So, I finally got off my butt and started chipping away at the stories I've wracked up, starting with one of my 1,000 watchers raffle winners,  eda! He wanted a simple growth scene of him getting beefy, and I was only too happy to provide it for him.

Eda ©  eda
Story & Mysterious benefactor © c'est moi

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Eda half walked, have dragged himself to the couch, flopping down hard and thinking how lovely it might be to spend the rest of his days lying here. He wasn’t just tired, he was exhausted, spent of all energy. The monstrous looking wolf, with his glowing green eyes, red and black fur, and a pair of sharp horns had felt that he hadn’t quite been living up to the “monstrous” part as of late; he wasn’t a pushover, but someone like him should be much more impressive looking, and with some real strength to throw his weight around. As a result, he had long resolved to hit the gym, and hit it hard.

To make a long story short, he didn’t expect the gym to hit back. His whole body ached, and for what? He had been trying to put on some mass for months, and there was nothing to show for it. Maybe a few pounds, but that could also be from some impromptu binges involving pizza and more alcohol than was in his best interests. Daring to move his arm and feeling every ache in his joints, he poked one of his softer parts, and frowned.

“Bloody useless,” he growled. “Why aren’t you a six-pack?” He demanded of his flat, and still very malleable stomach. It didn’t have a response ready.

He willed himself to sit up, and groaned every centimeter of the way. “Fuck…”

The Herculean task of standing up out of the way, the wolf plodded towards the kitchen; he had spent a small fortune on supplements and protein powder, he might as well use it. When Eda reached the counter, however, he frowned. The small trove of buckets and jars of supplements were not in their usual spot, and as he searched through the fridge and the cabinets, he couldn’t find them anywhere.

“Hey, Grave!” He shouted to his fiancee. “Where’d all my workout shit go?”

“Don’t tell me you ran out already!” Grave called back. “I didn’t do anything with it.”

Eda growled to himself. There was hundreds of pounds worth just before he left for the gym. As he stalked around the kitchen one more time, the glittering of a crystal vial caught his eye.

“What the hell…?” He picked it up, and instantly frowned out of confusion. It looked very delicate, and he was almost certain he had never seen it in his life. Tall, thin, and far too flowery for his tastes, it was filled with a bright pink liquid, with a card tied to it with silver cord, and lettering written out in a fancy, curling script.


“To a Mr. Rhosair, Esq.-

After witnessing your dedication in the gymnasium over the course of the past few months, it would seem to me that you deserve a greater reward than what you’ve been given by those philistines and frauds that dare call themselves ‘health companies.’ I have taken the liberty of removing their dissatisfying products and provided you with a much more potent mixture. I do hope it is to your liking, and if you require more, you are free to call upon me at your earliest convenience.

Your Servant,
Theodosius Augustus Sebastian Renatus, PhD, CH, CBE, KCW, E.G., I.E., Etc.”


Eda frowned at the night. “Hey, Grave! Did you see anyone come in?”

“Someone at the door a while after you left- weird, green cat in a suit. Said he was a friend of yours? His name was… T-something, Thomas, Theodore…”

“Theodosius?”

He heard Grave snap her fingers. “That’s the one. Who was he? Weird friend from school?”

Eda bit his lip looking down at the vial. “Uh… yeah, something like that…” He swirled the pink liquid around, shocked at himself for even considering drinking it. Some green mad man had apparently dropped by, pretended to be his friend, stole all his supplements, and replaced it with a suspect liquid. Who would be stupid enough to drink it?

Still, he opened the vial, and took a whiff. It didn’t smell suspicious… besides, fortune favored the bold, and he was almost certain that his unique biology could handle most things. Taking a deep breath, he tipped the vial back, and drunk the entire mixture in one go.

For a moment, he didn’t feel anything. Then again, he had no idea what he should expect. Tapping a finger against the vial, he turned around and flopped back down on the couch. Maybe he should just give up on the whole workout regimen…

Just then, his whole body convulsed; a feeling of intense heat erupted from his stomach, and spread out to his limbs. For a brief moment, he felt like he’d been set on fire from the inside out. It was so sudden and so intense, he couldn’t even scream out in pain, but only let out a stifled gasp. Breathing rapidly with his vision swimming, he looked down, and his flaming green eyes went wide; he was growing.

It was subtle and slow at first, but the pain began to transform into a feeling of intense, but satisfying energy, like he had just been pumped with endorphins on an industrial scale. His legs were first, with thighs slowly ballooning in size until they filled out his jeans entirely, making the denim creak. This was followed by his torso, his stomach hardening and then tightening, the muscles pushing out past his body fat to make a row of prominent abs. Then his chest, with each labored breath growing a little bigger, until the cleft between his pecs was all too prominent, and pressing against his shirt. Finally, his arms, biceps swelling and digging against his sleeves.

It seemed to stop just shy of a bodybuilder’s size, his clothes practically painted on. Eda took a deep breath, staring down in speechless wonder at his own size. Then, the wolf’s stomach gurgled, and it soon dawned on him as he was filled again with that intense feeling; he had only experienced the first wave.

When the second wave hit, it was like a spark igniting into a roaring fire. His burgeoning muscles burst out of his clothes, cloth and denim exploding into tatters. With room to breathe and spread, his body expanded at an unprecedented rate, and his head swam with the overwhelming sensation. His pecs advanced like an oncoming army, pushing past his chin. His shoulders rolled out, widening his frame and swallowing up his neck like the tide coming in. When his feet pressed against the other arm of the couch, he realized he was also gaining in height, inch by inch. He looked down at his arms, marveling at his biceps, each a balloon of muscle that jostled a cliff-face of a pec and ham-sized forearms, as his horse-shoe shaped triceps dug into his sides. Eda let out a satisfying groan as he rolled his head, flexing his back and feeling each bulge and swell of muscle down that expanding plateau press down against the couch. He ran a finger down one of his lats that flared out like wings, propping up his arms. The wolf flexed his thighs, feeling them crash against each other, a pair of tree-trunks strong enough to support his mass.

Revelling in his size, he didn’t realize the inevitable was about to happen, until the audible crack of splintering wood reached his ears, and he suffered a short, sudden drop as the couch’s legs collapsed under his weight, his legs now drooped over the edge and one massive arm curled around the back, crushing it like it was made of paper. He leaned forward, feeling his chin get caught between the masses of his pecs, and let out a triumphant roar, standing to his full height as his horns now scraped against the ceiling.

“Eda! What the hell is going on? Are you…” Grave had paused her game and rushed down as soon as she heard the splintering couch and her fiance’s roar. When she saw the titan that had replaced him, the coyote’s jaw dropped.

“Am I… what? Alright?” Eda rolled his arm, feeling every rippling bulge as he flexed his bicep, swelling up bigger than his head and pressing against his cheek as he reached over his horns. “Never been better, love,” the wolf rumbled with a toothy grin, bouncing his tremendous pecs for emphasis. “Why don’t you come over here and see for yourself?”