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Another goal, another boost! We're consistently blown away by your support guys; it means a lot! Already Jose's gotten back to his original size (if not a bit more~), and Victor's looking nice 'n round, and there's still three weekends of voting left, including this one! Can't wait to see how big they really get!
Victor and Jose felt oddly refreshed after their time in Isaac’s pub; feeling the sheer energy coursing from their Wind Jewels, and more than a little intoxicated on the vast amount of spirit energy they had consumed, they swaggered out to the streets. Music still filled the air as the pair made their way down the crowded venues, their newly acquired mass only making the trip slightly more hazardous. Jose’s now thicker, solid muscles bumped into the occasional skeleton while Victor’s prominent belly bounced and wobbled, nearly knocking a passerby over every now and again.
“This may not exactly be what I had in mind, but it's temporary- just wait until I get Azazel back,” the tigrat chuckled as he patted his gut, feeling it shift and sway under his palm. “But I don't think it's going to get us closer to Xolotl quite yet.”
Jose was busy waving to a few passing skeletons; the drunken revelry was catching up in the land of the dead, so at least the denizens seemed more affable. “Sorry, what were joo saying, amigo?” The bull was grinning from ear to ear as he watched a group of skeletons competing in a small foot race.
Victor shook his head. “I'm saying that we have to do something to get out of here. Hanging out at pubs is fun, but I'm seeing way more bone around here than I'm used to. And I'm keen on giving Xolotl a piece of my mind, so getting to him is priority numero uno, okay?” The hybrid crossed his arms, an action which would have been intimidating at one point, except his now sagging chest didn't hold the same oomph that it once did.
“You're looking to meet with Xolotl?” came a hiss from nearby. “I think I know something you'll want to hear.” The gleaming white bones of an eagle shifted through the nearby crowd, the skull decorated with swirls of cyan paint, vibrant splotches of color spreading over the bare calcium.
Jose whirled back around from spectating, eyes bright. “Joo can tell us how to find him, señor? Por favor, tell us everything!” The bull lunged forward, hands outstretched to clap down on the eagle’s bony shoulders, only to miss as the bird stepped back.
“Find him? It will take some work, going to have to get through a few obstacles. The first is the home of Vucub-Came, the Trickster. If you head along the road toward the pyramid you'll find his house, you can't miss it.” The eagle let out a chuckle. “Just be careful, he's earned his title.”
Victor grinned and shook his head, chins wobbling slightly. “I'm not worried, I've dealt with some things that think they're clever before. They're never as smart as they think they are. Thanks though, sir. Jose, let's get rolling.” The tigrat grabbed at the bull’s arm, tugging firmly before he thanked the skeleton again. They had a lot of ground to cover as it was.
The house of Vucub-Came was a sprawling stone mansion, the outside carved with hieroglyphics depicting numerous people and things, some pleasant, some...not so much. The front door was open and standing in the doorway was the grinning skeleton of a coyote. Its skull was dashed with green paint, its teeth posed in an eternal canine grin. “Ahh, guests, please come right in. Vucub-Came has been waiting for you.”
“Yeah, that's not creepy at all, is it?” Victor lifted an eyebrow and followed the coyote through the door.
Jose chuckled and patted the tigrat’s back as they plodded along, the inside of the house lit with blazing torches, more hieroglyphics lining the walls. “Joo have to be more willing to trust people, amigo. Joo never know when someone is trying to just be nice.”
The pair had finally stepped into a large, sprawling room decorated with hieroglyphics showing sporting events when the doors behind them slammed shut with a resounding boom. Victor shot a glare at Jose. “Oh yes, that really makes me want to trust somebody called ‘the Trickster’ right off the bat.”
“Oh come on, señor,” came a voice from the far end of the room, “that's just a title, really.” Seated in a large chair was a panther skeleton, the skull streaked with purple paint that even ran down the prominent canines. Surely, this had to be Vacub-Came. But then the coyote moved over, leaning against the chair and grinning toward the visitors. “Besides, I'm just being a good host.” So this was the true Trickster? A third stepped from behind the chair, the eagle from the streets. “But you've dealt with more clever things than me before, I'm sure.”
