Questionable Content: Episode 20
#4 of Questionable Content
Questionable Content: Episode 20
By Danath
Questionable Content is a transformation game show written live on a stream using a volunteer from among the viewers. Contestants answer questions; correct answers earn them doses of QC's Patented Transformational Chemicals. They continue getting doses for every answer until they answer incorrectly or cum, whichever happens first.
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Round 1 feat. :iconTh3Ch0s3n0n3:
The host of Questionable Content walked onstage as the theme music blared out. Holding a small microphone in his paw, he beamed into the cameras.
"Welcome to another exciting episode of... Questionable Content!" He paused for applause before continuing. "Yes, the game show where the questions are easy and the contestants are hard! Let's get straight into things with our first contestant... Lucifer Castro!"
The audience cheered as spotlights scanned the crowd, eventually illuminating a cheetah-taur near the front of the stage. Lucifer looked young, despite standing at seven-foot-four-inches tall. His upper torso was that of a normal cheetah, albeit a bit larger in order to be proportional to his lower body. That lower body took the shape of a stallion, with a glossy black hide and powerful muscles along the chest. The unusual-looking male wore a t-shirt over his upper half with some video game characters on it. His taur-half, however, was nude, and the cameras wasted no time in showing the audience at home a few choice shots of the taur's healthy-looking package hanging from between his hind legs.
The cheetah-taur trotted up on stage, hooves muffled with special vulcanized booties, and stood next to the fox.
"Welcome to the show, Lucifer!" the fox said, turning to look up at the tall male. "Where are you from?"
"I'm from the bustling metropolis of NYC!" the cheetah-stallion said proudly. His tail flicked to and fro as the audience applauded.
While the host chatted him up, otter stagehands brought out a specialized contraption to hold the taur in place. One took his shirt before leading him to the center of the stage. Most contestants were strapped into a type of gurney that could be rotated to a certain angle, the better to show them off to the cameras. Accommodating a taur on the show was slightly more difficult. Fortunately, something had been built to prepare for this eventuality.
A bar was attached to posts about four feet high. Padded with rubber, it would provide a place for Lucifer to drape his forelegs and support his lower body, taking some of the weight off his hind legs. His arms, meanwhile, were strapped to two taller posts situated on the stage. His legs were strapped down as well, stopping him from moving much. With the chemical delivery system attached to his arm, the cheetah-taur was all set up and ready to transform.
"Now, Lucifer, there's one last thing you have to do, and that's to spin..."
The host paused and held up his paws, getting the whole audience to chant along with him.
"The Wheel!"
A large electronic board descended from the ceiling. Displayed upon it were the various random options for the cheetah-taur's transformation.
The Wheel
Bro, He Does Lift
Corkin' the Gusher
A Tongue Too Far
Circuitry Central
A Mind of Their Own
Give the Dog a Bone
Boobs. Boobs, Everywhere.
Animal Magnetism
"I should also take this opportunity to mention Lucifer's recent success on our sister show, A Matter of Inches," the host said. "The transformation he acquired there will, however, be temporarily inhibited by our Patented Transformation Chemicals during this show. Now, Lucifer... it's time to decide your fate!"
The host stood near his podium on the right side of the stage. A clear acrylic pole with a red button sat nearby. The audience went quiet and the lights lowered as the fox tapped the button, starting the random rotation of the options, around and around, quicker and quicker, until the words became blurs. It slowed just as gradually, really building the up the tension, before coming to a halt.
"Circuitry Central!" the fox announced. The audience applauded as the first dose of chemicals ran down the tube into the cheetah-taur's arm.
Lucifer gasped as the same warm feeling he'd felt on MoI surged through his arm and spread across his chest. The taur pulled reflexively on the restraints and let out a sigh as his heart beat faster. Between his hind legs, all 22 inches of his erection surged to its full length, all on camera in glorious high-def.
"First question," the fox said, tapping his cards against the podium. "What two-letter combination is typically added to regular verbs in English to make them past tense?"
The cheetah-taur panted. "I... believe it is 'ED,' yes? Ooh, that stuff kicks in fast..."
"That is correct!"
A bell rang and another dose of the pink serum flowed into the cheetah's arm. His glossy black hide shone under the lights, trembling in the restraints. And it was kicking in fast. Having already been subjected to the chemicals once before, the cheetah-taur's body reacted more quickly than usual to fresh doses. His erection jerked, slapping meatily against his underbelly with a satisfyingly loud noise. His chest began to swell as well, though slowly, leaving him with a set of perky A-cups by the time the host was ready with the next question. Lucifer's tail twitched and he shivered as the warm feeling spread throughout his upper body and began to seep into his lower half.
"Second question... name the northernmost state in the USA."
"Alaska is the answer," the cheetah-taur said with confidence. "I wonder what that tingling is?"
"Correct!" the host announced.
