Growth Gambling

Two exceptionally beefy furs walked down the sidewalk, shoulder to shoulder and filling up most of the available space. The goat, Kozani, sipped at a protein shake and listened to his friend talk about working at the café. Novra and he just finished a long day at the gym and he was looking forward to resting at home. This was their new routine; work the day through, meet up at the gym, get buff. Working out alone left them at a plateau but together seemed to be helping. If he was lucky they might really start to get huge at this rate. Team Buff Goat And Buff Cat.

“…and they never seem to actually say what they mean. If you want poached eggs, then tell me poached eggs! Don’t ask for runny eggs and get annoyed when I give you what you asked for,” Novra seethed, tail flicking left and right. Normally the bodybuilding feline was calm, collected, and cute. But this walk home was his chance to vent to a fellow buff friend about work or whatever else was on his mind. Kozani was a particularly good listener after all, and seemed to know just when to turn the conversation back to their favorite topic: getting bigger.

“I totally get you dude. There’s really no excuse for that-” Kozani answered. He was cut off though when a pair of papers smacked right into his face. His vision obscured, the goat bleated and swatted at the air. Novra grinned and pulled them off Kozani’s face. The goat looked more than a bit embarrassed.

“Don’t tell anyone I bleated like that, okay?”

“Sure buddy. But you have to buy the protein shakes next time then,” Novra said. He looked down at the pieces of trash in his hand, just about to crumple them up and throw them away. But something toward the top of them caught his eye. ‘1-5 lbs added GUARANTEED!’ It sounded like the start to an infomercial. He brought them closer to get a better look and realized they weren’t advertisements. These little bits of paper were scratch-off lottery tickets. Novra wasn’t much of a gambler, nor did he play the lotto, so he wasn’t super familiar with how they worked. But he was fairly sure they didn’t usually promise things like guaranteed winnings, or ‘added lbs.’ At the top of the tickets was a cartoon picture of an extremely buff otter flexing a thick arm.

“Muscle Mustelid? Never heard of this scratch-off before,” Novra mumbled, flipping it over to look at the back.

“What are you talking about? What are they?” Kozani asked, grabbing one from the kitty’s hand. “Hmm. Yeah, I haven’t heard of this either. But what does it mean by ‘1-5 lbs guaranteed’? Sounds kinda fishy. No pun intended.”

“Yeah, agreed. But it isn’t scratched off yet is it? What’s the harm. Maybe we could win big. Just like the otter says here.” Novra fished out a few coins from the pockets of his workout shorts. According to the instructions the goal was to match 3 out of 6 numbers. After a few minutes of scratching at the silver surface of the ticket, Kozani’s eyes got wide.

“Hey! I won!” he yelled. Three of the slots showed the number 20. Peculiar pricks of warm energy seemed to radiate outward from the goat’s palm and down his arm. As it did the beefy goat grinned dopily, a pleasurable cascade of warmth covering his whole body in seconds. It was hard to see at first but soon his chest throbbed, pushing outward. His white tank top stretched over his pecs and bluish grey fur peeked out from the bottom. The shirt drew up taught over his chest revealing a bit of his abs. And almost imperceptibly, his thighs thickened. They stretched under the workout shorts he’d been wearing. It took less than half a minute. Kozani shook his head at the end.

“Wow, what the heck was that? Whatever it was, felt really good,” he said, recovering from the sudden rush of pleasure. Novra poked at Kozani’s arm, curiosity getting the better of him. It didn’t seem possible but he’d seen it with his own eyes. Kozani grew. He knew the goat’s size pretty well by now thanks to their workouts, and this definitely felt bigger. It looked almost like he’d gone through the biggest pump ever.

That meant it was his turn to try. Novra scratched at his ticket furiously now that he’d learned what they could do. He mumbled the numbers aloud as they appeared. Twenty… five… twenty… one… one… oh come on, not just one pound. That would be disappointing after seeing his bud grow much more. Luckily for him the last one was a twenty. The feline purred as he felt a rush of hot power push through his muscles, bloating visibly. Not content with simply growing though, Novra flexed both of his arms watching his biceps pump with more mass. The sleeves of his t-shirt were forced back and away. They couldn’t compete with that pair of buff arms.

