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The audience takes their seats in the marble amphitheater around the stone mouth of a large maze, an ever-changing maze of rocky caves, leafy jungles, and mountain passes, all managed by dozens of technicians at computer stations throughout the simulated environment. One lucky contender is plucked from the crowd and thrown inside, where they must overcome obstacles using their strength and wits.

Each contestant receives one dose of Danath Corp.'s Patented Transformational Chemicals (as seen on "Questionable Content" and "A Matter of Inches") at the outset and another dose after they complete each challenge. See the Transformation List below!

Besides molestations from the contestants who didn't make it through, competitors must be wary of other dangers, such as dangerous traps, sensory illusions, and the shifting nature of the labyrinth itself, which could lead unwary people around in circles. As "punishment" for failing to pass all three challenges, competitors complete a temporary tour of duty inside the labyrinth. Winners, on the other hand, get to choose a door, with each door leading to a different, unique room, where, after many days of delight, their transformations will revert.

So, wary audience member... do you dare enter the Labyrinth of Transformation?

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Round 1: Maloo - Maloo

"Welcome to the Labyrinth of Transformation!"

A slim white rabbit in a navy blue suit strode onto a large stage at the base of the amphitheater. Behind him, the locked gate to the labyrinth itself remained lowered. The host, holding a microphone in his paw, smiled as the cameras broadcast live.

"We're going to kick things off with our first contestant, so please welcome to the stage... Maloo!"

It wasn't hard to locate the cougar in the crowd, considering she literally stood head and shoulders above everyone else. The twelve-foot-tall feline let out a whoop as she lumbered down the stairs towards the stage and a visibly nervous bunny. A red t-shirt with the words "I Survived Questionable Content" printed in white letters stretched across her massive chest, though the words were mostly illegible, as the fabric was stretched so severely to accommodate her plus-sized assets. Her breasts jutted out far enough that the shirt barely made it to the bottoms of each swell, leaving her midriff bare. Or at least, what could be seen behind the bulge of a monstrous package swinging across her thighs. Tucked into a pair of jean shorts that strained around her thick legs, the package bounced up and down with every step the cougar took. It was half as tall as the host, whose ears barely made it past the cougar's hips.

"Welcome to the show, Maloo!" he said, trying to be professional about the oversized feline next to him. "Where are you from?"

"Somewhere where all this fur comes in handy!" the cougar replied, grinning.

"Either the top of a mountain or up north," the rabbit said. "It's great to have you on the show! Are you ready to play?"

The feline nodded and licked her lips. Besides the white patch around her muzzle, which spread down her neck and over the center of her chest and belly before narrowing in around her thighs, the cougar had a deep pelt of golden-brown fur. A pair of rounded ears sat on top of her head, twisting to and fro with excitement. Her large tail curled into a question mark in the air behind her plump hips.

"Very well... take your place by the door, and we'll see what the Labyrinth has in store for you first!"

The rabbit walked to the side of the stage and rested his palm on top of a large red button on top of a clear plastic podium. Maloo waited in front of the lowered gate, eyes raised to the jumbo screen hanging above, where the various options available on the Wheel scrolled around and around.

"Maloo, your first spin is... Triple Triple!"

The crowd cheered wildly as the grate lifted. The massive cougar licked her lips, flicked her tail, and bent down to squeeze into the entrance. The rough stone walls were just wide enough to let her pass without having to shuffle along sideways. About half a dozen feet in, blasts of pink mist shot out of invisible perforations in the rocks, enveloping the feline in an aerosol version of the transformational chemicals.

Maloo grunted as the familiar sensations grew inside her: the warmth spreading from her chest to her extremities, the faint lightheadedness, and the surge of pleasure deep into the root of her oversized sheath. Each time her chest bumped against the walls as she kept moving, she had to let out a little slip of a moan. Oversensitivity was a common side-effect.

There was more to moan about than incidental contact with the walls, however. The cougar's muscular figure flexed as she stopped and leaned back, gasping with pleasure. Her long fingers stroked through the fur under her breasts, pushing deep into the pelt, to the skin beneath. Something bulged up against her palms. The cougar shivered as points of pleasure grew into hot, thick nubs.

Within minutes, Maloo's head was swimming. Her paws groped at her oversized chest, cupping each breast, thumbing her nipples through the thin t-shirt, then roamed lower, underneath, across her belly. Each orb was pushed to the side as a third breast grew in between them. Underneath, two rows of three rapidly swelling breasts quickly fleshed out, pushing against Maloo's paws.

Her moans echoed down the corridor as the three-by-three grid of buxom breasts bounced with each movement. The middle set, squeezed in between the upper and lower, was about three-fourths the size of her original pair (though now they were a trio). The lowest trio was half the size of the originals. Each was capped with a large nub, smooth and sensitive to the touch.

The cougar's package swelled, straining outwards against the jean shorts desperately clinging together around her hips. Her tail snaked between her legs, rubbing underneath her oversized testicles, each of which was at least three feet across, as her sheath grew fat and full.

Fortunately, the cougar was muscular. She had to be, to carry so much extra weight around on her upper half. The t-shirt was just ready to tear as it struggled to contain the upper three mounds; all three nips pushed outwards, catching the hem of the shirt, so that they were pulled slightly upwards. Despite the pleasure she felt, Maloo knew she had to continue on, however, so with both paws busily working across her new and improved body, she took several shaky steps deeper into the Labyrinth.

Her low growls of pleasure echoed on ahead of her as she took slow, steady steps, checking for hidden dangers. At her size, dodging anything was pretty much out of the question. The ceiling, fortunately, was twelve feet high, so she only had to lean down a bit to keep going.

There were no branching pathways, just a series of left and right turns. Cameras filmed her from every angle, playing back in slow motion on the jumbo screen some of the more memorable jiggles caused by her slow pace and the cramped confines of the hallway. After one particularly tight squeeze of a corner, the cougar realized she was facing her first challenge.

The hallway opened up into a grotto. Cave walls extended high up the sides of the natural pool, which was filled with clear water... and half-naked foxes. At least half a dozen slim, smooth red fox males relaxed in the water, splashed under the waterfall at the far end of the pool, or circled around the obvious leader of this small tribe, an eight-foot-tall brown bear with a serious disposition towards leather.

