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Hiro (C) LordBoo42

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"Welcome to Muscle or Nah? The brand new game show from Danathco!"

Audience members cheered at the announcement in the studio. Seats surrounded a central stage in a circle. In the middle of the stage, a small platform rose a foot or so above the wooden planks. On the back wall, twenty large screens hung in a grid of four rows. Each screen lit up with a number from one to twenty in a large gold font.

From the wing, a dapper red fox in a black suit strolled out, holding a tall and thin microphone. He waved to the crowd as the applause died down.

"Thank you, and welcome to Muscle or Nah?, the game show where contestants compete to win fabulous prizes in the form of bigger bodies!" the fox said, to another round of applause. "Each contestant will choose a screen, receive the reward from that screen, and then choose whether to continue playing the game. Just over half of the screens will reward players with muscle growth and another set will reward players with enlargements in more personal areas."

The fox beamed at the crowd as he continued explaining the basics of the game.

"Additionally, there are four 'super screens' with special effects. The Wheel of Fate will bless a contestant with an additional random transformation; Super Muscle Bang Bang will confer five times the usual dose; when 'Fluffer' is revealed, one of the stars of A Matter of Inches will take to the stage to help encourage the contestant to reach their climax; and finally, the Twinkification Whammy, which not only removes any muscles gained during the program, but ups the cuteness factor of the contestant by up to ten times! It's scientifically proven!"

The host grinned and turned towards the screens, which blinked and rotated, randomizing the potential choices.

"Each contestant can continue to choose until they decide to stop for fear of hitting the Whammy or until they shoot their load on stage. Contestants must remain on the pedestal or they're disqualified," he said, wrapping up. "With those rules in mind... it's time to play-"

The crowd jumped in, shouting the name of the show in unison: "MUSCLE! OR! NAH!"

Round 1: Hiro (DaBoo)

The host walked to the center of the stage, long fluffy tail waving behind him.

"The screens are set and ready for our first contestant... please welcome to the stage... Hiro!"

The crowd broke into more applause and cheers as a lanky wolf made his way down the steps. Hiro reached a bit past five feet in height and looked like a normal gray wolf from above the hips, but the crowd's reactions changed from applause to envious stares as it became clear the lithe male already had a few advantages, namely an incredible bulge in his sweatpants that stretched from his hips down to the ankle of the right leg. The wolf's tail wagged happily behind him as he climbed onto the stage and stood next to the host, who glanced nervously at the skinny contestant.

"So, Hiro, why do you want to play Muscle or Nah?" the fox asked.

Hiro grinned. "Hey, you can always go bigger, right?"

The wolf's package stirred with excitement, causing the entire lewd bulge to ripple under the sweatpants. The length was thick, at least as thick as the wolf's own hips, an astoundingly sized maleness already.

"I... I guess so," the fox stammered, taking a step to the side as the bulge shoved forward. Studio cameras zoomed in, catching the motion. "In that case, let's get ready to play! Please take your place on the pedestal, and remember, lose your wad and lose the game!"

Hiro grinned again and turned around, back to the audience, facing the screens along the back wall. He stripped off his shirt, revealing a smooth backside and flat belly, then pulled his stretched sweatpants down. Audience members giggled and gasped as nearly four feet of purplish-blue maleness spilled out and slapped onto the pedestal, quivering as it lay across his feet. It hung heavily over his equally gargantuan gray-furred sac, which sunk low, pulled down just past his knees, each orb about twice as large as his head.

The fox stepped behind a small acrylic podium on one side of the stage and placed his microphone into a holder. A small control panel would allow him to reveal the secret of each screen as the contestants announced their choices.

"Time to make the first decision, Hiro. Which screen do you want to choose?"

Hiro pressed his fingers into his lower jaw and stared intently at the banks of televisions, scanning the numbers for a moment. He brushed some of his black hair away from his eyes and nodded.

"I choose..."

The host prodded the contestant. "What's your choice, Hiro?" the fox asked, swishing his tail.

"Um... I choose... 14!"

The lights in the studio dropped. All the screens except for number 14 went dark. The host reached for the control panel.

"Very well... you've selected..."

