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Flipping Out: Episode 0

Freebies Vol. 82: Wanna Make a Bet? Edition!

By Danath

Characters © Shakal

Features male, muscle growth, and hyper

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"And our first contestant gets it right!"

From high atop the stadium-style seating for the audience, tucked inside a small broadcast booth, a pair of announcers leaned over their microphones as they watched a dark brown ferret with black markings on his face and shoulders. The ferret was standing in the middle of the semi-circular stage facing the audience with a bewildered look on his face. Scraps of his jeans and t-shirt clung to his wiry, skinny, but very tall body.

"He was like a bean sprout growing right out of his clothes!" one of the announcers said.

On the large screen behind the stage, a large green ring partially obscured a large golden coin. The face-up side of the coin, an embossment of the SynTech tower reflected the light. In a ring of text around the outer rim, the company's motto read, "If it's not worth overdoing, it ain't worth doing!"

"As a reminder," the other announcer said, "this was our contestant's first guess and his first correct guess. Before he started, he wagered growing to a height of six-foot-four versus a random chance of anywhere from four feet to nine feet! All on a coin toss!"

Back on stage, Conrad swallowed his nerves as he stared down at his suddenly elongated body. He blinked, surprised the change happened so quickly. The coin barely landed in view before the nanites flooding the stage went to work on him. SynTech was debuting some new piece of technology, and Conrad couldn't resist the opportunity to do a little gambling on the new show.

The ferret stretched his arms forward, marveling at the length of his new limbs. He barely reached five feet before, but now he felt like he was towering over the stage. He lifted his head and lifted his arms, grinning as he listened to the cheers of the audience. Around him, though he couldn't see them, he knew the swarms of invisible nanites were orbiting his body and ready to strike as soon as the outcome of the next wager was known.

On the screen behind Conrad, the words "ROUND 2" appeared in chunky green letters. Up in the broadcaster booth, the announcer on the right latched her claws into the thigh of the announcer on the right.

Said announcer, a muscular panther with pitch black fur covering his entire bulky figure, tensed up as he felt the tigress's claws grip his muscles.

"Ouch! I mean, it's time for Round 2!" Shakal said, trying not to let the wince into his voice as he spoke. "The second round will focus on... power!"

"I'm so excited!" Jayda added, tightening her squeeze on the panther's broad thigh. The tiger-horse hybrid's eyes glinted as she stared down towards the stage, occasionally glancing at the monitors in front of her showing close-ups of the ferret's suddenly elongated figure. "What do you think will happen, Shakal?"

"According to his wager, if he guesses correctly, he'll get a very nice, defined build like that of a runner or swimmer," the panther said, glancing at the notes scrolling across his screen.

"And if he loses?"

"He'll be assigned a randomly generated amount of mass by the nanites!"

The spotlights around the stage swiveled, flaring around before focusing on Conrad in the center of the stage. The ferret kicked away a few pieces of cotton from his shirt as he perked his ears, listening to the announcers.

"What'll it be, Conrad?" Jayda's voice asked over the loudspeakers. "Heads... or tails?"

The crowd went quiet as the ferret pondered. On the screen behind him, which stretched right across the entire back side of the stage, the large gold coin lifted off its felt surface and floated in mid-air, spinning lazily. The coin itself was at the front of the stage and held aloft by controlled jets of air that hissed and puffed as they spun the coin around faster and faster until it whirled in placed at a blur.

Conrad swallowed. He'd gotten lucky once... could he do it again?

"H-heads!" the ferret said, his voice squeaking out as he tried to move his tongue inside his dry muzzle.

The spotlights flashed again, then rotated towards the golden floating coin, leaving it as the only illuminated object on stage. The screen showed a close-up as the entire audience held its collective breath...

A muted thud, then a roll of applause and cheers.

"It landed... tails!" Jayda shouted.

On stage, the image of the obverse side of the coin showed a composite scene built of various DNA strands floating across the SynTech logo. Conrad's stomach took a tumble as the screen split in two, with the image of the coin sliding out to the left and right from the center, to be replaced by a large random number generator. Numbers flashed by, all random, from single to quadruple digits, while down beneath in small letters, the words, "Pounds of Muscle Added" appeared.

Conrad flashed back to his entry form in his mind's eye. He'd only put down a gain of sixty pounds - lean and lithe, like he was before, but toned up and a bit more musculare. Just a little definition. If it hit in the high triple digits...

The rolling cascade of numbers slowed, changing slower and slower. The second to last number popped up - a 75 - and Conrad let out a sigh of relief. But then it changed again and the screen's edge flashed green and red, signalling that, in fact, the final number was not 75.

It was 972.