“See, this is exactly why I have trust issues, Jose.” The portly hybrid groaned as he rubbed at his plump cheeks, making them wobble slightly. “And now you're going to tell us we have to do some kind of horrible task to move on to the next round.”
If the trio of skeletons could have frowned more deeply it would have been impressive, especially for skulls. When words did come, they came in a chorus. “You come into my home and presume my intentions? There is no horrible task, mortals, simply a game. Win and you walk free, onward, deeper into Xibalba. Lose… well. We can work out the finer details.”
Jose perked his ears and clapped his hands together, “Si, a game sounds fine, do joo not think, Victor? It would be rude to decline a host.” The bulky bull turned his gaze to Vucub-Came, or tried to, looking from skeleton to skeleton. “Now, what did joo have in mind, señor...s? Jose is excelente at Chutes and Ladders, Candy Land, Battleship…”
A chorus of laughter split the air as the skeletons cackled. The eagle pointed to the floor, the entire room patterned with black and white tiles. “Something a bit more complex, amigo.” A dry, rasping sound came as the coyote snapped it's fingers. From the ceiling, chess pieces began to fall into place, each nearly as tall as Victor and Jose. Faces were carved on each of the stone figures, none of them looking particularly happy. Bone white pieces stood before Victor and Jose while carved obsidian sat in front of the skeletons.
Victor smirked as he rubbed his hands together, the action making the fat of his arms jiggle. “I think this one is my turf, Jose. I should warn you, I learned to play a few years ago for a job. You aren't going to just bowl me over, buddy.”
The trio of skeletons seemed to return the smirk as the panther leaned forward. “Oh, bowling you over is the job for my vassal.” That feline maw opened and a snarling roar spilled out, echoing through the room. The floor shook, the chess pieces only standing still from their own weight. A mass began to loom up from behind Vucub-Came, a small mountain filling up the void. Dark fur covered a canine body that was packed with muscle, broad lats forcing the brute’s arms up and away from his body as each breath the wolf took caused the shelf of his chest to heave forward. Leather bands wrapped around his upper arms, straining with each shift of his body, biceps looking ready to split open the tanned hides. The beast leaned forward to see over his chest, easily double the height of the mortals. Red eyes burned bright, his muzzle painted white over the dark fur, forming a skull. The only shred of clothing beyond the armbands was a tattered loincloth that swished as the wolf stepped around the skeletons, thick claws clicking off the floor.
A deep growl resonated as the wolf leaned down. “None who play against the mighty Vucub-Came win.” Tensing his arms the beast caused the armbands to tear slightly as his biceps ground into the sides of his chest.
Victor coughed softly as he looked up at the monstrous canine. “Well, certainly seems like things are a bit more interesting now.”
Jose whistled low as he looked over the beast. “What are joo people feeding people down here? He wouldn't even fit in the ring back home.”
The wolf grinned broadly before shifting back behind the black chess pieces and grunting. “White moves first, hurry it up. Stalling won't make you more likely to win.”
Victor frowned as he looked at the pieces on the board. Walking up to a pawn he tried to lift it to move the piece, grunting a bit before blushing. Going around without his muscles was still new for him, let alone the new weight he was still adjusting to.
“Hey, uh…” Victor cleared his throat, trying to hide the fact he was already out of breath. “Jose, buddy, could you…?”
Jose grinned, flexing his muscular arm. “De nada, amigo.” He threw all his weight against the pawn, grunting under the effort as he moved the pawn forward.
The skeletal trio chortled before the coyote let out a hum. “Ah, right. If my good vassal will be moving the pieces it would do well for me to be able to see the board from his point of view.”