Maloo stared at the scene, taking it all in. The bear was on his back on the side of the pool, one foot dangling in the clear water, while several foxes massaged his thighs and chest. His erect cock lay across the swell of his muscular belly, at least a foot and a half long and thicker than most of the fox's wrists. Another fox knelt by the bear's head, feeding him grapes. Giggles and laughter echoed throughout the sheltered grotto, which was protected from the sun by a broad canopy of trees overhead.

One of the foxes noticed Maloo, who took a step out of the hallway and onto the cave floor of the grotto itself. He bounded towards the bear and leaned across the larger male's chest. After a few whispered words, the brown bear sat up, a smile on his face. A black leather harness stretched taut across his chest in the shape of an "X"; a specially-designed leather cup wrapped around the underside of his healthy nuts, holding them in place.

"Oh ho!" the big bear bellowed, quickly getting to his feet. Three foxes clung to him, each no more than five feet tall. As he walked, they followed, ready to wait on his every whim. "Well, we haven't had a guest here in quite some time!"

Maloo stared at the bear as he approached. He was completely fearless. Several of the foxes in the pool swam up to the edge of the grotto and hung on, watching. A few fell to more... adventurous... activities as they waited to see what would happen.

"You're quite the big one, I see," the bear said. "Could be quite a challenge for my boyos here. Whaddya think, lads? Could you take this cougar on?"

There was a chorus of happy yesses and cheers. Maloo blinked as the leather-clad bear slapped a paw across her rump, then growled at him.

"What's the idea?" she asked. "No touching without permission!"

Many of the foxes tittered. The bear's paw rested on the cougar's hip; he didn't even flinch at her snap.

"Not here, luv," he said. "You've got to play by my rules in here."

His paw squeezed the cougar's large rump once more before he walked back to the pool and slumped into a low chair. As he leaned back, his cock flopped over, right into the waiting muzzle of a kneeling fox. Another fox stepped up with a large palm leaf to fan the ursine, while others brought various drinks and food on trays.

Maloo snorted. This hedonistic scene was simply slowing her down. She felt paws around her heavy sheath and looked down past the swells of her chest to see a slim fox grinning up at her, unabashedly pressing his entire body into the cougar's oversized package. She swatted at him with her paw, but he ducked and kept on squeezing.

"All you have to do to pass, my dear," the bear said, before pausing to sip on a honey liqueur, "is swim across my pool here."

A few of the foxes still in the water moved to the sides, giving Maloo plenty of room for when she decided to get in the water.

"What's the catch?" the cougar asked. "There's always a catch." Her tail swung around, wrapped around the hips of the fox clutching at her sheath, and pulled him, protesting, away.

"No catch," the bear said between sips of his drink. "I won't try to stop you. In fact, I can guarantee I won't leave this chair until you make it or fail." His thick, black-skinned erection, currently buried deep in the throat of a choking fox kneeling in front of him, throbbed several times. When the fox pulled off a moment later, streams of white seed shot across the slim male's chest and face.

Maloo knew that was likely misdirection, at best, but she had no choice. The walls of the grotto narrowed in around the pool. There was enough room to walk for a normal-sized person, but for someone as large as her, it was the water or nothing.

So be it. Maloo used her tail to clear the fox still trying to get at her package off to the side, then walked forward. The pool was about eight feet deep at this end, but looked a bit more shallow at the far side. She could see the exit - the familiar dark stone hallway through which she'd pass to her next challenge.

The water level in the pool rose significantly as she lowered herself in. She didn't bother removing her shirt and shorts first. The feline smiled - the water was warm and fresh as it soaked into her pelt from the middle trio of breasts down. A few foxes paddled up to her, each goggle-eyed at her size. It was about eighty feet from one end to the other; Maloo started walking.

Or at least, she tried to. More foxes swam up to her, grasping at her, latching their small paws into her deep pelt and pulling themselves close. One climbed onto her left shoulder and reached down, pulling up her shirt, as a few others got in front and began playing with her stiff nipples. A few brave vulpines dove beneath the water to tug open her shorts and free the oversized sheath throbbing inside. With the transformational chemicals still amping up her libido, it didn't take more than a few steps for the cougar to grow aroused. She used her arms and tail as much as she could to clear them away, but it was as though they were multiplying.

Slim foxes jumped into the pool and swam closer, more and more of them, while the bear lounging in his chair lazily face-fucked one of the few who didn't rush the giant feline. He laughed loudly, snorting liqueur from his nostrils, as the cougar's angry growls were interrupted by pleasured moans. There was safety in numbers for the foxes; each time Maloo pushed some away, it seemed two more took their place. She waded forward, taking large steps, but there were just too many paws and muzzles stroking, licking, teasing, and nibbling on her.

A massive erection rose from the water. Maloo shuddered as it broke the surface, with a previously submerged fox straddling it halfway up. His legs squeezed tight around it as he leaned forward to lick around the head. The erection was thicker around the middle than he was, but that didn't seem to deter him. More foxes climbed on, each one twinkier than the last. Several were groping at her breasts, humping her doubled cleavage thanks to the three rows of three breasts each. With nine nipples being teased and nipped, the cougar was having a hard time thinking straight - or moving ahead.

There was a splash behind her, and a few moments later the brown bear floated by on a lounge chair. The fox guzzling his thick maleness was draped across his chest, head down towards the water, cheeks bulging. The bear laughed and sipped his drink as he floated past, propelled by two swimming vulpines.

Maloo tried to keep moving, but it was getting more and more difficult. Her tail was sopping wet, which made it heavy, and she was getting tired...

Outside of the Labyrinth, on the main screen, Maloo's stats ran along the bottom: END 3 -- STR 5 -- SPD 1 -- INT 3. One stat - END - lit up in green, before darkening to a deep red. The crowd gasped.

Two more statistics lit up - STR and INT - but also quickly faded to red. A large "X" appeared in the lower left corner, signifying the cougar was set to fail her initial challenge.

Back in the Labyrinth, Maloo struggled to get one foot forward. She was about halfway across the pond and making good time despite the horde of twinkfoxes clutching at her, stroking her massive erection, even climbing onto her breasts to lick and nuzzle at her face. She panted hard, trying to push them away, tossing them five, ten feet into the pool, where they would laugh as they emerged from the water and swim right back.

"I've trained my boys well!" the bear said, from around fifteen feet ahead of the cougar. "They can hold their breaths for a while. See?"

The wriggling fox draped over the bear's thick gut squirmed even more as large brown fingers shoved him down, until his nose dimpled the heavy testicles strapped up beneath. There was a grunt as white seed poured out of the slim male's nostrils. The bear didn't seem overly concerned as the fox squirmed and wiggled and clutched at the bigger male's thighs.

