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A Matter of Inches: The Game Show

Episode 8

Characters (C) Taiko and Th3Ch0s3n0n3

Contestants are strapped spread-eagle into the Square, a device that holds them in place. They answer as many questions as they can while one of the show's Fluffers does anything they can to get them off. Every correct answer gets a dose of MoI's patented transformational chemicals. Contestants keep going until they answer incorrectly or the Fluffers get them to spoo.

Round 1: Lucifer Castro

The studio lights dimmed and an excited murmur swelled from the crowd, only to be shushed by a production assistant.

"In three... two... one..."

Lights flashed around the studio as the theme music played. A lithe otter in a flashy suit trotted onto the stage, a microphone pinned to his lapel.

"Welcome to... A Matter of Inches! Without further ado, let's bring on our first contestant!"

Spotlights searched the crowd as low, tense music played.

"Please welcome to the stage... Lucifer Castro!"

The spotlights centered on a figure in the back of the stands. A very tall, very long figure, who trotted down the stairs much as the otter trotted onto stage. Lucifer's trot, however, was due to being a taur. His upper half was that of a cheetah: golden fur, black spots, lithe chest and belly. Beneath, supporting his upper torso, was the bulky shape of a draft horse. Long, glossy black flanks, four strong legs, and a powerful ribcage kept his head high up into the air.

Lucifer maneuvered down the stairs with poise, then climbed up onto the stage to stand next to the otter. The cheetah grinned shyly as the cameras panned over his body. He wore a shirt on his torso, but his lower half lacked any kind of covering.

"Welcome to A Matter of Inches, Lucifer!" the otter said, leaning back some to look up at the tall cheetah draft-taur. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from good old New York, New York!" Lucifer said.

The audience applauded politely, though it was clear from the atmosphere they were here to see something else. The otter grinned and motioned towards the right side of the stage, where steps ran into a large raised dais. At the top of the dais were three doors: one pink, one purple, and one blue. Each large door had a curtain hanging over it.

"Time to choose your Fluffer," the otter said. "As you know, it's a blind pick. You have the choice of gender, but you never know who you'll end up with!"

Colored lights lit up around each doorway as the curtains parted, revealing a bright white light shining through from behind, silhouetting three figures. It was hard to make out anything from the silhouettes.

"Which door will it be, Lucifer?" the otter asked.

"I think I'll take... a herm!" Lucifer said. "Thanks!"

The pink and blue lights went out and the curtains drew back over the entrances. From the purple doorway, in the center, a figure emerged into the lights of the studio.

"Please welcome, in hir debut appearance... Carson Before!"

Pounding techno music mixed with rhythmic tribal beats blasted out of the speakers around the studio as the figure fully emerged. Gold and black striped fur flashed in the light, striped in the pattern of a zebra. The figure, however, was decidedly feline: a lioness, in fact, tall and lean, with wide hips and a slim belly. Two pairs of double-D cup breasts hung from hir chest, forming two pairs of overlapping teardrops. Each thick pink nipple was pierced with a straight platinum rod. Lower, beneath the lioness's smooth belly, a meaty equine sheath swayed, heavy balls the size of grapefruits.

The lioness strutted down the stairs as the music played, getting quite a lot of applause from the audience. Carson smirked as shi walked up to Lucifer and tickled him under the chin with a claw.

"Looks like I've got a stud I'll need to break in!" shi said, getting a round of hoots and cheers from the audience.

Carson stared at the intimidating herm, eyes running from hir heavy breasts to the weighty sheath hanging from hir lower belly. The lioness purred and strutted on past, showing off for the audience. Several otters in blue uniforms appeared on the stage and guided Lucifer over to the Square, where they strapped his arms to large chains ending in padded cuffs. They did likewise to his forelegs; his hind legs were cuffed to links built into the stage floor.

Once rendered immobile, the host sidled closer.

"Before the fun begins and we set Carson Before loose on you," he said, "you must spin... the Wheel!"

On cue, a large video screen descended from the ceiling to hang above the stage. Small monitors at the foot of the stage provided a view for Lucifer and the host of what the options were.