The hulking wolf grunted as one of his enormous paws moved over to the skeletons, plucking the skulls from each body deftly. All three were slid onto a thin strip of leather that the canine brute wrapped around the pillar of muscle holding up his head, forming a macabre necklace.
The eagle clacked its beak, “Much better vantage point...now, time for an appropriate response.” The avian skull barely seemed to glance at a piece before the wolf reached out for a pawn. His gargantuan mitt of a paw wrapped over the stone block with ease as he lifted it, slamming it down two spaces forward.
Jose grimaced as he looked at the skulls, “Ah, Jose did not think he would see something so macabro even in the land of the dead.”
“Oh come on, there wasn't even blood or anything. There are B-horror movies with worse stuff”, Victor grumbled as he tried moving one of the knights, only to cede to Jose with a bit of grumbling under his breath.
Pieces were moved bit by bit, neither player seeming keen on making risky moves. The skulls barely seemed to do more than offer idle prattle until the first piece was taken. Lifting up a black bishop, the wolf brought it crashing down on one of the white pawns. The bone white piece was decimated, chips of stone flying across the board as the lupine growled richly. “First piece taken. More will fall before you lose.”
Victor smirked as he began to push his own bishop toward Vucub-Came’s, the white stone bumping into the black. “Bishop takes bishop!” The black bishop began to crack before crumbling as green mist poured from the broken piece. It rapidly sank into the wind jewels on both mortals. Victor hiccuped as his belly wobbled and began to spill out, drooping downward. Jose tensed up, fur rising on end as his chest expanded, pushing out of his vest.
The massive wolf growled, “One falls, just luck. Vucub-Came will win.” The skulls clicked and clacked in agreement, falling into soft muttering about the next move to make.
The game progressed a bit faster from the point, the Trickster’s vassal crushing pieces with ease as Victor moved to try and stem the tide of losses. Each black piece that ruptured and fell only served to invigorate the mortals.
Victor’s already plush form bowed outward, growing from merely plump to outright fat. His belly swayed low, jiggling with every shift of his body, his chest sagging along with it. A third chin had puffed up along with his rather doughy cheeks and a ring of fat around his neck. The tigrat’s rump was partially spilling out of his pants, seams popping over his thunder thighs. Even his tail had grown thicker, hanging limp over the broad shelf of his rear.
Jose seemed to fair a bit better. While Victor began to pant from just walking about the bull was growing a great deal more sturdy. His biceps bulged and began to bump into the sides of his chest as each piece fell, his proud pecs jutting out beyond his muzzle. He was beginning to look more like his old self, and then some, as the match went on. Jose clapped his hands before grabbing at a rook and lifting it. His thighs mashed together as he used his legs to steady himself, lumbering slowly before slamming down the piece where his friend had directed, putting Vucub-Came in check.
The Trickster seemed to grow agitated, forced to begin playing defensively as he was pushed into check time and time again. When he wasn't forced into check another of his pieces fell, waistline and chest on his opponents expanding.
Jose grunted as he hefted up the white queen, carrying it across the board until Victor, shuffling and panting as he walked along with him, told him to put it down. The tigrat grinned broadly as he looked up at the skulls. “And that would be checkmate.”
All three began to clatter and sputter, glancing over the board before they fell silent, smiles spreading over the skulls. All three fell open and began speaking in chorus again, “This game you've won, but the true test is this mortal. Which of us is the true form of Vucub-Came? The stakes haven't changed, so think carefully...I do have to replace those pieces that broke.”
“That is not fair, señor! We have beaten joo at this game, joo cannot just add rules because you lost”, Jose snorted as he crossed his arms, pecs and biceps slamming together as he glared at the skulls. “Have you no honor?”
Victor rolled his eyes, “He's a Trickster! Messing with the rules are what he does. And besides, I know who the real Vucub-Came is by now as it is.”
The skulls all shifted, staring at the hybrid. “This one thinks himself so clever? Oh please, have your guess. I cannot wait to add you to my collection of playing pieces.”