Novra’s tail flicked back and forth and his tongue stuck out just slightly from between his smiling lips. Then soon as it had started the growth was done. He couldn’t be totally sure but that was probably 20 lbs of muscle added instantly. Novra looked at Kozani, and Kozani looked back. They didn’t need to say anything to know what the other was thinking.

“We gotta get some more of those,” Kozani said. Novra shook his head yes while feeling up his abs. The goat grinned and checked the back of the scratch-off ticket. Maybe there was a hint for where they came from. Not much in the way of detail, but there was a casino name in flowery writing. The Grand Gains Casino. He’d never heard of it before.

It was tempting to drop everything and rush over to a gas station right away. But it was getting late and they both had work in the morning. The mystery of the Muscle Mustelid lotto would have to wait for another day.

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“Any luck yet?” Kozani asked.

“Nope. I’ve checked just about every grocery store in the city that sells scratch offs. No one has heard of ‘Muscle Mustelid’ before,” Novra answered.

They both sighed and racked up their free weights. Neither of them realized just how many stores sold scratch-offs in the city. It was a little over a week since the tickets first hit Novra in the face, and neither of them were any closer to their goal. Gas stations were useless, and now it looked like grocery stores could be crossed off the list too. It was maddening. Kozani knew there had to be a source for these little pieces of paper somewhere in the city. In one day he’d gained more muscle than a whole month’s worth of work could’ve given him. That was too tempting to pass up.

Novra patted Kozani on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, it has to be around here somewhere right? The tickets were blowing around on the ground. They couldn’t have come from that far.” He gave his lifting buddy a thumbs up. Kozani didn’t look too encouraged, but he appreciated the effort. Novra was good at cheering him up most of the time but it just seemed like the tickets were nowhere to be found.

The body building furs made their way out of the locker room, into the smell of sweat and the sounds of metal on metal, ready to begin their gym routine. Kozani needed to get these tickets off his mind, to just focus on doing his sets. Working up a good pump was just what the doctor ordered. As he passed a muscular dragon Kozani couldn’t help but notice something peeking out of his gym bag. It looked like a very familiar cartoon otter. His eyes widened. Finally, a breakthrough. He waited for the dragon to finish off his reps on the bench press before asking.

“ ’Scuse me, is that a scratch-off ticket in your bag?” the goat asked.

Sitting up on the bench, the dragon wiped away some sweat from his blue scaled forehead. “What, this? You can have it. Friend bought it for me as a joke, I got one pound. I thought it meant that I’d get one British pound, but nope. The gas station wouldn’t give me squat for it. Total rip off.” He pulled the little scratch-off from his bag and handed it to Kozani. The goat grinned from ear to ear.

“Did your buddy mention where he got it?”

“Sure, there’s a little run down pharmacy a few streets down. Like a GNC but smaller. It’s hard to describe. Just look for the place with a big, neon pill bottle and otter on the sign outside. I gotta get back to my reps now, you’ll find it.”

Now that was good news. The goat turned around to let Novra know but no one was there. Where did that cat go? He caught a glimpse of a small, brown tail as it passed through the doors outside. Novra was already booking it to find the pharmacy. Kozani laughed and started to chase; clearly they’d had the same idea. Workouts could wait, there was muscle to be attained.

It took a few hours to find but sure enough, three streets down and hidden away in an alley was a mom-and-pop pharmacy. Novra went straight inside while Kozani took a moment to size up the building. The otter on the sign looked almost identical to the cartoon drawn on their ticket. He was buffed up, far more than any mustelid had a right to be. This place probably catered to a very specific type of person, people like Novra and Kozani. The shelves inside were lined with all sorts of supplements. Muscle stimulants, vitamins, weight gaining supplements, and a few more dubious claims. ‘Enhance your pleasure, grow your package!’ Kozani hadn’t heard of practically anything on the shelves, and put even less stock in their ability to deliver on promises.

