Jon and Sharon sat in a small, poorly lit holding cell with concrete floors and barred windows, a feeling of dread tangible in the air.

“We-- we shouldn’t have done that-- fuck…”  Jon stammered, anxiously pushing his fingers through his curly brown hair. ‘Why did we think that was a good idea?’ He was severely regretting his life choices.

“We’ll get through this-- I’m sure of it…  I know we can do it,” Sharon muttered as she took Jon’s hand and gave it a squeeze.  Long, wavy strawberry blond hair fell past her face and shoulders, draped over her petite form.  Despite her words of reassurance, she didn’t have a lot of faith that everything would actually be okay.

The two sat quietly, with nothing but their beating hearts and panicked breathing to break the silence.  The week prior, the couple had thought it a good idea to get in a car and drive while drunk.  While Jon had driven, Sharon shared the guild by way of egging him on and insisting he take them home from a wild party.  While no one was killed, their car barreled into the side of someone’s house and caused a great deal of damage.  Unlucky for them, the State of Union e bGovernment didn’t show lenience, and alas, they found themselves taken into custody and told they were to participate in a sadistic game of some kind.

“Why did you insist I drive when we were both clearly drunk?”  Jon asked accusingly, casting a resentful glare toward Sharon.

Sharon looked at him with anger.  “We’re both responsible, don’t fucking pin this all on me,” she nearly yelled.  “I know we were drunk, but I clearly remember only asking you a couple of times before you insisted you were well enough to drive.”

“I--,” Jon started to speak but quickly stopped and bit his lip, holding back his words.  He let go of Sharon’s hand and clenched his fists, taking a deep and slow breath. ‘Calm down…  She’s right-- I can’t blame her for all of this.” It was hard not to feel resentful, but if he was going to feel that way, he would direct the sentiment toward himself.

Footsteps sounded from the distance and got closer, causing the couple to nervously squirm and sweat.  The moment of reckoning was surely upon them.

The door was unlatched and a burly, bearded guard stepped in, with two others behind him.  “Come on.  Move it,” he grunted, seeming unamused by everything.

The two walked down the cold, gray hallway, trembling with each step.  Despite their earlier fighting, they grabbed each others’ hands and silently prayed they would get out of the upcoming trial intact.  The puishments enacted by the SOU government were widely known and generally served as a crime deterrent for most.

“We’ll make it through this,” Jon muttered, mirroring Sharon’s earlier words of encouragement.  Said words rang as hollow, neither expecting to come out of their judgment unscathed.

A few minutes later, they exited through a reinforced door and entered an area that gave the couple backstage vibes.  Sharon looked around and her eyes suddenly widened in horror as she began to tremble.  This couldn’t be real-- this couldn’t be right; there was no way in hell.  “Jon…”  She whimpered.

Jon closed his eyes tightly and stopped in his tracks.  He saw it clearly as well; this was an outcome they hoped against.

“Move it along,” the guard insisted, prodding Jone with a knightstick he kept latched to his belt.  

Jon winced and kept moving, noting the gun and taser also hanging from the guard’s hip.  If he didn’t obey, she’d surely be on the wrong end of one of those soon enough.

They were brought onto a stage with bright lighting, rendering them unable to see into the darkness of what they could guess was sthe audience.  There was a set of two podiums on the right side and a matching set to the right.

Tears streamed from Sharon’s face as the two were directed to the left-hand podiums by the guard.  Once reluctantly standing behind it, she locked eyes with Jon, who was starting to tear up while his lip quivered.  “Jon-- this…”  She took a slow breath to steady herself.  “This is the Penalty Show,” she whispered.

Jon shook his head.  “Fuck-- fuck this…  There’s no way, man…”  He felt ready to have an anxiety attack.

“Hello, Jon and Sharon!”  A masculine, charismatic voice chimed.

The couple’s eyes shot toward the source, seeing a tall man with short, well-cut brown hair and a clean shaven face approached the center of the sage.  He had a pinstripe suit with stripes of varying shades of yellow over a white dress shirt.  His tie was similarly colored with geometric shapes and a glossy sheen.  “I hope you two are as excited as I am-- as excited as the whole country is.  You’re going to be stars,” he said with a wide, sparkling white grin.

“P-- Please!  Just let us serve time in prison…  We’ll go into debt paying fines as well.  Please don’t make us do this,” Sharon begged.

“Oh, sweetheart,” the man said with a look of feigned sympathy.  “I’m sorry to say, the choice is over my head.  And below my paygrade if I can toot my own horn for a moment,” he said with a jovial laugh.