Maloo grunted. She was so hard... so full of lust... these slim males were everywhere on her, each groping at her nipples or fondling her balls under the water. They were strong, too, though since everything in the maze was computer-generated, it made sense that she'd come up against an unstoppable force, despite the mountains of muscle piled onto her oversized body.

The cougar let out a squawk as foxboys twined around her legs under the water, tripping her. She rolled onto her backside and floated, arms paddling as best they could with several males on each. Warm, furry bodies piled on, so that four or five were rubbing their entire figures against her erection. There were two muzzles for each of her nine hard, fat nipples. The cougar was done for.

She moaned and reached for the foxes, but this time to push them tighter against her body. She made waves as she thrust her hips into the air and groaned aloud. The bear chuckled and drifted closer with the fox still impaled on his eighteen-inch shaft, looking none the worse for wear despite the bulging throat and plump stomach.

"Okay, lads, you know what to do!"

Foxes giggles and groped, laughing merrily as they dragged Maloo through the water towards the far edge. The natural pool curled off to one side, like a small inlet, which is where they maneuvered the oversized feline. Almost two dozen smooth foxboys ground against, thrust against, the feline, using their paws and bodies and muzzles to stimulate her. She moaned and shuddered, but let out a cry as the first of the foxes came. His jizz splattered across the feline's chest and soaked into her fur. Then another, and another, each one stroking a load (or his neighbor's) onto the cougar's massive melons. For such little guys, they could produce quite a lot, and soon the feline was soaking in warm fox seed. She didn't really mind, though, as a full half-dozen males were pleasuring her oversized cock, which jutted almost five feet from her hips.

With a final warning growl, Maloo could hold back no longer. Her twitching erection pulsed, shooting great draping loads of white cum into the air. Most of it splattered across her chest, adding to the mess. The bear's happy laughter echoed over the top of all the noise: Maloo's passionate moans, the foxboys' yips and laughs, and the waves of water hitting the sides.

"Good job, boys!" the bear said, floating across the entrance to the inlet. "Now get your tasty little buns over here!"

Whooping and hollering, the foxboys leapt back into the pool, leaving Maloo suddenly alone with a still-spraying cock dumping gallons of cum across her half-submerged body. She shuddered, bit her lower lip, and rode it out, using her paws to keep the spurts coming.

Was that it? She'd gotten through, though she wasn't sure she'd won. But there was something else...

The huge cougar rolled over in the water and stood on shaky legs. Her cock floated ahead of her, half-hard, still leaking. She rubbed her paws over her chest and found them... clean. Wet, but clean. But that wasn't possible, not with how much cum the horde of foxes had let her have. Unless...

The cougar's eyes went wide. Her paws moved from the outer upper melons down to the lower, then to the middle, checking. They were definitely bigger. It wasn't so bad in the water, but she was sure when she was on land she'd be able to tell for sure. Clambering out of the pool, water coursed from her pelt as she took a few steps, gauging her chest all the while. Definitely bigger. Bouncier. They were nearly cartoon-like in form, and she could no longer see past them without leaning over quite a ways. The lower and middle trios had grown the most, so that now they were nearly as big as her upper set, and taken together, completely blocked the view of her belly. The lower set rested on top of her half-hard shaft, which draped down over the swells of her massive testicles.

There was nothing for it but to keep moving, however, and Maloo strode towards the hallway, trying to remain confident. Hidden air vents quickly dried her fur as she squeezed down the hallway, only to be surrounded by another cloud of pink mist.

Outside, the crowd was cheering as the transformation Maloo would randomly receive appeared on screen: Biggification. Already at 12 feet tall and several hundred pounds, with breasts and a cock that, put together, had more mass than the rest of her, the chance to see the cougar get even more massive was getting people riled up.

Maloo grunted. The second dose amplified the feeling of the first, increasing the pleasurable feelings running up and down her spine. Her half-hard length twitched, jerked, and grew. Maloo pressed both paws to the sides, steadying herself against the walls, as the huge tip stretched closer and closer to the smooth stone floor, until the broad glans went flat against it. Her testicles, already hanging well past her knees, covered her feet as they too flattened out along the ground. The cougar let out a few choice epithets as her aching nipples fattened up further, bloating several inches out and around, matching the growth in her nine distinct, heavy breasts.

Her long, fluffy tail smacked back and forth into the walls behind her as it, too, grew larger. Her muscular shoulders flexed, causing the muscles under her golden pelt to ripple. Her arms and legs thickened, better able to accommodate her increasing size, though to the cougar, it felt as though the walls of the hallway were closing in around her. She was forced to lean over as the top of her head bumped into the ceiling. Cameras were obscured by fur as her huge body filled the hallway entirely from side to side, forcing her to scrunch to the side to keep moving.

Shuffling along a foot at a time, the going was slow for the cougar now. She had to pull her cock up and hold it against her breasts, so that the head draped over her left shoulder. Her nipples scraped along the smooth stones, making her moan with lust every time she moved. Fortunately, the computer-generated maze adjusted, and after a bit expanded in size to make movement easier. She was able to straighten up, but she had to keep a grip on her cock or it would drag along the floor. Her tail prevented her from getting too top heavy as all nine engorged teats bobbed and jiggled in air.

The second challenge was upon her quickly when she rounded the first corner. Apparently the maze was making movement easier, for which she was thankful. Her throbbing, warm maleness drizzled a steady stream of pre-cum down her left shoulder as the frayed bits of fabric still remaining stretched and tore, leaving her essentially nude. Jean shorts and t-shirts could only take so much growth, and the now sixteen-foot-tall cougar was certainly testing the limits of what was possible to wear.

The hallway opened up into a large oval room. The walls were made of ornately carved tan bricks, faded with age. The cougar took a step forward, then paused. Something didn't seem quite right. The walls were almost like a lattice, with hundreds of small holes - the perfect size for something to shoot out of. That, and there was nothing else in the twelve by twenty-five foot room. The exit was clear, straight ahead, but the massive cougar wasn't sure she could trust those carvings.

There was nothing for it, though. The only way was forward. If she retreated, the maze would just dump her out here again, and maneuvering down narrow hallways with a raging, eight-foot erection, like the one currently throbbing in her arms, was out of the question. She groaned as she felt warm pre-cum roll down her shaft, over her fingers, soaking down several of her nine heavy, fat breasts.

