Due For a Change
Story by Medkit on SoFurry
A lucky man on a Fetish-Network Gameshow is excited for his winning, a new kangaroo body. But unluckily, he still has to pass a final question.
The result leaves another woman delightful, and a man nonexistent.
Ryan gulped, reaching down his furry thighs and toward his gender. The familiar warmth of an erection was replaced by a dampness and a strangely familiar smell. His black sweatpants where taut and hung stretched over her newly bipedal legs. sHe glanced toward the floor, struggling to see beyond his newfound breasts.
_Am I hot because of the spotlight, or because of the fur? _Ryan thought about it for a while.
Her blue t-shirt was pulled over her new breasts and shoulders, her hands replaced by furry brown paws. Despite the fact the transformation was supposed to be a harsh penalty, the former human man didn't mind his new austrailian form. An anthropomorphic kangaroo lady? His dream come true. However, Ryan was well aware of the other possibilities. A girl from the state over had reached the fatal number of incorrect guesses just a moment ago and was swept off the stage as a pile of rubber scraps; having been turned into an ever-inflating balloon of herself.
The girl wasn't the first to lose, and she certainly wouldn't be the last. Ryan found himself pondering his own future. The game's grand reward was to keep one of your transformations, and if you won without any incorrect guesses at all, you'd get to choose what you'd become, or to remain human. Ryan admired his new body. A kangaroo gal with a booty big enough to make any woman jealous? Why not.
Thirty seconds left until live! I repeat, thirty seconds!
Ryan's heart pounded. If he wanted to remain a she, she'd have to beat the last remaining guessers. A man with a pair of antenna and a woman with tripple sized breasts and butt-cheeks. The man was an excellent guesser, although the woman was easily an expert on most topics. The tension only grew as the counter counted down from twenty four.
Twenty seconds till live! Ryan is the next guesser. Please have yourselves ready!
The bulge in her throat felt huge and choking. Curiously, she felt her soft furry neck with his paws; it's feminine smoothness and faint warmth only increasing the fear of losing his beloved form. Ryan was lucky, after all. He had gotten all the easy guesses until the last question, when he failed two of three times. If the kangaroo woman was lucky, they'd ask her another simple question.
Her tail struggled against her pants, so Ryan gently pulled them down, just enough to let her large tail sway free. Relieved, but still terrified, Ryan waited.
Three.. Two.. One.. And we're live!
"Welcome to the bi-monthly game show you transformation fans seem to crave! As we saw earlier, Jenna went out with a bang. Left now are three contestants, Davis from Georgia, Cienna from Saskatchewan and Ryan from California! Before the break, Ryan was up to be our next guesser. Welcome back to 'Due for a Change'!"
The two metal bleachers almost a full yard from the stage where packed: a few people had to stand, but watched eagerly regardless as the iconic music played. Finally, a purple spotlight shone down on the kangaroo woman.
_Please let it be an easier question, please let it be an easy question.. Mama needs to remain Mama and not some sort of chew-toy.. _
“Ryan. Who was the First Secretary of the Central Committee of the Russian Communist Party from nineteen sixty four up until nineteen eighty two?" The announcer's voice explained calmly.
You've got to be fucking kidding me. Russian history? In a primarily American pop-culture show? Oh.. wow.. Stalin, Krushchev.. Trotsky.. Maybe Linen? Or wasn't it Lenin? Shit..
The kangaroo shifted awkwardly, before licking it's muzzle and replying into the microphone.
“Was it Krushchev?"
The crowd occasionally cackled, while the two onlooking guessers chuckled, clearly happy they didn't have such an apocalypse of a question. The loud and harsh siren echoed throughout the room and the ominous hanging monitor flashed red with a large white X symbol, counting one of three.
_Oh shit. That's not good at all. Uhh.. Uhmm.. Kerrenko? That sounds.. right? _
She covered her muzzle with her paws, before leaning into the microphone and saying her next answer.
“Is it.. Cherinko?"
The buzzer rang again, and a new cross was added to the screen.
_Holy shit.. One more and I'm out.. Oh my good god, why aren't there any calls for help or something? What the fuck could it be? I'm so finished.. I'm so done.. Uhh.. _
After a few seconds, the taunting sound of ticking began to ring in Ryan's furry ears.
“Uhh.. Is it.. is it.. Malatov?"
The buzzer rang one final time, causing Ryan to immediately shudder. She held her breasts and gave them one final squeeze, before the announcer's robotic voice announced his fate.
“I'm afraid those where all the wrong answers, Ryan from California. Your transformation is currently being voted on. Please stand by."
_Please let it be something merciful.. please let it be something merciful.. _
“You have been chosen to be transformed into a pleasant costume for one of our audience members. Congratulations, for you are due for a final change!"
A feeling of malaise began to spread deep into Ryan's furry body. It hit her deep in what she assumed would be her gut. Cringing, Ryan grabbed at her furry gut with her paws, feeling a strange build up of pressure inside of her.
*Burrrrrraaap! *
Ryan opened her maw and let the gas escape like she feared an explosion was imminent. Ryan felt weak in her legs and found herself collapsing onto his fast-deflating hind paws, the limbs collapsing like nothing but hollow socks. Her bosom caved in, along with her roomy rear and tail, the elongated burp resulting in a mass exodus of substance from within the transforming kangaroo.
Within only a couple of minutes, Ryan had been diminished to a pile of fur on the floor. After a few more seconds, her former paws detached and became obvious boots and gloves, her body becoming cushioned and padded while a zipper grew along the former man's back.
“Congratulations seat number 74! You get to take home the brand new kangaroo costume, courtesy of 'Due for a Change'!"
The small audience applauded, as the still-solidifying kangaroo-girl costume was picked up and tossed into a cardboard box by two men in black uniforms, hastily bringing the gift to the awaiting woman, who took the former man with a wide smile.
“Stay tuned for our next guesser, here on the Fet-Net!"
The last scene featuring Ryan was a shot of the woman gleefully holding a cardboard box, the large smiling kangaroo head peaking over the sides.