The tigrat grinned as he lifted a pudgy paw up, finger pointing above the skulls, at the muzzle of the hulking wolf that wore them. “None of those skeletons ever did a damn thing, never touched anything, never interacted with us, all they did was talk. Also for a vassal you never called the person you work for master and I noticed you guys have a really bad habit of referring to yourselves in the third person from listening to Xolotl talk.”
The skulls began to clack and snap as the wolf grinned broadly and let out a bellowing chuckle. The skeletal bodies that had been used before collapsed into dust as the black king creaked and erupted, green mist rising in a geyser and rushing into the wind jewels. Victor couldn't restrain a belch as his gut bounced and swayed lower, jostling as his body grew thicker and fuller. His stance widened as he began to teeter back and forth, growing a bit taller as fat was forced on his frame. The legs of his pants began ripping open on his thighs as his rump nearly blew out the back, wobbling and quaking. Victor barely seemed to notice, however, as the cloth magically sewed itself back up, roomier and of finer make than before. Jose groaned as his own body surged outward, his pecs brushing up against his chin as his arms lifted up and away from his body, lats forcing them upward as the bull panted. His own tree trunk-sized thighs burst his pants as he grew taller and his clothes remade themselves, looking almost back to normal after being drained of his vitality by Xolotl.
Vucub-Came smirked as he looked down at the pair of swollen mortals, those red eyes gleaming against the white paint and dark fur. “Oh, you're mighty clever, aren't you, dough boy? Well you guessed right and won the game. By my own word I'll tell you what you want to know. Just be warned, the deeper you go into Xibalba the more dangerous the journey becomes…”
More challenges await Victor and Jose! What trial will they face next?
A- The Necromancer, Chamiabac, sends his minions after them!
B- The mysterious Goddess of the Hearth invites them into her home!
C- The thief Cuchumaquic tries to steal their wind jewels!
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Inmate_001Victor and Jose felt oddly refreshed after their time in Isaac’s pub; feeling the sheer energy coursing from their Wind Jewels, and more than a little intoxicated on the vast amount of spirit energy they had consumed, they swaggered out to the streets. Music still filled the air as the pair made their way down the crowded venues, their newly acquired mass only making the trip slightly more hazardous. Jose’s now thicker, solid muscles bumped into the occasional skeleton while Victor’s prominent belly bounced and wobbled, nearly knocking a passerby over every now and again.
“This may not exactly be what I had in mind, but it's temporary- just wait until I get Azazel back,” the tigrat chuckled as he patted his gut, feeling it shift and sway under his palm. “But I don't think it's going to get us closer to Xolotl quite yet.”
Jose was busy waving to a few passing skeletons; the drunken revelry was catching up in the land of the dead, so at least the denizens seemed more affable. “Sorry, what were joo saying, amigo?” The bull was grinning from ear to ear as he watched a group of skeletons competing in a small foot race.
Victor shook his head. “I'm saying that we have to do something to get out of here. Hanging out at pubs is fun, but I'm seeing way more bone around here than I'm used to. And I'm keen on giving Xolotl a piece of my mind, so getting to him is priority numero uno, okay?” The hybrid crossed his arms, an action which would have been intimidating at one point, except his now sagging chest didn't hold the same oomph that it once did.
“You're looking to meet with Xolotl?” came a hiss from nearby. “I think I know something you'll want to hear.” The gleaming white bones of an eagle shifted through the nearby crowd, the skull decorated with swirls of cyan paint, vibrant splotches of color spreading over the bare calcium.
Jose whirled back around from spectating, eyes bright. “Joo can tell us how to find him, señor? Por favor, tell us everything!” The bull lunged forward, hands outstretched to clap down on the eagle’s bony shoulders, only to miss as the bird stepped back.
“Find him? It will take some work, going to have to get through a few obstacles. The first is the home of Vucub-Came, the Trickster. If you head along the road toward the pyramid you'll find his house, you can't miss it.” The eagle let out a chuckle. “Just be careful, he's earned his title.”
