A Matter of Inches: Episode 7
#25 of Archived Livestream Stories Pre-2018
Contestants try to answer questions while being transformed by chemicals and humped by the Fluffers!
A Matter of Inches: Episode 7
A Transformation-Based Game Show!
A Matter of Inches is a game show where contestants must answer questions while strapped into the Square, a rectangular metal frame that keeps their wrists and ankles immobilized. Contestants are sucked, fucked, and milked to get them to cum as soon as possible while their bodies change according to a randomly-chosen TF. The longer they last, the more TF chemicals they get.
Stories are written live on a stream and unedited.
Round 1: M/herm, plant TF, tentacles, wolf, foxtaur
Round 2: M/M, shapeshifter, goo, otter, tiger, panther
Round 1: Lifeforce
The host of "A Matter of Inches," a handsome otter in a smart black suit, strolled onto the stage. Lights beamed down on him from above as he spoke into a small handheld microphone.
"Welcome to A Matter of Inches!" he said, turning to a camera. "You all know how to play. A random contestant is strapped into the Square-"
The otter paused to motion to the large bracket device in the center of the stage. Large straps hung from it at various points, enabling the smallest and largest people to be buckled into place.
"-and you all know about the Fluffers!"
A spotlight lit up a small dais on the right side of the stage. At the top of a short flight of step, three curtains hung in a row - one blue, one pink, and one purple.
"And of course, who could forget the Wheel?"
The large electronic Wheel lit up above the stage, cycling through various transformation options to be inflicted upon the contestants.
The host waited for the cheers and applause from the audience to die down before continuing. The music faded out as he pulled a small card from his pocket.
"Tonight's first contestant is... Rafeal!"
Lights flashed across the audience until they settled on an average-looking fox. At five-foot-seven with a bit of a pudgy body, the fox wasn't too far from an average fox, except for his emerald fur color. From ears to tail, the fox was a bright, lustrous green. He wore a grey collar around his neck, a pair of loose khaki shorts, and a plain black t-shirt.
As he made his way down the stairs, he smiled shyly. The host greeted him as he made his way onto the stage.
"Welcome to the show, Rafeal!" the otter said, motioning for the fox to stand next to him. "Where are you from?"
"I'm from... uh, New Zealand, I guess."
"Great! Let's get you ready to play!"
Several stagehands appeared on stage, all otters, and guided Rafeal to the Square. After taking a moment to pull his long digitrade legs through his shorts, the fox pulled off his shirt and then his underwear, leaving him nude. The audience whooped at him as he was strapped into the Square, wrists out to his sides, legs spread.
"First things first," the host said, moving to the left side of the stage. "Let's find out what you'll get on the Wheel!"
After he pushed a big red button on a small pole next to his podium, the lights on the electronic board above the stage flashed. The music swelled dramatically as the options cycled through rapidly. They slowed down eventually, and came to a rest on...
The Wheel
Taurification
Hermify Me, Captain
Release the Kraken
Green Thumb
Quadtaurification
Muscle Museum
Size Does Matter
Shrinky Dink
Melt Into You
Wrecking Balls
Titanic Titties
Nipple Plays
"Green Thumb!" the host announced. "A fitting choice for our green fox here!"
Rafeal winced as an IV was inserted into his arm by the stagehands, who then quickly vanished from the stage. The lights above the dais and curtains on the right side of the stage lit up.
"Time to make your choice, Rafeal," the host said. "Would you like a male, female, or herm fluffer?"
Rafeal glanced to the side at the curtains before replying.
"Erm... a herm sounds good..."
The lights over the blue and pink curtains went dark. The rest of the lights around the dais followed suit as the purple curtain rose gently upwards. A strong light shone from behind the dais left the revealed figure in shadow, only their silhouette visible.
The silhouette was unique. At first it looked like whoever it was had weird, split legs - until a long, lithe foxtaur made hir way down the steps. Deep russet fur covered hir naked body. Heavy breasts, two sets on hir chest in total, led the way as shi padded down the stairs. Clearly visible nipples ran down hir belly in pairs, six in all, and more poked from thick white belly fur along hir underbody.