The Wheel

1. Fire Breather

2. Best of Both Worlds

3. Happily Hyper

4. Corking a Gusher

5. Taur Train

6. Fit to be Tied

7. Sticky Situation

8. Barbell Blaster

Lucifer licked his lips as he read the options, but nodded.

"I'm ready," he said. His hooved legs shifted, causing the chains to jingle.

The audience cheered as the host walked towards the center of the stage and held his paw over a large red button at the top of a metal post.

"Then it's time to accept your fate!" he said, before slapping the button.

The options on the screen disappeared. One reappeared - Sticky Situation - but scrolled off screen to the right quickly. Another option appeared, then another, and another, until they became a blur. The spinning words gradually slowed, however, until one finally locked into place...

"Sticky Situation!"

Lights flashed and buzzers buzzed. The audience cheered as the stagehands finished hooking Lucifer up, attaching a rig to his upper bicep that would automatically inject him with the transformational chemicals. A thick pink tube attached from the frame of the Square to the rig on his arm, which had a few blinking lights and an LED display.

"We'll get you started off with a freebie dose," the host said, walking towards the left side of the stage where his podium stood.

Lucifer gasped as he felt a sudden shock of warmth in his arm. The warmth traveled quickly through his body, down to his fingers, into his torso, spreading rapidly through both upper and lower halves.

Carson, meanwhile, stalked back towards the restrained taur, a devious grin on hir feline face. Shi paused just in front of the bound male, tail whipping back and forth with anticipation.

"Ooh, you're gonna be begging by the time I'm done with you, horsy!" shi said.

"Carson, you may begin after I ask the first question," the otter said. "Here it is, Lucifer: In what year did the movie 'Toy Story' release? 1990, 1995, or 2000?"

As soon as the last syllable left the otter's muzzle, Carson's paws were on the cheetah draft-taur's body, stroking at his soft, smooth belly fur, petting down where the tan fur merged into his glossy black horse-taur half, then down his flanks, teasing with hir claws along the way, tickling at his smooth hide and pressing hir heavy chest into his side.

Despite the distraction the lioness provided, Lucifer quickly answered.

"Hmm... this is one of my favorite movies," he said, squirming a bit as sharp claws teased down his sides, heading for between his hind legs. "So I'm going to say... 1995!"

"That is correct!"

Another dose of the chemicals was promptly injected into the cheetah draft-taur's arm. The warm feeling intensified across his body, a side-effect being that his heavy shaft spilled free of his sheath.

"Oh, so much to work with!" Carson growled. Shi squirmed underneath the big male on hir backside, purring as all 22 inches of Lucifer's four-inch-thick horsecock rested between hir breasts and over hir smooth belly. Hir own arousal grew quickly; the lioness's zebra heritage was even more on display when a meaty, flared horse shaft thickened up along hir belly, protruding nicely from hir fleshy black sheath. Hir gold and black striped fur glistened as cameras zoomed in on hir paws, catching hir fingers stroking their way up the taur's length slowly, teasing him.

Lucifer bit his lower lip and pulled his arms at the chains, gasping as he felt a rough feline tongue slide across the flared head of his shaft.

"Second question, Lucifer," the host said, bringing the blissful taur back down to earth. "Who is the author of the Lord of the Rings series?"

Lucifer squirmed as he thought of the answer. It was hard to focus on the question with his erection sliding between four full, heavy breasts... so much silky, soft fur, warm and pillow-like, pressing around his erection so nicely, tightly...

"I'm not... much of a fan," Lucifer gasped, hind legs lifting a few inches, as far as the chain would allow, before stomping back down eagerly, "but this is rather basic trivia, and if there's one thing I'm good at, it's trivia. It's J.R.R. Tolkien, correct?"

A bell rang somewhere in the studio and lights flashed.

"That is correct!"

