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Muscle or Nah? Episode 2

Psi (C) :iconPsiNei:

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(Intro explaining the game - feel free to skip if you know how it's played!)

"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!"

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The host stepped out onto stage after the commercial break, fur still damp from the result of the previous contestant's unexpected belly flop on top of him. The fox smiled at the audience and gamely held up his microphone.

"Welcome back to Muscles or Nah? We're jumping straight in with our second contestant of the night. Please welcome to the stage... Psi!"

The audience cheered as a slim, light brown ferret jumped to his feet and made his way to the stage. Psi's blue eyes gleamed in the spotlight and he brushed a paw through his brown hair as he stood on the stage next to the host, fidgeting a little with nerves.

"Welcome, Psi! Let's go over the rules. First, each round you can choose to stop playing or continue picking numbers. There are 11 Muscle cards, 5 Package cards, and 4 Super screens: Fluffer, Super Muscle Bang Bang, the Wheel of Fate, and, of course, the Twinkification Whammy!" The fox grinned. "If you lose your load or fall from the pedestal, your game is over! Are you ready to play?"

The ferret's long, striped tail twitched against the back of his thighs, across his black shorts. He smoothed his t-shirt out and nodded. "I'm ready!"

"Then let's play..."

The whole crowd jumped in to finish the sentence: "Muscle or Nah!"

The show's theme music blasted for a few bars as Psi climbed onto the pedestal, which would rotate throughout the show as he grew and transformed. The fox stepped behind his podium, where the control panel for revealing each screen sat waiting. Psi faced the back wall, eagerly eyeing the 20 different screens as they lit up with numbers. He pulled off his shirt and shorts, then his underwear, leaving himself standing naked in front of the cameras. In his excitement, his maleness poked free from his sheath.

"It's time to start. Psi, please choose the first number!"

"Hmmm..." the ferret murmured. "Let's go with 7!"

The fox raised his paw, extended a finger, and tapped the button for screen seven. The word "MUSCLE" flashed in big gold letters, and a moment later a cloud of pink mist enveloped the ferret on the pedestal, kickstarting his game.

The changes weren't much at the start: his chest filled out a bit and his belly hardened under his fur, but the ferret's pelt hid a lot of the underlying growth. As more doses came along, the transformations would accelerate.

Psi blinked as the transformational chemicals settled into his fur, absorbing into his skin in a matter of moments, while he inhaled more into his slender chest. The fur on the back of his neck stood up as he let out a squeak as his shaft lurched to life, hardening up in moments and flexing into his belly. He blushed as the pedestal spun him around and he realized the whole audience was staring right at him, but his tail wiggled when he returned to face the numbered screens again.

"Alright, Psi... if you want to keep going, choose another number!"

The ferret rubbed his arms and nodded his head. "I'll take number... nine!"

Once again, the host tapped the appropriate button. Screen nine lit up as the rest faded to black, revealing the word "MUSCLE" once more.

"Two in a row!" the fox called out, as the pink mist settled around the ferret.

Psi grunted. He could feel the effects more strongly now. A dribble of pre-cum rolled from the tip of his maleness as he pressed his paws into the light-colored cream fur coating his chest and belly, shuddering as the pelt stretched over the growing muscles beneath. His fingers pressed down as he moaned, shivering with pleasure induced by the chemicals. The ferret moved his paws towards his erection for a moment, then thought better of it, remembering that if he came, his game was over.

Psi's shoulders bulged outwards a bit, matching the growth in his pecs and abs. His legs remained fairly skinny, though his calves showed definite signs of growth as he shifted back and forth on the pedestal.

The fox at the podium waited a few more moments for the ferret to settle down before requesting the next choice.

Psi stared at the screens, licked his lips, and shivered as his cock gave a throb of urgency.

"Uh... I'll pick... um... um... three!"

The fox tapped the button and blinked when a blast of music filled the air. The screen faded, only to return with the word "PACKAGE" in bright purple lettering. Psi gasped as he was hit with another blast of chemicals, then moaned when he felt his aching cock stretch further from his sheath.