The third dose made Lucifer shudder. The changes to his figure accelerated as his chest swelled larger. His nipples protruded outwards, fat and firm, while a building tingle grew under his tail. The cheetah-taur groaned as his cock jerked again, slapping rhythmically against his belly. The cameras recorded it closely, catching a few splurts of pre-cum splattering from his flared tip to the floor under his forelegs.
At the same time, Lucifer blinked rapidly. His eyes twitched and slammed closed, squeezing shut tightly for a few seconds. When they opened, the cheetah's brilliant turquoise eyes remained, but altered. Lucifer's vision was tinted green, though with a thought, he managed to clear up the resolution in his new eyes. The irises telescoped in to narrow slits as he scanned the audience and the host, taking in everything and processing it quickly. His eyes glowed softly now, similar to LEDs.
"Third question... True or False: Clint Dempsey's goal versus Ghana at 29 seconds was the fifth fastest in World Cup history."
"True," the cheetah-taur said quickly. "And also, go Team USA!"
"Correct!"
The fourth dose poured into the taur's body, accelerating the changes. He moaned long and loud as his breasts formed into large, heavy teardrops, coated in silky white fur. His black nipples poked through as they jiggled above his large lower body. Below, his 22-inch erection surged again, adding inch after inch of both length and thickness. At the base, his heavy testicles drooped lower as they swelled up just as quickly as his chest had.
The cheetah-taur shivered and froze up the tingling under his tail intensified. He closed his eyes, blocking the soft turquoise glow, and crooned with pleasure. A river of feminine honey ran down the insides of his flanks as a brand new feminine sex formed, already wet and dripping with arousal. The fully herm taur tugged at the restraints, paws trying to reach for hir body, any part of hir body, as the heat of lust and arousal grew stronger inside hir. The warm feeling filled every ounce of hir, from hir flicking feline ears to hir tapping equine hooves.
Along Lucifer's left arm, bits of hir fur began to fall out and scatter to the stage floor. Beneath the fur, hir skin hardened, taking on a glossy sheen. It retained the color and pattern of hir fur, but in a distinctly metallic way. As the fur fell out, more metal formed beneath. Hir elbow was replaced with a mechanical joint, completely replacing the biological mass with a mechanical one. Sensitive electrics provided all the same sensations as real skin, however, in addition to unparalleled power and precision. A small power bar appeared in hir vision, like an overlay from a video game, showing the status and remaining power in hir robotic limb.
Hir breasts, now healthy D-cups, jiggled madly as he tugged his metallic paw against the restraints. Shi had to touch hirself... hir nipples ached so badly for a touch, a kiss, anything...
"Question four! How many stars are on the United States flag?"
The cheetah's eyes focused on the fox as shi tried to think past the surging pleasure making hir erection throb. It was almost thirty inches long now and a third of that thick...
Focus!
"Uh... there's one for each state, right?" the cheetah asked. "So... Alaska, Alabama..." After a few more moments of mumbling, shi lifted hir head. "Fifty! I hope?"
"Correct!"
The fifth dose really rocked Lucifer. Shi couldn't even hear the audience cheering as the warmth intensified throughout hir upper and lower halves. Hir breasts added another cup, filling out dramatically, fat and full. Hir belly tightened, narrowing, before spreading out to meld with hir glossy black horse-half. Hir flanks twitched as shi pulled hir legs at the restraints, but they didn't let hir budge, even when hir huge length bounced off the stage, too heavy to remain in the air horizontal. Hir heavy balls swelled with seed, until they pressed against the insides of hir hind legs. The heavy, thick-skinned bags of cum roiled with need, pulled taut to the base of hir shaft as the cheetah-taur's arousal soared to new heights.
The claws on hir robotic hand snicked out, scraping over hir palm. Shi moaned, long and loud, and tossed hir head back, trembling from head to toe with need. Would shi be able to answer another question? The cameras focused on hir glistening flanks, hir massive erection, and hir taut belly and breasts, showing before and after pictures on the screens in the studio and on the televisions at home to show off just how much the partly mechanical taur had changed. Lucifer gasped as more of hir body was replaced with high tech circuitry. A bit of hir belly turned into flat, smooth, shiny silver, replacing hir bellybutton. Cleverly designed bits of linked metal grew around hir left nut, encasing the orb and creating the means for hir production to ramp up beyond all reasonable levels. The cheetah-taur jerked in hir restraints as the flow of pre-cum from hir flared, aching shaft doubled in volume.
Three solid feet of horse cock bobbed between hir belly and the floor. It was a foot thick in the middle, narrowing slightly towards the flare at the tip. A thick ring of medial flesh added texture to the already heavily-veined member. Metal tubing replaced one of the thicker veins powering the mighty erection, adding a tint of metal to the fleshy mast.
