Stories written live from February and March of 2019 on the Nocturnal Transmissions channel. Stories are based on prompts submitted by the players, one of which was randomly chosen each round. Characters are © their respective players.

Prologue

SynTech is a huge, global company with business dealings across nearly every type of product, from computers and components to consumer goods to entertainment and more. Many of the businesses exist to power SynTech's enormous research complexes, the largest and most productive of which lies at the heart of its 10-square-mile corporate campus. SynTech Tower is the headquarters of the enormous globo-corp, the largest building in the world by height and floorspace, complete with a sequoia tree housed in a clear dome at the top. Surrounded by shipping warehouses, industrial and manufacturing facilities, business towers, and amenities like hotels, gyms, and theaters, SynTech Tower houses a vast array of offices and departments, while the research facilities start underground and burrow deeper every day. With such a large operation, it functions with a good sense of organized chaos, though with the stern leadership of COO Jiji at the top, the company continues to make record profits while the word changes under its influence more and more.

Now, a leak of the "Patented Transformational Chemicals" used on the game show, Questionable Content, have spread through the air vents throughout the campus. At high enough doses, the unfiltered airborne chemicals can cause strange and unusual transformations in unwitting victims, though not everyone dislikes the results...

In an undisclosed location somewhere on the campus, a short rat-a-tat of knocks echoed through the dark, mostly empty room. The rapid-fire clacking of a mechanical keyboard instantly ceased. Across the large back wall, a bank of monitors cast an eerie blue haze into the darkness. No other walls or floor were visible, save for the outline of a computer chair in front of the bright screens. A few moments after the last echoing knock faded, a small buzzer rang. The door cracked open, allowing the bright light from the long, narrow, and doorless hallway leading to a single occupancy elevator. Light blue paint covered the walls and bright lights shone into every corner, but the corridor was completely empty except for the the COO of SynTech, a tall tigress.

Jiji wore a smart black skirt and matching jacket that strained around the large pair of teardrops squeezed together on her chest. Deep white cleavage fur pressed through the gaps between the buttons of her shirt as she leaned over a bit and peered through the door into the dark room, eyes dilating rapidly in the sudden change of light. She stepped through on her tall heels and closed the door behind her without a sound. She waited a moment before clearing her throat while her tail brushed across the backs of her thighs, the only hint of nervousness in her otherwise impeccably business-like demeanor. In the front, a frighteningly thick and full maleness displayed lewdly in outline against the black fabric squeezing in around the heavy balls and plumped-up sheath inside.

"There's an issue with the vent system. An airborne, multi-reactive, randomized strain of the Questionable Content chemicals are spreading throughout the campus."

There was a long, drawn-out silence. On the monitors, images flashed from one security camera to another. Sometimes the pictures showed public spaces, like theaters and sidewalks and intersections. Other cameras provided views of different offices large and small, research labs, cafeterias, and stages.

A high-backed swivel rocker sat in front of the bank of screens turned around, revealing the

[TRANSMISSION LOST]

[TRANSMISSION CONFIRMED]

"Yes, of course," the tigress said. She nodded, causing the massive swells of her chest to wobble precariously in her taut blouse, each button straining to cling on. "We'll wait for your word. In the meantime, there's no possibility of the leak reaching this part of the campus - as you know, this entire section is independent of the main SynTech utilities and networks."

In front of the computers, the

[TRANSMISSION LOST]

[TRANSMISSION CONFIRMED]

"Very well," Jiji said, as the chair turned back around and, a moment later, the rapid-fire clacking resumed - always the tigress's cue to leave.

The feline turned, smoothly opened the door a crack, and squeezed herself back out into the hallway. As the door closed behind her, she leaned her shoulders back, taking a breath and composing herself. Meetings with the CEO often left her feeling a little confused. She could never quite seem to remember what he looked like. Or was the CEO a she? The tigress closed her eyes and pulled the hem of her jacket, straightening some of the wrinkles caused by the double set of breasts stretching out her blouse. She used her paws to heft the lower set and felt them squeeze upwards into the top pair, sending a shiver down her spine. The feline's muscles rippled beneath her pelt as she enjoyed the warm, heavy weight and counterbalance of her wide hips and heavy sac.