Cautiously, the cougar took a step forward, every sense alert for the slightest hint of danger. Her ears twisted as a blast of compressed air shot a dart from the wall on her left. It glowed bright pink, making it easy to see. She leaned back and gasped as it whizzed by her nipples, barely missing. It shot straight across the room, into a matching hole on the other side.

There was only one thing those pink chemicals could be. The cougar tried to duck as she heard another blast of air, but this one shot out a few feet ahead of her. She shuffled forward, not able to move quickly at all. More darts flew back and forth across the air at random heights, threatening to hit the oversized cougar at any moment.

Maloo was nearly halfway across without being struck. She was almost feeling confident she'd make it all the way... until she felt a sting in her right rump cheek. Outside the Labyrinth, on the big screen, a second red "X" appeared. The Wheel began to spin and the crowd let out a few cheers, gasps, and other noises as the transformation Maloo would soon experience lit up: Testicle Growth.

Inside the maze, Maloo's throbbing cock jerked in her arms, threatening to lay out flat along the ground in front of her. The cougar's muscular arms bulged as she struggled to control the massive length. Her heavy testicles, already draped across her feet, swelled in size, audibly sloshing as they filled out bigger and bigger. The cougar's knees pressed into them as she let out a groan of lust. She had to keep moving. She had to reach the end. She had to... had to...

A whoosh of air. Another sharp sting. Another transformation listed on the big board outside: Tails Alive.

Maloo's swollen, white-furred nuts dragged along the floor as she took a step forward, ignoring the dart sticking into her left arm. Lust and pleasure surged in her body as she tried to keep going, desperate to pass, though knowing, deep down, she was probably already finished. Her balls kept growing, bigger and bigger, until they spread along the ground for four feet from either side of her legs. They were heavy, massive, and fueled her eight-foot cock, sending gallons of pre-cum up her shaft to spill across the stone floor ahead of her.

Her tail whipped around. Maloo gasped as coiled over her chest. She tried to pull it back, but... it was acting independently. She couldn't control the long, fluffy thing. All twenty feet of cougar tail flexed as it wrapped around several of her breasts, coiling amongst them, rubbing firmly against her already puffy, aching nipples.

"Mmmmfffff!"

The cougar leaned forward, both paws reaching down to her massive cock. She gripped her sac, holding it in both large paws, trying to pull, to get it moving. She was able to, inch by inch, but those huge nuts were so massive... her cock so hard...

There was another woosh of air. Maloo didn't both dodging. How could she?

The third dose in such close succession pushed Maloo into an immediate, spontaneous orgasm. The cougar roared and leaned back, paws going to her breasts, fighting for space with her wriggling, squirming tail. A second tail found it's way down to her huge sac; it grew out of the base of her first tail, splitting off into another independent entity. As the cougar's eight-foot-length sprayed many dozens of thick, pungent cougar-seed across the floor, walls, and ceiling, her second tail massaged her oversized sac.

Outside, on the screen, the word "Sheathus" appeared.

Maloo kept her eyes closed as she felt more growth. Her cock twitched, trembled, jerked madly, bouncing up and down, heavily smacking against the floor before lifting off, pointing slightly upwards, before its massive weight dragged it back down. The cougar's sheath stretched around her base, growing outwards. The strip of fur and skin that attached the sheath to her lower belly thickened considerably. It spread upwards, past her bellybutton, growing right up under the middle breast of the lower let. The sheath spread forwards, apparently trying to swallow up her cock. It thickened considerably, the fur growing much longer and softer. Maloo shuddered with shocked pleasure as her fingers dug into the flesh and fur.

Outside the Labyrinth, cameras showed every twitch of the feline's body on the big screen. Nobody had seen anyone take so many doses so quickly, with such varied transformations. Two massive tails, each over twenty feet long, molested the cougar's body as though they were tentacles. Her enormous sac spilled across the ground, well over a hundred pounds of solid ball-weight. The feline's muscular legs trembled as she supported the oversized sheath from which her eight-foot shaft speared forth. The fleshy container grew even larger, adding several more feet to her already ridiculously large shaft. By the time the growth stopped, her cock was as long as she was tall: sixteen feet of throbbing cockflesh that was as thick around as a small car. Waves of cum gushed from the head, flooding the room.

Red warning lights flashed on the stage. The host appeared, microphone in hand, as the crowd watched the hyper-sized cougar moaning, groaning, and thrusting, as her incredible sheath clung to her equally massive cock. Her balls, as big as a minivan, shook and jiggled. Her tails grasped at her nine heavy breasts, squeezing and manipulating the oversized orbs.

"Unfortunately, Maloo has grown too large to continue!" the host said. "Not that getting too big is a bad thing... there's just more of her to love!"

The cougar growled and twitched as the walls around her faded to white. The entrance to the Labyrinth opened, revealing that the cougar was merely a dozen feet inside of the doorway. The simulated world could trick the mind into thinking a person had travelled much further than that. The host, back to the entrance, smiled at the audience.

"Not sure if she'll be able to hear us, but let's give the cougar a big hand!" he said, clapping. "Definitely one for the record books!"

The rabbit kept speaking, explaining how Maloo would be set up in a special room somewhere in the Labyrinth to serve her tour of duty, having failed to pass the challenges. He didn't notice that one of the cougar's tails snaked through the doorway, swiftly travelling across the stage floor, until it coiled around his ankles.

"...and there she'll remain until some other lucky contestant finds hoooofff!"

The rabbit cried out with dismay as the powerful tail pulled his legs out from under him and hiked him up into the air. He swung back and forth for a moment before the tail curled in, wrapping him up like a cocoon, muffling his voice as it dragged him back through the grate.

"Weeeee'llll beeeee riiiighhtt baaaackmmmffff!"

The grate slammed shut behind the tail as the cougar's growls of lust echoed across the stage, leaving the audience with one last look at the rabbit being pulled into the massive cougar's embrace. The stage lights faded and the director waved his arms at the control room.

"Commercial! Go to commercial!"

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Round 2: Nathan400 - nathan400

The crowd was growing anxious by the time the lights came back up. The host walked onto the stage on unsteady legs. He wore a new black suit that stretched around his front - his stomach was quite obviously full. Very, very full.

"Welcome -hic- back to the show!" he said. "What a competitor that -hic- Maloo was, right? We'll be getting right into it with our next contestant... Nathan!"

