growth-without-effort The Price is Buff

[FREaky]

The Price is Buff  (The first half...)  by F_R_Eaky

 

Vuk & Connor had been best friends since they met in the second grade, after Vuk's parents moved to the United States from Serbia.  And they stuck up for each other while growing up as well.  Both of them were small men, five foot  one inch tall and five foot even respectively, with Vuk's inch taller frame carrying a little more weight although you couldn't really call him stocky by any means. They had reached their height early, around sixth to seventh grade, and never got any larger.  But there was some courage, some power within these two, for whenever Vuk's deep brown eyes would flash with adventure under his thick black eyebrows and over his wide but straight nose and full pouty lips, he would tussle Connor's strawberry-blonde hair and Connor's emerald eyes would sparkle above his thin, arrow like nose, bow lips, and constellations of freckles.  Vuk would take the bold stance and Connor would follow, but usually uttering some hesitations or reasons why they shouldn't be doing what they were doing.  He tried to be a voice of reason, but that was often masking a voice of fear.

 

By their senior year of high school, the two had realized and accepted they we gay, and although they didn't openly flaunt it at the drop of the hat, or act out in some stereotypical, sitcom, gay character manner, they weren't hiding in the slightest.  In fact it lead to their current situation.

 

After graduation, Vuk's parents discovered he was gay, or finally realized it.  However one wants to say people with mental "blinders" on realize their family member has a "condition."  So there it was the young man was kicked out of the home he grew up in, ostracized from his family.  He was spending the night at Connor's house, but things weren't much better there.  Connor had all the support and love he could want from his mother, but his father not so much.  His son being gay didn't bother him at all, but he was aware that there were those of the homosexual community who acted manly, who could pass as a "normal male," who excelled at some athletic sport.  Heck, Lee Priest was a proportionately huge and successful bodybuilder.  Decent little scrapper too.  Why couldn't Connor be like that?  He could be like that gay bodybuilder from the 80's, Bob Paris and his partner.

 

Thus as Vuk vented to Connor, and Connor attempted to console, that Vuk came up with and announced the idea that he was going to move to California.  Connor was stunned and tried to explain to him that he didn't have the funds to get out there as well as live.  He had no training.  What about college?  Vuk smiled and told Connor he had enough saved up, plus what he received as graduation presents, to go out, live in a hotel for a bit, and then he could find a job and work on laying down roots there... and he hoped he could do so with Connor by his side.

 

Connor was a little shocked at Vuk's proclamation of love, but then realized it has always been them two, and them two together.  Even though they attempted to date other guys, but most guys were either straight or wanted their twink boyfriends  at least a more regular height.  Connor turned off the light for them to go to bed.  Vuk stayed up, sitting in the dark, shirtless, looking at the world map hanging in Connor's room and day dreamed of California.  Connor lie there awake staring at Vuk's slightly hairy torso softly kissed by the moonlight through the bedroom window.

 

"He loves me." though Connor, and he drifted to sleep as his little four inch cock swelled to all its diminutive size.

 

Early in the morning the pair woke up, backed bags as quietly as they could, stopped off at the bank, and then boarded the next bus headed for Los Angeles, California. 

 

And that is where we are now.  After finally arriving, the pair looked up the locations of banks, chose one and opened up new accounts.  Following that they found a cheap but decent looking hotel which to make their home base.  But before they set out to find jobs, knowing they'd probably have to pick up something like a waiter or cleaning crew, good blue collar work, they thought they'd see if they could have a little fun - attempt to get into or see a game show.  The problem getting in was twofold however: 1. Most places required folks to get tickets for their show in advance, and 2. Most of the production companies were more concerned about the word show and less about the word game in their genre title.

 

If the young men weren't turned away for not having tickets pre-ordered, then they were turned away for not looking right: too short, too child-like in appearance, too skinny.  They were just leaving the studios for The Price is Right when their fates changed.

 

"You know what, Connor?  Fuck 'em!  Maybe it's just like high school and their stupid cliques all over again.  We'll find our niche.  We don't have to appear on a game show and they didn't waste our time, we used them to get ourselves acquainted with the town."