Victor grinned and shook his head, chins wobbling slightly. “I'm not worried, I've dealt with some things that think they're clever before. They're never as smart as they think they are. Thanks though, sir. Jose, let's get rolling.” The tigrat grabbed at the bull’s arm, tugging firmly before he thanked the skeleton again. They had a lot of ground to cover as it was.
The house of Vucub-Came was a sprawling stone mansion, the outside carved with hieroglyphics depicting numerous people and things, some pleasant, some...not so much. The front door was open and standing in the doorway was the grinning skeleton of a coyote. Its skull was dashed with green paint, its teeth posed in an eternal canine grin. “Ahh, guests, please come right in. Vucub-Came has been waiting for you.”
“Yeah, that's not creepy at all, is it?” Victor lifted an eyebrow and followed the coyote through the door.
Jose chuckled and patted the tigrat’s back as they plodded along, the inside of the house lit with blazing torches, more hieroglyphics lining the walls. “Joo have to be more willing to trust people, amigo. Joo never know when someone is trying to just be nice.”
The pair had finally stepped into a large, sprawling room decorated with hieroglyphics showing sporting events when the doors behind them slammed shut with a resounding boom. Victor shot a glare at Jose. “Oh yes, that really makes me want to trust somebody called ‘the Trickster’ right off the bat.”
“Oh come on, señor,” came a voice from the far end of the room, “that's just a title, really.” Seated in a large chair was a panther skeleton, the skull streaked with purple paint that even ran down the prominent canines. Surely, this had to be Vacub-Came. But then the coyote moved over, leaning against the chair and grinning toward the visitors. “Besides, I'm just being a good host.” So this was the true Trickster? A third stepped from behind the chair, the eagle from the streets. “But you've dealt with more clever things than me before, I'm sure.”
“See, this is exactly why I have trust issues, Jose.” The portly hybrid groaned as he rubbed at his plump cheeks, making them wobble slightly. “And now you're going to tell us we have to do some kind of horrible task to move on to the next round.”
If the trio of skeletons could have frowned more deeply it would have been impressive, especially for skulls. When words did come, they came in a chorus. “You come into my home and presume my intentions? There is no horrible task, mortals, simply a game. Win and you walk free, onward, deeper into Xibalba. Lose… well. We can work out the finer details.”
Jose perked his ears and clapped his hands together, “Si, a game sounds fine, do joo not think, Victor? It would be rude to decline a host.” The bulky bull turned his gaze to Vucub-Came, or tried to, looking from skeleton to skeleton. “Now, what did joo have in mind, señor...s? Jose is excelente at Chutes and Ladders, Candy Land, Battleship…”
A chorus of laughter split the air as the skeletons cackled. The eagle pointed to the floor, the entire room patterned with black and white tiles. “Something a bit more complex, amigo.” A dry, rasping sound came as the coyote snapped it's fingers. From the ceiling, chess pieces began to fall into place, each nearly as tall as Victor and Jose. Faces were carved on each of the stone figures, none of them looking particularly happy. Bone white pieces stood before Victor and Jose while carved obsidian sat in front of the skeletons.
Victor smirked as he rubbed his hands together, the action making the fat of his arms jiggle. “I think this one is my turf, Jose. I should warn you, I learned to play a few years ago for a job. You aren't going to just bowl me over, buddy.”
The trio of skeletons seemed to return the smirk as the panther leaned forward. “Oh, bowling you over is the job for my vassal.” That feline maw opened and a snarling roar spilled out, echoing through the room. The floor shook, the chess pieces only standing still from their own weight. A mass began to loom up from behind Vucub-Came, a small mountain filling up the void. Dark fur covered a canine body that was packed with muscle, broad lats forcing the brute’s arms up and away from his body as each breath the wolf took caused the shelf of his chest to heave forward. Leather bands wrapped around his upper arms, straining with each shift of his body, biceps looking ready to split open the tanned hides. The beast leaned forward to see over his chest, easily double the height of the mortals. Red eyes burned bright, his muzzle painted white over the dark fur, forming a skull. The only shred of clothing beyond the armbands was a tattered loincloth that swished as the wolf stepped around the skeletons, thick claws clicking off the floor.