The cameras found their target quickly: a brightly colored fox a few inches short of six feet tall. His pelt was colorful, with dappled patterns of reds, browns, and oranges, mixed in with the white fur of his chest and belly. In the right lighting, his fur almost looked like it was burning. A simple light sapphire blue vest hung over his shoulders, open at the front to reveal more of the pelt beneath, and a pair of cobalt blue shorts hung from his hips. He grinned as he ran down the steps towards the stage, eager to play the game.

"Welcome to the show, Nathan!" the host said, relieved that this contestant wasn't already of the size the previous had been. "Where are you from?"

The fox confidently tugged his vest up on his shoulders, straightening it, and smoothed the fur on top of his head, between his large ears.

"I'm from California," he said, flashing another grin at the cameras. His tail wagged behind him.

"Great to have you on the show," the rabbit said. "If you'll take your place by the door..."

Nathan stood in front of the closed grate, tail still swishing back and forth behind him. The rabbit stepped up to the button on the podium on the side of the stage as the screen above scrolled through all the possibilities.

"Okay, Nathan... your journey through the Labyrinth begins... now!"

On the large screen hanging over the stage, the word "Chocolateer" flashed several times. Nathan glanced at it, wide-eyed, as the grate opened, revealing the inside of the Labyrinth. The fox glanced over his shoulder at the audience before ducking inside.

The doorway slammed closed behind him, locking him in. Blasts of pink mist flooded the hallway, surrounding him. Nathan stopped moving, one paw on the wall, as a warm feeling spread from his chest to his belly, then to his arms and legs. He grunted as his shorts tented a bit.

He was about to take a step forward, but his fingers felt strange as they pressed into the stone wall. He held his paw up to his face and stared in shock. The tips of his fingers, while retaining their original colors, were completely smooth. And the smoothness was spreading - fast. His fur shrank, pulling into his skin, leaving it bare. Holding his fingers to his muzzle, he licked them experimentally. He tasted of chocolate. He tasted... good.

The fox shivered as his shorts tented up further. The chemicals enhanced his arousal, making him gasp. Nathan licked down his forearm, pleasantly surprised at the taste of his own skin. Where his fur had been brown, there was now rich milk chocolate. Where there'd been red, he had fruity chocolate instead, tinted the same color as his fur. He could taste cherries and raspberries and probably more. His white fur became white chocolate, and so on. The fox's tail wagged rapidly as the change spread over him quickly, until his entire body was no longer skin and bone, but sugar and cocoa.

He didn't mean to take a bite. He was just really enjoying himself and forgot what was going on. He yipped as he realized he'd just taken a chunk of chocolate out of his forearm, but smiled beatifically as he realized it hadn't hurt. In fact, it had felt kind of... good. Chocolate was meant to be eaten, after all, and the part he'd taken a chomp from was already filling back in, no worse for wear.

This could be fun, he thought.

The floor felt good under his feet. Nice and cool, keeping him from getting melty. Could he melt? He wasn't sure. Sunbathing was probably out. The thought made him giggle.

The maze twisted and turned. He walked slowly, checking the placement of his feet. Traps could come anywhere, at any time, and he was determined to make it through. Every now and then he'd take a nibble of his paw or arm, enjoying the taste of his own chocolatey figure. His tented shorts led the way as he moved through the hallways, taking corridors at random, until he realized he'd found his first challenge.

Standing in the center of the hall ahead of him was a muscular seven-foot-tall wolf with deep black fur, a muzzle full of sharp white teeth, and a large pair of firm breasts. A large tuft of black fur hid her sex from view, but Nathan could smell her heat from where he was standing.

There was a growl. Nathan froze, staring at the muscular female. She opened her muzzle partway, showing off her dentures.

"Fresh meat!"

The fox's eyes went wide as he watched the wolf drop to her haunches, knees bent, before springing towards him, as though in slow motion. He had to act fast...

Outside the Labyrinth, Nathan's STR statistic lit up in green on the overhead screen - and stayed that way.

The fox's paws snapped up as he dropped down. The wolf let out a grunt as he grabbed her left arm and swung her down, causing her to crash into a heap on the floor. She tried to get back up, but the fox jumped on her lower back, pinning her down. She was strong, but he was stronger - even with a chocolate body. Holding one arm behind her back, he leaned over, pushing down on her shoulders with his other paw. She bucked, trying to throw him off. He hit the wall heavily, but held on.

Her hips lifted into the air, pushing into Nathan's crotch. The fox groaned as his arousal slid against her through his clothes. The wolfess stiffened, growls freezing in her throat as she felt his erection. Taking advantage of his distraction, she tried once more to throw Nathan from her backside, but the chocolate fox clung tight to her long, thick pelt.

He was getting tired, though. How long could he hold on? What was the actual challenge? The scent of her heat flooded his nostrils, making his head swim. She was even more aroused than he was. Maybe that was the key...

In the Labyrinth of Transformation, it was fuck or get fucked. The fox pulled down his shorts, letting his erection spring up. The seven-inch shaft jerked, hard and aching. It was nice and thick, with the beginnings of a knot at the base, still inside his smooth white-chocolate sheath.

The wolfess froze when she felt Nathan's erection slide between her rump cheeks. Her howl echoed down the hallways as he thrust inside, taking her roughly. She kept struggling, growling and gasping, promising she'd go easy on him if he let her up. From the moans and whines of pleasure, he knew she was enjoying it, even though her mission wasn't getting pounded, but to pound him into submission. Femdom wasn't on the menu, though, and Nathan let out a gasp as his erection sunk deep into the wolfess's warm, tight sex.

She pushed back against him, gasping along with him. His cock was smooth and slick, melting in her intense heat. He reached around her side, releasing her arm, and squeezed at one of her breasts. She bucked again, still trying to throw him, to take control, but he resisted, and bit down on the back of her neck.

She howled again, body flexing, as he claimed her. Her struggles dwindled as his hips lurched forward, sinking inside of her again and again. She pressed her muzzle to the floor, tongue out, panting hard, hips pushing back into his rhythmic thrusts. He enjoyed the feel of her body, stroking along her powerful backside, squeezing at her heavy breasts, feeling the power in her abdomen. Her moans echoed into his ears as he thrust harder, groaning with pleasure as his knot filled out.