Conrad's eyes bulged as he felt his entire body swelling. The nanite swarm surrounding him invaded, massing up so much as they flooded into his body that they were, momentarily, visible, like a cloud of cyclonic insects. The nanites invaded Conrad's system and immediately went to work from the inside out. Electrical pulses and micro-tools edited and rearranged and sculpted, altering the ferret's very DNA on the fly. Several loud rips echoed through the stage, louder than even the gasp of the audience, as the ferret's hips widened. His thighs tore through the scraps of denim left from his surge in height before as the soft, dark brown fur coating his body shifted and stretched.

What started as a high-voiced moan dropped in tone until Conrad sounded more like a foghorn than a ferret. His shoulders leaned back, thrusting the growing mounds of pectoral muscle forward, as rigidly defined contours emerged from his fur. Creases gathered across his belly as he bit down on his lower lip, while his tail thudded into the floor. Though he was thickening up all over, the ferret wasn't getting a single inch taller. His hips continued to expand from where he'd been - a modest, even slight, 28 inch waist - to something that must be approaching twice that. His muscular abdominals sagged forward, hanging over his thighs as a prominent gut developed. Meaty, tense pecs showed the angle of the fibers as they pushed outwards against his fur, causing the hairs to splay individually in all directions.

The ferret's thighs squeezed together, forcing him to broaden his stance, as dozens upon dozens of pounds of pure, solid, powerful muscle grew on his slight figure in a matter of minutes. Clenching and unclenching his paws, Conrad let out another deep moan as the intense heat of the changes - a side effect of the nanites - sent rippling sensations of pleasure up his spine. He couldn't stop the gasp that tumbled over his lips as a solid, thick ten-inch cock sprouted from his sheath, accompanied by a pair of apple-sized balls that were forced forward by the girth of his thighs. Even his calves and feet grew larger, and he spread his toes across the stage floor, crushing flat the soles of what used to be a nice pair of sneakers, now destroyed and torn to shreds with the rest of his clothes.

"Look at that!" Jayda crowed, leaning so far forward in the announcer's booth that her nose and bosoms squeezed up against the glass. "What a growth spurt!"

"Conrad was originally five feet tall and around 120 pounds," Shakal said, adopting a more businesslike attitude compared to Jayda's excited color commentary. "That represents a gain of over 600 percent."

The stage floor shook as the ferret took a step forward, testing his massive new body with a grunt. The lights glinted off the ripples in his fur as muscles protruded and fell back with each motion, especially on the enormous balls of pure power forming his biceps. An only slightly hesitant grin spread across the ferret's massively wide, nearly six and a half feet tall body as he curled his arms up and showed off his physique to the hooting crowd, while the flush of warm heat spread through his body encouraged a thick drizzle of clear pre-cum to splatter the floor between his spread legs.

"Just look at that chest," Jayda said, tongue hanging down to her chin. "That's the sort of playground you don't see too often."

Shakal, next to her and relieved her claws hadn't found his thighs again, nodded. "And of course, it's not over yet! Conrad has one more flip to go before the bonus rounds!"

On the screen behind the stage, the coin's image reappeared and the lights adjusted. Panting hard as he felt his muscles tightening and relaxing across his swollen new body, Conrad turned around and gazed warily upwards. The formerly skinny, lanky ferret cocked his ears and twisted his muzzle around as he experienced the unusual sensation of his chin brushing across the mountains of pecs jutting from his chest. His shoulders were so swollen with power that he had no neck left to speak of, and even his tail felt like it was a hundred pounds heavier. It flopped side to side behind him, longer and fuller than before, as the twitch in his arousal gave away the intense pleasure growing stronger by the moment inside of him.

"Here comes the third flip - this time, Conrad is wagering the size of a specific part of his anatomy!"

"Easy to guess which part," Jayda added, glancing at the panther as she re-settled in her seat. "What's the wager, Shakal?"

"Originally, Conrad was looking for a nice foot-long, but considering he's already almost there as a result of his monstrous growth, the system will automatically readjust accordingly!"

On the screen, the image of the coin rotated faster and faster again, turning into a blur, as Jayda's voice rang out.

"Time to choose, Conrad... heads or tails?"

The audience hushed as the spotlights lit up the over-muscular ferret. His cartoonishly thick arms crossed in front of his chest, forcing his rigid pecs to squeeze flat against each other, as he rubbed his wide chin with his forefingers.

"Hmmm... I think... umm..."

Why was it so hard to think? Conrad shifted from one massive leg to the other as his cock slapped against the lower curve of his rock-hard muscle gut. His balls ached already, like he'd been blue-balled for hours despite only minutes having passed since the nanites went to work on him.