Between hir hind legs, a pair of massive white-furred testicles swung back and forth, much too large for the sheath in front of them. The sheath wasn't small by any measure, but the heavy nuts swaying back and forth behind it were disproportionately large.
A thick, bushy white-tipped tail wagged back and forth slowly as the foxtaur trotted briskly across the stage towards Rafeal, who stared in amazement.
"Let's all give a big hand to Tawny," the otter announced. "Our newest Fluffer!"
The foxtaur flashed a grin at the audience before circling around Rafeal, brushing up against him with hir long taur-half and teasing his lips with hir tail. A thick length of fox-cock dropped from hir sheath, almost dragging along the floor, as shi took a few deep breaths, showing off hir luxurious cleavage. Both pairs of breasts jiggled for the cameras as shi cupped the lower set, demonstrating their size and heft to the stunned green fox.
"You aren't gonna last more than three questions, foxy," the fluffer promised.
"Tawny, you may begin as soon as I ask the first question," the host said.
The foxtaur made a pleasurable rumbling noise as shi weaved around the Square again, cock stiffening up as shi went, until it sagged only slightly, almost fourteen inches long from base to tip. The beginnings of a knot made itself known in hir white-furred sheath, plumping up and stretching out the skin, as hir fingers trailed along the restraints holding the panting green fox immobile.
"Question 1: The popular song 'Barbie Girl' was sung by which band?"
Rafeal's eyes followed the foxtaur as shi moved around him, ears following along as he listened for hir small coos of pleasure.
"Shi's uh... shi's big," he said, before shaking his head to focus on the question. Tawny blew on his ears, making them flick automatically, as he answered. "Err... Aqua?"
"Correct!"
Rafeal wasn't sure what to focus on first. The lights went off, flashing rapidly, and the music blasted out with a celebratory buzz. Besides the audiovisual stimulation, two pairs of firm paws reached around his hips from behind, sliding over his belly and chest, stroking his green fur, before slipping down to cup his sheath and balls. He was already pudging up in his sheath; a few strokes and he was moaning with pleasure, hard as he'd ever been.
In addition, the first dose of the patented transformational chemicals ran down the IV line, sending a burst of warmth from his wrist, up his arm, and into his heart, where it spread throughout his body in moments. Tingling pleasure made his toes curl against the stage floor as he felt two pairs of heavy breasts slide against his backside. Tawny pressed so close to the green fox's backside he could even feel hir additional nipples on hir belly sliding through his fur.
Tawny slid around the Square again, ending in front of Rafeal. Dropping hir forelegs down, shi left hir rump up, tail lifted, giving the audience a show of hir exposed muff and low-hanging nuts. Rafeal's breath caught in his throat as shi leaned down, muzzle dragging across his chest and belly. As hir hot breath washed across his erection, he let out a whimper and closed his eyes. Already pre-cum bubbled from his tip and his tail wagged behind him furiously.
"Question 2: Name two of the colors used as names of Weezer albums."
"Blue and red?" Rafeal gasped out, eyes squeezed shut as the foxtaur's velvet tongue swept across the tip of his erection.
"Correct!"
The surge of chemicals wasn't as strong as the first time, but the pleasure they left behind was. Rafeal's knees trembled as Tawny's muzzle dropped over his erection, taking it to the base. Hir tongue pushed past hir lips, rubbing along the green male's ball as hir throat swallowed the tip. Rafeal's fingers dug into his palms as he bucked forward in the restraints, groaning deeply all the while.
Tawny grinned as shi pulled off slowly, slurping up a bit of pre-cum as shi did. Hir paws groped over Rafeal's chest and stomach, squeezing his pecs and round belly, working hir fingers deep into his pelt. Shi leaned forward, pushing hir double-stacked chest around his maleness, and rubbed hir large breasts over his erection, using the soft, smooth fur in hir cleavage to stimulate him further.
Rafeal's deep pelt bushed out anew as his hips pushed forward. He couldn't do what he wanted, though, because the restraints held him back. All the while, his emerald fur underwent a subtle change. Though hard to pick up on the cameras, the fur was consumed and replaced by fiber-thin blades of some kind of plant material. Not even Tawny noticed the change as it spread across his body. The vixen-taur's focus was on getting him off, not what his transformation was turning him into.
