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Meant to post this earlier, but I was in the middle of moving and it kinda got put on the back burner. More to come, soon as I finish the next chapter.
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loculi
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kalegarrison
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP *SMASH*
A paw came down hard on the poor little clock, a little too hard if the remains of plastic and silicon were anything to go by.
Rays of sun peaked out from behind the window blinds, illuminating the form of a pale dragon lying down on his stomach. Kale was sprawled out on his bed in his apartment, limbs hanging off on all sides. He knew he had work in an hour and a half. He had a nasty habit of taking his time to wake up, so he made sure the alarm was set early enough to make sure he was awake in time for work. One of the disadvantages of being a member of his species, he supposed.
Kale groaned, letting out a long sigh. His head felt like it was going to pound itself out of his skull and every single part of his body was protesting with every movement. Slowly, he lifted his head and immediately regretted doing so. But he continued getting up, and eventually found himself sitting on the edge of his bed with his paws holding his head. Felt like he had a hangover without the party. He glanced over to the remains of his alarm, groaning in dismay. Guess I’ll have to rely on my phone or something. After sitting there for a few minutes, he finally got up and headed for the toilet. After taking a whizz, he felt his way to the fridge and pantry and made himself a large bowl of cereal. Still groggy, he went to get dressed and grabbed a pair of boxers. As he put them on, however, he immediately noticed something was off. They didn’t quite fit the way they usually did, and overall they were a little tight. He tore them off and scrambled find the light switch in the bathroom.
A white-scaled dragon stared back at him, complete with two large horns growing from his brow. Two rows of additional smaller horns ran up along his snout and over his head. A long neck extended down to his torso, a torso that was much larger than what he was used to. Thicker arms, bigger pecs, cut thighs, even his slight belly pouch was gone in place of more pronounced abs. He had seen the 150 lb increase the other day, but it seemed that it had all converted to pure muscle.
Kale ran his fingers over his stomach, feeling the hills and valleys making up the new topography of his scales. He contemplated his larger form, giving a few experimental flexes for the mirror. He got so absorbed in discovering his new self that he nearly missed seeing the microwave clock telling him he was going to be late for work.
Shit! Scrambling out of the bathroom, he threw on his work shirt and pants and sprinted out the door.
“So what’s your secret?”
Kale attempted to ignore his coworker as he wrenched on an older Chevy. Much to his chagrin, his bigger physique had not gone unnoticed by his fellow mechanics, and it certainly had not gone unnoticed by him. Even as he was heading out the door, his clothes fought to stay in place and he found himself pulling his shirt back down every five minutes. It didn’t sit right in the shoulders anymore and would bunch up anytime he raised his arms even a little. His pants were cramped and looking like they were painted on. The talk with his supervisor had been particularly uncomfortable with his clothes practically bursting off of him. “I have no problem with you working out, Kale,” his boss had said. “but you will continue to be professional in both your attendance, and your appearance. Is that understood?” Kale nodded in affirmation and exited the office as carefully as he could so as not to inadvertently rip or tear anything. Of course, as soon as he was out, Mark began his barrage of questions about his clothes being too small, whether he had shrunk them in the wash, and then of course once he realized it wasn’t his clothes, he wanted to know why Kale was suddenly bursting with muscle and wanted to know how it happened.
“I noticed you’ve been eating a lot, are you just growing them naturally? Are you working out? Are you participating in an experimental study with mutagenics?” And on, and on, and on.
“No, Mark. I’m not being pumped with experimental mutagenics.”
“Radiation, then? Like in comic books, where the hero is bombarded with radiation and gets superpowers? That would be so cool!”
“No radiation, no superpowers.”
“Ooh, what if some latent genetic disorder was showing itself, and you’re just gonna keep growing and growing? Wow, you could be a giant! Ooh, what if someone else had the same thing, but they go all evil and start stomping around the city and you’’d have to fig-“
“MARK!” Kale shouted, startling Mark enough to stop his vomiting of questions and hypotheticals. Kale sighed, and looked down at the fox. “I’m just putting on some weight. Now, I have to finish this before the day is done, and you can’t be standing there asking me questions all day while you’ve got your own cars to finish, alright?” he said, giving the fox a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Placated, Mark nodded and went back to the oil change he was performing, but that didn’t stop him from voicing his musings. “Can someone even grow that big? Wouldn’t their skeleton collapse under it’s own weight? Maybe that’s where the mutagenics come in…”
It would be another five days until Kale got a chance to go back to the junkyard. Being full-time didn’t exactly allow him to hang around after work after hours. In the meantime, he kept up his caloric intake however and whenever he could. He had pretty much doubled his grocery bill, and unless he was two-paws deep with something, he always had food in his hand. Kale knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it up without assistance, but he was determined to see this through to the end, whether that was 2 months or 2 years from now.
Wearing only a pair of gym shorts he found in the back of his dresser, he found himself standing in same spot he was in the week before. A large metal frame stood in front of him; perhaps the remains of an engine crane that was left to rot. Stacks of cars both crushed and whole towered around him, and the ground was scattered with miscellaneous engine blocks from various cars.