 

Connor was nodding in agreement when, out of the building they were just walking by, a harried looking gentleman with headset askew on his head came out the them and loudly proclaimed, "You two'll do.  Would you guys like to be on a game show?"

 

Connor didn't even get the ability to answer. Vuk did it for them, grabbing Connor's hand and yanking him through the doorway.

 

"Great.  We need to put name tags on you, so what are your names?"

 

"I'm Vuk, V...U...K, and He's Connor."

 

"Spelled the usual way there, Connor?"

 

"Uhm...yeah."

 

"Great.  Tell the Usher your last names on the way down for me. Thanks.  No No NO!  That prop needs to go back stage for the Showcase.  The announcer doesn't get any props today..."  And the gentleman left disappearing into the sea of lights, wires, and curtains that made up the set of the show.

 

The usher showed Vuk and Connor to their seats, and Vuk told them their last names, just giving his first with them so the cast could tell who's surname belong to who.  A mere seconds later the dim studio suddenly glowed brightly with lights, two signs came on that read "APPLAUSE" and "ON AIR" upon which, the audience came to life and began to scream and cheer or jump and bounce in their spots.  Then the announcer and music blared.

 

"THAAAAAAAT'S RIGHT!  IT'S  TIME FOR EVERYONE'S FAVORITE UNDERGROUND GAME SHOW!  AMERICA'S FINEST HOUR FULL OF PRIZES AND POWER!  Anita Thompson....[tweee dudally dudally dudally dudally]  COME ON DOWN! [da da DA dat, da da DA dat!] Eric Stephenson.... [da da DA dat, da da DA dat!] COME ON DOWN!  [tweee dudally dudally dudally dudally]  James Landry.... [da da DA dat, da da DA dat!] COME ON DOWN! [tweee dudally dudally dudally dudally dooooo]  and... Jason Valdez [da da DA dat, da da DA dat!] COME ON DOWN!  YOUR THE FIRST FOUR CONTESTANTS ON.....THE PRICE IS BUFF! [Dat doot da daaaaa... bwaaaa bwaaaa dat doot da daaaa bwaaaaa bwaaaa... da doot da dadda da dadda da dadda dat doot da daaaaa...]  AND NOW HERE'S THE STAR OF THE PRICE IS BUFF, BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAN  KEAN!

 

Vuk and Connor looked at each other  with questionable faces. Weren't they just kicked out of the Price is Right's studios?  The setting certainly looked the same.  The show sounded the same. However the announcer and host were off.  So too were the models; they were two sets of three female and three male models not just three ladies or three ladies and one guy.  And the name of the show was off.  The Price is Buff?  Connor and Vuk looked around.  Everyone in the audience seemed comfortable, not surprised.  What the Hell.  The two young men shrugged at one another and whenever everyone sat down they did too and watched the show as it unfolded.

 

"Good day, ladies and gentlemen.  I am Brian Kean, the host of The Price is Buff.  It is a pleasure to see you this fine day, but we're going to send it right back to our announcer, Johnny Greene, as he introduces us to the first item up for bids.  Johnny?"

 

"It's a this or that prize, Brian.  Depending on who he or she is, our contestant could win either: a year supply of  MAGNUM™ XL extra large, lubricated condoms from Trojan.  Intended for men who feel that regular and large size condoms are too small, these condoms are 30% larger than standard sized ones. Tapered at the base for a secure fit, silky smooth lubricant-for comfort and sensitivity, special reservoir end for safety, and made from premium quality latex.  For your sexual protection needs, it's Trojan.

 

"Or seven Bizarre Brassieres' Push Up Bras. Made out of 100% Spandex, seamless, with easy yet supportive  front closure, the cups are gel lined, outlined in delicate embroidery, and help not only keep a lady's bosom up and supported but can even give a woman an enhanced look of larger breasts. Available in various colors of human nude through the rainbow.  If your breasts are comfortable, supported, and pretty and perky, they're Bizarre!  This, this or that prize, could be yours if you have the prize price."