The host pressed the button. On the screen, the word "MUSCLE" appeared in all caps. It spread to all twenty screens as the lights flicked back on.

"Muscle!" the host announced.

Around the pedestal on which Hiro stood, half a dozen small nozzles rose quickly from the stage. They sprayed a pink mist around the skinny wolf, then retracted, all within a few seconds. Hiro coughed as he inhaled an aerosol dose of Danathco's Patented Transformation Chemicals, which had at least one immediate effect: the legendary libido boost provided by the drugs caused the wolf's already massive shaft to lurch forward, fattening up significantly. The tip, already larger than the wolf's hips, let out a spurt of clear pre-cum that drizzled down the sides of the pedestal.

Hiro groaned as he felt the chemicals go to work. His gray pelt twitched and he rubbed at his belly as he felt a hardness to his stomach there hadn't been before. Cameras zoomed in, capturing the faint outline of a six-pack somewhere under all the fur, visible as his fingers brushed across.

The host gave Hiro a minute to enjoy the process, but things were only just heating up. The more doses the wolf received, the quicker the growth would come and the hornier he'd be.

"Okay, Hiro. There are 10 Muscle screens left, 5 Package screens, and all of our special screens still in play," the host said. "Going to keep going?"

"Let's keep going!" the wolf said.

The numbers reappeared across the screens, though the number fourteen was crossed out with a large red "X".

"Very well! Choose your next number!" the host said.

"Eight!"

All the screens but the eighth shut off as the lights dimmed. The host waited a moment to increase the tension, fingers hovering over the button on his control panel.

"You chose number eight... and you've got..."

The fox pressed the button. The screen lit up.

"Muscle!"

Another mist-delivered dose of chemicals surrounded the wolf, who inhaled deeply. His pecs twitched, growing more defined. The wolf moaned as his shaft lifted up off the ground at the tip, trying to rise upwards, but quickly flopped back down, expelling another burst of pre-cum as it did. Hiro rubbed his arms, feeling the biceps growing into place, and slid his paws down his stomach before moving to caress the base of his huge maleness.

"Nnnggg... feels... good," he groaned, eyes closing.

"Looks like Hiro is already feeling the effects! How long can the wolf last?" the fox asked the audience, before turning his attention back to the contestant.

Hiro shuddered as his pelt rippled across his figure. He didn't look too much different yet - nothing a few months at the gym couldn't have accomplished. A before and after comparison went up on the screens, but the results at the moment weren't so impressive just yet.

"Let's continue," the host said. "Are you going to keep playing, Hiro? You have a 1 in 18 chance of getting the Twinkification Whammy at this point."

"I need more! Give me number 11!" the wolf said, both of his paws firmly wrapped around the base of his massive shaft now.

"You've got it!"

The fox smacked the "11" button. This time, instead of "MUSCLE," the word "PACKAGE" flashed onto the screens, to cheers from the audience.

Another dose of chemicals surrounded the panting wolf as the host leaned into his microphone.

"Looks like our contestant is getting extra lucky! Two muscles and a package so far!"

Hiro's tongue flopped out of his muzzle as the directed dose worked its way into his body, focusing on his balls and shaft rather than his muscles this time. His length lifted off the pedestal again, only to flop back down with a heavy thud. Hiro leaned over, growing, knees spreading to allow his huge sac to drape down between them. He hugged his shaft and leaned backwards, pulling it off the floor and holding it against his chest and belly. The length flexed, growing harder by the moment, especially now that a dose of chemicals spurred additional growth. Hiro's eyes squeezed closed as he felt his hips buck uncontrollably; a few blasts of clear pre-cum shot from the oversized tip, splattering onto the stage floor half a dozen feet away. The purplish-blue length bucked on its own a few time, lunging against Hiro's arms as he grasped at it, trying to hold himself still.

The wolf panted hard as he felt the throbbing veins crossing the length fatten up, delivering even more power to his maleness. It surged at least six inches in length in a mere minute or so - maybe not so impressive on such a large shaft to start with, but the accompanying pleasure made Hiro dizzy. He leaned forward, almost stumbling off the edge of the stage before catching his balance.

"Careful!" the host called out. "Remember, if you leave that pedestal, it's game over!"