She walked back towards the elevator, pausing momentarily as her swollen testicles, each huge nut coated in a long and luxuriously silky length of white fur, squeezed down nearly to her knees, while both of her fat sheaths, one stacked on top of the other, ground together in her skirt like she was smuggling a pair of two-liter bottles. Lifting her wrist to her blunt white muzzle, the tigress's long blonde hair spilled around her shoulders as she stepped into the open elevator.

"Message to maintenance: until further notice, take no action to repair the Questionable Content chemical storage facility. Continue running ventilation at 100 percent. All repair requests should be sent through to my office. Send message."

The watch beeped and the door closed. Jiji's eyes narrowed a bit on the closed blue door at the end of the hallway until the elevator closed. As she rode back up to the executive level, she ran her paws along the outline of her double-up set of sheaths, one stacked on top of the other, each threatening to unleash at any moment an enormous tigerstalk capable of mass eruptions... perhaps an early lunch with that new secretary was what she needed to take her mind of things...

Kaiju Drive In

feat. Moonstruck

Round 1 Random Draw

"You can't be serious."

"It's better than the back of a van, isn't it?"

"Who's idea was this anyways?"

Moonstruck, or more casually, Moon, glanced at the large trailer with a sour look on the end of her vulpine muzzle. It was about twelve feet long and eight feet across. Several quilted movers' blankets were strewn across the wooden planks.

"I mean, it's a drive-in movie theater. They couldn't have sprung for a convertible at least?"

Moonstruck lifted a forepaw and prodded it at the trailer, which didn't rock and held its balance, apparently secured tightly to the ground. After a moment, and against her better judgement, the vixentaur stepped both front legs up and then hefted her hind end over as well, being careful not to let the swollen sheath and obscenely large sac to drag against the corner. She took a moment to settle herself down, adjusting her blanket for a bit more discretion as one of her pairs of breasts hanging from her long taur-belly slipped into the open air, sending a chilly tingle down her curved spine.

From the back of the pickup truck to which the trailer was attached, a lean coyote with a patchwork of dark brown and gray fur piped up.

"Yeah, I mean, it's nice they're treating us to a show and all, but this does feel kind of cheap, doesn't it?" He leaned back in a plastic lawn chair in the bed of the picket and kicked his feet up on the tailgate.

"They said we were the bestselling authors last year, right?" Moon asked.

"Didn't even spring for proper snacks," the coyote said, looking mournfully at the empty popcorn bowl at his feet. "Previews haven't even started yet."

"Here," Moon said, leaning her lean and powerful upper body back across her sprawled out taur-half. The vixen's hooded sweatshirt was an XXXL, but the fabric still stretched outwards around the obvious outlines of a huge pair of breasts, so much so that the waistband of the hoodie dragged upwards and revealed some of the pale white belly fur where her upper half met the lower. "Take mine. I'll go get some more anyways. I want some beef jerky."

The lights around the outdoor theater dimmed as the vixentaur heaved herself up to her feet and carefully stepped down from the trailer, shivering as she felt the tip of her thick red cock brush against the rearmost set of breasts, still swollen with milk despite an elongated draining session earlier - something the vixentaur did regularly when going out in public so as to avoid awkward leakages.

She walked delicately through the paved lot, weaving between parked cars and trying to keep herself low when passing in front of people. Her long and fluffy red tail streamed out behind her, under the blanket clasped around her hips and tail to keep it in place. The jostling of her oversized nuts caused the blanket to shift side to side as the pendulum-like movement brought a small gasp to the vixentaur's muzzle, then a firm crease of her lips as she hardened her resolve about getting excited in public.