"Question five," the host started. He paused as the taur let out a long, guttural groan, and a gush of clear feminine juices ran down hir inner flanks, coating hir oversized balls. "Ahem. Question five. For what instrument is Louis Armstrong most well-known?"
The cheetah-taur paused in hir struggles, attempting to collect hirself. "Umm... he was famous... during the ja... focus!" Shi moaned as a few splurts of clear pre-cum washed across the stage. "The jazz age, I think... so... I'm guessing... trumpet?"
"That is correct!"
The cheetah-taur's head dropped low as shi got another dose. Hir hypersensitive body twitched as more metal bits formed: a mechanical ear, a telescoping, taste-bud-laden tongue, bits of skin in patches. Shi looked a combination of robot and flesh, but still about 30-70 biological. The ratio went to 40-60 over the next few minutes. Hir engorged horse-shaft added another half-foot and a pint in volume for each gush of pre. The scent swamped the audience, many of whom surreptitiously reached for their crotches to rearrange a sudden erection. The cheetah's thick pelt floofed up as pleasurable sensations reached hir partly-mechanical brain, which was programmed to amplify and repeat that pleasure. Hir chest jiggled as the double-Ds swung side to side. The cheetah-taur's hind legs trembled, threatening to give out as more pleasure wracked hir growing body.
Lucifer looked a far cry from when shi first stepped on stage as a slim male. The taur was big and beefy, with wide haunches and a heavy upper chest. Hir testicles were now several times the size of hir head, swollen enough to wrap nearly entirely around hir bound legs. Hir sheath pulled back as hir length surged outwards, still growing, fattening up, as wide around now as the fox hosting the show. Lucifer's turquoise eyes shone brighter as shi lifted hir head, gazing over the audience. Hir computer-enhanced brain focused on the fox, showing diagrams and routes, plotting the best way to get him on his hands and knees beneath hir. It took only a few seconds for the taur's enhanced intelligence to plan it all out. Shi smiled, but closed hir eyes and gasped as more pleasure twitched across hir flanks. Hir balls ached with need, desperate for release. Even with hir new circuitry, thinking was difficult... so hard... like hir cock... and hot... like hir pussy... shi moaned again, loud, long, uncaring what people watching thought as hir massive shaft reared up, dumping a gallon or so of pre-cum onto the stage. It earned her a polite round of applause.
The host was about to ask the next question, but Lucifer's loud groan interrupted him. Hir insides were now partly mechanical as well: a complex robotic heart pumped hir blood while one of hir kidneys got an upgrade. The robotic system also took control of hir brain's signals to orgasm. Before shi could stop hirself, Lucifer ordered hirself to cum. The results were immediate and impressive. With hir arms still pulled out to the sides, the cheetah-taur lunged forward into the restraints. Hir cock flexed up, smacking hard into hir lower body, as jet after jet of warm white seed shot up into the air in front of hir on the upswing, then straight out and down towards the floor when hir massive cock lowered. The first three rows of audience members in front of hir dove for their plastic sheets as the whole place erupted in cheers. The cheetah's breasts jiggled and swayed; one was half machine now, but still supple and smooth when touched. Hir cock came hard, gushing like an open fire hose, as hir brain kicked into overdrive, stimulating hir further, elongating the normal experience.
"What a show!" the host said, taking a step back as thick white cum rolled over the stage towards his podium. Several stagehands appeared to undo the restraints on the taur. The host edged closer to the cameras, away from the splurting shaft and the cheetah attached to it. The fox grinned into the cameras. "Quite the showing from Lucifer! No 'bots' about it!"
The fox was quite pleased with his pun, but not nearly as pleased when a large paw grasped him by the nape of the neck and shoved him forward. He landed on all fours and yelped as a searing heat burned his suit right off his backside, leaving it in tatters.
"Target... acquired," the semi-robotic cheetah-taur said. There was a definite electric buzz to how shi sounded now.
The host cried out in dismay as the still gushing erection shoved under his tail. Lucifer brought hir forelegs together around either side of the fox's head, so that when shi shoved forward, his shoulders stopped him from moving, forcing hir massive length to spread him open. Cameras zoomed in on the fox's screwed-up expression and wrinkled muzzle. The cheetah-taur, meanwhile, let out a growl as hir tip popped into the small male's body, forming an immediate swell in his stomach.
"Mission... success!"
The cheetah grasped hir heavy breasts with hir paws, one mechanical, one flesh, and humped in harder, sinking several feet into the fox's squirming body. Already his stomach was bloating with the amount of thick, sticky horse seed the cheetah-taur's robotic balls could produce.
"We'll... be... urp! Right back!" the host managed, a moment before horse jizz poured from his muzzle and nostrils. The cheetah-taur growled again, not letting up even as some of the otter stagehands attempted to guide hir offstage. The cameras faded to black as the taur's massive shaft carried the fox offstage.
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