Another warm blast of chemicals followed, amping Lucifer's arousal. The draft-taur moaned, lithe cheetah torso twisting, pulling on the restraints, as his fur stood on end. The heat was building, growing, making him moan with lust, especially when he felt that tongue sliding around his tip, teasing him, licking at him, kissing at him... and those paws... tight, stroking from base to tip, caressing all 22 inches of horse flesh...

Carson's loud purrs made it to Lucifer's ears.

"I've got him right where I want him!" shi said, turning hir head to speak into a camera. The cheetah-taur's thick length pressed into hir cheek, throbbing between hir twin sets of breasts. "I'll have this horsy spurting before too long!"

Lucifer grit his teeth, trying not to let his hips buck as the svelte herm beneath him toyed with his erection. He shuddered when shi used hir paws to squeeze hir length against his, and was surprised when he realized how big shi was... the part-zebra feline was certainly blessed.

"Question three," the host said. "Name the director of the films My Neighbor Totoro, Spirited Away, and Princess Mononoke, among other titles."

Carson's lips wrapped around the flared, four-inch thick tip of Lucifer's shaft. The cheetah's eyes went wide as he tried to think through the pleasure.

"Ah! Was it... Hayao Miyazaki-eeee!"

Carson's satisfied purrs echoed up as shi made the taur stumble on his words. Nevertheless, the otter nodded. "Correct!"

More flashing lights, another dose of chemicals. The fourth one so far. Lucifer felt lightheaded, warm, aroused... he shuddered as his cock jerked, throbbing heavily. Carson's muzzle was so warm and tight... if only he could just... just...

No! The cheetah growled and focused his eyes, biting his lower lip, trying to resist the lioness, who popped hir muzzle free and reached down to squeeze his heavy testicles.

"Thought I had you there, big guy," shi said.

Hir fingers teased his length for a moment longer before shi scooted out from underneath him, licking hir lips and purring.

Lucifer tried to reply, but his jaw felt loose. In fact, his whole body felt heavy. Almost wet. Carson's paw slid down his flank as shi moved behind him. His hide stretched under hir fingers, shifting and moving far more than would be normal. The chemicals inside his bloodstream went to work, altering the cheetah draft-taur...

"Question four! In what city can you find the Arc de Triomphe?"

Lucifer shuddered as the lioness's paws groped at his flanks. His tail swished back and forth over hir breasts as shi signaled for a box to stand on.

"I was actually playing a game there earlier today," he said, trying to focus. "It's Paris, France!"

The host grinned. "That is correct! You must have just gotten off the plane to get here in time!"

Bells rang, music played, audience cheered. More chemicals, accelerating the process now. Carson grinned as hir paws sank into Lucifer's hindquarters - actually sank right into his body. Shi purred as shi pulled them free, finding them clean.

"I was wondering what that option on the Wheel was," shi said, grinning into the camera.

Lucifer felt an odd sensation as hir paws sank into his body. It felt like when he put his hands into a bowl of water in reverse. The lioness's zebra-inspired endowments slid along his hindquarters, thick and heavy. Lucifer's hooves pranced on the floor as shi felt him lining up; the pleasure distracted him from the fact that his body was gradually losing form. His chest would droop, melting almost like ice cream, before pulling back up straight into shape. The chemicals accelerated, stronger with so many doses now, making visible the transformation: the taur was turning into living goo.

Carson's thickness teased under the taur's tail as the host readied his next question. Lucifer couldn't believe how good he felt - his cock lurched up and down, slapping wetly along his taur underside. Several times it flopped upwards, flexing, and stuck to his belly. Strands of goo-like flesh kept the length attached for a few moments before the weight of the thing caused it to fall away, only to flex back up again.

Lucifer groaned thickly as he felt a subtle alteration in his mind. With a thought, his rear end shifted, rolling backwards like a gelatin, suckling the lioness's oversized zebra cock. The surprised Fluffer gasped, then moaned as shi humped forward, burying hirself fully into the taur. The gooey flesh pulsed around hir length, making hir cry out; Lucifer, meanwhile, found he could ripple his body around hir, only increasing the pleasure he felt. Ropes of sticky pre-cum splashed onto the stage floor between his forelegs as his front legs bulged and waved, growing thicker before thinning back out.