He had opted to drink the shake before he left home, hoping to get right into it. And into it, he did. He warmed up by jogging to the junkyard, about 3 miles from his apartment. After that, he did three sets of 50 push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups, and jumping jacks. After that, he tackled that same V8 he found the previous week and did three sets of 40 curls. He benched one pancaked shell of a car that still had to weigh about the same as he did for a while. Then he repeated the whole shebang one more time.
It around the two hour mark when he finished his second round. Given what he did last week, he knew he could go on, but he wanted to experiment a little bit and decided to call it quits for the day. But instead of heading back to his apartment, he jogged to an all-you-can-eat buffet downtown, one of the few that catered to the larger species. It meant that it was much more expensive, given the sheer about of food that passed through the place, but it was well worth the price to not worry about getting kicked out because you ate too much. Still, after eating a solid five dragon-sized plates of chicken, beef, pork, and veggies in an an hour, Kale was getting looks from the staff and even his fellow scalies. And by the looks of his slightly protruding stomach poking out from under his shirt, he figured that was his cue to leave. He paid for his stay and walked out, but not before letting loose an almost earth-shattering belch.
He had just walked in his front door when the shake’s effects wore off completely. He had hoped to avoid passing out for hours on end like the last time, but as soon as he downed the second strawberry-flavored shake of the day, he dragged himself over to his bed and crashed onto it, asleep before he even finished bouncing.
It was 11:00 before Kale finally came to. Fortunately, it was Sunday and the shop was closed. Blinking in the bright light coming through his bedroom window. Brain still foggy, he slowly sat up, his head pounding. His mouth was sticky and dry, and he was getting to his feet when he noticed something was off. Heavy thuds accompanied the impacts from his feet touching the floor, and his legs felt heavy and stiff. Come to think of it, his whole body felt heavy and stiff. Headache still there, he went to hold his head, but his chin touched his chest much sooner than expected. Eyes snapping open, Kale shot to his feet and tried to look down. His pectorals were partially obscuring his feet. Scrambling to the bathroom, the mirror painted the whole picture for him.
Every square inch of his body was swollen with new muscle. An highly-defined 8-pack adorned his stomach and his arms were being pushed out by his lats. His quads were quite literally the size of tree trunks and his arms weren’t that far behind. His traps rose far above what they used to, to the point where they were starting to affect his ability to turn his head. Even his tail was thicker.
“Holy shit.”
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loculiKale ©
kalegarrisonBEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP *SMASH*
A paw came down hard on the poor little clock, a little too hard if the remains of plastic and silicon were anything to go by.
Rays of sun peaked out from behind the window blinds, illuminating the form of a pale dragon lying down on his stomach. Kale was sprawled out on his bed in his apartment, limbs hanging off on all sides. He knew he had work in an hour and a half. He had a nasty habit of taking his time to wake up, so he made sure the alarm was set early enough to make sure he was awake in time for work. One of the disadvantages of being a member of his species, he supposed.
Kale groaned, letting out a long sigh. His head felt like it was going to pound itself out of his skull and every single part of his body was protesting with every movement. Slowly, he lifted his head and immediately regretted doing so. But he continued getting up, and eventually found himself sitting on the edge of his bed with his paws holding his head. Felt like he had a hangover without the party. He glanced over to the remains of his alarm, groaning in dismay. Guess I’ll have to rely on my phone or something. After sitting there for a few minutes, he finally got up and headed for the toilet. After taking a whizz, he felt his way to the fridge and pantry and made himself a large bowl of cereal. Still groggy, he went to get dressed and grabbed a pair of boxers. As he put them on, however, he immediately noticed something was off. They didn’t quite fit the way they usually did, and overall they were a little tight. He tore them off and scrambled find the light switch in the bathroom.
A white-scaled dragon stared back at him, complete with two large horns growing from his brow. Two rows of additional smaller horns ran up along his snout and over his head. A long neck extended down to his torso, a torso that was much larger than what he was used to. Thicker arms, bigger pecs, cut thighs, even his slight belly pouch was gone in place of more pronounced abs. He had seen the 150 lb increase the other day, but it seemed that it had all converted to pure muscle.
Kale ran his fingers over his stomach, feeling the hills and valleys making up the new topography of his scales. He contemplated his larger form, giving a few experimental flexes for the mirror. He got so absorbed in discovering his new self that he nearly missed seeing the microwave clock telling him he was going to be late for work.
Shit! Scrambling out of the bathroom, he threw on his work shirt and pants and sprinted out the door.
“So what’s your secret?”