Trotting purposefully to the snack bar, Moon listened with perked ears as the previews started, the deep bass sending shuddering waves through the drive-in theater. The vixentaur's hind leg reached up and scratched at the back of her front leg beneath her blanket, jostling the triple pairs of milk-laden orbs coated in a luxuriously thick and silky coat of white fur. The line took a while, leaving the taur impatiently tapping her toes against the floor as the people in front of her took their time deciding what to get.

By the time she got two more buckets of popcorn, a bag of beef jerky, and a few boxes of candy, which she stuffed down the sides of her blanket into the convenient pockets for later, the movie had already started. She could hear the low voices of the characters talking - probably getting through the boring exposition before the good parts. Apparently it was some sort of giant monster movie with a twist, and Moon purposefully kept away from the previews for it so that she could really enjoy it.

Unfortunately, she took a wrong turn leaving the concessions and found herself backed into a corner - literally. Between the concessions stand and the lot, there was another small office building. Without thinking, Moon ended up behind it with no way to turn around thanks to the large fence that circled the entire theater lot. Her hindquarters kept bumping up against the corner of the concessions stand when she tried to back up.

Exasperated and still juggling her various tubs of popcorn, the taur held them together under her chest with one arm and leaned forward, hoping that the door to the office worked. If she could squeeze in there and out the other side, she could make it back to the... hmmph. Trailer. Before she missed much more of the movie.

The door was unlocked and the room empty inside. The taur grunted as the door jam pinched her heavy torso, squeezing the enormous breasts tighter and causing the seams of the hooded sweatshirt to crack warningly. Once her torso was through, she crawled along on her underbelly, trying not to gasp as the swells of her underboobs and massive maleness occasionally drifted against the smooth, cool linoleum floor. She pulled her tail in after her and looked around as the door swung closed and clicked. The room was dark, but the vixen's night-vision was good, so she slowly picked her way through the maze of desks and chairs towards the other side of the small building. Probably where they did their ordering and payroll and the like, she thought.

The air conditioners kicked on as she was about a third of the way through. At first, she didn't think much of it, but then she noticed sparkles of pink in the air, drifting through the shards of light coming in from the outside lights through the window blinds. She blinked, staring, then turned her head towards the vents. As additional plumes of thick pink mist quickly filled the air in the room, the taur's nostrils twitched. The scent of the pink stuff was sweet, almost cloying, and it was getting thick enough to make it hard to see.

Moon was, if anything, quick on her feet when it came to thinking, if a little more delicate on her actual feet thanks to her prodigious assets. Realizing that inhaling strange pink mist anywhere in the vicinity of SynTech - as this drive-in theater was located on the corporate campus - was usually not the best idea, she shuffled forward and breathed as little as she could.

She got about halfway through the building, crossing a hallway into the second office where the other door was to the outside, when she felt a tremble in her chest. A warmth flowed through her spine that made her stop, tail fluffing out in all directions. Her white fangs bit into her plump lower lips as she pressed her paws to the walls on either side of her to keep her torso upright as the enormous red length of her thick maleness audibly sloomped against the linoleum, followed by a wave of thick white seed that flooded around her forepaws. The shock of pleasure at the sudden, intense orgasm shocked Moon, who sagged sideways into the wall as her thick maleness squeezed forward, shoving between her milk-laden breasts, sending another gush of musky white seed across the floor.

"Nnnnggghhhhhhoooooo!"

Moon's head tipped backwards as she howled, a desperate pulse of arousal tingling through her body. The buckets of popcorn in her paws dropped to the floor, tumbling the contents into the sticky mess already coating the entirety of the office. The vixentaur's breath caught in her throat, howl abruptly cutting off as a loud "THOOM" echoed through the room. A moment later, Moon sagged forward as a sudden heavy weight pulled on her torso. As she struggled back upright, she realized that the source of the weight was her own body: her breasts were now visibly larger, impossibly huge as they hung off her relatively slender shoulders. They split out the front of her sweatshirt, which now clung around the edges where the huge mammaries met her torso.