But then again… this was the place that sold those scratch-offs, according to the dragon. Maybe there was something to this store.

At the back of the store, Novra waited next to a cash register and glass counter. While his friend explored the shelves the feline insistently pressed the top of a bell labeled “Ring For Assistance.” There was no one tending the register yet though. “I’ve been waiting for like, five minutes now. Maybe this place isn’t open,” he said when he noticed Kozani approach.

Someone grumbled in the back of the store, behind a green curtain. Maybe the cashier was finally coming. About time too, Novra’s finger was getting a little tired from pressing the bell over and over. They heard glass break in the back, along with the shuffling of boxes. No doubt, someone was working here. And then the whole store shook. Just slightly, a small tremor. But there was no mistaking that the walls and floor had vibrated. Then another vibration shortly after. Kozani raised an eyebrow at Novra, and the cat simply shrugged in response. It sure wasn’t anything they were doing; maybe something heavy was falling in the back?

But the tremors continued, until a wall of fur emerged from just beyond the green veil. The monster bumped his head into the wall above the doorway, cursing under his breath. They gasped when the cashier appeared, or at least part of him did. His gut and package appeared before the rest of him. They stuck out far in front, clothes holding in check a set of basketball sized nuts and a gut wide enough to be a smaller person’s chair. An enormous corgi bent down carefully, scooting beneath the doorway before standing up again. His ears touched the top of the ceiling, flicking back and forth. As impressive as all that was, what Novra and Kozani were most interested in was his musculature. His arms were thick as trees, with pecs and traps that threatened to swallow up his head at any second. The space between his legs was practically non-existent as the musculature in each leg pushed against the other. It was amazing he was able to move at all. They’d never seen anything quite like it.

The corgi scratched under his balls, looking down at the pair of customers. “Oh, haven’t seen you two before. New here?”

It took them a second to recover, but Novra answered, “Y-Yeah. We were hoping to… get some… scratch-off tickets?” The cat held his arm out with the Muscle Mustelid ticket in hand. The corgi picked it up, squinting.

“Ohhhh. You want some of those huh? You’re lucky, we don’t have many left right now,” he said, turning around and shuffling through boxes. His wide shoulders accidentally bumped into a high shelf, sending pill bottles falling to the floor. “Shoot, I’ll have to get that later. Miserable shop, far too small.”

Kozani was transfixed. “How do you even fit in here? Or leave for that matter?”

“Hmm? Oh, I don’t. This is my home. I live in the back. I’m the co-owner these days. Didn’t start off that way but the owner figured it was just easier to have me live and work here all the time rather than have the doors outside widened and made taller,” the corgi said with a grin.

“R-Right. How did you get so… big? If you don’t mind me asking. Since you didn’t start off that large. Never heard of a 10 foot tall corgi, much less one so… ample,” Novra asked.

The corgi’s tail stub wiggled slightly. “That’s a bit of a long story. But to make it easy, I test most of the products we get here. So, you know, I get a little bit of everything.” He finally turned around, holding a small cardboard box in his hands. He dropped it on the counter. “So how many tickets were you two looking for?”

“All of them,” Kozani answered, not missing a beat. The corgi raised his eyebrows, looking between the beefy duo. He crossed his arms and grinned.

“You looking to hit the jackpot I assume? It’s a long shot, but it can happen. I won it way back when I first started, ten years ago or so. Check this out,” the corgi said, fishing around in a back pocket. He pulled his wallet out and shared a picture inside. They almost didn’t recognize him, much shorter and without the heavy gut. But the fur pattern was the same along with an absurd amount of muscle for a frame that short. He had to weigh a good half ton at least. His body looked like it didn’t know what to do with all its mass, twice as wide as he was tall and every muscle group rubbing up against something else. His traps and pecs still had that encroaching, about-to-swallow-his-head size though. The only clothes he wore was a tight, green speedo.

“You two already have some muscle to start with, so you could get pretty huge if you get lucky enough. I’ll be crossing my fingers for you.”