 

"Thank you, Johnny.  Alright we're going to start over here to my left with our first contestant in contestant row.  Anita, what do you bid?"

 

Just like the regular game show, the crowd, especially Anita's friends began to holler out loud various prices they thought were correct or words of encouragement to help spur her on.

 

"Uhmmmmm.  two-eighty."

 

"That's two hundred eighty dollars from Anita.  Eric, what is your bid?"

 

"What did she bid?"

 

"She bid two hundred eighty dollars."

 

"Pffffft. To high, woman.  One fifty."

 

"One hundred fifty dollars for the scoffing Eric.  We turn now to James for his bid."

 

"Two fifty, Brian."

 

"Two hundred fifty dollars for James, and lastly we come to hear the wise shopping voice of Jason.  What's your bid?"

 

"Two twenty five."

 

"Jason has bid two hundred twenty-five dollars.  All contestants have bid and we find the actual price is... ... ... Two-hundred and sixty five dollars....James you win!  You're the first contestant on the Price is Buff to play a pricing game today!  But first, I need to hear you say it.  What do you have to say about that first bidding prize?"

 

"It's MY prize!"

 

"That's right!  And I hope you enjoy it."

 

Many people may not have noticed, but Vuk certainly did see the unusual happening that occurred in front of them on stage.  James was short man like Vuk and Connor were.  Not quite as short,  but still probably no more than 5' 4" or 5' 5" inches tall, with just a slight athletic build.  As soon as James said the prize was his, there was movement in his shorts.  Substantial movement in his shorts.  Vuk saw that originally there was no real bulge whatsoever in James' crotch area, but suddenly there was a bulge and it grew and grew quickly, almost instantly to looking obscene.  Then there was kind of a pulse or a bounce to this bulge and it began to flatten out somewhat as bump in the bulge began to move off to the left side and then disappear.  What appeared in its place, however, was a decent size bulge that went down...down... down.... until it looked like he had a decent sized sausage stuffed down the left leg of his shorts.  James stood there and was listening to what Brian was telling him, but a slight smile was spreading across his face.

 

"Connor.  Did you see that?"

 

"See what?"

 

"James just grew a dick."

 

"What?" said Connor in a hushed whisper now, completely embarrassed that Vuk had mention a private part in public. "He didn't just grow a dick.  He's a man, he's had a dick since birth... or got one from a sex-change operation."

 

"I don't mean he simply grew one out of thin air, but he wasn't as hung as a bull-ox when he went up on stage."

 

"Look just because you have a great eye for spotting well endowed men, doesn't mean that their penis just grew longer out of nowhere."

 

"I'm telling you, he was like us before he claimed his prize and afterwards he has like a cock that's going to grow into a ten to eleven incher when erect."

 

"Honesty, Vuk. Now just sit still and watch the show."  And Connor focused his attention back on the stage.

 

"James, I want you to come stand over here and looks at those doors to discover that you could win this!"

 

"A week's supply of Gorilla Wear!  Gorilla Wear, casual and work out clothing for the extremely built.  A fine selection of tank tops, t-shirts, long sleeve shirts, sweat shirts, pants, shorts, gloves and shoes, in an array of brilliant colors or in black and white, with sizes going all the way up to quadruple extra-large. Made out of a cotton -lycra or polyester blend, these clothes allow you to work out while wicking away sweat or walk about during the day able to move without being pinched or bound by your clothes.  Gorilla Wear. ... .... Brian."

 

"Now James, you look like you work out to me."

 

"Well... I used to Brian."

 

"Well it looks like you still have some good muscle memory in those muscles.  I'm betting you would like to take home that prize, wouldn't you?"

 

"Oh, yeah!  It would definitely motivate me to get back to the gym."