"Question five," the host announced. "Which president is on the $20 US bill?"

"Oooooh, so good!" Lucifer gasped. The cheetah blinked, shook his head, tried to focus. "Is it... Andrew Jackson? No, wait! Ah, hell, I'll go with it..."

"That is correct!"

Lucifer didn't hear the bell or the audience, or see the flashing lights. He could only feel the warm jet of chemicals invading his body, pushing his transformation onwards. His front legs didn't exactly buckle. They melted, drawing up into his upper body, leaving him pointed down at an angle from the lioness. Lucifer moaned, gasping, as hir hips slapped into his body, sending waves across his gooey figure. His skin melted, though retained its color, providing a strange and unusual sight for the audience.

Carson, for hir part, humped on gamely, taking encouragement from the cheetah draft-taur's turgid, flexing member. The chemicals were locking in his shape for now, preventing him from escaping the restraints or melting quite too much, but the moment he came, all bets were off. Carson groaned as shi flexed hir hips, giving the gooey male all shi had. No Fluffer had been bested by a contestant in quite some time and Carson was determined not to let Lucifer do so to hir.

Fortunately for the lioness, hir debut ended with a win. When hir heavy zebra-nuts smacked into Lucifer's backside one more time, the overstimulated taur lurched against the restraints. His cock flexed, thickening obscenely, growing larger and fatter. When one's body is re-shapeable, one tends to prioritize... Lucifer was quickly learning how to do so. His length speared forward, slightly out to the side, until his forelegs reformed quickly, lifting him back off the floor. The length pushed between his hooves before lifting up, letting out a blast of cum that splattered across the stage, spraying down several audience members in the first few rows. Tarps and ponchos were quickly raised as a few more swells followed; cameras captured all the action, recording the delighted faces of the audience members. Getting rained on was part of the fun, after all.

"It looks like Carson has managed to best our contestant!" the host said. "Let's give him a big hand for making it so far!"

The lioness's face took on a surprised look when Lucifer's body suddenly dropped right out of hir paws. A gooey, formless mass roiled on the stage floor, still reaching up to wrap around the lioness's length, milking it firmly. Now and then legs, arms, cock, or face came to the surface of the gooey mess, all the while writhing and wriggling, thickening up the lioness came, soaking up the herm's bountiful seed.

Carson shuddered as the sticky black and orange goo slipped away from hir length, leaving hir nuts fully drained. Cameras turned towards the host, who was wrapping things up for the commercial. As he spoke into the lens, he failed to notice the mass of goo rolling towards him.

"Once more, let's hear it for Lucifer! And the fantastic Fluffer, Carson Before!" he said. "We'll be right back after... huh?"

A grinning face emerged from the goo and winked at the camera - Lucifer's face. The cheetah's head dissolved back into the goo shape, which rolled right up and over the otter's legs, bending him over the podium, squeezing around and removing his clothing. Lucifer reformed a few moments later, taking shape in position on top of the squirming male beneath him. With the powerful stimulants in the chemicals still pushing his lust to extremes, Lucifer let out a growl as his goo-like body took its original shape further. His erection reformed already half-pressed inside the otter's tight little rump.

"We'll be right baaaaaaaaaack!"

* Commercial Break *

Round 2: Taiko

The host of the show tottered onto stage in fresh suit, none the worse for wear for his encounter with the lust-addled goo-transformed cheetah draft-taur before and during the commercial break. Carson managed to lure the goo-male into a back room, where they were currently creating several webisodes that would go up after the show aired. The lioness found Lucifer's new gooey body incredible fun.

The otter shook his head and smiled at the camera.

"Welcome back to A Matter of Inches!" he said. "The game show where it's not how you do it, but how long you can stand it!"

After waiting for the applause, the host scanned the crowd.

"Let's welcome our next contestant... Darl Simons!"