By the time the host was ready with the third question, Tawny was on the move again, pulling away from Rafeal's dripping maleness to move around to his backside. The foxtaur's erection was fully aroused now to its throbbing eighteen-inch length. It brushed up against hir white underfur as shi motioned to the stagehands.
"Question 3: Finish this lyric: 'I like it... a crazy little thing called...' what?"
"Lllloooove!" the green fox wailed.
Tawny grinned again as shi slipped hir fingers from the male's rump, where shi'd been teasing him. The stagehands arrived as the music and lights played. A few adjustments and they vanished once more, leaving the Square in a new position. Rafeal shuddered - his rump was now exposed as he hung forward, bent over at the hips. He felt a paw grab and lift his tail - during which he didn't notice as small tendrils, as emerald as his fur, slipped down from his feet, wriggling around the stage floor.
The fox grunted as a heavy weight descended on his backside. The foxtaur laughed with delight as shi hooked hir forelegs over the top bar of the Square, between Rafeal's outstretched arms. Hir heavy, fat fox cock lay across his backside, knot growing quickly as shi shifted hir hips, pushing it back and forth alongside his tail.
Tawny's feet danced on the floor as shi maneuvered into position, lining hir fat tip up under Rafeal's tail. The green fox moaned as he felt the girth of the thing prodding at him. Hot, clear pre-cum ran down the insides of his thighs as the foxtaur's copious natural lube did its work.
Tawny moaned and used hir free paws to grope at hir heavy breasts - the male was too far below to reach by this point. Shi shifted hir underbody against his backside, rubbing hir twin rows of nipples against him, as hir thickness pushed forward slowly, gradually stretching the male to fit.
Rafeal's body tingled all over again and he looked down as new sensations ran up his ankles. From the ankle down, his legs were entrapped in a riot of small roots. They were growing quickly, however, and he realized after a moment he could control their movements to a certain extent. Flexing his wrists, he found he could create similar vines from his wrists. They were small yet, vestigial almost, and thoughts of his transforming body were driven from his mind with a solid thrust from the foxtaur.
"Question four-"
"Awwwwwwww!"
Rafeal's moan of pure lust drowned out the otter for a moment as several thick inches of foxtaur cock slid up his backside, spreading him wide. At the same time, a burst of amber-colored sap sprayed from the tip of his erection, which was fading from a bright green to a more muted, earthy brown color. Small veins, similar to the kind inside trees, ran along the sides as more amber sap dripped from his tip, hot and sticky.
"Question four," the host said again. "What country is home of the Louvre?"
"F-f-f-fraaaaance!" Rafeal wailed. His belly bulged as the foxtaur eagerly pushed forward, grinding deeper into his body. Shi didn't stop until hir exposed knot bumped up against his tight ring.
The green fox's cock jerked upwards before shooting a spray of cum across the floor. At first, it appeared he'd reached his orgasm and lost, but on closer inspection it was just a particularly healthy shot of sap. The fox's wrists twitched as the next dose of chemicals did their work. Within a few moments, two vines appeared, one from each wrist. About two inches thick each, they weaved up into the air, growing like kudzu.
Tawny groaned as they wrapped around hir ponderous breasts, squeezing all four of them tightly. They snaked into hir cleavage, pulled and pushed on hir luscious fur, and teased at the nipples with their tips.
Rafeal's cock trembled as it darkened further, to a rich bark-like color. Patches of fur across his body followed suit, though he retained the grass-like covering now adorning his skin. His tail, pushed to the side by Tawny's long taur-body, split open at the tip to reveal another long, prehensile vine. The fox found he could exert some control over these growths, but the tail was trickier - he had no ability to focus with eighteen inches of fox cock slamming into his rump. Fortunately, the tendril had a mind of its own.
Tawny's high-pitched bark echoed through the studio as the vine first wrapped around hir oversized balls, then snaked up under hir tail. Hir moist mound dripped as the tip of the green vine spread hir open before pushing in, going just as deep into hir as shi was going into him.
Rafeal shuddered and moaned anew as more pleasure built up inside him. He tried to hold it together, but as his new tentacle-like vines wrapped further around Tawny, dragging the foxtaur tightly to his backside, he wasn't sure he could last much longer.