This time he didn't resist getting his paws on his stalk. He gripped himself as he felt his heart race. The feeling of growing fatter and longer into his own palms made him groan with pleasure and he didn't even notice the crowd this time as he spun around. He could feel the veins running down his shaft twitching and panted with need. The third dose focused on his balls as well, turning the small white-furred eggs into large white-furred eggs within a matter of moments.

The ferret's length continued to swell, nearly doubling in length, ending at almost a foot long and four inches or so thick. Psi wrapped both paws around his member, stroking the engorged skin, gasping as the sensitive rod flexed into his fingers. His toes curled on the stage and he abruptly pulled his hands away, then clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, struggling to keep pleasure from pushing him over the edge. The lightly defined pecs under his chest fur flexed as he curled his paws into fists at his sides and resolutely stared forward, determined to go farther in the game despite the state of his leaking member.

"Nice growth, Psi! The audience loves it!" the host said. "Now, you can keep going or stop here. There are nine Muscle screens, four Package screens, and all four Super screens left to play for, including the dreaded Twinkification Whammy!"

"Keep going!" the ferret said, his voice a groan. "May as well go for... number one!"

Another screen lit up with the purple "PACKAGE" text. Psi let out a squeak of pleasure as the mist supercharged his erection. Splatters of pre-cum pumped from the tip as it grew thicker and harder, angling out from the ferret's still-slim hips at a forty-five degree angle. He panted hard, slightly leaning over as his maleness throbbed angrily. Two Package doses in a row did a number on his libido, and his egg-sized nuts dropped lower, filling out before the lenses of the cameras until they were as big as baseballs.

The ferret's cock jerked, rising upwards, nearly completely upright, before falling down, the tip flinging pre-cum across the wooden planks of the stage. On the screens in the back, comparison shots of his erection before and after showed, complete with a ruler guide. When the pedestal finished spinning the ferret around, he opened his eyes, still breathing hard, and saw his shaft was now a solid eighteen inches of meat.

Even the thought of such a massive stalk jutting from his thighs made him bite his lower lip and squirm his feet back and forth. His knees bent and he clutched his fingers into his palms. The slim male closed his eyes and took a few deep, ragged breaths, trying to control the urges rushing through him.

"It's just the chems," he groaned. "Stay focused..."

The host leaned into his microphone where he'd placed it in the stand on the podium.

"Time to choose, Psi," he said. "Pick a number or stop where you're at? Remember, the Whammy is still on the board!"

Psi managed a grin. "What's the harm? Thirteen sounds like a good plan!"

A thick splatter of pre-cum pulsed from his tip as he finished speaking. The audience giggled as he ended up squeaking out the number rather than saying it, even as the fox pushed the button for the appropriate screen.

"PACKAGE" flashed in big purple letters again.

"Three in row!" the host exclaimed.

Psi dropped to his knees as the mist enveloped him. He leaned back, sitting on his feet, shoulders behind his hips, as his length violently jerked up and down, swinging fully between his knees to smack against the floor before lifting right back up to smack into his chest. A spray of clear pre-cum sprayed out in a single jet, arcing the entire way, leaving a cougar in the audience coated in ferret juice.

The ferret's angry red stalk swelled rapidly. Already a foot and a half long, it rapidly grew fatter than his wrist, then as fat around as his calf. He leaned back on his paws as he humped into the air, causing it to jerk and swing even harder. Another growth spurt pushed his tip outwards, farther and farther, stretching his sheath at the base, until he was, according to the screens measuring his growth, a full twenty-eight inches long. The pedestal spun him around twice because the three focused doses in a row took so long to work; by the time he felt the initial burst of lust fade and looked up, he was just under three solid feet in length - more than half of his own height.

The heavy stalk flopped onto the pedestal between his knees, squeezing down against the volleyball-sized orbs pressing outwards against his thighs. The ferret's fingers clenched and unclenched in the air above his massive length as he struggled not to grab it and stroke it and feel the pleasure he so desperately needed. Every fiber of his being demanded he cum, cum, cum!