Nathan pulled back, leaning away. The wolfess turned onto her side, leg lifting over the fox's shoulder. He reached for her, groaning, eyes closing, as he sunk inside again. Her warm pussy clenched at his chocolate cock, milking it; her paws pulled on his arm. She appeared confused, for a moment, as though finally realizing he wasn't exactly "fresh meat" as she'd first supposed. Nathan's cock jerked when her tongue slid over his arm, tasting him. He pumped his hips roughly, gasping. Noticing his reaction, the wolfess growled under her breath, eyes narrowing. Her tongue returned, sliding from Nathan's wrist to his elbow, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. He humped hard, gasping for breath, and the wolfess groaned, a satisfying moan of pure lust.

"Har... harder!" she cried, fully submitting the male now, accepting her defeat, quick as it had been. "Harder!"

Nathan pushed on her shoulders, putting her flat on her back. Warm, powerful thighs squeezed the chocolate fox's hips. Her arms pulled him down to her and their muzzles met. The wolfess's eyes went wide, not just from the taste, but because the fox's knot was pushing inside of her aching, clenching pussy.

Their tongues swirled together. Sweet melted chocolate dripped into the wolfess's throat. Her claws raked down Nathan's backside as he pleasured her, driving himself deep, grinding his knot against her entrance. When he finally broke through, tying her, she let out another howl, breaking the kiss to toss her head back. Her lips were smeared in red, white, and orange chocolate.

Instinct took over for Nathan at that point. His knot surged in size, doubling to around five inches thick. The wolfess clutched at him, crying out in pleasure as he tormented her G-spot again and again, using his unique knot to full effect. Her claws grasped at his chocolate flesh, piercing him, but his body repaired itself quickly. Nathan left smears of chocolate in her fur as he approached his orgasm. The wolf, sensing this, grabbed his rump and pulled, forcing him as deep as he could go with his knot locking them together.

They came in unison. Nathan's fingers dug into the wolf's breasts, squeezing roughly. Her claws made furrows down his sides. Thick white fox seed flooded the moaning female's body and stayed there thanks to the vulpine knot. They clutched at each other, moaning, gasping, still laying in the middle of the narrow hallway as the cameras showed them from every angle.

"Again!" the wolf moaned. Her fingers dug into Nathan's shoulders. "Again!"

The fox gasped, feeling her squeeze around his sensitive knot. His head tipped back and he bit his lower lip, struggling to keep his elbows straight. Her hips undulated, milking him, drawing out all of his seed, even as he resumed thrusting, finding a second go easy enough thanks to the stimulating chemicals with which he'd been sprayed earlier.

The second time didn't last quite as long, but he made her cum twice. The third time, she'd developed a taste for him, and took bites from his arms and shoulders as he pounded her. The fourth time, he flipped her onto her belly and mounted her from behind, rough and hard, until she was whimpering with pleasure. Each time his knot deflated, he'd pull free. A bit of thrusting later, and he'd lock in again. The wolfess moaned and begged, desperate for more, but after the fifth, Nathan was finished.

Thick, milky seed drizzled from the well-abused wolf pussy. They kissed once more and Nathan shivered as she nibbled on his lower lip. She was nice now, no longer trying to be the dominant one, as they embraced. It was a quick ordeal, lasting no more than an hour, but intense enough to leave the fox feeling weak in the knees.

"So much for fresh meat," she said, standing and helping Nathan to his feet.

The chocolate fox grinned. "Glad to be of service."

The wolfess leaned against the wall, fingers disappearing between her thighs. She shooed him away, a smile on her face, chocolate on her lips. Nathan took the hint and smiled as he sauntered off. He'd enjoyed that challenge, but he wondered what would have happened had he not been able to overpower the wolf. Strangely, the thought didn't exactly make his cock soft.

He'd no more than rounded the first corner when he was hit in the face with a blast of pink mist. Almost immediately he felt his chocolate skin stretch. With each breath, each lungful of the potent chemicals, he could feel a tightness on the outside and a warmth on the inside. His well-used shaft, which had drawn back into his sheath, popped out with newfound energy as the multi-colored fox's figure altered.

On the screen outside the Labyrinth, the result of his transformation - Big Daddy - appeared in white lettering. One of his stats - STR - flashed green, signifying it had gained a point as a result of the coming transformation.

It wasn't quite muscle that bulged along the fox's body, but it was as close as his chocolate figure could produce. His arms thickened rapidly - triceps, biceps, all of it. His thighs squeezed together and his shoulders broadened. Curiously, he didn't gain any height. Everything he was getting was pure muscle. His belly, formerly trim and slim, pushed outwards into a round muscle gut. He licked his lips, growling deep in his throat. The fox could feel his cock surging, throbbing, fully erect once more thanks to the aphrodisiacs in the chemicals. His testicles dropped low, hanging over his thighs.

Strands of white chocolate twisted and curled under his chin, looking for all the world like hair, forming a bushy beard. Nathan's looks matured in minutes, aging him somewhat. He was big, beefy, with rippling muscle under his smooth chocolate skin. He curled an arm, smiling as he watched the huge ball of muscle form. One paw stroked his erection, feeling it thicker and harder in his palm, well over a foot long now. His full nuts were as large as tennis balls. The muscular fox smirked, a wave of confidence washing over him. With a body this powerful, there was no way he'd fail now.

Nathan's large tail wagged behind him slowly as he walked down the hallway, pawing at his hard pecs and muscle gut as he moved. He was squat looking, having grown broader but not taller, and combined with the beard, much more masculine.

He emerged from the hallway much different than he'd began, but was just as eager as ever to face his next challenge, which appeared to be a large river, at least a hundred feet across, filled with quick-moving water and rapids. Fortunately, he noticed a ferry docked at the short in a small inlet where the current wasn't so strong. Unfortunately, the ferry operator was present.

The crocodile looked big and grumpy. He leaned back in his chair, long face turned into a slight frown, as he watched the fox approach. Nathan's vest clung to his chest and his shorts were pulled taut with the erection inside.

The fox was ready to leap on the croc and assert his dominance as he had with the wolf, but the reptile held up a paw.

"Listen up, sonny," the crocodile said. Nathan would have bristled at that if he had fur. "I'll take you across, but you've gotta tell me something first."

The corners of the croc's long face turned up. "Describe your rump in a single word."

Nathan stopped cold. What kind of a challenge was this? The beefy fox's tail swished slowly behind him. He needed to cross the river and didn't fancy his chances crossing on his own. He needed the crocodile to take him across. So it was a riddle kind of challenge.