 

"Alright.  We're going to see if you can win that prize by playing one of our oldest and most popular games.  This is Mountaineer's Money.   This mountaineer lives way up high, High, HIIIIIGH! in the mountains and as such he hates to discover that while on shopping trips in the valley, he's spent too much. Probably because it takes so long to walk down and up the mountain again.  What you're going to do is help him climb up that mountain, and you'll do that by guessing the prices of three extra prizes.  If you're fairly close to all three prices, he won't walk that far and simply reach his home.  If you can do that, you'll  take home that big prize.  If however your guesses are way off the original price, he's spent too much money and it'll upset him so, he'll walk right off the mountain.  But before you make you price guesses, let's find out about the three extra products."

 

"First is a colorful passport cover from Secure Pass that not only looks great but protects your passport form being read by x-ray machines.  Second is a two slice toaster featuring seven levels of browning control by Sunny Morning, and finally a this 8 cup coffee maker by Kalorinn."

 

"Alright you have up to twenty five dollars or points to work in.  Think hard about the prices of these items because if you go over that twenty-five dollar mark, over he goes and you lose everything.  So first is the passport cover.  What do you think is the price on that, James?"

 

"uhm....fifteen bucks."

 

"Fifteen bucks says you.   Is James right on that price? [bZZZZZ]  No! That's not the right price. Let's see what the mountain man says. Start walking mountain man.... [Yode -Ding!]  Wow!  only one point up the mountain.  If you got to be off on the price, that's the way to do it.  What was the price? [DING] Sixteen.  Sixteen dollars.  Ok next we have that two slice toaster.  What do you think the price is on that?"

 

"uhm.....er......thirty eight."

 

"James says that toaster is thirty-eight dollars is he correct? [bZZZZZ]  No!  It's time for mountain man to move.  Get walking. [Yo dee doo dee yo dee doo dee yo dee doo dee oooooh yo dee doo dee ooooooh yo de doo dee oooooh]  Oh... this is not looking good.  [Yo dee doo dee yo dee doo deee].....you need to stop moving mountaineer!  [Yo dee doo dee oooooh yo dee doo dee oooooh]  Oh my goodness, James, I think you're gonna kill him! [Yo dee doo-DING!]..... ....OH!  Oh, James, you bout sent us all into a heart attack here.  We hate it when the first contestant of the show doesn't win.  You're safe now but you blown nearly all of your points for margin of error.  Let's see how much that toaster was.  [DING!]  Twenty dollars.  A mere twenty dollars.  Must be a Midwestern toaster. [hahahahahhahaha] Ok... I want you to walk over here, breathe for a moment, and stare at this coffee maker, take a little bit of time before you make your decision.  Not too long because we have to have everything taped within an hour's time.  Looked at?  Alright tell me, how much is that coffee maker?"

 

"Uh.... a-huh-huh.... er.... "

 

"Better make it a great guess you only have six points left to work with."

 

"I.... ok.....let's say.....I know this is goin' to sound crazy as it's not too much further from my last bid, but let's say thirty-five."

 

"Oh the audience isn't sure about that, but we'll see. We'll see.  James has said thirty-five, has he guessed the price right on? [bZZZZZ]  No, we need to watch the mountain man walk.  Here he goes.... [Yo dee doo dee oooooh yo dee doo dee oooooh]  Oh no!  NO!  STOP MOUNTAIN MAN STOP!  Oh James, I think he's going....to.....go...... [DING!]  YOU DID IT!  JAMES YOU DID IT!  He stopped with just one dollar to spare. You've won your prize.  Show us the price of that coffee maker. [DING] It was forty dollars.  Congratulation, James.  What do you have to say?"

 

"Thank you, Brian, and THAT'S MY PRIZE!  WHOOOOOO!"

 

Suddenly the crowd got quiet and the lights seemed to dim to almost half way throughout the whole studio.  Vuk ribbed Connor with his elbow. "Watch James.  Watch him!"

 

James suddenly became kind of stiff.  He began to wiggle his fingers and tap his toes alternately back and forth.  Then he simply stopped and went to raising his chin and tilting his head back, eyes closed, as if he was receiving something pleasurable that felt extremely good.