Spotlights quickly found the contestant in question, a lion just over six feet in height. He made his way down the stage with cameras following him, giving the audience in the studio and at home a look at his muscular body. The lion had tan fur over most of his figure, though much of it was hidden beneath his shirt and jeans. His well-manicured mane was pulled back around his head, framing his strong muzzle. The chocolate brown mane matched the color of the tuft of his tail, which weaved excitedly through the air as he climbed up onto the stage next to the otter.

"Welcome to the show, Darl!" the host said. "Where are you from?"

"Novus Ager, where I run a bakery with my fiancé," Darl said, a note of pride in his voice. "Very nice place, if a bit... confusing." The lion waved at the camera, smiling broadly. "Hi, Sam!"

The otter nodded. "Good to have you on the show, Darl. Now, if you'll direct your attention to the dais... it's time to choose your Fluffer!"

The lights around the three doorways at the top of the dais lit up. The curtains drew back, revealing three new silhouettes framed by bright white light, giving only hints as to the appearance of the people within. Darl studied each doorway in turn, tail flicking about behind him as he decided.

"Pink, purple, or blue," the host said. "Time to choose!"

"Hmmm... I've always been a man who enjoys his blue," Darl said.

The pink and purple lights shut off while the blue lights turned up more brightly. The curtains closed on the other two while the figure behind the blue curtain stepped forth. At first, the silhouette appeared to be of a large, powerful male, but what emerged at the top of the dais could only be described with "Ahhh! So Cute!"

"Clocking in at four-foot-ten and a whopping 130 pounds... please put your hands together for... Slate McKay!"

The white mouse standing at the top of the steps grinned cheekily. Huge ears overwhelmed his head, making his muzzle appear even smaller than it was. His chest and belly were a single chubby little mass, covered in a fine layer of soft white fur. Despite his short stature, a sheath several sizes too large for someone of his size hung between his thighs, thicker than his wrist and not even close to hard. A pair of nuts the size of tennis balls hung below, jostling loosely up and down as he walked down the steps and approached the lion.

"You ever been cuddled so hard you came?" the mouse asked, his voice a challenge. "You're about to find out if you can take it!"

Darl smirked and the audience tittered, but the lion's gaze returned the chubby, cute mouse's oversized maleness. That certainly wasn't anything to laugh about.

Slate moved towards the center of the stage, entertaining the audience by jostling his heavy maleness. His pink tail whipped back and forth behind him as he assumed several bodybuilder poses, earning some laughs and cheers as he showed off his pudgy, soft stomach.

Several otter stagehands appeared in their blue uniforms and guided Darl to the Square, where they strapped him in, arms out to the sides, legs spread. The injection device was clamped around his arm, then the otter signaled for quiet.

"And now, Darl, it's time for... the Wheel!"

The screen descended from the ceiling, displaying the various transformation options available.

The Wheel

1. Fire Breather

2. Best of Both Worlds

3. Happily Hyper

4. Corking a Gusher

5. Taur Train

6. Fit to be Tied

7. Barbell Blaster

8. Tall Tail Tale

The otter moved to the front of the stage, paw hesitating over the button.

"Darl, are you ready?"

The lion nodded.

"Slate?"

The mouse grinned and gave the otter a thumbs up.

"Here we go!"

The host hit the button and the options all appeared on the screen at once. After a few seconds, one option flickered and that section of the screen went blank. A few seconds later, another went off. One by one, the tension mounted, until only two remained. Both options flickered, threatening to go out, and, for a moment, both did... until one reappeared.

"Barbell Blaster!" the host announced.

The cryptic name elicited cheers from the audience. Slate cross the stage and stood in front of the lion, grinning up at the much taller male.

"Slate, you may begin after I finish asking the first question," the host said. "To get Darl started, we're giving him the first dose of our patented transformational chemicals right now!"

Darl's eyes closed for a moment as a blast of warmth rocketed through his arm, setting his veins on fire. The warm feeling spread quickly through his body, making him feel aroused very quickly. The lion reacted to the drugs nicely; within a few moments, his cock hung free from his sheath, beneath the chocolate brown treasure trail going down his belly.