Kozani paid for the cardboard box while Novra went to pick up his car. The two of them could hardly wait. Impatiently, Kozani reached in and began counting the stacks of tickets. It wasn’t as many as they’d hoped for. Forty tickets in total. But that was still enough to make a pretty good dent in their wallets, and with any luck, make sure their wardrobes would be far too small.

The goat was already scratching off one of the tickets by the time Novra returned with the vehicle. No luck this time though. One pound. The warming sensation came and went over Kozani’s body too quickly for him to register. That just meant it was time to scratch even more. Novra wasn’t going to be able to use the tickets while he drove, but that was fine. More tickets for just him.

Each scratch-off added small amounts to his musculature. The slowly added pounds made his weight dig into the feax-leather seat, creaking gently. And the seatbelt strap in front pressed harder into the cleft between his pecs. One pound… five pounds… two pounds… Kozani was getting impatient. This must be how gamblers’ addictions get started: win twenty pounds the first time and get nothing but chump change every time after.

Ten tickets and 20 pounds in the goat finally got something a little larger. Fifty pounds of pure muscle. Kozani yelped happily, letting the warm energy rush over him down his arm. The tank top he was wearing stretched over his pecs, the shelves of muscle pushing gently up and out. Almost instinctually he flexed an arm, watching as the bicep thickened magically. A second later he flexed again to see it even larger than last time. His biceps and triceps together were the size of a soccer ball. That was what he wanted; that same sensation of growing larger without any effort, taking up more and more space. He could feel the side of the car pressing into his shoulder as the width of space he took up expanded. Scooting away from the car door only temporarily gave him space as he grew to fill it once again.

“Hey, leave some of those for me, mate!” Novra complained. He had to focus on the road, but he could feel the grey wall of fur and muscle starting to encroach into his side of the car. Totally unfair that his workout buddy would get all the muscle without even letting him get a shot.

“Better drive faster then, ‘cause I don’t think I could stop after that,” Kozani said, looking down at his chest to see his pecs bounce. The shorts he wore to the gym were getting a workout of their own as the thighs imprisoned there thickened enormously. More than just muscles strained it though; Kozani couldn’t deny that the excitement of growing was turning him on. Heady lust fed into his slowly increasing desire for growth, and that meant danger for Novra’s car. His added weight tilted the car toward his side, adding a sense of strange vertigo as Novra leaned to keep his body straight.

20 tickets in, Kozani’s scratching reached a fever pitch. The car seat felt increasingly snug. Those next ten tickets were duds unfortunately. He knew that Novra would be getting home soon and, although he considered the cat a great friend, the bodybuilding goat was feeling a bit greedy. The fair thing to do would be to stop at 20 tickets, so that Novra could have the other 20. But… why not just go further than that? Thinking with his desire to get larger by any means necessary rather than logic, he decided to scratch away until Novra got home. Whatever was left would belong to the cat.

That proved to be a good choice. The very next ticket revealed his first triple digit reward: 100 pounds. His eyes fluttered a bit when the familiar pricks of warm energy hit him this time. It felt so, so good. Kozani was so overcome with the feeling he didn’t realize his clothes weren’t going to last another burst like that. A green speedo peeked out from under his shorts as they ripped, torn apart by his crotch and muscles as they grew in bursts. His abs throbbed as his core strengthened, visible now that his tank top was pulled up closer to his pecs. It looked closer to something meant to hold in his pecs than a shirt. Once he felt his thighs pressing against each other, he shifted his legs apart instinctually only for them to close the gap once again.

Kozani was only brought back to reality by the realization that his horns had pushed upward into the ceiling of the car. It seemed the tickets had given him just a few more inches of height. Mostly the extra mass in his muscles had pushed his body up a little taller, just enough to bump the roof. He hunched forward slightly, barely suppressing his grin.

“Mmm… more,” he mumbled, picking up another handful of the tickets. Another few minimum wins… one pound, one pound, five pounds… come on, where were the big wins when you needed it? Ten pounds? Useless. He wanted another hit of that one hundred. Or more. Definitely more if he could manage it. The relatively small wins did accumulate as he neared the end of the stack of scratch off tickets, but it was never enough.