A deep growl resonated as the wolf leaned down. “None who play against the mighty Vucub-Came win.” Tensing his arms the beast caused the armbands to tear slightly as his biceps ground into the sides of his chest.
Victor coughed softly as he looked up at the monstrous canine. “Well, certainly seems like things are a bit more interesting now.”
Jose whistled low as he looked over the beast. “What are joo people feeding people down here? He wouldn't even fit in the ring back home.”
The wolf grinned broadly before shifting back behind the black chess pieces and grunting. “White moves first, hurry it up. Stalling won't make you more likely to win.”
Victor frowned as he looked at the pieces on the board. Walking up to a pawn he tried to lift it to move the piece, grunting a bit before blushing. Going around without his muscles was still new for him, let alone the new weight he was still adjusting to.
“Hey, uh…” Victor cleared his throat, trying to hide the fact he was already out of breath. “Jose, buddy, could you…?”
Jose grinned, flexing his muscular arm. “De nada, amigo.” He threw all his weight against the pawn, grunting under the effort as he moved the pawn forward.
The skeletal trio chortled before the coyote let out a hum. “Ah, right. If my good vassal will be moving the pieces it would do well for me to be able to see the board from his point of view.”
The hulking wolf grunted as one of his enormous paws moved over to the skeletons, plucking the skulls from each body deftly. All three were slid onto a thin strip of leather that the canine brute wrapped around the pillar of muscle holding up his head, forming a macabre necklace.
The eagle clacked its beak, “Much better vantage point...now, time for an appropriate response.” The avian skull barely seemed to glance at a piece before the wolf reached out for a pawn. His gargantuan mitt of a paw wrapped over the stone block with ease as he lifted it, slamming it down two spaces forward.
Jose grimaced as he looked at the skulls, “Ah, Jose did not think he would see something so macabro even in the land of the dead.”
“Oh come on, there wasn't even blood or anything. There are B-horror movies with worse stuff”, Victor grumbled as he tried moving one of the knights, only to cede to Jose with a bit of grumbling under his breath.
Pieces were moved bit by bit, neither player seeming keen on making risky moves. The skulls barely seemed to do more than offer idle prattle until the first piece was taken. Lifting up a black bishop, the wolf brought it crashing down on one of the white pawns. The bone white piece was decimated, chips of stone flying across the board as the lupine growled richly. “First piece taken. More will fall before you lose.”
Victor smirked as he began to push his own bishop toward Vucub-Came’s, the white stone bumping into the black. “Bishop takes bishop!” The black bishop began to crack before crumbling as green mist poured from the broken piece. It rapidly sank into the wind jewels on both mortals. Victor hiccuped as his belly wobbled and began to spill out, drooping downward. Jose tensed up, fur rising on end as his chest expanded, pushing out of his vest.
The massive wolf growled, “One falls, just luck. Vucub-Came will win.” The skulls clicked and clacked in agreement, falling into soft muttering about the next move to make.
The game progressed a bit faster from the point, the Trickster’s vassal crushing pieces with ease as Victor moved to try and stem the tide of losses. Each black piece that ruptured and fell only served to invigorate the mortals.
Victor’s already plush form bowed outward, growing from merely plump to outright fat. His belly swayed low, jiggling with every shift of his body, his chest sagging along with it. A third chin had puffed up along with his rather doughy cheeks and a ring of fat around his neck. The tigrat’s rump was partially spilling out of his pants, seams popping over his thunder thighs. Even his tail had grown thicker, hanging limp over the broad shelf of his rear.