The wolf groaned and leaned back, steadying himself. He held his cock tight, but the length draped over his arms, with the head reaching almost to the bottom of his swollen sac, which now hung past his knees and to his twitching calves.

"Good thing Hiro got those muscle doses or he wouldn't be able to carry that thing around!" the fox said. "Okay, Hiro... want to keep going? There are nine Muscle screens, 4 Package screens, and all of the Super Screens still in play. Pick a number to continue!"

"K-keep going," Hiro said, his voice a moan as his shaft lurched against his arms, splattering another section of the stage with warm pre-cum. "Twelve!"

As before, the screens blacked out. The host smacked the button, accelerating the pace now as the game got going into full gear.

"Your fourth choice is... MUSCLE!"

Hiro let out a low howl as the chemicals coated his fur, soaking into his skin and entering his body through his rapid panting breaths. His chest swelled, each pec twitching uncontrollably for the cameras as they pressed outwards, stretching his pelt. The wolf's massive blue shaft hid his belly, but the cameras picked up the growth in his backside. His rump hardened, dimpling on the sides as he clenched his glutes, while his thighs thickened up considerably, which wa fortunate considering the size of the shaft he was hauling around.

Hiro shivered, moving his arms now, trying to stroke his growing length. The head rose upwards, throbbing, each burst of pleasure causing it to grow up, soon lifting past the wolf's arms. Hiro groaned as he felt the dribble of pre-cum from the tip slide down the bulging urethra and over his gray-furred arms, soaking into his skin. His heavy nuts lifted and sagged rhythmically with his breathing as he flexed his backside, feeling the stretch of his pelt and loving it.

"Okay, Hiro... Muscle or Nah?" the host asked, after a few nervous glances at the wolf's oversized package.

"Muscle," the wolf gasped. "I choose... number... two!"

This time, the screens didn't go dark. Instead, red lights flashed throughout the studio and the screens lit up a bright white color. A siren sounded and the pedestal Hiro stood on began to spin slowly clockwise, turning him around to face the audience.

"You've chosen the Wheel of Fate!" the host announced as the wolf spun to face forward.

Lights flashed around the stage floor, illuminating the planks surrounding the pedestal, forming a wheel all the way around the wolf. A huge variety of possible outcomes were listed:

Tripod

To Arms

Hairy Situation

I Musk Ask You a Question

Productive Package

Double Dick Delight

Pectacular

Tail Tales

Biception

Brutician

Would You Like Tits With That?

Taurific

"Once the Wheel of Fate decides, you'll receive that additional transformation for the rest of the show!" the host declared. "Hiro... are you ready to spin?"

The wolf grunted, trying to focus as his aching shaft lifted higher into the air. Because of his huge size, getting fully erect took quite a while, and only now, after five full doses of the lust-inducing serum, was he getting there. He nodded and bit his lower lip, trying to pay attention to more than the growing need in the root of his hugeness.

The lights surrounding the pedestal blinked to life, spinning faster and faster around him. One by one, the options disappeared, until only two remained: Pectacular and Biception. As the spinning slowed, the host announced the play-by-play.

"Looks like it's between Pectacular and Biception... the Wheel is slowing... it's coming to a halt... it's... it's..."

The whole audience leaned forward as the spotlights flashed on, blinding Hiro.

"Biception!"

An extra long burst of pink mist surrounded the gray wolf, soaking him thoroughly. It evaporated within moments, leaving his fur dry, and immediately went to work. Hiro's arms squeezed around his length, hugging into the semi-hard length so tightly the blue flesh of his throbbing maleness wrapped over them entirely, hiding most of his arms from view - but not for long.

The wolf gasped as his arms swelled, visibly increasing in size, growing harder and larger. He released his length, shuddering as the semi-hard length pressed outwards, drooping down from it's own weight, and lifted his arms into the air to either side of his head, flexing them. Balls of muscle as large as his head formed under his pelt, causing an excited "ooh!" from the audience. Cameras focused in tightly, monitoring the growth, as he turned each arm over, flexing the triceps as well. Hiro groaned as his shaft lurched upwards, only to fall back over the edge of the pedestal again, followed by a huge blast of pre-cum that washed down the planks towards the edge of the stage. A few audience members in the front row giggled and pointed as streams of seed splattered so close by.

