This was a commission from Renard, who's been seeing a lot of these t-shirts with a more muscular Disney cast on them. Don't see me complaining!

Art by Yours Truly
Story by  Renard_DeFleureax

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“Well gosh, Donald, didn’t know you worked out here, too…”

Donald Duck groaned as he set down his respectably heavy weights. He knew that voice. “Hey, Mickey.”

Looming over Donald was a black mountain of bulging muscle, wearing only a pair of red shorts and matching running shoes to show off as much of his titanic build as possible. Mickey Mouse had been supportive when Donald decided to work out, to build up muscle and stand out more from the group. But then he started teasing the mouse, and that was always a bad idea. Apparently, attempting to bench press the famous mascot just to prove a point was a step too far. Now, thanks to some patented “Disney magic,” Donald was once again left in Mickey’s shadow, in a much more literal fashion this time.

“So, what’s on the schedule for today, pal?” Mickey asked, resting one massive arm on Donald’s head and swiping off his hat with his free hand. “Maybe you can finally start getting serious about lifting.”

“I am serious about it,” Donald grumbled. “And gimme back my hat!”

Mickey held it out of the duck’s reach, waving his sailor’s cap as he idly flexed his free arm, his bicep swelling up bigger than Donald’s head. “Hah, I didn’t hear the magic word.”

Donald fumed, but was grounded bearing the mouse’s mammoth weight on his head. “...Please.”

“Sure thing, pal. Right after you spot me, of course. Maybe I can give you some pointers on doing a proper workout, while we’re at it…”