Jose seemed to fair a bit better. While Victor began to pant from just walking about the bull was growing a great deal more sturdy. His biceps bulged and began to bump into the sides of his chest as each piece fell, his proud pecs jutting out beyond his muzzle. He was beginning to look more like his old self, and then some, as the match went on. Jose clapped his hands before grabbing at a rook and lifting it. His thighs mashed together as he used his legs to steady himself, lumbering slowly before slamming down the piece where his friend had directed, putting Vucub-Came in check.
The Trickster seemed to grow agitated, forced to begin playing defensively as he was pushed into check time and time again. When he wasn't forced into check another of his pieces fell, waistline and chest on his opponents expanding.
Jose grunted as he hefted up the white queen, carrying it across the board until Victor, shuffling and panting as he walked along with him, told him to put it down. The tigrat grinned broadly as he looked up at the skulls. “And that would be checkmate.”
All three began to clatter and sputter, glancing over the board before they fell silent, smiles spreading over the skulls. All three fell open and began speaking in chorus again, “This game you've won, but the true test is this mortal. Which of us is the true form of Vucub-Came? The stakes haven't changed, so think carefully...I do have to replace those pieces that broke.”
“That is not fair, señor! We have beaten joo at this game, joo cannot just add rules because you lost”, Jose snorted as he crossed his arms, pecs and biceps slamming together as he glared at the skulls. “Have you no honor?”
Victor rolled his eyes, “He's a Trickster! Messing with the rules are what he does. And besides, I know who the real Vucub-Came is by now as it is.”
The skulls all shifted, staring at the hybrid. “This one thinks himself so clever? Oh please, have your guess. I cannot wait to add you to my collection of playing pieces.”
The tigrat grinned as he lifted a pudgy paw up, finger pointing above the skulls, at the muzzle of the hulking wolf that wore them. “None of those skeletons ever did a damn thing, never touched anything, never interacted with us, all they did was talk. Also for a vassal you never called the person you work for master and I noticed you guys have a really bad habit of referring to yourselves in the third person from listening to Xolotl talk.”
The skulls began to clack and snap as the wolf grinned broadly and let out a bellowing chuckle. The skeletal bodies that had been used before collapsed into dust as the black king creaked and erupted, green mist rising in a geyser and rushing into the wind jewels. Victor couldn't restrain a belch as his gut bounced and swayed lower, jostling as his body grew thicker and fuller. His stance widened as he began to teeter back and forth, growing a bit taller as fat was forced on his frame. The legs of his pants began ripping open on his thighs as his rump nearly blew out the back, wobbling and quaking. Victor barely seemed to notice, however, as the cloth magically sewed itself back up, roomier and of finer make than before. Jose groaned as his own body surged outward, his pecs brushing up against his chin as his arms lifted up and away from his body, lats forcing them upward as the bull panted. His own tree trunk-sized thighs burst his pants as he grew taller and his clothes remade themselves, looking almost back to normal after being drained of his vitality by Xolotl.
Vucub-Came smirked as he looked down at the pair of swollen mortals, those red eyes gleaming against the white paint and dark fur. “Oh, you're mighty clever, aren't you, dough boy? Well you guessed right and won the game. By my own word I'll tell you what you want to know. Just be warned, the deeper you go into Xibalba the more dangerous the journey becomes…”
More challenges await Victor and Jose! What trial will they face next?
A- The Necromancer, Chamiabac, sends his minions after them!
B- The mysterious Goddess of the Hearth invites them into her home!
C- The thief Cuchumaquic tries to steal their wind jewels!
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C - I love this idea! It has so many ways it could go!
To Nocturne, I'd like to say that You have a really good writing style. Though one thing that you could expand upon, not that it was bad here, just something that can be expanded, is descriptions of stuff like Muscles and Fat and how they move in use. Basically think like this: Jiggle Physics but in written form.
To Nocturne, I'd like to say that You have a really good writing style. Though one thing that you could expand upon, not that it was bad here, just something that can be expanded, is descriptions of stuff like Muscles and Fat and how they move in use. Basically think like this: Jiggle Physics but in written form.
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