Hiro let out a moan as he flex his biceps again. They'd swollen to more than twice their original, fairly flat physique from before, and were the most muscular part of his body at this point. Sure, the formerly smooth wolf sported a bit of a six pack and some impressive thighs, as well as a tight rump that kept clenching beneath his long tail, but those biceps looked like they belonged on another body altogether.

"Time to keep playing, Hiro," the fox announced, satisfied with the timing and wanting to push the wolf on. "What's it going to be? Pick a number or stop now? Remember, the Twinkification Whammy is still on the board!"

The wolf grunted, arms squeezing, fists curled up near his ears, as he leaned back, lifting his entire huge stalk into the air, sending ropes of pre-cum splattering the audience members directly in front of him in the crowd, to laughs and cheers from those not getting smeared with seed.

"Five!" the wolf gasped out.

The host pushed the button, trying not to stare as the wolf's body continued to fill out. No longer a 90-pound weakling (albeit one with a massive schlong), he now looked like he went to the gym every single day, though with his overblown arms it was clear he'd skipped leg day.

"You've chosen... muscle!"

Hiro panted hard now as the next dose hit him, filling his nostrils and sending tingles of electric pleasure from the root of his cock up to his tip. The huge length lifted higher into the air as his belly hardened further, deepening the cuts of muscle in his thick pelt. His hamstrings stretched outwards as he leaned back, counterbalancing the weight of his nearly five-foot maleness, almost as tall as he was. His tail helped with the balance as he tried to remain firmly in the center of the pedestal, mindful that stepping outside of it would end his run.

But leaving the pedestal wasn't the wolf's only problem. His cock lurched upwards again and again as his muscles hardened and grew, able to keep his maleness upright for longer periods of time. Audience members scrambled out of the way and shielded themselves with jackets as the pedestal spun the wolf around, showing off his growing physique from every angle. Hiro reached out, grasping as his maleness, pulling it up against his belly and chest, moaning with lust as his huge biceps crushed into the sides, squeezing his erection like nothing ever had before. The top side slide against his pecs, now protruding nicely, rubbing along the sensitive skin, urging even more thick clear fluid from the tip.

"We're picking up the pace now," the fox at the podium said, to cheers from the audience. "Looks like Hiro is ready to blow! Quick, what's your choice? Remember, the Twinkification Whammy is still out there!"

"Twenty!" Hiro gasped, not hesitating.

All the lights in the studio went dark, save for a single spotlight on the moaning wolf. The sound cut, only to be replaced by a slowly building wail. The siren pitched higher as it grew louder, and an extra set of nozzles rose from the floor around the pedestal.

"It's Super Muscle Bang Bang!" the host screamed over the siren.

A constant stream of chemicals blasted the wolf, hiding him entirely from view in a cloud of pink mist. Slowly the lights on the stage came back as the wail faded, all the while with the audience cheering and applauding.

"That's five doses at once, all focused directly on building muscle!" the fox said, trying to move his podium a bit farther towards the edge of the stage. "What will happen to Hiro now?"

As the pink mist faded, the results were already becoming clear. Hiro huffed and moaned, chest rising and falling rapidly. The formerly skinny wolf's chest exploded outwards, puffing up, thickening all around. Slabs of pec meat shoved forward over top of a hard, dimpled eight-pack of pure stud. His round bubble-butt shoved backwards, so much like a shelf it could serve as a cocktail bar. His already oversized biceps tripled in girth, forcing his shoulders to stretch to accommodate. The wolf's neck disappeared into a bulk of meat growing from his rippling backside, where his pelt clung to each and every crevice from his shoulders to his lower back.

The pedestal spun around slowly, showing off the wolf's crazy growth. He humped his hips, flexing his arms and ass, stomping down with his feet, planting himself onto the pedestal as his calves bulged. The before and after pictures returned on the screens, complete with weight and height statistics. The burst of growth put Hiro well over six feet tall now and at nearly 250 pounds, twice what he weighed before.