"Question one," the host said. "Samuel Clemens is the real name of which American author?"

As soon as the last word left the host's lips, Slate's paws reached for Darl's hips. The lion shivered as a small pink nose pressed into the base of his erection, followed by a small tongue sliding up the length. Darl stared down at the mouse, watching those large ears twitch, as his cock grew hard as a rock under the rodent's tender ministrations. Darl panted, breathing hard, groaning with lust as his erection disappeared into the mouse's tiny, warm muzzle.

"Is... ummm... is it... Mark Twain?"

"Correct!"

The second dose of chemicals flooded into Darl's arm. The lion's tail twitched and his eyes closed again as more warmth filled him. The studio grew loud with music and bright with lights, which covered some of the feline's moans as the mouse's muzzle slid further over his erection. Such a small, tight mouth... Darl groaned again as he felt fingers squeezing at his testicles, gently pulling, playing with him. The tongue fluttered along the underside of his shaft as the mouse delivered a frankly fantastic blowjob.

"Question two," the otter said, ignoring Darl's constant groans. "Name the two elements that make up a molecule of water."

Darl's voice broke as he tried to answer. Slate had successfully managed to throat the feline's long shaft, working the dip into his throat to swallow rhythmically around it.

"Hydrooooourrk... gen! And oxygennn!"

"Correct!"

The third dose sent Darl reeling. His erection flexed inside the mouse's small muzzle. Slate was obviously an expert at this sort of thing. His cheeks hollowed as he pulled off, suckling the lion's length all the way, while his paws stroked the sheath and balls, keeping the lion occupied.

There were signs of a transformation now. Darl's chest rose and fell heavily as he panted, but gradually, the definition in his chest became more apparent. His biceps flexed slightly larger as he pulled on the chains, his thrusting forward, desperate to get his cock back into that hot, tight muzzle.

"The trick, for anyone who finds themselves in this situation," Slate said, turning to talk to the camera as a paw fondled the lion's nuts, "is to relax your throat on the way in and swallow on the way out. Works every time."

The mouse grinned at the camera before turning back to Darl's shaft. The big lion almost whimpered as the mouse's tiny tongue teased the tip. Slate's thin lips spread slightly as he pressed forward, taking the length in once more. Darl's eyes squeezed shut and his toes curled, scratching the wooden floor beneath with his toes.

"MMmmmmmfffffff," he growled, struggling mightily not to pop right then and there.

"Question three," the otter said from his podium on the other side of the stage. "In the game of chess, the king and what piece can move into pre-determined spaces as long as neither has yet moved during the game?"

Darl tried to focus on the words, but it was hard with such a heavenly muzzle wrapped around your dick. Slate's velvet tongue pressed along the base as he took the shaft fully, throating it once more, swallowing as he milked pre-cum out of the tip.

"Roooo... roooooo... roookuh!" Darl finally managed to gasp out the answer as Slate shoved forward, grinding his muzzle into the lion's dark-furred crotch. Darl's hips were pushed backwards, making him hang from the straps around his wrists. The chains went taut as the mouse's fingers teased the lion's thighs and balls.

"That is correct!"

The next dose accelerated the changes. The definition in Darl's pecs grew even more pronounced. His belly hardened; though he already had a six pack, the ridges became hard and defined, especially under the bright studio lights. Cameras focused on his arms and thighs, showing the growth of the muscle under his deep pelt. The view from behind was particularly good, as his glutes clenched and unclenched, showing off a hard, round bubble butt.

Slate's cheeks hollowed again as he suckled his way back off the feline's erection, bringing Darl quite close to the edge. It took all of his willpower not to spray his load across the cute mouse's muzzle right then and there. A few heavy bursts of pre were the rodent's reward instead.

"Heh... you're not gonna last long," the mouse declared, grabbing the camera and leaning in to it. "Not when I've got my muzzle on you!"

