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April 2024 Sketches- Beast and Kass
🕑 Added 2024-04-30 21:57:54 +0000 UTCChosen by you all, our beefcake patrons, here are a pair of epilogues of Beast and Kass living life to the fullest!
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Beast had been trying to keep things in moderation. He had been listening to Belle, and he didn't want to bruise the egos of the other princes, of course. But then he remembered, he had spent the last decade of his life languishing alone in his castle while the rest of the Princes enjoyed their lavish castles, rode in to save the day, and then back into the sunset. He had been called a monster, feared as, well, a Beast— he had to work for everything he now had.
So, really, why should he care what the other princes felt about his physique? Beast had felt like he had been enchanted again; as if a spell had been placed on him, leaving him with a hunger for more, for bigger, for stronger— he had taken to working out, lifting, bodybuilding as a new passion, and he was done trying to moderate that drive and ambition to push himself because some pretty boys were feeling emasculated. If they wanted to feel better about themselves, they could always join him in the gym— he could always use a spotter, or someone to help towel him down, after all.
With any restraints removed, Beast exploded even more. He had built himself into a musclebound hulk, but now, he wanted to be nothing short of a moving mountain. His buttress-sized lats mashed against his arms, anvil-sized triceps grinding back against them. Beast let out a low growl, basking in the sheer, rock-solid heft of his gargantuan body. His boulder-like biceps, larger than his head, could do more than any winning smile from a so-called charming Prince; all he had to do was raise his arm and flex, and anything thrown at him scattered against the iron he had forged in his gigantic body. He could crack stone with one powerful stomp, and the way his barrel-thick thighs and pillar-like legs forced him into a lumbering swagger had contributed to a growing, gratifying thought; he might never have Charming's winning smile, but the bigger he got, no one was going to forget him any time soon.
That thought made his enormous canyon of a chest swell with pride, casting the swollen, brick-like abs in shadow. He dared a toothy grin— all this power, all this strength, meant he was finally free to live as he wanted— Beast struck a pose, catching the sight of the vast valley of brawn that was his back in the mirrors of his ballroom, filling the glass with his bulk and then some— he was only going to push himself further from here.
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Kass sighed contentedly, thick fingers working his accordion as he fine-tuned a new song he had been working on, inspired by his most recent meal; food seemed to be his best source of inspiration these days, which was all the better— the Rito was rarely without food anymore. It did take some getting used to, his constantly expanding, blubbery mass; wherever he looked was his own, vast body, spread out in all directions. His all-consuming gut had taken up several square feet, sprawled across the grassy plain in a tidal wave of yellow feathers. His belly buried his legs in a landslide of fat and his arms, so swollen with lard they were now wider than they were long, could barely move without wobbling, with love handles the size of lesser Rito pressing them up from below, and sheer waves of fat coming off his marshmallow-soft chest pinning them down from above. His cheeks and multiple, wheel-sized chins now made up the majority of his face, and the rolling layers of fat that dribbled down his back, piling atop his monumental rump, were smothering something that, as far as Kass could tell, could very possibly be a lynel he had flattened without noticing, when he was finally plopped down here.
And yet, Kass was oddly at peace with it all— his voice was still as strong as it ever had been, so he could still sing. No matter how much weight he put on, it didn't dull or weigh down his mind, so he could still create; and while he perhaps could do with a little more arm exercise just to keep playing his accordion, he had food and all the time in the world to play and create more music. What else could he possibly ask for?
Comments
Owyn Ross Glyndowyr Hammersley
Christ! If Sora saw the Beast like that, then I'd imagine Beast's Strength, Magic, and Defense would cap off at 200 with his max HP skyrocket up between 560 and 1,385 (rounded up with HP Boosts, Cuisine HP boosts and bonus effect), and his max MP sky rocket up between 255 to 384!