“And we’re back,” Novra said, pulling into his driveway. It was at that moment that Kozani finished scratching off what would be his last card. 200 lbs. Finally! The goat’s shirt ripped away with the ferocity of his expansion. No small bursts or gradual expansion this time; he practically exploded with muscle from every part of his form. His arms filled with more mass, enough that a normal person wouldn’t be able to hug all the way around if he flexed. Fibers of muscle formed all over, packing more size in every available corner of his body. The car groaned ominously and the tires sagged now that over 300 lbs of extra mass had been placed on that side of the car. The goat was only just barely able to stay lucid enough to try and get out before he was trapped inside; he opened the car door and accidentally tore it away. Oops.

When he stumbled forward, the car lurched back and forth to return to its balanced axis. Kozani looked at the door in his hand and grinned. He crushed the door between his hands, bending it to a shapeless mass of metal and broken glass. It felt pathetically easy. “I’ll get that fixed for you,” he said with a shrug as he dropped it to the ground. Novra was about to protest, but looking his friend over took his breath away. Kozani was enormous. Built like a god, and just as wide across as he was tall. Which was pretty impressive at nearly 7 feet tall; the tickets had really done a number on him. He noticed the goat had to turn his body to actually look around, as his shoulders pressed into the sides of his face and forced him to look forward.

Novra’s eyes caught the cardboard box, scattered across the driveway pavement. Kozani must’ve knocked it aside when he got out. Oh well, he could just pick them… wait. There weren’t many left here. Maybe five at most. And his friend still had one of those five in his hand.

“Where did all the other tickets go?” Novra asked with crossed arms. Kozani’s ears flicked, briefly bringing his attention away from admiring his body and striking poses.

“Yeah, about that. I got carried away. It felt really good dude. Need some more too… bigger,” he answered.

Novra glared. Well that was a disappointment. He couldn’t get too mad at Kozani though; in his buddy’s place, Novra might have done the same thing. “Fine. But these four are mine. And you owe me some more tickets for this. Got it?” he said, picking up what was left of their spoils. They were about to head inside, when the goat realized he’d created a problem. The doorway was too small. Way too small in fact. His shoulder width was at nearly twice as large as could ever fit through. Scooting in sideways might have worked, but with as far out as his pecs and traps bulged it would be dangerous to try. Getting caught in a doorway sounded hot on paper, but probably annoying in practice.

Instead the pair of muscleheads went to the backyard. There was a small patio with chairs for them to use. Chairs which were comically small compared to Kozani. Rather than stress, the goat leaned up against the wall to Novra’s house. It creaked for a split second but didn’t break or collapse. He had to admit, being too large for doors, and cars, and leaning against walls… that was a new experience. He wanted more of it. So much more. The goat stroked himself through his overstuffed speedos, worshipping his size and manhood.

Seeing all this happen, the tickets in Novra’s hand felt like gold. There weren’t many left… just four. But at least one of them had to be a winner right? He scratched off the first… one pound. Damn. Second one… two pounds. Damn! This wasn’t going well. He looked back at Kozani again, a little jealous this time. He must’ve gotten extremely lucky. Some of those tickets should’ve been his. He could feel his hackles rise slightly and his tail bat around in annoyance. Just two more tickets.

500 lbs. “Yes! Jackpot!” he yelled. The feline was nearly knocked flat with the sudden surge of his pecs though, bursting forward and pressing up into his muzzle. He mewed as the rest of his body grew to compensate. The shirt he’d worn tore along its seams, popping one at a time as his arms were revealed beneath. Brown fur appeared all over his clothes as they ripped. Novra simply purred, running his palms over his pecs. This was a dozen times stronger than the first growth burst he’d received a week ago. The ferocity of the growth energy rushing into him took him by surprise at first, but now it only felt like the best full-body massage anyone could ever get. His speedo stretched taught as his package expanded into the material. It seemed not just his muscles would get a boost this time. Overcome with the flood of testosterone and absolute size Novra couldn’t help but use both hands to rub tenderly over his crotch. His arms struggled to stay flexed as the muscles there took up more space, trying to force his arms away from resting flat against his sides.