Jon stared in disbelief; he had seen this man on television numerous times.  “Liam Langley…”  He stammered.

“The one and only!  Gameshow and talkshow host extraordinaire, Liam Langley at your service,” he chimed before taking a grandiose bow.  “The other couple should be arriving any minute.  Quite lucky for the two of you to get some alone time with a celebrity, huh?”  He stated innocently.

Jon had actually been a fan of Liam for years, but seeing him under these circumstances only servied to foster a wellspring of dread within his cold sweat-drenched body.

“Y-- You’ve got to be kidding me!”  Sharon cried, growing more animated.  “This is fucking sadistic!  How can you be okay with this!?”  She demanded.


“Oh, my!”  Liam scolded, wagging his finger with a look of disapproval.  “Let’s keep that nasty language down when the show starts, okay?”  He teased before flashing a cheeky grin.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, another frightened couple was escorted onto the stage and situated behind their podiums.  Jon watched with Sharon as the new two contestants argued and freaked out in front of Liam just as they had.  One was an obese middle-aged man with a clean shaved head and bushy red, gray-speckled beard; the other being a woman who looked to be in her late twenties, with dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail and similarly dark brown eyes.

“Fuck…”  Jon muttered with a shake of his head.  He was still waiting to wake up from this nightmare and realize it was all in his head.

“The rules are simple!  Everyone, paty attention,” Liam demanded.  “I will answer a series of questions.  Each team can discuss amongst themselves and can hit the buzzer five seconds after the question is presented.  If no team hits the buzzer after ten seconds have passed, both teams fail the question, receive a penalty, and we move onto the next question.  If one team gets the answer correct within the full ten second window, the opposing team will lose the round.  If a team fails a question, the other team gets a chance to answer.  If both teams fail the question, as you likely suspect, both teams receive a penalthy.” He pointed to a large timer bolted to the wall at the stage’s backside.  “Time will be tracked right here.”

Liam then cleared his throat and let out a hearty laugh, seeing the dismayed looks on each contestant’s face.  “Five seconds to discuss, another five to buzz in.  Losers take a penalty and its possible foth teams to lose around.  Understood?”  He paused for a moment before continuing.  “Ah, yes.  I should also note that armed guards will swarm the stage in a mere two or three seconds if any of you attempt to get too rowdy.”

The other couple muttered quietly, the older male sweating profusely.  Jon looked to Sharon with a look of abject despair but remained silent.  They both knew the rules quite well already, just as most of the country did.

Within a few minutes, the audience-facing lighting flashed on, revealing a plethora of well-dressed individuals sitting on comfy chairs and couches while giggling, grinning and sipping expensive liquor.  The cameras, however, only faced the stage so the important onlookers would retain their privacy.

“Time to introduce the contestants!  I’ll keep it brief since I know no one wants to be kept waiting,” Liam beamed, walking toward the edge of the stage with confident swagger.  “On the right side, we have Twenty-three year old Sharon Hicks!  She studied accounting and has just started to wet her feet in the world of financial management for big time companies!  Next to her we have her long time boyfriend, twenty-five year old Jon Winston!, who works hard as a programmer in the software industry.”

Liam then gestured toward the other side of the stage.  “On your left, we have Kyle and Janice Redford!  Kyle is forty-seven years old and has worked in chemical engineering and biology.  Janice is twenty-nine years old and has found her calling in the fields of history and English literature.  Please give our four contestants a round of applause!” At that, the crowd erupted into a measured clapping.

“Let’s get started, shall we?”  Liam continued.

Sharon repeatedly blinked; everything was going far too fast.  They were starting already?  “Wait! I--”

“Our first question is in the realm of ancient history!”  Liam dramatically stated after pulling a card from his pocket and reading it.  “Who was the last emperor of Rome's Julio-Claudian dynasty?  Additionally, how old was he when he died?  The timer starts now!”  At that, generic elevator room music flooded the room.

Jon and Sharon  looked at each other in pure horror, with Jon being the first to speak.  “I don’t-- I don’t have any damn clue.  Do you?”  He asked in desperation.

Sharon froze in place, her mouth agape as she struggled to get words out. “I’m not-- I’m not sure, I just…”  Her eyes darted back and forth as she desperately tried to remember any information from past history classes.

“Bzzzzz!” 

Janice hit the buzzer, sealing her team as first to answer.  “The last emperor of the Julio-Claudian dynasty was Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, who died at the age of thirty on June 9th, 68 AD,” she confidently stated.