Darl looked down, eyes lidded over, panting, exhausted from the effort of resisting Slate's silken tongue. The mouse was aroused now; his oversized sheath supported a massive cock. Well, it appeared massive on the short white mouse, at least. The pink shaft was just over a foot long and quite thick, thicker than Darl's wrist. It was leaking a good amount of pre-cum, glistening under the camera lights.

"If my muzzle won't get you off, then this definitely will!"

The audience cheered as Slate moved behind Darl. Like the previous Fluffer had to do with the taur, the short mouse called for a box to stand on. While it was brought out, the host cleared his throat, ready to read the next question. Darl's pecs danced.

"Question five... which U.S. president was elected four times?"

Slate's white paws grasped at Darl's rump. The lion groaned as he felt his cheeks spread and a warm, slick length slip between them. The mouse hot-dogged the lion as he waited for the male to answer. The cameras got a few nice shots.

"Rosa... Rosa... oooooh! Roosevelt!" the lion cried out. "Roooosemmsogonnafuckyou!"

The otter's eyes blinked rapidly at that last bit, but he maintained his composure, even as he glanced at the wings to check his exit strategy.

"That is correct!"

The sixth dose drastically accelerated the lion's growing musculature. His deep pelt could no longer obscure the mass of hard muscle beneath. The mouse slapped his small paw against Darl's hard rump, grinning as he felt the male clench tight around his foot-long shaft.

Cameras panned over Darl's body from head to foot, showing on the monitors his current condition compared to what he started as. The lion's pecs were like shelves, hard and firm as they jutted out over his belly. The faint six-pack with which he'd begun was now a full-on eight pack. The ridges of muscle flexed under the fur as he breathed hard, growling and moaning in equal measure as the mouse toyed with his rump, threatening to shove that thick cock between his cheeks. Pre-cum pulsed over his tail base as Slate worked him into a frenzy with all the teasing.

Darl's thighs strained, fat with muscle now. The lion's body began to look stocky, almost short, but it was due to the way the muscle built up on him, widening his neck, stretching his chest into a barrel. His biceps strained gorgeously as he pulled on the chains holding him in place. When Slate unexpectedly thrust upwards, the lion's whole figure exploded with ridges of pure muscle beneath the stretched, taut pelt.

"FFFFffrrrraaaww!"

"Listen to him roar! He can't get enough!" the short mouse said, grinning as he humped upwards, burying all twelve inches into the muscular rear end. Short, cuddly, and oh-so-cute, but obviously with a sex drive incomparable to any other, Slate worked the lion over, grinding in deep, hilting him before the next question was due.

"Question six... in what country is the city of Toronto located?"

The questions were getting even easier now, even more simplistic, but answering it, for Darl, was the most challenging thing he'd ever had to do. The mouse's cock ground into his guts, working his prostate over like a boxer fighting a baby. The mouse thrust in hard, fast, both paws gripping deep into Darl's thick fur for support. The lion's hard body swelled with more and more muscle, taking him from toned to buff to Herculean. His cock began to grow as well as testosterone flooded his systems. Darl wasn't exactly small to start, but now... inches grew in rapidly, until the throbbing head, almost an angry red now, rose higher, past his belly and all the hard muscles there, past his sternum, until the flexing tip could just about bounce off of his thick nips, which poked through the tan fur on his chest.

"Cana... Cannnanananana... Canada!"

"Correct!"

Yet another blast of chemicals swept down the tube into Darl's veins. The feline clenched down around Slate's shaft, making the mouse grunt with surprise at the strength evident in the lion's body. Slate reached around and squeezed one of the big cat's testicles; it was big around as a softball now, still swelling visibly against the mouse's paw.

Slate grit his teeth and thrust harder, heavily, each time listening as the big male sighed, shuddered, groaned, and snarled. Thick pre-cum rolled from Darl's shaft, making a mess of his nuts and the floor below as the spurts increased in volume over time. The lion's arms fattened up, growing huge with muscle, as his neck disappeared into his hulking shoulders. The lion's height didn't change - he remained the same in that regard, at least, but the rest of him was barely recognizable anymore. His chest was massive, protruding outwards almost like breasts thanks to the size of his pecs. His eight-pack transitioned into a twelve-pack, a ridiculously muscular display. Veins throbbed beneath his pelt as his legs widened, stance opening up as much as the restraints would allow to accommodate his heavy, sagging balls, which pulled his cock down to point straight out. He appeared squat now, thanks to the girth of his legs; the lion's calves were now as thick as his thighs were when they started.