Kozani watched, quirking an eye when the cat started to rival him for size. With an evil grin the goat approached from behind and ran a hand across Novra’s back, feeling the muscles there tense and grow with new sinew. Novra groaned, closing his eyes as his legs shook. The overwhelming pleasure was nearly enough to cause his knees to buckle if not for the extra muscle mass in his legs forcing his stance wider. The wood of the patio creaked, and each shuffle step to widen his stance threatened to break the panels holding the two goliaths up. His tail squirmed while his speedos bulged forward, dampened with a small drop of pre. This wouldn’t last too long.

Once it was all finished, Kozani grinned at his friend. “Well looks like you hit the motherlode huh?” They spent a good half hour just flexing and exploring their new bodies.

It wasn’t easy to get inside but they managed; it was worth it to just get a moment to look at their new bodies in the mirror. They hardly paid any attention to the doors this time, forcing themselves straight through. Walls and doors were simply another thing to test their strength against. And they each wanted so much more. Collectively, they couldn’t fit on the couch together anymore. Novra laid out across the couch, and it collapsed to the floor under his tonnage. Kozani didn’t fare much better, trying to sit in a recliner that broke into pieces under his heavily muscled rump. Well there was no getting around it at their size. The two friends looked at each other with a gleam in their eyes.

“Last tickets,” Kozani deadpanned.

“Scratch off at the same time?”

“Absolutely.”

It was hard for them to focus on scratching away though. The two of them had spent plenty of time feeling each other up, and teasing what was barely held in check in their speedos. There was sure to be plenty of time to explore further shortly though; their collective lust was driving them nuts.

This time when they scratched away though, there were no numbers beneath the silver material. It looked like a phrase. Kozani was the first to realize what it said. ‘JACKPOT!’ There were other words, smaller details about what that meant. But Kozani didn’t get a chance to actually read them. He seized up as a heavy energy pressed into his body, pushing outward from his core. He was growing again. He couldn’t tell when his speedo snapped away exactly, but he did know that his body was going crazy. Hyper and muscled like a god, the goat stroked at his dick while the room became more and more cramped. If only he could find something to lift, anything to try and challenge his new strength. Furniture, cars, busses, whole houses if needed. The goat was torn between worshipping his own body, his lust, and his exponential desire for ever more size.

Novra was in much the same predicament, although he did get further in the reading before his lust took over. ‘Congratulations! 1000 lbs are yours! The rest of your winnings will be saved…’ That was all the feline could manage before he felt himself growing against Kozani. Their arms flexed of their own accord, feeding off whatever magic powered the tickets and reveling in the flood of power. A pair of dicks pressed into the bottom of their pecs, rubbing into their 6 pack abs but continued unabated with growing upward. They scooted between the cleft of those shelves of furry sinew. The bodybuilding goliaths had enough mass for a small country of body builders, but it still wasn’t enough. Testosterone saturated their bloodstreams, and they grunted with the effort of pleasuring themselves. Each stroke was harder than the last as movement took more and more effort. Their traps had overtaken their backs, reaching a good foot higher than the tops of their heads while their pecs pushed into the bottoms of their chins more insistently.

The last thing Novra remembered hearing before losing himself to the growth was a moaned exclaimation by Kozani. “MORE…”

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“Yes sir, they bought out the whole stock,” the corgi said into his cell phone, held up to his ear gingerly between two extra-large fingers.

“And I put in the two jackpot cards just like you asked. They should be back in a few days to collect the rest of their winnings; it only gives them part of their winnings at first, with the rest saved for betting. I’m supposed to tell them that they can collect at the casino, right?” he continued, taking a seat on his California king bed. It was still a little small for him to be quite honest. “…right. I can do that. They’ll be on the private plane by the weekend. Long as you’re sure they’re the ones to grow. Are you really sure 5000 lbs. is okay? …Right. Can do.”