“That is correct!”  Liam excitedly cried out as the number “1” appeared on the digital counter in front of Janice and Kyle’s podiums.  “Jon and Sharon will now receive a penalty!”

“W-- Wait, NO!” Jon screamed while Sharon just stammered and trembled while tears rolled down her face.  Jon suddenly groaned and shook as his body erupted in a fuzzy, nearly unbearable heat.  His insides churned and swirled while bones throughout his body popped and cracked, including his head and face.  As this happened,

Janice was about to scream in protest when she felt a small eruption deep within her body.  A potent warmth quickly inched through her, premeating her body’s every cell.  Simultaneously, her nipples spasmed and ached, straining against her bra and the fabric of her shirt.  “Ugghh!”  Her cheeks flushed crimson as the audience laughed and cheered, a layer of sweat soon coating her glistening, feminine frame.  Seconds later, her pants tightened, her hips, ass, and thighs plumping up as the dark blue denim creaked in protest.  “W-- what are you--” she began to protest when a loud ‘pop!’ sounded from her mouth.  She reached up in horror, brushing a trembling hand over her nose and lips.  If she wasn’t on Penalty Show, she’d deny what she knew tto be the truth.  Her nose had flattened to her face ever so slightly, her mouth jutting out half an inch further than before.

Jon alarmingly experienced similar changes, down to the tightening of his pants.  “N-- No!!!”  He stumbled back and felt his ass and thighs plump up.  An angry throb ripped through his crotch, causing his dick to quiver and spasm.  “W-- Wait! This-- n-- no,  please!”  He screamed while the crowd jeered and pointed, wholly caught up in the throes of sadism.  Beore he could reach down and desperately uncover what was happening between his legs, his nipples lit up with agonal shocks, as if jabbed by tiny needles.  In the following seconds, his chest swelled, soon nearly resembling a prebuescent girl in need of a training bra.  “F-- FUck-- fuck!”  He cried while his mouth and nose followed Janice’s lead, taking on a slightly less human shap eand appearance.

“Oh, my!  That is a great look on you two!  You might need to ask Janice for some breast care tips later, Jon!”  Liam laughedd with the audience did the same in turn.

When all was said and done, Jone stood trembling while glancing down in disbelief. “I-- I don’t…  I don’t want to be female,” he gasped as tears welled in his eyes.  He had seen it before and these symptoms could only mean one thing.

“Time for the next question!”  Liam cheered, flashing a toothy white smile.  “This is an easy one!  Living cells are composed of three main components.  The membrane, the nucleus, and what?”  He asked dramatically.

Sharon still reeled, her body shaking, trembling and sweating profusely.  “I don’t-- fuck-- fuck…  J-- Jon??”  She squeaked, panting for breath as her pants creaked.

Jon  stared at Sharon with a stupefied expression.  What the hell was he even supposed to say?  Cell biology?  He had no damn clue; maybe if he had a minute to think, it would come to him, but his mind was a jumbled mess.

The buzzer sounded and Kyle answered.  “That would be the cytoplasm,” he stated with great confidence.

“That’s correct! Another point for the Redfords!”  Liam said with enthusiasm.

“N-- NO!!! THIS ISN’T FUCKING F-- AUUUUUGHHHH!” Sharon began to scream before letting out a guttural moan as dark brown fur sprouted on her hands and feet, spreading up her limbs.  “I-- I DON’T WAH-- WAHNNTHH-- EUUUUGH!” She wobbled as her ankles and feel cracked, causing her to nearly fall.  Her nose painfully pressed into her fase as her mouth portruded further.  All the while, her ears shited to a higher position and a nub-like tail tore through her jeans.  She felt humiliated and terrified as the audience jeered and whooped at her utter misfortune.

Jon became furious.  “You MOTHERFU-- F--Fuc--uggggh…”  He suddenly groanwed as his nipples painfully inflammed. His budding breasts inflated, pushing against his shirt and sending sensitive jolts through his chest. ‘I don’t want to be fucking female! THIS ISN’T FUCING FAIR!’ He internally screamed and shook his head.  His hips and thighs ached as his waist painfully pulled in, his ass and thighs plumping up further.  Most disturbing was the increasing tenseness betwixt his thighs. Waves of nausea rolled through Jon, causing him to double over while his nose and face followed Sharon’s lead, flattening and growing into something muzzle-like.  However, in Jon’s case, his pseudo-snoutt appeared broader and didn’t jut quite as far.  “I-- I pleshh…”  His tongue thickened, making it hard to pronounce words.

