Professor Maximus Bentley was a curious fellow.

Borne to a wealthy noble family upon the British isles, he lived a life of enough privilege to do almost anything he wished. Any career was open to him, no hobby too expensive, and no line with enough consequences for him to cross. Yet even at his earliest age, Bentley was a...different man, than most of his class would welcome. He was a man who loved nothing more than to learn, to explore, to discover, and so for much of his life, Bentley switched professions around from historian, archaeologist, zoologist, even a doctor, as wealth let him expand his talents into all of these fields, and travel across the globe to further them still. His youth was long and adventurous, as Bentley had been to almost every earth-based region one could think of, from the peaks of Everest, to the depths of the ocean, the shores of Dubai, the canyons of America, the plains of Australia, the bustle of India, the beauty of Japan, the castles of Germany, and so much more.
And yet, no matter where he want, what he did, and what he learned, Bentley refused to overstay his welcome. Every interaction was as respectful as can be, every question was as earnest as it was eager, and every trip was one made of untold gratitude. For Bentley loved the world he loved in, he had a strange ability to see the brightest parts of anything, and it made his endless journeys ones of unbelievable wonder, for everyone he came across.

And yet out of all the places he had visited throughout his life, none had grabbed his heart, quite like the plains of the vast African continent.
It was something about the place, its elegant balance of culture and nature, the gorgeous views that stretched across every direction he looked, and, of course, the wonderfully exotic wildlife. The African Elephants were by far his favourite, their hulking forms, looming presence, yet ever so gentle and cheerful mannerisms, it struck a deep chord within Bentley's soul, and he'd spend hours on increasingly frequent safaris just sitting and watching the towering beasts mill about in their peaceful lives.

Soon however, time caught up to the wealthy fellow, and eventually the youthful adventurer found himself nearing his 70s. His aging body, whilst still healthy and active, was far from an ideal form to travel the world with anymore. Retirement wanted him, and Bentley, though it pained him so, felt no other choice but to relent. But he long left his family home back in England to the other members of his family, as he had only one place in mind to spend the rest of his years. And so, he purchased a manor upon African soil, so that he could forever be closer to his beloved continent.

But of course, committing to a life within Africa made him well aware to the flaws housed within. And one in particular...was personal.

For the elephants, rhinos, lions, all of Africa's most wonderful of beasts....well, endangerment was an ever present shadow. See, their bodies had value, with ivory from Elephant tusks providing much for aesthetic decoration. Thus, poachers, wealthy men just like Bentley, without a shred of his heart, would go on safaris themselves to illegally hunt and kill an already dwindling species. And the mere idea tore rents into Bentley, enraging him deeply...only to send him into mourning instead. For he couldn't help, his wealth was pathetic compared to the collective poaching organisations, his influence did nothing to dissuade corrupt enforcers of the law, and he was a small, feeble old man on top of that, far too weak to even muster a boxing punch to one of their scrawniest crewmen.

So instead, Bentley was left in a haze, going through the motions, and his safaris became something more of a dreary mope, as he would go out into great plans after a particularly rough morning, and stare out at the beautiful elephants, blissful in their peace, and wishing with all his heart that he could be strong enough to do something, anything......

And that was when, without a moment of warning, an eager voice whispered her agreement in Bentley's ear.

At first startled, Bentley had clumsily fallen out of his vehicle, as his eyes gazed upon the ethereal form of a beautiful, dark-skinned woman. An ancestral spirit she was, a minor deity dedicated to the protection of the land Bentley had held so fondly, one who naturally felt that exact same care for the African ecosystem. But though her powers were vast, her strength paled in comparison to that of the modern day, and despite her capability for miracles, she was unable to do her blessed work as effectively as she used to. But Bentley on the other hand, she saw right through every piece of priss, prim, civility, saw the deepest regions of his desire, and knew just what to do with it.
Thus she made the man an offer: Agree to help in the protection of Africa in any way he could, and in exchange she'd grant him the powers of the proud, looming animals he so deeply admired.
Initially, Bentley protested. He was a white man of course, British heritage in fact. Even if he could assist in some way, he had no right to, his own people had tampered far too much.
But the spirit merely chuckled, saying that the contrasting irony of his heart made it all the sweeter, and eagerly granted him a...."sample", to entice him.