Nathan took a deep breath before speaking: "Glorious."

Outside, on the big screen, a round green circle appeared in the left corner. Nathan had passed. But what were the consequences?

The crocodile smiled. Powerful arms grabbed a long wooden pole and he hopped onto the shallow, flat-bottomed raft. There were no seats on board, just a few handles built into the floor, obviously meant for a rider to grasp onto, which would force their backside up into the air, towards the croc's waiting hips.

"You want a ride? You gotta show me what a glorious ass you got," the crocodile said. His long, strong arms held the pole fast in the water as he leaned on it. A fat, light-green cock hung over his thighs, a little smaller overall than the fox's. The muscular crocodile grinned, all of his many teeth showing, as he waited for the fox's reply.

Nathan didn't speak. Instead, he sauntered forward, stepped into the boat, and bent over at the waist. His powerful paws gripped the forward handles before he adjusted his feet, sliding them against the handles in the back. The crocodile pushed off quickly, sending them out into the strong current. Nathan tensed as he felt the boat rock beneath them. The crocodile's hips bumped up against his rump, and he felt every inch of the semi-hard croc-cock slap across his smooth, chocolate rump.

"It looks good," the croc said, hips bumping forward. "But glorious? I hope you don't have a case of anal hubris."

The fox grunted as he felt the muscular reptile grind against him. Because of the rocking of the boat, the croc had to keep both hands engaged with the pole to steer them. Nathan, at this point, functioned as something to lean into to keep his balance.

The croc grunted as his shaft stiffened against Nathan's warm, slick backside. Soon, the boatsman was fully erect and eagerly sawing his shaft back and forth under the fox's tail, hotdogging the chocolate male. Nathan grunted, eyes closed, head down, shoulders and arms rigid as he held onto the handles. His tail lifted as he felt the croc's tip press forward, grinding against his tight ring.

"Hold on tight," the crocodile said between deep, raspy gasps of air. "Gonna be... a bit... choppy!"

Nathan's head lifted and his eyes went wide as the crocodile's thickness sunk inside his rump. The fox's shaft jerked, throbbing and spurting, as the reptile's length prodded his prostate. He shivered, gasping as his sugary rear stretched around the invading thickness. The bumpy ride didn't help things, as the crocodile had to barely move at all to get his hips bouncing back and forth. The regular thwack of the big male's hips smacking into the even larger fox's backside echoed across the fast-flowing river, again and again, pumping in hard and fast.

Nathan groaned as the reptile hammered at his prostate. He nearly came a few times on the crossing over, which seemed to take much longer than it should have. The crocodile was constantly moving them closer to short, but it was slow, careful going. Nathan was glad they wouldn't end up in the currents, but he was also wondering exactly how long the green-scaled male could last.

There was a moan from behind the fox as a particularly large whitecap knocked their small boat about. The croc's balls smacked up against Nathan's thighs, and the fox let out a sharp yip as the boatman went deeper than ever. He clenched automatically, making his slick chocolate rear clench around the invading thickness.

The crocodile let out a gasp. The boat bumped into the opposite shore just as he came, flooding Nathan's rump. Thick white cum drizzled down the fox's white chocolate balls and onto the floor of the boat. The croc stabbed his pole into the riverbed, tossed the rope around a nearby rock, and promptly finished inside Nathan, using his paws to pull the fox's hips back firmly, again and again.

Between Nathan's legs, his knot flared up, thicker and bigger around than ever. As the crocodile drooled over his rump, the fox got a paw onto his erection. He jerked himself off quickly, desperately, as the muscular male behind him kept pounding against his prostate. It took only a moment for the fox to crescendo. His knot flared in size, almost doubling to nearly 9 inches, matching the growth in the rest of his foot-long shaft. He whined as he squeezed it with his paw, putting pressure on it, making extra large splurts of thick fox seed splatter against the floor of the boat. The crocodile's palm smacked against his rump a few times before the thick green length abruptly pulled free.

"Pretty good... maybe glorious," the boatman said. "I could tell you for sure if you take another ride."

Nathan shivered as he felt the thickness draw free from under his tail. He stood up slowly, stretching his arms. His cock flopped over his thighs, knot still inflated.

"Not now, but thanks for the lift."

He hopped off the boat and the croc grinned. Without a word, the reptile grasped his steering pole and pushed away, leaving Nathan to clean himself off in the river's edge before continuing on.

The bank of the river ran straight into a large stone wall, with a hallway cut into it. The fox stepped inside and was greeted with a now familiar blast of pink chemical mist.

Outside the Labyrinth, on the stage, the host whipped up the crowd.

"One more challenge to go, ladies and gentlemen and others! One more random transformation!" he said, almost shouting with excitement. "Can Nathan defeat the Labyrinth? Will he be able to make it through?"

On the screen, the rotating list of options spun around and around, until it came to rest, flashing the words "Breast Growth: Hyper" before fading to black.

Nathan tried to breathe normally as the third dose of chemicals amped up his arousal once more. He shuddered as his heart raced, beating hard. Beads of chocolate sweat rolled down the sides of his face as he pressed his paws into his chest, shuddering with pleasure. His nipples - at this point more like dollops of pure, hard dark chocolate - swelled into fat, round nubs. The muscular form of his pecs gave way instead to a pair of breasts, which filled out at a speed that shocked the fox. They flowed into his paws, filling his palms, then overfilling them. He moaned as the heavy, teardrop-shaped orbs fattened up, thicker and larger, stretching wider as more and more creamy milk chocolate filled the interiors. Beads of sugary milk formed at the tips of his nipples as he leaned back against the wall, gasping and moaning, fully erect.

His new breasts hung heavily from his shoulders, but didn't droop thanks to his fantastic musculature. He palmed at them, squeezing and stroking them, shuddering when his fingers brushed his aching new nipples. They were massive and still growing, swelling from D-cups to DD-cups, and then beyond. In a few minutes, they were off the chart. Nathan groaned as the various colors of chocolate forming his skin sweat profusely, as a lust-fueled wave of warmth swept over him. His cock lurched, but his knot remained inside of his sheath for the moment.

There wasn't time to play with his breasts, as much as he would have liked. Time enough for that later. Right now, he had to face the final challenge. Walking was a little different now. His breasts swung side to side in great big arcs, which made him have to twist his hips a little to compensate. For as beefy and squat as he was, Nathan looked a little unusual with breasts so large. Each was at least four times the size of his head and dripping milky white chocolate from the teats. But the fox was determined. He quickly adjusted his stride and found himself soon facing his third challenge after a quick jaunt down some dark, stone-covered hallways.