"Tails!" he cried out at last, his deep voice reverberating through the studio.

The lights flashed towards the coin, which flew higher into the air, straight up, before beginning its long fall back towards the felted surface...

"Heads! It landed heads!" Shakal called out. The black panther's broad muzzle suddenly wrinkled, before disappearing entirely into the tigress's mostly exposed cleavage.

"He missed it! Oh, he got it wrong!" Jayda shouted. The already tiny broadcast booth felt even smaller as, in her excitement, the tiger-horse hybrid's enormous chest turned and flattened around Shakal's head. Her arms shook the panther as she repeated herself, while outside the booth, the audience oohed and applauded, eager to see what the results of this misfortune could be.

"Mmph! And now we'll find out... the... punishmemmph!"

"Here it comes!"

The screen at the back of stage flashed numbers again ranging from single to double digits, along with the occasional letters - K, F, and P, sometimes by themselves, sometimes together.

As the numbers began to slow through their rotations, the ferret braced himself. His enormous, bulky chest heaved as he tightened his claws into his palms and tensed every strand of fibrous muscle in his body. The tension mounted as the numbers slowed... 18... 42P... 12F... 82... finally rolling around one last time and displaying...

"Wow! It's 88! And an 'F' to boot!" Shakal announced from somewhere in the depths of the excited feline's furry white cleavage.

"Now he'll be a contestant with flare!" Jayda said.

Back on the stage, Conrad let out a whimper as he felt a pressure build in his loins. The base of his cock began to swell immediately, thickening up fatter than his wrist, then his calf. The girth spread towards the tip of his thick pink maleness as he leaned his shoulders back and let out another long, deep moan. The utterly silent audience stared with fascination as the massive log of flesh lurched outwards, flopping up and then down with long, slow, pulsing rhythms. Within a minute, the ferret was long enough for the fat tip of his shaft to splat across the stage floor before rebounding off and rising up until the tip towered over his own head. The enormously fat base of his cock continued to swell up, stretching the fuzzy sheath until it was squeezed permanently between his obscenely thick, stretching quads and the mountainous muscles of abdominal power from above.

Conrad, on one such rebound, wrapped his strong paws around the base of his maleness, holding it steady as the nanites continued to power his incredible growth. His knees trembled behind the massively engorged balls that draped down to mid-shin, as foot after foot of thick, fully aroused ferret cock continued to grow from his strained, stretched sheath. Fattening from the base up, Conrad could feel the growth, the surge in lust and pleasure, as his fingers stroked over the stretching, sensitive new flesh. His eyes closed as he pawed himself, stroking upwards, before opening his eyes when he realized he could no longer reach the tip. His fingers slid down the smooth flesh as he felt the heat focus in on the head. The smooth pink crown twitched, and Conrad let out a gasp as a string of clear pre-cum fatter than his own wrist flooded out and gushed across the stage, leaving a mess that only promised to get bigger as the half-ton muscle ferret twisted his hips, sending more than seven feet of thick cock as thick around at the base as his own thighs swinging to the side.

The tip shuddered, twitched, and then flared suddenly, taking on decidedly equine attributes. The huge flare jerked, sending a cascade of pre showering across the stage, as Conrad's furry fingers groped at the fat medial ridge halfway up, just barely within reach for his monstrously huge arms. His paws clenched into the throbbing stalk, squeezing the bulging urethra and urging another blast of sticky, clear pre-cum from the aching tip.

"Now this is the kind of transformation I like!" Jayda said, purring as she finally tore herself away from the gasping black panther and plastered herself once more to the glass, trying to squeeze closer for as good of a view of the hyper-muscled over-hung ferret on stage. Her bright pink booty shorts did not conceal in any way, shape, or manner the very obvious ridge of flared equine staff throbbing away half-hard inside, especially as she ground her hips forward against the glass along with the rest of her frontside.

"It certainly looks like our first contestant is heading into the Double Trouble Bonus Rounds with quite the changes to contend with!" Shakal said, eyes only occasionally darting from the monitors showing Conrad towards the swaying round orbs composing Jayda's rump. "Conrad will now be flipping two more times for additional enhancements chosen by the studio audience! The two transformations with the most votes have been assigned heads and tails, and not even we know what the possible outcomes are yet!"

Jayda squeezed her cheek to the glass as the broad girth of her stallion heritage flattened against the clear glass wall of the announcer booth, clearly outlined through her skimpy, bright pink shorts. Her thighs tensed as a wet spot appeared on the front, while the lime green crop top draped over her chest pulled upwards, showing the undersides of her white-furred breasts and belly.