A second "THOOM" echoed in the room, then a highly charged growl as Moon found her hind legs splayed around the suddenly massive orbs. They were almost twice as big as they'd been a moment ago and churned noisily, hungry and roiling as her hind legs squeezed into them. Her enormous length stretched between her forelegs as it released a third blast of seed that lifted upwards, painting a long string of white up the wall and ceiling dividing the room in half.

The foxtaur's head spun as she clutched at her chest, unable to even reach around at this point to grasp the swollen and aching nubs capping each globe. Her flanks quivered as the heft of her own sac lifted her hindquarters into the air. As another thick, orgasmic-like blast of seed erupted from her growing cock, the vixentaur's triple-set of underbreasts fattened up as well, all six dramatically growing in girth as the pink mist completely obscured the vixentaur's vision. She leaned forward, trying to drag herself towards the door as the rapidfire "THOOM" "THOOM" "THOOM" echoed around the room, each one accompanied by another severe growth spurt.

The vixentaur's breasts ached as they stretched forward, sticking out almost four feet from her shoulders, but as the loud rumbling booms continued to blast her, she realized she was able to reach them once again. She groaned as her head hit the ceiling, more evidence that it wasn't just her cock or tits that developed because of the strange pink fog. Moon's tongue flopped out as she shook, shivering, clenching her hind legs around her aching sac as one massive blast of cum after another soon flooded the entire office, causing desks to disappear entirely beneath the thick, sloshing, churning sea of vixenspunk. Between the smell of her own cum, now counted in the hundreds of gallons, and the intense compression of the cloying, sweet pink mist filling her lungs and changing her body, Moon's brain went on autopilot. Her body slung forward, then back, dragging her massive cock through the sea of thick cum in front of her. The now nearly ten-foot-long stalk swept aside chairs and furniture easily as it added dozens more gallons of steaming, warm, fresh spooge to the incredible floor already present. Moon's sweater ripped, the last few seams breaking open and falling away. The same went for her blanket as her hips widened, cracking and growing. Her entire body swelled with every heartbeat as the intense pink mist forced itself deep into the growing taur's bloodstream.

Moon cried out, both arms reaching up, as the flood of cum and milk climbed higher, past the windows, obscuring the view within with a churning sea of potent white. Her head pressed into the ceiling, both hands pushing on the plaster, as the tide grew even higher as her growing, hidden body displaced the bulk of the thick spooge generated by her overproductive sac...

* * *

"Yeah, didn't see that one coming," the coyote said. "C'mon, you never turn your back on the monster. What a dummy."

Fishing another piece of candy out of a small bag in his lap - his emergency reserve - the coyote glanced away from the screen, where a huge reptile-like monster was busily vivisecting some unlucky soldiers.

"C'mon, Moon, where's the popcorn? Can't enjoy a bad movie without popcorn!"

Returning his focus to the screen, the coyote popped a few more pieces of candy into his muzzle. The action on screen intensified as the monster rampaged through a military base, exploding tanks and helicopters and doing all sorts of fun damage.

"At least they went all out on the pyrotechnics," he muttered.

The truck shook as a loud boom echoed through the night, momentarily louder than the speakers all around piping out the movie soundtrack.

"What the..."

A second tremor knocked the coyote off his chair. As he climbed back up the side of the tailgate, he peered out across the theater, eyes wide as a third crashing boom came even closer.

On the screen, a huge monster opened its muzzle wide, about to blast a fireball towards another tank, but as the creature's eyes lit up, a huge red cock speared through the movie backdrop from behind, making it look as though a massive vulpine arousal was firing out of the monster's mouth. The coyote stumbled backwards as the audio soundtrack kept playing.

"Look at the size of that thing!"

"It's unstoppable!"

"Ruuuuun!"