Tawny's deep moans of lust echoed in his ears as shi pumped forward, hir thrusts timed to the rapidly growing vine plowing hir feminine sex. Two inches thick, then three, then five... soon it was almost eight inches thick, ridged in places where the buds of leaves threatened to sprout. The foxtaur's yips grew in volume as shi slammed hir hips forward, grinding hir knot against Rafeal's tail hole with greater urgency every time.
The male's body continued changing as leaves and flowers sprouted from his chest fur. Fragrances filled the air, powerful aphrodisiacs to match the foxtaur's thick musk. Tawny pushed forward one final time and let out a cry of pleasure as hir knot popped in, tying hir to the bound male.
Rafeal reacted as anyone would with an eighteen-inch cock and a six-inch knot crammed up their rump: he came. Hard. Pints of amber sap exploded out of his cock as he howled with lust. The vines went stiff around Tawny, holding hir immobile as several more sprouted from between his shoulders. Others shrunk back into his smooth, bark-like skin. In the back of his head, Rafeal realized he could control their growth, how many, all of that. But at the moment, all that mattered was the hot fox-cream pumping deep into his rapidly swelling gut.
The otter host watched as the male's impressive load splattered along the stage floor in a long line. The scent of pine filled the air and he grinned as he put his question cards back on the podium.
"That's all for Rafeal!" he announced. "But what contestant! Let's give him a hand!"
The audience cheered as Tawny finally opened hir eyes and lifted hir arms above hir head for a victory pose. Hir hips tugged backwards, making the green, plant-covered fox beneath hir cry out and buck.
"Congratulations to Tawny as well for a terrific showing!" the host continued. "We'll be right back after these messages - hopefully it's enough time to clean this mess up!"
The host laughed as he watched Tawny relax forward, forelegs still draped over the top of the Square, content to lay still as the squirming male beneath hir continued to violate hir dripping pussy. Shi moaned happily as the vines rippled around hir breasts and grinned at the cameras, blowing a kiss with hir pursed lips before they cut to commercial.
**** COMMERCIAL BREAK*****
Round 2: Shakal
The host of A Matter of Inches strolled onto the freshly scrubbed stage and smiled for the cameras.
"Welcome back! Let's get right into it with our next contestant... Shakal!"
A black panther jumped to his feet in the audience. Spotlights followed him down as he ran past other cheering audience members onto the stage. A blue vest flapped open, revealing his smooth black chest fur, while a pair of light blue shorts kept him modest.
"Welcome to the show, Shakal!" the otter said. "Where are you from?"
"California," the panther said, blue eyes sparkling in the lights. "Got a nice spot on the beach if you want to meet up after the show's done, cutie."
The host smiled as stagehands came out to escort the gregarious panther to the Square.
"Maybe, but I'm a river otter!" the host said, moving to his podium on the left of the stage. "Before we talk dates, let's find out what you'll get on the Wheel!"
The electronic board lit up as the host pressed the big red button. The options flicked on and off, slowing gradually, until it came to a stop with a deep bass boom.
The Wheel
Taurification
Hermify Me, Captain
Release the Kraken
Quadtaurification
Muscle Museum
Size Does Matter
Shrinky Dink
Melt Into You
9.Wrecking Balls
- Titanic Titties
- Nipple Plays
"Shrinky Dink!" the host called out.
The audience hooted as the panther grimaced, but he was already naked and in the restraints - too late now.
"Time to choose your Fluffer, Shakal," the host said. "Male, herm, or female?"
The spotlights focused on the dais and curtains on the right of the stage as the crowd waited for Shakal's decision.
"Gotta go male, all the way," he said after a few moments' pause.
The lights around the dais cut out as the blue curtain rose. The bright spotlight shining from behind illuminated a skinny, slight figure's silhouette. The crowd oohed appreciatively as the shadow posed, turning to the side to show off a feminine body.
A moment later, the dimmed lights came back up to reveal an effete otter. No more than five feet tall, he was unremarkable in appearance other than the oily sheen on his surprisingly smooth fur. He strutted across the stage, a half-smile on his whiskered muzzle.
"Let's give a big welcome to Quarters!" the host announced.