"Look! The flip starts now! Can he even see it through all that cockmeat, though?"

Conrad did have to lean his head to the side until his ear touched his bulging shoulder. His cock was a full foot longer than he was tall, and considering how it hung low with its own weight from his hips, the tip and broad shaft when lifted upward completely blocked his vision. The feeling of his huge paws - which still felt tiny compared to the incredibly oversized maleness swaying from his titanic sheath and balls - wrapping around the fat urethra and digging into the sensitive, aching flesh felt too good to let his stalk drop out of sight. Conrad's muscle gut shoved into the shaft at the base while his pecs jerked and bounced above, encouraging impressive shots of clear, musky pre-cum to cannon out twenty feet. Aimed over his shoulder as it was while he faced the screen to watch the flip, Conrad unwittingly basted the front three rows of the audience with seed as his knees and thighs shoved his massive package up and down through his arms.

"I hope they brought eye protection," Shakal mumbled, though his attention was stolen by Jayda once more as the excited feline-equine hybrid nearly jumped into his lap. The black panther's muscular body tensed as her paw disappeared between his thighs.

"Look! It's landing! It's landing!" Jayda gasped, clenching her fingers to stabilize herself as she leaned over the other cat. Her large tail thumped against the wall as her wide eyes stared down towards the gasping, flexing half-ton ferret. Shakal's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and his tongue dropped out of his muzzle. "It's down! It's on the felt! It's a..."

On screen, the image of the tails side of the coin split in two, and both halves of the SynTech Towers pulled to the sides. From the top and bottom, a pair of phrases scrolled into view. At the top, the words "Blessing of the Bull" in red, and at the bottom in blue, "Blessing of the Cow." The two phrases collided in the center of the screen before copies of the gold coin appeared, with the heads side next to the bull and the tails side next to the cow.

"Tails! It's a tails!" Jayda hollered. Both paws, firmly embedded between Shakal's twitching thighs, squeezed. "Blessing of the Cow!"

On stage, Conrad's muzzle dropped.

"The what?" he gasped, only to suddenly wrap his meaty paws around his chest, clutching and digging into the fur covering his pecs as they swelled noticeably outwards. The hard, strained lines of fur relaxed as shoved forward, quickly filling and then overflowing his paws, carrying the fat nipples at the end outwards. His chest tensed, sending jiggles through the suddenly softened body, as twin dribbles of white milk rolled from his fingers, to his claws, and to the floor. His massive flared arousal slapped forward against the floor when he released it, spraying the first row of the audience with gooey splatters of jizz as his monstrous balls pulsed around the tops of his broad feet.

Another blast of thick seed pumped from the tip like a firehose on full blast, re-soaking the front few rows and then a few more in the back as the beefy half-ton ferret's plump new bust dripped a constant, steady stream of what he would later discover was a very protein-rich milk. His slick fingers pinched at his nipples as he felt the sloshing growing in his engorged pecs, wetting down his fur and sending even hotter, faster ripples of pleasure through his new body.

But there were two bonus rounds, and as Shakal's eyes slowly uncrossed after Jayda's paws relieved some of the pressure from between his thighs, he rearranged himself as best he could before clearing his throat. Jayda returned her attention to the monitor. The tigress bit her lower lip as she brushed some of her hair from her eyes and muzzle. In all the commotion inside the booth, her shorts had slipped a bit, and the oversized stallion shaft springing from the bright pink shorts was on full display up the length of her smooth, hard belly, before it disappeared into the deep, densely furred cleavage. The outline of her flared tip stretched at the other side of her crop top as she stabbed a finger towards the glass and grinned.

"What a competitor! He's only won a single flip so far, but look at him rarin' to go!"

Shakal nodded, then subtly adjusted his shorts again after refocusing his attention away from Jayda and back to the stage, though that view didn't much change the thrill of lust racing up the panther's spine.

"Looks like he's about to wash away a few dozen of our audience members," Shakal said. "As it stands, the computer calculates he's released well over forty gallons by now."

"Forty-one! Wow!" Jayda said. "Oh, the second coin flip of the bonus rounds!"

Conrad could barely keep his eyes open as his palms squeezed around the swollen plump bosoms heaving off his chest. He could feel his fingers filling and draining with thick, warm milk as his aching shaft bounced off the floor, stretching far, far, far out in front of him, unable to stand up straight on its own from the sheer thickness and weight. Veins as thick as his fingers created some extra sensations around the dark pink base of the stallionized ferret cock as a few more firehose-blasts of seed drenched the audience again. He squinted at the front of the stage while his huge balls bounced off his knees, wondering just what else this game could have in store for him.

"It's heads!" Shakal said.

