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“Question 4: Who was the first Female space traveler?”
    Immediately I realized that I didn’t know the answer. The first name to pop into my head was Sally Ride, but she was the first woman to become an American astronaut. The first woman in space was Russia Cosmonaut who I could never remember the name of.

    “20 seconds on the clock.”

    My heart pounded. I was about to blow up again. Everyone here was going to watch me spill out of my clothes. What would my friends say? What would Ellie say? I glanced at the screen which showcased my tits, ready to burst through my blouse on live TV. I was so caught up in my conflicting emotions that I nearly didn’t notice the question written below:
    “Who was the first Female space traveler?”

    That was clunky phraising. The question wasn’t “Who was the first woman in space.” Just like the previous question, this one had been carefully worded to confuse whoever had to answer it. The show runners were probably counting on that. Between the deliberately confusing questions and the emotional turmoil that comes with watching your body transformed against your will, it was practically guaranteed that contestants wouldn’t get more than a handful of correct answers.

    The audience was counting down again, eager to witness my continued fattening. “Five... Four...Three...Two…”

    “Laika!” I shouted. The audience went silent. Some of them looked at each other in confusion. For the moment no one was quite sure whether or not I’d answered correctly.

    “Do we have a last name?” Chris Kaiser asked.

    I shook my head, “Laika was a dog. She was sent into space as part of the USSR space program before any human.”

    “Well Tiff, the answer we were looking for was ‘Valentina Tereshkova.’”

    “Well then you were looking for the wrong answer.” I said it with more confidence than I felt. “The question was ‘Who was the first female space traveler.’ Not, who was the first woman in space.” I crossed my arms over my chest, partly to punctuate my point and partly to get my tits off screen.

    Chris frowned and placed two fingers to his left ear. He paused for a moment and I focused on keeping my breathing steady, my suspense weighing as much as the fifty pounds of fat it represented.

    “The judges say that that answer is correct!” There was the sound of a ringing bell and my platform rose another meter into the air and the fourth stripe went from an unilluminated plum to a bright violet as it lit up. Chris took a moment to address the audience directly, glaring at me before he turned to face the cameras.

    “You know, we on the Transformation Punishment Program take our role in corrections very seriously. Which is why we strive to make sure the game is fair even though the criminals we punish deserve everything that’s coming to them”

    The word “applause” flashed on the teleprompter, and the audience complied, but with restrained enthusiasm. He sliped his notecard back into his pocket and at that moment, though I was too far away to read what was printed on it, I was sure that the correct answer had been “Laika.” He turned back to face me, a glint in his eyes as he pulled a new card from his pocket.

    “Alright Tiff, You’re all tied up with two correct answers and weight in at exactly Two-hundred pounds. Are you ready for your next question?”

    “Stop calling me Tiff.” I snapped. Chris just tutted, shaking his head and read the next question:

“Question 5: Who was the Greek god of war?”

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“Question 4: Who was the first Female space traveler?”
    Immediately I realized that I didn’t know the answer. The first name to pop into my head was Sally Ride, but she was the first woman to become an American astronaut. The first woman in space was Russia Cosmonaut who I could never remember the name of.

    “20 seconds on the clock.”

    My heart pounded. I was about to blow up again. Everyone here was going to watch me spill out of my clothes. What would my friends say? What would Ellie say? I glanced at the screen which showcased my tits, ready to burst through my blouse on live TV. I was so caught up in my conflicting emotions that I nearly didn’t notice the question written below:
    “Who was the first Female space traveler?”

    That was clunky phraising. The question wasn’t “Who was the first woman in space.” Just like the previous question, this one had been carefully worded to confuse whoever had to answer it. The show runners were probably counting on that. Between the deliberately confusing questions and the emotional turmoil that comes with watching your body transformed against your will, it was practically guaranteed that contestants wouldn’t get more than a handful of correct answers.

    The audience was counting down again, eager to witness my continued fattening. “Five... Four...Three...Two…”

    “Laika!” I shouted. The audience went silent. Some of them looked at each other in confusion. For the moment no one was quite sure whether or not I’d answered correctly.

    “Do we have a last name?” Chris Kaiser asked.

    I shook my head, “Laika was a dog. She was sent into space as part of the USSR space program before any human.”

    “Well Tiff, the answer we were looking for was ‘Valentina Tereshkova.’”

    “Well then you were looking for the wrong answer.” I said it with more confidence than I felt. “The question was ‘Who was the first female space traveler.’ Not, who was the first woman in space.” I crossed my arms over my chest, partly to punctuate my point and partly to get my tits off screen.

    Chris frowned and placed two fingers to his left ear. He paused for a moment and I focused on keeping my breathing steady, my suspense weighing as much as the fifty pounds of fat it represented.

    “The judges say that that answer is correct!” There was the sound of a ringing bell and my platform rose another meter into the air and the fourth stripe went from an unilluminated plum to a bright violet as it lit up. Chris took a moment to address the audience directly, glaring at me before he turned to face the cameras.

    “You know, we on the Transformation Punishment Program take our role in corrections very seriously. Which is why we strive to make sure the game is fair even though the criminals we punish deserve everything that’s coming to them”

    The word “applause” flashed on the teleprompter, and the audience complied, but with restrained enthusiasm. He sliped his notecard back into his pocket and at that moment, though I was too far away to read what was printed on it, I was sure that the correct answer had been “Laika.” He turned back to face me, a glint in his eyes as he pulled a new card from his pocket.

    “Alright Tiff, You’re all tied up with two correct answers and weight in at exactly Two-hundred pounds. Are you ready for your next question?”

    “Stop calling me Tiff.” I snapped. Chris just tutted, shaking his head and read the next question:

“Question 5: Who was the Greek god of war?”