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exatron, a continuation of his last commission which you can see here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49971067/ A hopeful musician named Lance Walker looks to make it big, and predictably runs into Theo, my cheshire with a penchant for making people huge, who takes that term very literally. Lance is forced to choose between his music career and bodybuilding- check it out, and enjoy!
"So, what now, then? Last time, it took until the next morning for me to grow. How- ooh." Lance grunted, gripping his middle.
Theo's smile grew into a smirk. "You may want to step outside, you will begin to draw looks very soon, Mr. Walker."
"Theo, Goddamn-" Lance grunted, shooting up from his seat. He could feel his shirt begin to tighten around his puffed up chest as a bristling, burning sensation swelled up from his core and began to spread throughout his body. Through his coarse tawny fur, he could see veins snaking across his burgeoning arms, growing thicker with his biceps as they grew more thick, nearly spherical.
He ran out of the cafe, tripping over himself as his legs thickened. He darted behind the building into an alleyway, panting heavily. His breathing was feeling constrained, so he tore at his shirt to give himself more room, the cloth snapping at a simple flex. That little vial had pushed him past a mere bodybuilder- he still wasn't at Gabriel's level yet, nor most of the other powerbuilders he had seen at Muscle Beach, but the lion had been pushed past normal boundaries all the same. His legs were like carved stone pillars, thighs rippling and straining his jeans, the denim creaking as he steadied himself. The lion's arms were engorged with new bulk, significantly closing the gap between him and his powerbuilding companion as he lifted them to his eyes, tensing his dense biceps and feeling how his triceps swelled.
He was left only in a pair of briefs, panting softly as his chest inflated with each deep breath. His mouth was left slightly open as he stared down at his new form, leaning his broad back against the brick wall.
exatron, a continuation of his last commission which you can see here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49971067/ A hopeful musician named Lance Walker looks to make it big, and predictably runs into Theo, my cheshire with a penchant for making people huge, who takes that term very literally. Lance is forced to choose between his music career and bodybuilding- check it out, and enjoy!"So, what now, then? Last time, it took until the next morning for me to grow. How- ooh." Lance grunted, gripping his middle.
Theo's smile grew into a smirk. "You may want to step outside, you will begin to draw looks very soon, Mr. Walker."
"Theo, Goddamn-" Lance grunted, shooting up from his seat. He could feel his shirt begin to tighten around his puffed up chest as a bristling, burning sensation swelled up from his core and began to spread throughout his body. Through his coarse tawny fur, he could see veins snaking across his burgeoning arms, growing thicker with his biceps as they grew more thick, nearly spherical.
He ran out of the cafe, tripping over himself as his legs thickened. He darted behind the building into an alleyway, panting heavily. His breathing was feeling constrained, so he tore at his shirt to give himself more room, the cloth snapping at a simple flex. That little vial had pushed him past a mere bodybuilder- he still wasn't at Gabriel's level yet, nor most of the other powerbuilders he had seen at Muscle Beach, but the lion had been pushed past normal boundaries all the same. His legs were like carved stone pillars, thighs rippling and straining his jeans, the denim creaking as he steadied himself. The lion's arms were engorged with new bulk, significantly closing the gap between him and his powerbuilding companion as he lifted them to his eyes, tensing his dense biceps and feeling how his triceps swelled.
He was left only in a pair of briefs, panting softly as his chest inflated with each deep breath. His mouth was left slightly open as he stared down at his new form, leaning his broad back against the brick wall.
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