A huge pair of furry forelegs crashed down into the center of the park over the top of the screen. Enormous breasts, each easily fifteen feet across, hung from the vixentaur's huge new body. Her incredible maleness stretched almost twenty feet from the base of her sheath, as long as she was now tall. A bright red glow lit up the vulpine's eyes as her tremendous cock swept to the side, knocking several cars into each other and trapping the occupants inside. Large horns grew from Moon's head, curling and twisting around like a ram's, as her immense tail battered the concession stand into pieces. Pinning the hood of a car down with one front paw, the oversized hypertaur leaned back, exposing her gigantic chest to the night sky. The scenes of the movie, still playing through the projector, beamed across her large white cleavage as she leaned over, licking her lips, her long arms reaching down.

The coyote stared from the back of the truck, eyes wide as he watched the carnage unfold from what he hoped was a safe distance away. He saw someone wriggling in the foxtaur's paws, someone she plucked out of a car below her, but his jaw dropped when he saw what happened next: wrapping her huge hands entirely around the person's legs - the coyote was too far away to see details - the vixentaur reared upwards onto her hind legs. Her massive stalk swung upwards, spearing into the night sky. Her long and low bark of pleasure as she dragged the squirming person onto the obscenely huge tip of her cock rumbled through the night like thunder. The coyote stared as he watched the obvious silhouette of arms and legs and a head sticking off the tip of the vixentaur's overgrown cock, completely distending the figure's body into that of her own shaft. After a few sharp tugs, the vixen's growl of lust once more rose in pitch. The person tugged down around her cock shuddered as huge waves of cum filled them and inflated them. The coyote could see the bulge of their skin through the fingers of the vixentaur as she humped harder, eagerly overfilling the unlucky movie theater goer.

A loud "pop!" echoed over the noise of the soundtrack as the inflated figure sailed through the air and landed in a puddle near the vixentaur's huge feet, before she reached down to grab another wriggling victim from the wrecked cars. Her eyes burned brighter as the projector finally cut out, leaving only the sounds of horns, car alarms, and screams.

The vixentaur's hand shoved down, this time pushing the figure in her fingers directly into the flaring crown of her shaft. The coyote's muzzle dropped as he watched the kicking legs disappear down the bulging, squirming urethra, as another long and low growl of eagerness rippled in the warm, musky night air.

The coyote jumped out of the back of the truck and ran to the front, hauling open the cab door and reaching in. There was only one thing he could do at a time like this: film every second for posterity.

Hiding behind the truck, he kept his smartphone aimed on the scene as the hypersexed taur sent waves of cum through the air, knocking holes in the roofs of nearby buildings. One after another, she either found wriggling little people to inflate with her oversized shaft or stuff down into it, churning up even more thick cum as the outlines of various bodies wriggled in silhouette against her straining white-furred sac.

The crushed movie theater backdrop splintered beneath her feet as she stuffed a pair of movie-goers headfirst into her fat, lactating nipples. The coyote's zoom function could only get so close as he filmed the huge mammaries swelling even larger after the snack. The vixentaur's monstrous footsteps echoed through the night as her glowing eyes and new set of ram-like horns lent her a demonic appearance. Over twenty feet tall, her muzzle frothed with pleasure as she blasted yet another wriggling little fucktoy with seed, claiming and owning the unlucky male just long enough to quintuple the size of his belly with just a few short thrusts.

The coyote kept filming as the humongous foxtaur crashed through the fence around the theater, chasing down the fleeing patrons with a wild, hungry series of growls and moans, leaving a trail of spooge behind her that overflowed the sewers, flooding the streets for blocks around. The coyote drove his truck carefully through the seed, keeping an appropriate distance away as he kept filming the rampage.

He grinned as he watched the enormous foxtaur's huge stalk gulp down an entire minivan worth of people and backed the truck off a few more dozen feet for safety's sake. Once she got over whatever phase this was, the footage was going to provide enough material for a few dozen stories - though considering the foxtaur's current trajectory led her straight to the publisher's swanky corporate offices, he had the feeling they'd be worth a lot more after a quick renegotiation.

The coyote grinned as a few waves of seed caused the truck to rock. The vixentaur's long and low moans of pleasure echoed over the city as sirens and alarms blared. Movie night just got a whole lot more fun...

The end