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History Buff- Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-09-02 01:56:33 +0000 UTCHey all! Thanks for your patience, everyone- we won't make a habit of running late on these, but here's the continuation to a fun little story about yours truly, getting a little too big for my britches, literally. Enjoy!
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Renard gingerly moved out of the hotel bathroom he was in, and settled onto a bed, the bed frame groaning in protest. The lolf was, by his guess, almost twice the size he was after downing some muscle growth-inducing nectar, and had promptly blacked out for an entire day. On top of everything else, he was hearing the voices of two long-dead Vitoran Emperors that seemed to be even larger and more impressively built than him.
"So…" Renard massaged his forehead. He finally looked up into a mirror opposite the bed, seeing once again two richly dressed and massive figures, a white lion and a black bull. "Let's take this from the top."
The white lion stepped forward, grinning widely. This, Renard noted, was Asumus, and he seemed to be far friendlier than the bull. "Well, after you drank the nectar, you grew into your current, very impressive physique, and we got a chance to introduce ourselves!"
Arms folded, the bull, Severus, gave Renard a steely glare. "You needed several reminders on proper addresses of Vitoran Emperors."
"At any rate— I had a lovely chat with my old friend Orrin," Asumus continued.
Severus scoffed. "He pretended to be dead for ten minutes just to get away from you."
"Ahem. After that, we decided to have some fun! Show you just how powerful a Titan is."
The bull smirked. "I suggested you demonstrate yourself to your ridiculous taskmaster."
Renard's eyes went wide. "Wait, do you mean Mr. Chesterton?"
Severus nodded. "You were very eager to put him in his place. That's when I suggested you pick up his vehicle and snap it in half— with him in it."
"I did what?" Renard gasped, leaping to his feet. With a sense of compounding dread, he reached for his phone, his face blanching. There was a curt text from Chesterton, with a distressingly large repair bill. He had a brief flash of himself, engorged muscles tensing, his sprawling back spreading out and his arms tensing as he tore metal apart in his fingers.
"Not to worry, not to worry! We've already got it all sorted," Asumus grinned. "Your charming roommate already offered to pay the bill."
"So Silver's already taken care of it?" the lolf asked.
Severus shook his head. "Only after much persuading and dithering."
"Oh, we just had to run a few errands," Asumus chuckled, his gigantic pecs bouncing like a pair of glaciers colliding. "So, your roommate wanted us to grab a box of silk he had ordered held up at some sort of store, only the store owner wouldn't just send it out early. After some haggling— and Severus having you pick him up— he said he would let it go for a rare collectible."
"You're kidding," Renard said flatly.
"It took us a while, but we found it! You know those rather fun strength tests, with the mallets and bells?" Asumus continued. "The collectible we needed was one of the prizes! And it was such a trifling thing…"
"Insultingly so," Severus grumbled. "I had you show that pathetic gamesman what it was to test a Titan." The bull showcased his physique, haughtily flexing his arm until his bicep scraped against his clenched his fist.
"We… may have slammed the entire thing into the concrete," Asumus said.
Renard put his hand to his head. "God…"
"But you cracked the cement and pulled the machine out, we collected our prize, got the silks, got Silver to cover the bill, and then we were all done!" the lion finished.
Severus snorted. "I finally suggested we make a more productive use of your physique. Go somewhere your enhanced strength and prowess could be truly appreciated."
"Which is why we were planning to crash the powerbuilder contest at this hotel!" Asumus declared.
Renard groaned, standing to his full height. He was in posing speedos that clung to his wide hips and sculpted, fluted column-sized legs, hugging his well-developed glutes. "This is giving me such a headache…" He reached for a water bottle. "How did we even pay for this? This is a Triple Crown, it's one of the fanciest hotel brands in the world."
"Well, the prize cup for Bellevue's local contest could cover this room and far more," Asumus explained.
Renard spat out his drink in shock. "We're in Bellevue? How the hell did I end up here?" He rushed to the window, scanning a sunny city skyline dotted with studio lots. "Bellevue is on the opposite end of the country from where I live!" He fumbled for the bottle again, guzzling it down just to have something to drink. He frowned, smacking his lips.
"This tastes familiar."
Severus smirked wickedly at Renard. "It should. It's another dose of nectar, procured at great expense."
"It's what?" Renard gasped.
"You didn't think our work on you was done, did you?" Severus snorted. "If you are to be a proper vessel for Titans, you will need to be far grander. Especially if you are to win this paltry contest."
Renard was about to argue, but already, he could feel the surge of energy rising up from his core. With electric-like shocks rocking his huge body, he barely kept focus as his arms tensed, his biceps peaking into mountains. With labored breath, his chest pressed out further and further like an advancing army. His shoulders jutted out, and his sprawling back surged at either side, like a mighty pair of wings, sturdy masses of beef that buttressed his arms. His thick core tensed, his abs tightening even as they bowed out into tightly packed sets of bricks. The lolf felt his gait widening to make room for thighs thick as tires, sculpted glutes threatening the integrity of his posers.
Renard, eyes wide, mouth fallen open until it smacked into the shelf of his pecs, could barely recognize himself. "W-woah…"
"Ah-ha! You stayed conscious this time around! That's that Titan constitution, for you!" Asumus said approvingly. "Severus isn't entirely wrong, however… we could go out and have some harmless fun— let you feel how strong you've gotten."
Renard was tempted to flex his arm, the sheer mass of muscle filling the mirror as his bicep inflated and his tricep tightened. "You know what… why the hell not?"
Riding out a rush of adrenaline and quite being drunk on power, the lolf hit the streets of Bellevue. By next morning, he was once again waking up on the floor of a hotel room. He only had a single image of himself single-handedly lifting a car overhead, posing for an awestruck crowd, and bouncing his continental pecs to make a garish tattoo dance.
The hybrid groaned as he pulled himself up to a mirror, his pecs and skyline of shoulder muscles and bulging bull neck filling it to the point he could barely see Asumus and Severus peeking behind him. "I take it we had fun last night?"
Severus rolled his eyes again. "We'll start from the top, starting with that ridiculous tattoo…"
Comments
MuscleDragonWolf18
What britches could ever contain the lorgeness and pulchritudinous that is Renard? It is great to see the Lolf so massive, but more touching to see those old D&D characters who used to belong to a great guy. And I kind of like the story like this, ghosts putting their host through forced growth until he grew a bit enamored with the process and he begs for more. Nice way to tell the story