Kale attempted to ignore his coworker as he wrenched on an older Chevy. Much to his chagrin, his bigger physique had not gone unnoticed by his fellow mechanics, and it certainly had not gone unnoticed by him. Even as he was heading out the door, his clothes fought to stay in place and he found himself pulling his shirt back down every five minutes. It didn’t sit right in the shoulders anymore and would bunch up anytime he raised his arms even a little. His pants were cramped and looking like they were painted on. The talk with his supervisor had been particularly uncomfortable with his clothes practically bursting off of him. “I have no problem with you working out, Kale,” his boss had said. “but you will continue to be professional in both your attendance, and your appearance. Is that understood?” Kale nodded in affirmation and exited the office as carefully as he could so as not to inadvertently rip or tear anything. Of course, as soon as he was out, Mark began his barrage of questions about his clothes being too small, whether he had shrunk them in the wash, and then of course once he realized it wasn’t his clothes, he wanted to know why Kale was suddenly bursting with muscle and wanted to know how it happened.
“I noticed you’ve been eating a lot, are you just growing them naturally? Are you working out? Are you participating in an experimental study with mutagenics?” And on, and on, and on.
“No, Mark. I’m not being pumped with experimental mutagenics.”
“Radiation, then? Like in comic books, where the hero is bombarded with radiation and gets superpowers? That would be so cool!”
“No radiation, no superpowers.”
“Ooh, what if some latent genetic disorder was showing itself, and you’re just gonna keep growing and growing? Wow, you could be a giant! Ooh, what if someone else had the same thing, but they go all evil and start stomping around the city and you’’d have to fig-“
“MARK!” Kale shouted, startling Mark enough to stop his vomiting of questions and hypotheticals. Kale sighed, and looked down at the fox. “I’m just putting on some weight. Now, I have to finish this before the day is done, and you can’t be standing there asking me questions all day while you’ve got your own cars to finish, alright?” he said, giving the fox a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Placated, Mark nodded and went back to the oil change he was performing, but that didn’t stop him from voicing his musings. “Can someone even grow that big? Wouldn’t their skeleton collapse under it’s own weight? Maybe that’s where the mutagenics come in…”
It would be another five days until Kale got a chance to go back to the junkyard. Being full-time didn’t exactly allow him to hang around after work after hours. In the meantime, he kept up his caloric intake however and whenever he could. He had pretty much doubled his grocery bill, and unless he was two-paws deep with something, he always had food in his hand. Kale knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it up without assistance, but he was determined to see this through to the end, whether that was 2 months or 2 years from now.
Wearing only a pair of gym shorts he found in the back of his dresser, he found himself standing in same spot he was in the week before. A large metal frame stood in front of him; perhaps the remains of an engine crane that was left to rot. Stacks of cars both crushed and whole towered around him, and the ground was scattered with miscellaneous engine blocks from various cars.
He had opted to drink the shake before he left home, hoping to get right into it. And into it, he did. He warmed up by jogging to the junkyard, about 3 miles from his apartment. After that, he did three sets of 50 push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups, and jumping jacks. After that, he tackled that same V8 he found the previous week and did three sets of 40 curls. He benched one pancaked shell of a car that still had to weigh about the same as he did for a while. Then he repeated the whole shebang one more time.
It around the two hour mark when he finished his second round. Given what he did last week, he knew he could go on, but he wanted to experiment a little bit and decided to call it quits for the day. But instead of heading back to his apartment, he jogged to an all-you-can-eat buffet downtown, one of the few that catered to the larger species. It meant that it was much more expensive, given the sheer about of food that passed through the place, but it was well worth the price to not worry about getting kicked out because you ate too much. Still, after eating a solid five dragon-sized plates of chicken, beef, pork, and veggies in an an hour, Kale was getting looks from the staff and even his fellow scalies. And by the looks of his slightly protruding stomach poking out from under his shirt, he figured that was his cue to leave. He paid for his stay and walked out, but not before letting loose an almost earth-shattering belch.
He had just walked in his front door when the shake’s effects wore off completely. He had hoped to avoid passing out for hours on end like the last time, but as soon as he downed the second strawberry-flavored shake of the day, he dragged himself over to his bed and crashed onto it, asleep before he even finished bouncing.
It was 11:00 before Kale finally came to. Fortunately, it was Sunday and the shop was closed. Blinking in the bright light coming through his bedroom window. Brain still foggy, he slowly sat up, his head pounding. His mouth was sticky and dry, and he was getting to his feet when he noticed something was off. Heavy thuds accompanied the impacts from his feet touching the floor, and his legs felt heavy and stiff. Come to think of it, his whole body felt heavy and stiff. Headache still there, he went to hold his head, but his chin touched his chest much sooner than expected. Eyes snapping open, Kale shot to his feet and tried to look down. His pectorals were partially obscuring his feet. Scrambling to the bathroom, the mirror painted the whole picture for him.
Every square inch of his body was swollen with new muscle. An highly-defined 8-pack adorned his stomach and his arms were being pushed out by his lats. His quads were quite literally the size of tree trunks and his arms weren’t that far behind. His traps rose far above what they used to, to the point where they were starting to affect his ability to turn his head. Even his tail was thicker.
“Holy shit.”
Category Story / Muscle
Species Western Dragon
Size 93 x 120px
File Size 10.6 kB
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