The third crossing was a doozy. The hallway opened onto a short, rocky outcrop. At the tip of the ledge, a stone bridge sat, waiting for travelers. Unfortunately, a large gray-skinned troll also sat, waiting for travelers, at the entrance. At the sight of Nathan, the large troll straightened up and grabbed the large club made of rock from the ground next to him.

"Ho, there!" he called out as the fox approached. "If you want to use my bridge, you'll have to pay my toll!"

The troll was nude from the waist up, showing off a nice set of abs, a buff pair of pecs, and overall a very muscular physique. He wasn't quite handsome, with his large lower teeth jutting up past his upper lip, and all the small stone-like moles covering his skin, but he wasn't slobbering and ugly and hairy as some trolls were portrayed. He looked more like a horse with big teeth than anything.

A yellow and black plaid kilt wrapped around the trolls hips. He grabbed the front, showing off the size of his bulge.

"You can pay the toll with your muzzle or your rump!" he said, laughing.

Nathan glanced around. There was nowhere else to go to get around the troll, but he could try to overpower the other male and run past him, or simply try to knock the troll off into the murky river below. He pondered his options as the troll's bulging kilt rose higher into the air...

Nathan didn't say anything, but simply charged towards the troll, intending to knock the big male off with his shoulder, then cross the bridge at his pleasure. He kept one arm around his chest, holding his oversized breasts in, as the surprised troll took a step back.

But then the bridge guardian did something Nathan hadn't expected: he lifted his club and swung.

The audience watched on the big screen as Nathan went sailing out into thin air above the river, arms and legs flailing, breasts going in opposite directions. The troll held his belly and laughed, pointing as the fox fell towards the murky black water below. On the screen, a large red "X" appeared in the lower left corner after the two green circles.

Nathan closed his eyes, expecting to hit the water. Instead, the water hit him. Black tendrils wrapped around his arms and legs, slowing his descent. The sticky substance clung to his chocolate body, squeezing at him, pushing at his chest. It dragged him down closer to the surface of what the fox quickly realized wasn't a river at all, but one entirely too large goo monster.

No wonder there was a bridge.

Nathan found his muzzle pried open. The black goop that forced its way inside rolled down his muzzle and into his throat. It tasted bland, if slightly musky and salty. His eyes squeezed shut as more tendrils found their way under his tail; he groaned as best he could as the goo filled his rump. More tendrils squeezed around his breasts and cock as he was held a few feet above the water.

Nathan closed his eyes tighter yet as he felt his body pulled down past the surface of the monster. Fully enveloped, he found struggling to be useless. The beast could apply pressure anywhere at any time, reacting to his every movement. The tendrils going down his throat split, with one feeding air into his lungs and the other stretching open his throat. His rump also stretched as more black goop flooded inside his body. Every now and then he felt himself break the surface, like some kind of jumping whale, only to be dragged back in and violated further. Tendrils squeezed inside his white chocolate sheath and teased around the base of his cock. Some poked at the tip of his shaft before diving inside, stretching his erection from within. They did the same to his aching nipples, bloating his massive knockers further yet.

His stomach filled with goo as a new kind of heat burst open between his legs. He wriggled and thrashed as much as he could as he realized he wasn't quite all male anymore. Sure, the breasts were one thing, but the goo monster was now thrusting into his brand new feminine sex. He - or rather, she - thrashed as the goo monster lifted her clear of the river. Her belly was distended, her cock was bulging, her balls stretching, every possible orifice filled with the sticky black goo.

"Should have paid the toll!" came the mocking call from the bridge.

The fox gasped and moaned, cumming again and again. The goo milked her, forcing her to cum over and over. Her cock surged, throbbing, hard and erect constantly, as the flood of pleasure didn't ease up. Nathan realized this must be how the goo got its protein - taking it directly from unwary travellers.

Finally, though, at long last, Nathan's shaft went dry. She kept experiencing orgasm after orgasm, especially in her new female bits, but she was out of fluid. The goo monster, sensing its prey was no longer providing a meal, began to pull free. Nathan found herself on the bank of the river, squirming and moaning and gasping, cock still jerking, knot fully inflated, as pounds and pounds of black goo pulled out of her cock, rump, pussy, breasts, and muzzle. The monster was, if anything, thorough.

Panting, gasping for air, hacking and coughing up bits of goo, Nathan didn't try to stand for a while. Every now and then some of the river would reach out to touch her, but upon realizing she was still the same dried-up herm from before, would pull back and wait for other, fresher prey. Nathan couldn't remember the last time she'd ever experienced anything quite like that... it was hard to move, so thoroughly had she been pounded and used.

After ten or so minutes, though, she felt better. Her belly went back to normal and her cock and rump didn't ache quite so badly. Her nipples were puffy and stretched and she'd gained at least a foot up top. Her cock was also several inches longer, and her balls had almost doubled. She leaned up and shivered, twitching as aftershocks of pleasure went through her.

All in all... not bad. She grinned. That river was something she could see returning to. But not now. Now, it was time to see if she'd won, though she had a feeling the goo monster was a fail.

The hallway up the riverbank led directly through the opening of the Labyrinth and onto the stage. A growing sense of lust built up in Nathan's chest and loins as she emerged to the applause of the audience.

"What a wonderful challenge!" the rabbit host said. "Nathan really gave it a go! Let's giver her a hand!"

The fox grinned, though her eyes kept drifting towards the rabbit's backside. Suspecting as much, the host endeavored to put as much space between him and the player as he could.

"Unfortunately, Nathan lost, which means she'll be spending a tour of duty inside our Labyrinth," he said, panting as he began to jog away from the muscular herm chocolate fox. "Will a future player stumble across her lair and fall victim to her transformed body? Tune in next time to find... whoops!"

The rabbit didn't see the glob of chocolate on the floor and slipped. His legs kicked up into the air as he tumbled backwards, straight into the fox's arms. His head was quickly shoved between the enormous breasts hanging from Nathan's chest, as the recovered fox's erection prodded into his backside. The chemicals given to losing contestants kept them permanently ready. Nathan was already feeling the effects as her arms wrapped around the bunny. She turned and ran for the maze, lurching inside with the rabbit tucked under her chest.

"We'll be right baaaaaaaaaaaaack!"