Slate smacked the lion's hard rump, spanking the big male, which only revved up the muscular feline's engine further.

"You know you want to let go, kitty... just let it go and show all these good people what you can do!"

Darl's ears folded flat as he listened to Slate. He did want to cum. He had to cum. He desperately needed it, and the mouse's small, teasing paw was working its way up and down his shaft so nicely, all while that big cock lurched and flexed inside of him, it all just added up to so much pleasure, so much pleasure, he couldn't think, he just had to...

"Question seven!"

The otter's voice cut through the haze and Darl focused, regaining just enough control to stem the tide, avoid the orgasm, continue playing the game. The crowd began to chant: "Cum! Cum! Cum!"

"Which yellow fruit is a well-known source of potassium?"

Darl's eyes closed tightly as he tried to ignore the thrusting shaft spreading his rump and the small paw teasing his erection. He dug deep, whole body flexing with the effort. The monitors displayed an updated reading, showing his previous weight of 247 pounds had ballooned to over 350, all of it pure, absolute muscle.

The lion's lips trembled. The word was barely audible, but the judges signaled it was there.

"Correct!" the host announced. "The microphones just barely picked it up, but Darl did answer with 'banana.' Here's your reward!"

Darl was in a world far away from the lights and music as the next dose hit him. He was subsumed with pleasure, within and without. His cock flexed, jerking heavily, so hard it smacked back against his chest each time, the head now a full six-inches across. His head sat atop a mountain of muscle, his shoulders broader and wider than before. Slate reached for the lion's cock and found it so long that, with a little of his own flexibility, he could lean around the lion's side and pull the shaft back, enough to get his lips pressed along the tip. Six inches was a bit large, even for a professional cock-gobbler like Slate, but he did his best as his hips continued slamming his own erection deep into the beast-like lion's rump.

It was enough. The first blast of potent lion seed surprised Slate, catching him off guard. It splattered over his face, soaking into his thin white fur, running down his neck and chest. The lion's rump clenched tight and didn't let go, milking the mouse's erection like a warm, wet vice. Another blast hit the mouse square in the muzzle before he let go, coughing, and wrapped his arms around Darl's hips.

The muscular lion's cock fell forward at a forty-five degree angle, shooting spurts of cum over the stage and far into the audience. Tarps and ponchos came to bear again as the audience screamed for more. The lion's body flexed, surging against the chains, but after a few previous contestants, the redesigned and specially reinforced links held true.

"Oh, look at that! The Fluffer conquers his foe!" the host said. "Quite a pitched battle!"

Slate squeaked loudly as he came, unable to hold back himself any longer. He joined the lion in orgasmic bliss, feeling the tense and throbbing muscles under the lion's pelt, rippling up and down his backside. The mouse groaned as he pulled free, his aching shaft squeezing out of the lion's clenching buttocks, spurting a few thick ropes over Darl's lower back and thighs.

Slate was wobbly as he got off the box and grinned up at the lion. Darl barely noticed as he continued to cum, cock still hard, thick, painting the tarps in the first few rows white.

"What a round! That's all for this episode of A Matter of Inches, but make sure you join us next time!" the otter said. Behind him, technicians released the cuffs from Darl's wrists and ankles. The lion dropped to a crouch, a beatific grin on his muzzle. His legs propelled him spectacularly, launching him across the stage.

"That's it from us. Have a good weekeeennnnnnndffffffrrrmmm!"

Darl crashed into the otter, pinning him to the ground. Claws tore the suit away from the squirming male's body. Powerful paws groped at the host, forcing him onto his belly, pulling his tail up. The audience cheered and screamed as the lion's hips speared downwards...

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