The femboy otter's hips swayed as he leaned in against Shakal's chest, long tail lifting. Already the small pink head of his cock poked out of the top of his small sheath.
"I'm gonna make you cum like you never imagined!" he said, a churr underlying his voice.
Shakal swallowed hard as the skinny, lithe otter's hips swayed seductively in front of him, drawing attention to his rump, strong thighs, and smooth belly. His fur glistened in the lights, almost appearing wet, as though he'd just come out of the water.
"Quarters, you may begin as soon as I ask the first question," the host said. "Let's begin! Question 1: What instrument did Louis Armstrong play?"
"Let's jazz the night away with a coronet!" the panther said, confidence dripping from his muzzle as he watched the otter gyrating in front of him.
"Correct!"
As the lights flashed and music played, Quarters dropped to his knees in front of the panther. A small muzzle kissed and licked around the feline's sheath as fingers tickled his heavy testicles. Shakal shivered as the otter expertly teased his pink erection free and swirled his tongue around the tip of the glans. Lips caressed the barbs under the head as one paw slid up his belly and stroked his chest.
Shakal couldn't help but purr with pleasure as the transformational chemicals slid down the IV into his arm, spreading warmth throughout his body. He groaned as tingles extended down his arms and legs and twitched his fingers and toes rapidly. His cock grew hard in moments, filling the otter's muzzle.
Wet slurping noises filled the stage, otherwise silent but for Shakal's heavy breathing. The panther's tail lashed behind him as the otter swallowed every bit of his 8 and a half inch shaft, massaging it with his throat. The otter was good, Shakal realized - almost too good. The throat was tight one moment, loose and wet the next, always hot, warm, and sticky. The panther growled as he felt warm pre-cum spurt onto a waiting tongue and fingers stroke his heavy nuts.
"Question 2: What is the name of the furry convention held annually in Denver, Colorado?"
The panther licked his lips before replying. "Pull back a bit, you'll get a better taste," he said to the fluffer. To the host, "And that's Rocky Mountain Fur Con."
"Correct!"
As the next dose filled his veins, the panther felt the tug of the restraints around his wrists and ankles. They slid down automatically, adjusting themselves to his height as he lost several inches. He flicked his ears, hardly caring about anything but the warm muzzle wrapped around his throbbing maleness.
That lifted away, though, after one final lick to scoop up a few more drops of pre. The femmy otter turned and grinned at Shakal over his shoulder, tail lifted to show off a tight little rump and pucker. With little fanfare, the otter pushed backwards against Shakal's hips, grinding the feline's barbed maleness against his hole.
Shakal closed his eyes and let out a hiss as he felt the tip sink in. Inches followed, entering surprisingly easily despite the tightness. The otter's rump was wet and hot, just like his muzzle, and squeezed around his cock to create the perfect amount of friction. As the skinny body leaned back against him, he tugged at his restraints, wanting to get his paws on the otter. Held back as he was, he had to settle for Quarters taking things his own speed.
Quarters, for his part, appeared to thoroughly enjoy the panther's erection. He pushed back firmly, taking it to the hilt, before pushing his shoulders back and hips out. He brought his hips back, smacking his rump against Shakal's thighs as he made the panther hilt again.
When the little otter thrust his hips out again, though, Shakal realized there was more to the mammal than met the eye. Strands of thick, fur-colored goo stuck to his belly and thighs, leaving him attached at multiple points to the male. Each time Quarters took his erection, more of the skinny otter remained stuck to his body. Soon Quarters's features began to melt away, running down his slim body in drops, and the goo-like fluid wrapped around his thighs and hips. It undulated around his cock, groping and squeezing, hot and warm and perfectly tight, cocooning his maleness in something unlike anything he'd felt before.
"Question 3: In the Jungle Book, Sher Kahn is what kind of animal?"
"Tiger... Kahn's a tiger," Shakal gasped.
A broad white muzzle formed from the dark brown goo crawling up the panther's chest as the next dose of chemicals ran into his arm.
"You like tigers, huh?" Quarters's voice asked. "I can do tiger..."
Streaks of orange burst through the brown goo as the rest turned black. The shapeshifter's color scheme changed in moments, but the warmth, tightness, and wetness remained. Shakal groaned as he felt the semi-formed muzzle lick over his nipple; more strands reached around his hips and teased his tail base. A cock formed, fat and heavy, black in color, shaped just like his - he could feel the barbs as it ran between his rump cheeks.