But the slim male resisted, despite his shaft being thicker around at the base than his thigh. He bit his lip and tipped his head back, trying to breath slow and regular, until the host urged him to choose whether to continue.

"Keep playing?" the fox asked. "There are only two Package tiles left!"

"Nnnggh... whatever's behind... 18!" the ferret moaned.

The golden "MUSCLE" tile appeared as the rest faded. The ferret's pecs shoved outwards, definition swelling into being as he pressed his paws into his aching nipples. His cock swung upwards and landed on his belly as he struggled to stay upright and not simply fall off the pedestal then and there. The pink chemical mist infused into his system in moments, spurring the growth of his biceps and hamstrings, even tightening up his cute rump, making it a very impressive view when clenched.

The ferret moaned and gasped, dragging his fingers down his abs, feeling the hardness underneath. His three-foot length splattered again, leaking copiously, as his voluminous balls continued to expand, pushing his shaft up to point straight out from his hips as he knelt on the pedestal. His tail lay limp behind him, dragging over the edge as the pedestal rotated him to face the crowd. A few more people in the front row became collateral damage, including the cougar again, before he was spun back to face the screens.

No longer so slim, he looked like a hyper-hung gym rat now, though how he'd be able to use some of the equipment was a mystery.

"Time to choose," the host said, nervously eyeballing the ferret's growing physique. "Pick or quit? There are still plenty of muscle tiles as well as all the Super screens left."

"Have to give 20 a shot, at least," Psi gasped.

"The fourth Package!" the host declared, as the familiar purple lettering flashed on screen.

Psi's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his paws went flat against the pedestal behind his feet as he leaned back and stuck his hips out. The chemical mist saturated his angry red length, causing immediate growth. The tip surged outwards as the fourth Package dose infiltrated his bloated nuts, causing them to swell even larger. Wrist-thick dribbles of pre-cum pulsed from the tip, some of it rolling down his length to soak into the fur around his stretched sheath while a lot of it sprayed several feet in front of him. Veins as big around as his fingers wrapped around the huge stalk as the tip stretched farther and longer... the girth came even quicker as the massive dong hung from his hips, as big around as he was. He couldn't help himself now and leaned over, wrapping his arms around the huge stalk, pulling it up against his defined pecs and abs. The head reached past his face as he pressed his muzzle into the smooth, sensitive skin, both paws furiously masturbating the underside, fingers stretching to feel as much of his mega-cock as he could.

The pedestal spun three times around before the growth tapered off. From a regular-sized shaft to the behemoth now flexing in his arms, the attractive, muscular ferret somehow picked the lucky numbers. He shuddered and groaned constantly as he stroked his furry arms up and down eagerly, eliciting shots of seed that splattered the first five rows in the audience.

The fox behind the podium tugged at the collar of his freshly cleaned suit as he watched, wide-eyed, as the measurements popped up on screen. A direct side-by-side comparison showed just how big Psi grew: his cock was over four feet in length and could easily pass his own height if he hit the fifth dose. The monstrous cream-furred sac spilled over his buff thighs, each roiling orb the size of a champion pumpkin.

"Okay, Psi... do you want to keep going?" the host asked. "There's one Package screen left, a bunch of Muscle screens, and still all four Super screens."

"One more time... six!" the ferret said, his voice cracking as he leaned into his maleness, pressing his thighs into his balls, squeezing them down into the pedestal.

The lights in the studio went dark. Red sirens flashed after a moment and a siren wailed as the screens in the back lit up in pure white. Above the pedestal, lights flashed on, revealing the familiar outline of the Wheel of Fate.

"Yes, the Wheel of Fate!" the host shouted above the applause. "Psi, you'll be on the receiving end of a random transformation! The spin starts... now!"

The ferret barely moved as he leaned into his massive organ, hugging it against him as the circle of lights spun around the pedestal, turning the stage itself into the wheel. A variety of options were visible at first, though they blurred quickly as it sped up faster and faster.

Wheel of Fate:

Tripod

To Arms

Hairy Situation

I Musk Ask You a Question

Productive Package

Double Dick Delight

Pectacular

Tail Tales

Brutician

Would You Like Tits With That?

