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What some of you may not know, I try to workout at times. Not much, and not as consistently as I wished for, but I do. And not just a single kind of workout. I try out a lot, from jogging to lifting weights to playing squash, swimming, all kinds of things.
And sometimes I try out some new sports as well. But I am not much one to play with other people in a team, I am afraid, it always makes me nervous to be judged and all, even if the others were just beginners like me.
So a little while ago I found a more hidden basketball square in some backyard. There was some trash around, which showed me nobody has really played there in a longer time, yet this was perfect to me. So some time ago later in the evening I was goin to that spot with a cheap basketball I had purchased earlier that day and I just played around, not raelly trying anything serious. Throwing the ball into hoops again and again, dribbling back and forth between the two sides of the square.
After a while I then try to see if I could dunk some balls, cause let's admit it, it just looks totally cool doing that. But I barely reach up to the hoop, no matter how hard I try to jump up. Yet I don't give up, trying to go faster, go swifter, trying to concentrate more on certain muscles to jump high enough. And somehow soon enough I make progress, my muscles pulsating and throbbing heavily as I pant heavily from exhaustion burning through my body, yet I don't give up yet. I want to dunk at least once.
So I keep on going, not noticing how my muscles do not only burn with energy, but swell with muscle mass, growing thicker and stronger by the minute. In fact I am so sunken into my concentrated training that I do not notice my feet bursting into thick scaly hind-paws, not digitigraded, giving me an extra 10 centimeters or so, neither do I notice the seam of my training pants rip in the middle of the rear as it gives way to my growing tail, and neither do I notice how my growing chest gives me breathing room as I keep running back and forth, trying to dunk hard.
For surely ten more minutes I keep on running back and forth, my body swelling with each step, dribbling the ball faster and harder, the ball sounding like it wants to give up, that's how hard I smash it to the ground. And then I think I can do it. I rush forward, eyes on the target, I feel my entire legs buzzing with a new found energy. I try to step on one specific spot on the ground, bend my knee a little bit before jumping up and forward, sailing through the air, my much large hand holding onto the ball as I glide towards the hoop.
With a dry clinking sound the ball goes through the ring, while my claws slice away any remaining paint on the rusty ring. I did it, I dunked the ball through it. It is exhiliarating, exciting, I feel so accomplished now.
I raise my fists to the air and roar out loudly, my deep roaring voice echoeing from the buildings around me and only now do I realize what just happened.
Damn, I had started to change into my dragon form without even being aware of it, and by the looks of it, I wasn't even finished yet.
To wrap things up, let's just say, it was quite a heck of a mess for me to go home, late at night, in semi-ripped clothes and barefoot without being seen.
A really cool picture of me becoming more muscular and monsterious , drawn by the awesome
Beastlab36 . Check out his Twitter account, he is more active there.
And sometimes I try out some new sports as well. But I am not much one to play with other people in a team, I am afraid, it always makes me nervous to be judged and all, even if the others were just beginners like me.
So a little while ago I found a more hidden basketball square in some backyard. There was some trash around, which showed me nobody has really played there in a longer time, yet this was perfect to me. So some time ago later in the evening I was goin to that spot with a cheap basketball I had purchased earlier that day and I just played around, not raelly trying anything serious. Throwing the ball into hoops again and again, dribbling back and forth between the two sides of the square.
After a while I then try to see if I could dunk some balls, cause let's admit it, it just looks totally cool doing that. But I barely reach up to the hoop, no matter how hard I try to jump up. Yet I don't give up, trying to go faster, go swifter, trying to concentrate more on certain muscles to jump high enough. And somehow soon enough I make progress, my muscles pulsating and throbbing heavily as I pant heavily from exhaustion burning through my body, yet I don't give up yet. I want to dunk at least once.
So I keep on going, not noticing how my muscles do not only burn with energy, but swell with muscle mass, growing thicker and stronger by the minute. In fact I am so sunken into my concentrated training that I do not notice my feet bursting into thick scaly hind-paws, not digitigraded, giving me an extra 10 centimeters or so, neither do I notice the seam of my training pants rip in the middle of the rear as it gives way to my growing tail, and neither do I notice how my growing chest gives me breathing room as I keep running back and forth, trying to dunk hard.
For surely ten more minutes I keep on running back and forth, my body swelling with each step, dribbling the ball faster and harder, the ball sounding like it wants to give up, that's how hard I smash it to the ground. And then I think I can do it. I rush forward, eyes on the target, I feel my entire legs buzzing with a new found energy. I try to step on one specific spot on the ground, bend my knee a little bit before jumping up and forward, sailing through the air, my much large hand holding onto the ball as I glide towards the hoop.
With a dry clinking sound the ball goes through the ring, while my claws slice away any remaining paint on the rusty ring. I did it, I dunked the ball through it. It is exhiliarating, exciting, I feel so accomplished now.
I raise my fists to the air and roar out loudly, my deep roaring voice echoeing from the buildings around me and only now do I realize what just happened.
Damn, I had started to change into my dragon form without even being aware of it, and by the looks of it, I wasn't even finished yet.
To wrap things up, let's just say, it was quite a heck of a mess for me to go home, late at night, in semi-ripped clothes and barefoot without being seen.
A really cool picture of me becoming more muscular and monsterious , drawn by the awesome
Beastlab36 . Check out his Twitter account, he is more active there.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Western Dragon
Size 991 x 1280px
File Size 141 kB
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