Within moments, Bentley was watching in utter shock, as his feet swelled within his boots. Bare skin pressed hard into the leather, as the changing man felt his soles grow more and more sensitive, vibration attuned nerve-endings erupting in number inside his flesh, until he could distinctly feel and discern every stitch, every seam, every stretch and tremor of his footwear, and even every individual little spec of dust pressed into his skin, as the sensations of his massively heightened sense of touch....sent wave after wave of indescribable pleasure across his whole body.

By the time those very seams were rupturing, stitching and strands of leather tearing across ballooning squishy flesh, as his hulking bare feet were spewing out of his bursting footwear, and inflating to the size of buildings, Bentley lost any semblance of apprehension to the spirits offer. For the two knew that such a thing, for such a righteous cause, was an absolute dream come true for the aging fellow, and the agreement had been settled the moment his fattening, ring-adorned toes, ripped out of his boots into the fresh safari air.

From then on, Professor Maximus Bentley lives a double-life. There is his human form, the good professor, where he has taken up the job of a historical professor within the University of Johannesbug, educating his wonderful students on the full scope of the world's hectic, yet beautiful history. And then, should the mood take him, or should the African land call for his aid, Bentley would rush towards nature's cry of defence....as his body would begin to swell, and swell, and swell, human clothing splitting and ripping across his rising form and divinely enchanted undersuit, and his feet growing increasingly bare through the bursting shreds of socks and shoes....

Until whatever foolish interloper that made the mistake of harming the ancestral land, would hear the booming, earth-shaking, thunderous foot-falls...

Of Mother Africa's, Wild Sentinel.

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So, I debated when it was a good time to post this, but frankly I just grew impatient, and wanted to get something new onto the page. So, say hello to Bentley, a new OC of mine that I've made to proper indulge my love for the Macro side of tf content. The idea is that this guy is a wise, kindly, adorable old man who can basically transform into a gigantic elephant man pretty much...whenever he wants, however he wants, and size himself to pretty ridiculous levels. This guy is completely unconnected to Ironclad Flesh, he exists in a standalone setting that may not even really have a story. He's just a uni professor who grows big and stomps on poachers, that's really it, he purely exists for kink content. But that's alright, I did actually want a character that can fill a simple niche for when I just want a big, wholesome monster man, and now we've got one right here.

I don't know if there's going to be much more on the setting itself, I'm thinking somewhat urban fantasy, because Bentley doesn't actually hide the fact he can turn into a giant elephant thing, he's quite open about it with his students and the places he goes. His vibe is something like spider-man, because a lot of folk in the continent like him as a protector and guide, just mainly so he can be more comfortable being in guardian form around the little citizens.

I also don't know how big he can get, like I want him to be able to grow to ridiculous scale, like the little figures next to the guardian form, but I don't know about a limit. I'd say, probably within the planet's atmosphere, as anything beyond would not only be a bit too stupid, but might also defeat the purpose of him....y'know, being magic Africa security.

Personality would be typical old mentor figure with a side of british poshness to it. He's largely very friendly, and quite snarky, so unless you're like actively hostile to him, he'll be happy with you.

Finally, and most importantly: His feet, are very, very cuddly. Again, the point of Bentley's powers is to protect, not destroy, so his feet are this incredibly soft, squishy, plush leather texture, so that if he steps on you, he ends up just smothering you. Gets the job done by scaring off poachers, but he can, and will, make himself swell up even bigger if the situation needs it. Also, his feet are incredibly sensitive too, as that's an actual feature of elephant biology, so he's able to distinctly feel every little vibration and texture underfoot with flawless accuracy, like Toph from avatar but....even more. And most importantly, he's well aware of this, and well aware of its appeal, because yes, he also finds his guardian form attractive, and absolutely loves transforming into it. Like, say if you encounter him in the plains, and ask to caress his feet, he'd first check if he has time to spare, and if he does, he'll happily let you. Yes, Bentley does love attention drawn to his feet too.
Go up to his human form when he's not busy, politely ask if you could see/caress the elephant feet, and y'know what'd happen?
He'd blush slightly, smile, and then groan, as whatever footwear he's donned at that moment would start to bloat, and strain, and rip.

Yeah so it's very late right now, I'm very tired, so here you go, enjoy.