Taurific

One by one, options disappeared, blinking out so that the remaining could fill their places, until only two options remained spinning around the moaning, spurting ferret.

"It's going to be either Would You Like Tits With That? Or Taurific," the host said. "And the final result is... is... Would You Like Tits With That!"

Psi disappeared in a cloud of pink chemical spray, only his immense shaft sticking clear.

"And these aren't just any old tits," the fox continued, speaking louder as Psi's squeaks and moans grew in intensity. "These are certified triple-H breasts, thanks to Danathco's Patented Transformational Chemicals!"

Psi reappeared as the mist settled in. His chest swelled immediately, spreading outwards. A broad ruff of creamy fur formed between his pecs as they melted and spread into massive new breasts. His paws released his shaft, letting it swing out, bouncing over his huge sac, and cradled the growing orbs instead. The ferret's tiny pink nipples expanded quickly, filling his palms. The areolae stretched, displacing the soft cream fur, until each tit featured a fat shot-glass nipple situated on top of a small plate.

The brown, skinny male let out a groan as he leaned forward again. His huge chest spread around the waist-thick shaft jutting from his hips, and he took full advantage, rubbing himself up and down, up and down, dragging his new mammaries against the sensitive stalk. Ferret fingers pinched and teased at his thick nubs, causing him to moan even louder.

Each breast pressed outwards, hanging over his slim abs, three times the size of his head. Well over 70 percent of his mass at this point was cock, balls, or breasts, and the side-by-side comparison revealed as much. The ferret's muzzle hung open, drooling, as he leaned forward. The underswells of each massive orb draped over the base of his shaft, rubbing into his own massive nuts, squeezing his cock in between in a deliciously overboard ferret sandwich.

The pedestal spun back towards the screens, but the ferret's breasts continued to grow, so it spun once more. As he faced the audience, his paws wrapped around his bulging nipples, each so fat around his fingers could not close entirely over them. Twin streams of warm ferret milk sprayed from the massive teats, soaking down not only the cougar in front, but the two rows behind as well. Pints of fresh cream spilled out as he pulled and milked his own breasts, some of it splattering across the backside of his magnificent four-foot-plus erection, the rest streaming many feet out into the air as the pedestal continued to spin him around.

By the time he faced the screens once more, he was a mess. His fur plastered to his body, outlining his slim, defined body, his poppin' booty and strong, slim arms. Between the gallons of pre-cum drizzling and spurting from the tip and his new over-productive mammaries, there was no thirst the ferret couldn't slake.

"Psi, do you want to... uh... Psi?"

The ferret's shoulders hunched over as he pressed his legs straight, managing to somehow stand. His incredible erection swung lazily side to side as he cradled his aching breasts in his arms. The ferret's cream-colored balls draped past his knees, making walking difficult, but that didn't stop him from lurching off the pedestal, staggering every step of the way.

"Well, it looks like that's a wrap for Psi!" the host said, turning back to smile into the nearest camera. "Let's give him a big hand! What a contestant, ladies and gents!"

"Miiiiiilk meeeeee," the ferret groaned, eyes wide, staring straight at the fox.

The host's tail went straight up as he felt a pair of paws grab his shoulders. Massive breasts enveloped him in incredibly deep cleavage, smothering him in fur and warmth, as the ferret's four-foot shaft stabbed between his legs, forcing his knees apart as he slid down over it to the base, riding it bareback. The huge length bucked upwards, trapping the fox, only his flailing arms visible as the ferret used his arms to push her oversized, leaking tits together around him.

"Mmff bfff rffth bacffff!"

The ferret groaned and staggered off-stage, herded by a swarm of otter stagehands, as a camera followed, managing to catch the moment when the oversized male managed to shove the fox's muzzle over his wrist-thick nipple, sending a few pints of milk splurting into the host's muzzle and shooting out of his nose.

Up in the producer's booth, a tiger turned to the assistant director. "Okay, definitely save that for the DVD extras..."

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