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Reader Rabbit:Arno Moose's Flexing,Bulking and Inflated
Reader Rabbit:Arno Moose's Flexing,Bulking and Inflated
[INT. GYM – LATE AFTERNOON. The golden light slants across polished weights and padded flooring. The air hums with quiet tension. Center stage: ARNO MOOSE, the towering, muscle-bound moose in a cropped gold tank and tight blue gym briefs, stands before a mirror-lined wall. His hooves are planted wide. His chest heaves—not with breath, but with purpose.]
ARNO MOOSE (gruff, Austrian accent)
“Time to bulk. Time to flex. Time to inflate.”
[He raises both arms, fists clenched, elbows bent at perfect 90-degree angles. His biceps swell, veins tracing like lightning bolts. His stern face locks into a sculpted glare. The gym lights flicker slightly as if reacting to his presence.]
SFX: PFFFFFTTTT! (balloon air blowing, deep and resonant)
[His muscular stomach begins to inflate—not with breath, but with pure bulking force. The skin stretches taut, the linea alba forming a perfect vertical seam down the center like a drawn line on a balloon. His navel, round and centered, echoes the stylized charm of Johnny Bravo 1997—no abs, just smooth, inflated mass.]
ARNO MOOSE (admiringly, softer tone)
“Look at you. Big. Bold. Beautiful.”
[He lowers his arms slowly, wrapping them around his inflated stomach. His hooves press gently into the sides, cradling the mass like a prized trophy. He rocks slightly, cuddling it with reverence.]
ARNO MOOSE (whispering)
“You are the power. You are the pump.”
[Then, with deliberate control, he flexes his core. The inflation begins to reverse.]
SFX: FWEEEEEEE! (balloon air whistling, high and clean)
[The stomach deflates smoothly, the linea alba remaining as a visual anchor. The mass condenses into a dense, muscular build—no abs, just pure moose bulk. His chest remains puffed, his stance proud.]
ARNO MOOSE (grinning, voice deep and triumphant)
“Back to beast mode. No air. Just muscle.”
[He turns slightly, checking his reflection. The gold crop top glints. The blue briefs hug his hips like armor. He flexes again—this time not to inflate, but to reaffirm.]
ARNO MOOSE (to himself, nodding)
“Arno Moose. The muscular moose. No shortcuts. No inhale. Just flex.”
[He exits frame slowly, hooves echoing against the gym floor. The mirror holds his reflection for a beat longer before fading to black.]
THE END
Arno Moose belong to The Learning Company.
[INT. GYM – LATE AFTERNOON. The golden light slants across polished weights and padded flooring. The air hums with quiet tension. Center stage: ARNO MOOSE, the towering, muscle-bound moose in a cropped gold tank and tight blue gym briefs, stands before a mirror-lined wall. His hooves are planted wide. His chest heaves—not with breath, but with purpose.]
ARNO MOOSE (gruff, Austrian accent)
“Time to bulk. Time to flex. Time to inflate.”
[He raises both arms, fists clenched, elbows bent at perfect 90-degree angles. His biceps swell, veins tracing like lightning bolts. His stern face locks into a sculpted glare. The gym lights flicker slightly as if reacting to his presence.]
SFX: PFFFFFTTTT! (balloon air blowing, deep and resonant)
[His muscular stomach begins to inflate—not with breath, but with pure bulking force. The skin stretches taut, the linea alba forming a perfect vertical seam down the center like a drawn line on a balloon. His navel, round and centered, echoes the stylized charm of Johnny Bravo 1997—no abs, just smooth, inflated mass.]
ARNO MOOSE (admiringly, softer tone)
“Look at you. Big. Bold. Beautiful.”
[He lowers his arms slowly, wrapping them around his inflated stomach. His hooves press gently into the sides, cradling the mass like a prized trophy. He rocks slightly, cuddling it with reverence.]
ARNO MOOSE (whispering)
“You are the power. You are the pump.”
[Then, with deliberate control, he flexes his core. The inflation begins to reverse.]
SFX: FWEEEEEEE! (balloon air whistling, high and clean)
[The stomach deflates smoothly, the linea alba remaining as a visual anchor. The mass condenses into a dense, muscular build—no abs, just pure moose bulk. His chest remains puffed, his stance proud.]
ARNO MOOSE (grinning, voice deep and triumphant)
“Back to beast mode. No air. Just muscle.”
[He turns slightly, checking his reflection. The gold crop top glints. The blue briefs hug his hips like armor. He flexes again—this time not to inflate, but to reaffirm.]
ARNO MOOSE (to himself, nodding)
“Arno Moose. The muscular moose. No shortcuts. No inhale. Just flex.”
[He exits frame slowly, hooves echoing against the gym floor. The mirror holds his reflection for a beat longer before fading to black.]
THE END
Arno Moose belong to The Learning Company.
Category Story / Inflation
Species Moose
Size 108 x 120px
File Size 146.7 kB
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