 

It was at these point that Vuk could see the veins in James' feet begin to rise and grow out from his boat shoes.  The mighty red rivers began to ribbon their way up his ankles and then his shins and calves past the knees until they went into the tunnels that were James' short's leg.  Vuk watched adamantly as for a while it seemed like nothing was happening but then, the ribbons began snaking their way out of James's sleeves and up from his collar, covering his forearms and down through his hands or up the side of his neck into his head.

 

At that Connor let out a small gasp.  "You see it too?" whispered Vuk.  "Yes." came the soft and astonished reply.

 

Next it seemed that James' calves were breathing, throbbing in and out to the beat of his pulse.  Each time they became bigger, fuller, larger, harder, growing and growing into these thick, dense, diamonds that looked as though they wouldn't cut glass, but shatter granite.  So full and wide his calves were that it almost looked as though his legs had no taper down to his ankle, just this thick column springing from his shoes and going into his shorts.

 

Speaking of his shorts, they began to ride up his legs just a bit.  Enough that his newly elongated cock almost showed its head out the bottom.  The back of the shorts began to fill out and swell as James' ass began to grow and round, become firm and hard, this tight, full, bubble of muscle that jutted out slightly from his form.  Then the short's legs began to tighten around James' legs.  One could see the fabric pulling tighter and tighter all the way around James' thighs.  One saw the hamstrings snap to, becoming taut in an instant and getting thicker with the muscles they helped to move.  From behind another smooth but hard mound was forming underneath James's ass as the biceps of the thigh got fuller, thicker, and bigger.  In front his thighs blew up until they had stretched the fabric so tight one could see in detail the development of the three tear drop shapes going from something that leaked out one's faucet, to drops from a fire hose, to drops from Niagara Falls, until they were size of tear drops from a giant's eyes. 

 

James it appeared unknowingly kept shifting during all this growth, widening his stance farther and farther apart.  He was having to stand feet completely shoulder width apart when the sounds of tearing fabric filled the air as James' thighs broke free from their confines.  Splitting the fabric in the front in two or three places, a couple in the back, and bursting the seams straight down and through the cuffs, James' thighs inflated into these rock hard, defined columns of muscle, that allowed a horse cock to now swing soft and free.

 

Vuk and Connor sat wide-eyed like children staring at a Christmas tree, watching the whole scene unfold.  But the next part of James' growth was hidden to them, wrapped up in James' shirt like the presents under the tree.  James began to do side bends and front bends, rolling his abs this way and that as under the fabric of his shirt his abs and obliques began to tighten and tighten, to become cut and defined, to raise up on his torso, to become a mosaic of hundreds of pieces of bricks of flesh.  They only saw them once James' lats began to spread out wider and thicker, causing the t-shirt to be pulled up higher and higher and the hem go up enough over James' waistband and eventually up to his navel.

 

That's when the cacophony of rips and tears began to fill the air as James' back, lats, shoulders, chest, and arms began to grow and inflate.   Each time he breathed in it seemed he stood a little straighter, his chest stuck out a little more.  His arms rose up from hanging almost straight down to hanging at angles from his torso, and with each breath he took those angles were getting wider and wider.

 

His chest simply rolled out of his body, mounding up higher, broader, and thicker with each second.  First his shirt pulled slightly tight across his chest, then his nipples began to poke out followed by two crescents, two platters, two mounds, two globes, a fusion to become an oversized barrel keg that caused the collar of the t-shirt to be pulled down and snap in two, creating a rip that ran all the way down mid abdomen.

 

His back caused the same to happen.  Becoming wider and wider along with the lats so that it looked like James could jump out of a plane a glide down with built in wings, it cause the back of the shirt to split and rip down as well.

 

Then there was the upper arms and the shoulders or more correctly the deltoids.  Together they kept mounding and mounding becoming these huge balls of muscle.  The biceps became hard and large like a baseball, growing and spreading out a little to look like a football,  then into some model of a mountain top waiting to be painted.  The triceps started growing as well matching the size and fullness of those biceps but growing in the opposite direction.  These upper arms were looking like gargantuan ham hocks hanging in a butchers shop.  Getting so full, so swollen with power, strength, and density,  James' upper arms didn't split the sleeves, they rolled them up into the crease between the upper arm and the deltoids.  Still, despite the number of folds the sleeve rolled into, the upper arms began the damage causing a small SNAP of tears to begin.