On the screen, as before, the coin split in half and moved towards the sides as a pair of phrases scrolled in from above and below to replace it. This time, they read "COMBO BREAKER" and "THE RUTTING EDGE." After a moment, the heads side of the coin appeared next to Combo Breaker, while the tails appeared below next to the other option, which faded from view. "Combo Breaker" filled the screen in big green letters.

"Now this is an interesting development," Shakal said, leaning forward. "As you know, the nanites operate successively on each change based on SynTech's artificial intelligence systems, meaning that the bonus round options are never the same for any one person. What do you think this means for Conrad, Jayda?"

The tigress's wide eyes peered down at the stage with a wanton look of lust as the ferret's deep, booming moans filled the studio. His seven-foot cannon fired a round that arced through the air and plastered the glass of the announcer's booth, soaking down the entire audience in that section along the way. Conrad dropped to his knees, forcing his massively inflated balls to shoved from between his spread knees, as the half-ton muscle monster pumped his arms, flexing his biceps as each stroke elicited another huge, churning blast of thick white ferret spooge to cannon across the studio. Between his arms, his swollen teats bounced, drenching his belly, thighs, and the broad expanse of the base of his massive flared arousal with milk. Excited gasps and moans rippled off his tongue as he pounded forward, humping at air, one intense orgasm after another sending shocks through his spine. His tail smacked down so hard across the stage floor that the beams creaked and groaned in protest.

"Let's see... according to the computer, Conrad will be... no, this can't be right, can it?" the panther asked.

Jayda leaned over, smooshing her chest into the side of the other feline's head to look at his monitor.

"Wow! Once he starts, he won't stop until physically exhausted!" she said. "So he's like a steam train and he's not going to apply the brakes until all the coal is burned up!"

Another drenching wave of thick ferret seed coated the glass of the booth again. Squirming under Jayda's chest, Shakal reached out a paw and flipped a switch on the console in front of him. A pair of large wiper blades on the outside of the booth swept side to side, clearing the glass but flinging ropes of warm and fresh ferret juice across the audience members to either side.

"Considering how long that could take for a ferret of his size," Jayda said, licking her lips as her words trailed off while staring at the super-muscled ferret on stage.

"That's right - it's the perfect time for a commercial break!"

A before and after pair of pictures of Conrad appeared on screen: the short, five-foot-tall pipsqueak on the left, and the rampaging monster of muscle wielding an impossibly huge cock, face contorted into an orgasmic mask load after load of seed fired from his huge new body. The musical tag played, and the words "We'll Be Right Back!" appeared before everything faded to black.

Later, during the post-show interview...

Jayda peered at the tablet in her paws. The back featured several stickers saying things like, "Property of Shakal," and "PAWS OFF," and "Jayda, this means you!" Statistics and numbers rolled up the screens as the panting tiger's breath caused the screen to momentarily fog up every few seconds. Her shoulders rolled back as she lifted her head and smiled brightly towards the camera.

"Huff... welcome to the post-show interview, where... mmmph... today we're chatting with our first contestant, Conrad!"

The camera panned to show the enormous, broad-shouldered beast of a ferret from the belly up. His whole body swayed forward and back as he nodded, ears perked, both fat teats constantly dribbling and wobbling.

"Thanks, Jayda, pleasure to be here."

"So how was it? Did it go how you planned?"

The ferret's lower body, out of frame, continued to carry him back and forth as he stroked his chin thoughtfully, forcing his enormous breasts to squeeze together and squirt even harder between his massive arms and bulging biceps.

"No, I was sure I was going to get the second flip there. And the numbers were a bit wild as well."

The camera panned back to Jayda, who glanced back at the tablet.

"According to this, you'll be shrinking somewhat naturally as you burn off a few pounds."

"And how long will this last?" Conrad asked, gesturing towards the floor.

The camera pulled back, revealing Shakal flat on his back strung out between the ferret and the tiger. Jayda's hooves scraped across the floor as her hips slammed forward, grinding her thick equine maleness to the hilt down the muscular black panther's tight throat. From the other end, the ferret's enormous telephone pole disappeared between the feline's spread backside, stretching him impossibly wide. Shakal's belly didn't show any evidence of the intruder, but that was because his stomach was bloated and round, already sagging over the sides of his own body and spreading across the floor. Dozens of gallons of ferret spunk - and a healthy dose of tiger-flavored essence - filled the panther up as the feline checked the numbers on the borrowed tablet.

"Let's see... the computer is guessing about three weeks until you get a break?" Jayda said. She turned her head down and peered past her own chest at the panther's wide eyes. "I guess filming is gonna go on a hiatus until then, Shakal!"

The End