wracked his body. His massive tits shook back and forth, wobbling delightfully for the cameras, which put close-ups on the screen above the stage.

"Question 8," the host said, obviously distracted by the wolf's new assets. "Uh... let's see... here we go... What is the name of the song that starts with the line, 'I read the news today, oh boy, about a lucky man who made the grade?'"

"Yellow Submarine!" Leo shouted, obviously a wild guess as he was too preoccupied with the wonderful ache in his nipples to worry about listening to the question.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" the host said, setting his cards down on the table.

The fox turned to the audience and the camera and smiled as the otter nurses released the wolf from the hospital bed nearby.

"Well, that's all for this episode of Questionable Content," he said. "Please join us next time when-"

A huge "whump" echoed across the stage as the red wolf landed on the fox's back, shoving him down into the floor. With Leo's massive tits pinning him down, the host could hardly even squirm as he felt sharp claws ripping away at his suit pants, exposing his rump.

"Oh, God! His cock grew too! His cock grew toooooo!" the fox wailed as he felt the horny wolf grind up against him. His wailing ceased when Leo leaned forward and allowed hir deep cleavage to completely envelop the host's head, drowning him in a sea of lush, thick fur. The wolf's tongue hung out of the side of his muzzle as his hips lurched forward.

All that could be seen of the host were his frantically kicking legs as the wolf's massive breasts rolled back and forth around him. Leo's tail wagged furiously as he reached out and grabbed the sides of his chest, fingers clutching his aching nipples. He moaned loudly before looking straight into the camera.

"Thanks for watching!"

---Commercial Interruption---