Shakal shuddered and gasped as fingers formed from the goo, replacing the muzzle teasing his nipple. Another set of fingers squeezed and pinched his other nipple as the muzzle reformed over his cock. Wet noises erupted as a head and throat wrapped around his cock, going semi-translucent so the cameras could get a better view. At the same time, the heavy tiger shaft pushed slowly forward, spreading Shakal's rump. The panther gasped as the first of the barbs teased in past his ring; he clenched his toes and bit his lower lip, trying not to cry out as his cock throbbed inside the former otter's shifting, rippling mouth.
"Oh, ohhhhhh!" he moaned, trembling from head to foot as warm goo slid up his chest and neck. Arms formed, holding the shapeshifter against him; the muzzle disappeared, then reappeared in front of his mouth. He found himself kissing a semi-solid tiger as the creature's maleness penetrated him. The goo stifled his cries as the barbs stroked his insides. The shaft was the perfect size - not too big, not too small, enough to stretch without pain.
"Question 4," the host said. "In 'Robin Hood,' King Richard is where during most of the narrative?"
Shakal pulled his head back from the full tiger lips, which moved instead to the crook of his neck to tease and nip at his sensitive skin.
"Crus... sss... ades! Holy La... ann... oh, fuck..."
"Correct!"
Shakal hadn't noticed earlier, but he'd been steadily shrinking. With the new dose of chemicals, the shrinking sped up dramatically. He grew smaller proportionally, leaving him exactly the same in appearance, just miniaturized. He rapidly shrunk down to four and a half feet, then four.
Quarters didn't bother shrinking the cock stuffed up his rump as he did. Shakal gasped and struggled as the thick, barbed length seemingly grew inside him. His stomach bulged as it pistoned back and forth. Arms caressed his head and neck as the goo-tiger's body wrapped around him more and more. What felt like a tail hole ground down around his cock now as the tiger's muzzle found his for another kiss. Shakal wasn't sure how much he could take - his body trembled with the effort not to cum.
Soon Shakal was down to only three feet tall. Quarters wrapped around him nearly entirely, leaving little but his muzzle exposed. The undulating mass of goo stroked and massaged every inch of his body, especially his maleness and testicles, while the massive tiger cock plunged in and out relentlessly. Despite shrinking so much, the panther's insides had somehow not - he could take the shaft, though it was tighter. He weighed the same as before, but his whole body was denser.
Shakal's figure shrunk more and more, down to two feet, then one-and-a-half. He disappeared entirely inside the writhing mass of goo surrounding him, occasionally squeezing his head out for a breath of air before makeshift cocks filled his throat once more.
Quarters milked him relentlessly, even as the host attempted to ask another question. Before he could finish, though, the shapeshifter's goo body was flung away. He barely stayed connected by a few strands as the panther's body expanded incredibly rapidly back to full size, accompanied by a massive shot of cum.
Shakal yowled as he came uncontrollably inside Quarters - the shapeshifter managed to get a muzzle back around the panther's shaft as the rest of his form slithered back up to follow. The panther moaned and shuddered, jerking at his restraints as he came harder than he'd ever thought possible. His body was back to its original size, dramatically changing from the small, dense one and a half feet. As Quarters milked his orgasm, the panther slumped backwards, utterly spent.
Even as Quarters reformed legs and arms, still in tiger form as he leaned against the panther, already he was shrinking - slowly, but noticeably. With a start, Shakal realized he'd get smaller and smaller until he came.
"Shrinky Dink, huh?" he asked the host, breathing hard.
The host just smiled. "That's it for Shakal! What a great contestant!" he said. "And let's hear it for Quarters and a great debut!"
The shapeshifter had fully reformed by now, skinny and narrow as ever, with a feminine body, but now a tiger instead of an otter. He stroked his fingers over Shakal's chest and purred at the feline.
"You know... maybe you could take me to the beach instead..."
The host turned to the cameras and spoke into his microphone as the panther's cock gave a little jerk in Quarters's paw.
"That's it for this episode of A Matter of Inches. Tune in next time!"