Sharon watched her boyfriend in disbelief, clearly seeing the shape of breasts expanding beneath his shirt.  When a tail sprouted from his backside, her eyes wandered down and saw his feet and ankles creaking and contorting.  Her mind blank, she glanced down in a state of numb shock, seeing her own feet had become something halfway between foot and hoof.  What were they becoming?  She didn’t know if she wanted the answer.  On top of all these new, unwanted sensations, there was a strange nagging inside of her; one of arousal and emptiness that pierced through the veneer of abject dread.

Jon’s new tits inflated into C cups, causing the seams of his shirt to fray just slightly.  White bur with pale brown splotches found its way up his arms and legs, bringing an unbearable itchiness with it.  He grew hysterical, shoving a hand into his pants without a single care who watched.  Upon probing his crotch, he felt his cock withered to a mere two inches, his scrotum empty and taut, a pronounced indent forming down the middle.  “C-- Cuhm bahh…”  She wailed, trying to pull at the remaining flesh with her lithe fingers.  Her pseudo-clit convulsed with unwanted ecstasy, causing her to let out a wavering, bestial moan.  This was wrong-- so fucking wrong.  The whole country watched her transform, either jeering or pitying her.

Liam laughed and shook his head.  “I’d suggest you two try to answer a question correctly!  Give it a shot, okay?”  He then cleared his throat before continuing.  “How many separate stomachs does a cow have?”

Sharon’s eyes widened as she shakily slammed her hand on the buzzer before the other team could respond.  Fur now coated her legs, chafing uncomfortably against the denim. She was also fairly sure her breasts were leaking, but there wasn’t time to worry about the bizarre sensations assailing her. “F-- Fouhr!” She stammered, trying tot maintain her balance along with her sanity.

“That is incorrect!”  Liam cried out.  “Now the Redfords have a chance to steal the question!”

Jon’s jaw hung open as unintelligible gibberish flowed from her mouth.  “W-- Whash? N-- M-- Meeuugh…”  She gawked and trembled, as the fear within her mounted and churned.  She’d wake up from this bad nightmare soon, right?  Likewise, Sharon was equally aghast and befuddled, muttering how she thought she knew the answer under her bbreath.

Kyle smirked.  “Cows have one stomach.  Four separate compartments perhaps, but they are part of a single stomach.”

“That’s correct! A  third point for our lovely couple!”

“M-- Mm--oooooooh!”  Jon moaned as her breasts filled like water balloons.  In a matter of seconds, her thin cotton shirt torn asunder and her Double D tits spilled out, continuing to grow and convulve with painful sensitivity.  Likewise, her pant legs ripped as her increasingly squishy and full thighs popped out, showing off their glossy brown-splotched white fur.  She tried to hide herself and turn away in shame, but she could hardly move.  “F-- Fuch-- Y-- yo-moooooo!”  Her face jutted further as a set of horns poked through her scalp, with a tufted tail extending from his backside and flicking about frantically.  She learly felt a deep pressure expanding within her, marking his prostate’s transition into a life-bearing womb while his feminine sex gradually took shape between her legs.

“A-- Arrrghh!! N-- No-- neeeuuuugh!”  Sharon wailed as her facial bones shuddered and continued to reshape, jutting even further than Jon’s.  Deep brown fur moved over her abdomen and chest, her tits growing and threatening to tear her clothes apart.  “D-- Dohnt-- l-- lookth-- n-- neeeeuugh…”  She moaned and sniffed as her top and pants ripped simultaneously, her thick fur-coated assets exploding free for all the country to see.  Unlike Jon, her tail was coated in long, soft fur.  She shakily slid her fingers over her face, feeling the unnatural, elongated snout.  “H-- Horshe?...”  She gasped in disbelief as her pussy burned and seeped hot, sticky fluid.

“You should learn as much as you can about cows, Jon!  This information is going to be quite relevant to you after all-- oh, sorry.  Should I call you Joan now?”  He teased, flashing a wide grin.  At that, the audience laughed.

“F-- Fuck m-- moooooooooooooooo!”  Jon screamed and then moaned as her tits writhed and spasmed, leaking creamy fluid from her nipples.  Her nearly-formed vulva convulsed and twitched with new, foreign sensations she couldn’t properly describe. ‘’A cow? No-- no, this is a fucking nightmare.’ She lamented her current situation and was starting to understand that her and Sharon had already lost.  As her hips expanded, her underwear ripped off fully, leaving her naked from the waist down with a shirt ripped so badly her heaving, bouncy breasts hung free for the nation to see.  At this point, she might as well be wearing nothing.

