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Mr. Magic Kingdom: The Training
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gmxmuscle, featuring five Disney-brand studs preparing for the ultimate bodybuilding competition, Mr. Magic Kingdom. This part features each prominent contestant being interviewed, and a glimpse at what they're bringing to the contest. Enjoy!
Beast grinned half-heartedly as Belle walked away, then sighed heavily, thinking about the pressure mounting on him. He looked up, and his eye caught his reflection, hunched over and stewing on the weight bench. This huge, monstrous body of his— the thick fur, the horns and motley mixture of creatures on his face— and people were out there, saying how inspiring he was, even how sexy he was. Where were they, ten, twenty years ago when he was languishing in this castle with no one to love him? And would they still be there if he lost?
Beast huffed deep, slowly pulling himself to his full height as he looked over his massive form, slowly raising one arm over his head, his pumped bicep pressed against his cheek while his hefty flank billowed out. The curse had made him a beast— but he had built himself up into something so much more, all on his own.
Slowly, his grin came back as he tapped one of the items in his gym— an enchanted music box that began playing a heavy, drumming beat and rushing violins that made his blood pump. He moved his body to the music, almost a sort of dance as he twisted his wolf-like paw, the calf muscles flaring to life while his hamstrings were strung taut like bowstrings. His tail swished over the sculpted mass of his glutes— a favorite of certain people in his household— and he began to smile more broadly.
Claws raked over his bloated chest and the hefty abs, tightly packed as they twisted with his hips. He growled low, casting an eye over his form critically— this would have to be the best performance he had ever given— an absolute knockout to secure his place. As he shifted his weight to the other side, dropping his arm to curl it, a small divot in the peak of the bicep where the split in the muscle— a testament to how big he had grown his arm. He gave one last pat against his engorged thigh muscles, making the engorged mass of quadriceps ripple, his smile tightening.
Some magic perhaps, just for the effect— everything was enchanted in this castle, why not his muscles? If he could make a small spark bounce off his chest, something to highlight the peak of his biceps, or gird his barrel-thick thighs, that could be just the eye-catching thing he needed to clinch the champion's title. With the right music and effects, he could wow the crowds one more time— there was only room for one champion, and the stage would only have room for one huge, moving mountain of a beast.
gmxmuscle, featuring five Disney-brand studs preparing for the ultimate bodybuilding competition, Mr. Magic Kingdom. This part features each prominent contestant being interviewed, and a glimpse at what they're bringing to the contest. Enjoy!Beast grinned half-heartedly as Belle walked away, then sighed heavily, thinking about the pressure mounting on him. He looked up, and his eye caught his reflection, hunched over and stewing on the weight bench. This huge, monstrous body of his— the thick fur, the horns and motley mixture of creatures on his face— and people were out there, saying how inspiring he was, even how sexy he was. Where were they, ten, twenty years ago when he was languishing in this castle with no one to love him? And would they still be there if he lost?
Beast huffed deep, slowly pulling himself to his full height as he looked over his massive form, slowly raising one arm over his head, his pumped bicep pressed against his cheek while his hefty flank billowed out. The curse had made him a beast— but he had built himself up into something so much more, all on his own.
Slowly, his grin came back as he tapped one of the items in his gym— an enchanted music box that began playing a heavy, drumming beat and rushing violins that made his blood pump. He moved his body to the music, almost a sort of dance as he twisted his wolf-like paw, the calf muscles flaring to life while his hamstrings were strung taut like bowstrings. His tail swished over the sculpted mass of his glutes— a favorite of certain people in his household— and he began to smile more broadly.
Claws raked over his bloated chest and the hefty abs, tightly packed as they twisted with his hips. He growled low, casting an eye over his form critically— this would have to be the best performance he had ever given— an absolute knockout to secure his place. As he shifted his weight to the other side, dropping his arm to curl it, a small divot in the peak of the bicep where the split in the muscle— a testament to how big he had grown his arm. He gave one last pat against his engorged thigh muscles, making the engorged mass of quadriceps ripple, his smile tightening.
Some magic perhaps, just for the effect— everything was enchanted in this castle, why not his muscles? If he could make a small spark bounce off his chest, something to highlight the peak of his biceps, or gird his barrel-thick thighs, that could be just the eye-catching thing he needed to clinch the champion's title. With the right music and effects, he could wow the crowds one more time— there was only room for one champion, and the stage would only have room for one huge, moving mountain of a beast.
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