The wolf's brow furrowed as he reached out, using his enlarged paws to grasp the skin of his flexing blue shaft, pulling it back upright as his body continued to ripple and grow, fattening up from head to toe with pure, unadulterated wolf-muscle. Even his tail thickened and strengthened as it swung behind him. The big male's thighs squeezed around his oversized sac, putting incredible pressure on the bloated nuts.

"Five doses at once!" the host repeated, speaking loudly above the wolf's constant moans. "Will he cum? Can he hold on? Hiro! Will you keep going? There are eight Muscle screens left, four Package screens, the Fluffer screen, and the Twinkification Whammy! What is your choice?"

The wolf's pecs danced as he wrapped his meaty arms around his pole, stroking his incredible maleness roughly, smearing the thick warm pre-cum from the tip to the base. He shoved his hips upwards, pumping into his beefy biceps, eyes narrowed, blazing with lust, as he found himself irresistibly humping his own swollen, massive arms.

"Remember, Hiro, if you hit the Twinkification Whammy, you'll lose all those gains!" the fox cautioned. "And if you spill your load, it's game over!"

The wolf's humping pace didn't slow as he gnawed on his lower lip, shuddering and moaning, his whole body flexing into his cock, pressuring it, swinging his massive sac back and forth against his bulging thighs and shins.

Hiro's surprisingly deep voice gasped out an answer: "Fifteen!"

All the screens but fifteen went dark. The host waited a moment to push the button, letting the cameras get a few good close ups of the wolf's incredible arms squeezing against and around his oversized shaft, forming a tube of muscle for the length to spear through, again and again and again, between that pair of beefy pecs and against the hard eight-pack belly.

"Number fifteen reveals... Muscle!"

Another blast of chemical mist soaked into the wolf's urgent body. Hiro's eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure rocked him to the core, sending violent paroxysms of pleasure into his sac, which pulled up tight under the base of his stalk. His whole body swelled even larger, with even the veins visible under his pelt at this point as they carried more power to his hips, legs, arms, and back.

Hiro groaned, erratic thrusts making him step backwards and forwards on the pedestal, nearly off-balancing him. He didn't stop humping, though, and as the pedestal rotated again to show off his growth, huge globs of pre-cum splattered a good chunk of the middle rows, where audience members thought they ought to be safe. The blue shaft lurched and flexed, smacking back into the wolf's chest, the tip going nearly over his shoulder and bending backwards before flinging itself forward, launching even more clear seed to the back rows.

The nearly 300-pound wolf misjudged the swing of his length, as the sheer heft of the maleness pulled him forward just as the pedestal was turning back around. He tried to lean back, but inertia got hold of his massively muscular form.

"You've got to choose whether to keeaahahh!"

The fox at the podium had glanced away at the wrong time. He looked up from his notes when he realized the lights dimmed, only to see the reason why: the massively engorged shape of the wolf falling towards him. Hiro hadn't just toppled over; the hyper-armed, hyper-cocked beast tried too hard to stay on, and inadvertently launched himself off the pedestal towards the host, who stared upwards, muzzle open wide, as hundreds of pounds of flexing cock-meat sailed towards him. Hiro's legs pumped, but he couldn't stop what happened next.

The crowd winced in unison as the beefy wolf landed cock-first on top of the host. Hiro groaned as he felt the warm body of the male beneath him wriggling and pressing, and shoved his hips forward uncontrollably.

"Hey! Hiro! I'm sorry, but you've lost!" the wolf gasped out, using both arms to try to lift the incredible five-foot length off his chest and face as cameras zoomed in on the scene. "We'll be right barrghh!"

The wolf's roar filled the studio and the wolf's load filled the host's muzzle. Huge biceps wrapped around both fox and cock, squeezing them together, as the tip blasted white seed straight into the squirming male's face, soaking him from ears to tail in seconds. The orgasm sent tremors through Hiro, whose whole body flexed as he rapidly pumped against the fox's suit, gushing load after load until the host was barely visible under all the thick seed coating him.

The cameras followed the action for a few moments longer before the director reluctantly cut to commercial, with the overgrown, bicep-laden wolf still desperately humping the squirming fox trapped against the massive stalk.

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