“Onto the next question!  We’ll have to bring out the next batch of contestants for you lovely viewers soon,” Liam said playfully, offering a gleaming white grin to the cameras.  “Hattori Hanzo, a famous ninja of Japan’s Sengoku period, was known to serve which clan?”

Jon and Sharon didn’t think they could be any more mortified.  They both cried in protest, shaking their heads as they pleaded with Liam to save them.  Neither of them knew the answer; that much was completely obvious to anyone watching.

Janice buzzed in with a wide, triumphant smile.  “The Tokugawa Clan,” she stated calmly.

Sharon let out a bestial cr in response. “N-- Neeuuugh!”  Fur inched up her frame, nearly coating her entirely.  Her feet wobbled and she gripped the podium for dear life as her toes further fused while her ankles reshaped and elongated.  A shaky glance down confirmed a set of rounded horse hooves where her feet once were.  “Ne-- neeeeiigh!”  She whinnied as her sense of vision shifted, changing the way she perceived the world around her.  She didn’t want to be a horse-- a goddamn animal, but she couldn’t even express herself, only able to neigh in protest as her snout elongated and her head took on a mostly equine appearance.  Her tits expanded and leaked milk just as Jon’s, throwing her further off balance.  Everything felt wrong; she regretted getting drunk and getting in that car.  If she had only done things differently, she wouldn’t be here, with strangers sneering, pointing and laughing at her misfortune.

“M-- Mooooo!”  Joan cried as her fatter, more squared nuzzle pushed outward and reshaped.  Her ears inched toward the stop of her head, elongating as white fur quickly coated the newly shaped appendages.  Like Sharon, her sense of vision changed while her breasts grew impossibly large, becoming J cups larger than her head.  Her supple, well pronounced ass jiggled as she struggled, her center of gravity completely thrown off.  “M-- Meeeugh!”  She tried to yell obscenities, but her fat, clumsy tongue was incapable of enunciating human words.  

“We have staff who can help provide daily milkings as needed,” Liam said innocently, letting out a small chuckle.

Jon shot him a death glare but failed to maintain it as her pussy took full form, her sensitive clit nestled within her labia and beneath a fleshy hood.  A deep feeling of tingling emptiness permeated the full depth of her vagina, her hormones whispering unwatned suggestions into her mind.  ‘I-- I don’t want to be a woman-- a cow-- please…’  mournfully moaned while salty tears rolled off her cheeks.

Two armed guards appeared to the couple’s sides, waiting for the go ahead before continuing.

“Let’s bring our losing couple front stage for everyone to see and admire!”  Liam insisted, gesturing toward the guards.

Stuck in a state of fear and confusion, Jon and Sharon were prodded by the guards and forced to walk toward center stage.  As they walked, the full extent of their transformations were immediately apparent.  Sharon was fully coated in deep brown fur, with legs that became hooves below the knees, causing her to wobble with each step.  Her hips were impossibly wide, with a narrow waist and humongous tits larger than her head, which was more horse than human in shape.  All the while, her long-haired horse tail flitted behind.  Whether she liked it or not, Sharon was stuck in a state somewhere between horse and human, wholly unsuitable for a return to normal human life.

Joan whimpered and shook her head in disbelief as she marched forward, her own pendulous breasts bouncing and wobbling as she inched forward.  Her own hooves had a cloven shape, befitting her newly-minted bovine features.  Her hips stuck out wide, with a narrow waist just like Sharon.  White fur coated the entirety of her sultry form, with a lovely pattern of brown splotches strewn about as typical of a dairy cow.

They both stood terrified and humiliated, their tits and pussies on full display for the country to gawk at and admire.  Joan perhaps felt worse between the two, not even having a cock between her exposed legs.  “M-- Mooo…”  She stammered, putting her hands over her face as she broke down sobbing.

In response, Sharon closed her eyes tight and gritted her horse teeth, trying not to give them the satisfaction of her displaying shame.  Whether or not she put on an act, she couldn’t ignore the deep, unending shame that welled within.

“These two lovelies will be up for auction this weekend!  Let’s hope we can get them into loving forever homes,” Liam smoothly stated.

The couple had spoken of doing something to change up their lives, and it now seemed they would get their wish.