 

These rips were handled by the deltoids that were blowing up like balloons.  Going from a small playground ball to a bowling ball...then a medicine ball....then one of those iron kettle balls minus the handle.  Swelling to the bursting point they cause the shirt sleeves to finish ripping all the way up to the collar, as his traps rose up higher and higher to pinch off James' neck, which fought back by growing so thick the difference between how thick his head was and how thick his neck was, was minimal.

 

James stood there akimbo, widely, except his hands couldn't touch his waist as his arms due to their size and his lat development stuck out at angles nearly parallel with the floor.  The shredded fabric showed off his mighty mass.  Vuk and Connor could see tufts of salt n pepper hair springing from out behind torn shirt pieces on James' chest and abs.  Not only that they could see James' huge cock dangling so long between his humongous thighs.  James was a professional sized bodybuilder, that was for certain, but not taller, yet with that cock, could become a Colt model and make thousands of dollars.

 

But suddenly there was sound of rushing wind, the lights flashed to full power once more, and there stood James, still a massive bodybuilder nearly beyond belief, but he was fully clothed in a tight, but not skin tight, tight fitting v-neck shirt and a brand new pair of khaki shorts.  Those were still a little tight as well, but not so much as to make his dick size completely obvious.

 

James' stance loosened a little and Brian suddenly came to life shaking James' hand and slapping his shoulder as he ushered him off to the stage side.

 

"What a way to start our day with a nail biting win.  We'll be right back with more fun and games after this commercial break!"

 

Vuk and Conner sat there breathing heavily, but quietly.  They both turned to look at one another, with slight smiles and as much of a tent in their pants as they could muster.  They couldn't believe what they just saw, or what they would continue to see.  

 

Another contestant name was called to fill in the blank spot on contestant row, then another one to fill the sport from the next winner.  Both of the winners experienced some alteration after winning prizes as well: one winning a basket ball, basketball board and net, and basketball shoes from Nike, suddenly grew from around 5' 10" to about 6' 6", while the other, Anita, dropped an amazing amount of weight, became slim and toned with larger breasts.

 

As the two young men watched the wheel spins of the showcase showdown, which James' won - although they had to cut part of the taping for airing because James being so strong, it took like fifteen minutes for the wheel to slow down - the marveled and wondered in horny like awe.  They wondered what would happen if either one of them got called up to contestant's row.  No...it would never happen.  But they sat there nearly creaming their pants at the thought.  Hoping.  Praying.

 

"And that's the first half of The Price is Buff.  Come back and I promise you it will be just as thrilling as the first.  This is Brian Keane, we'll see you in about three minutes!"

[ploder4]

This is a great theme for a story.   You going to work with other game shows too?   

[FREaky]

This is a great theme for a story.   You going to work with other game shows too?   

 

Thank you.  No, I haven't thought about it, although I suppose there are plenty that could lend themselves well to it.  I'm just working on this one currently, but who knows what the muse will decide.

[cutlerfan]

Please continue this great story! I'd love to see Connor and Vuk inflate into gargantuan muscle men!

[Hanugumo]

Where can I sign up for the next round? >;3

I do wonder if this "game show" is the same as other ones where winners are able to return the next year too either lose their previous winnings our increase them with the next. >;3 Would be fun to see both Vuk & Conner go through that a couple of times and become true muscle giants (though maybe not multiple stories tall but definitely a LOT bigger then normal men). X3 lol <3 <3 <\

[ploder4]

Maybe one can win, and the other gets a chance at another game show.  It is a studio lot.  

[scot158f]

Incredible story - love how amazing the surprise is it for the boys'

[boy2beast]

I'm loving this concept! Great work!

[dsgbaug]

Great story