Morning had come to fruition. Frank would normally start to wake up with his alarm clock, but it seems his excitement got the better of him. His eyes peeled themselves open, staring at the roof of his room. It seems he was starting to outgrow his bed, his lower legs now laying in the air. He gets up on the bed and swings his massive legs to his bedside. He lets out a yawn, a bigger, chest-pumping yawn he has ever let out, and that was what completely woke him up. He jumps out of his bed and heads to the bathroom, not before taking a passing look at himself through his trusty full-length, giving his muscular reflection a quick flex of his bulging bi, and a quick wink.
After washing off a bit and getting himself ready for the day, he heads downstairs and turns on the TV. No doubt Frank was getting comfortable walking his bulging body around the house in only his tight shorts. Hey, even only in his briefs is just dandy. Getting a wondrous, hulking body gave him a huge of confidence he thought he'd never receive on his own. As the daily news went into commercial, there was one commercial that came on. One that he never forgets. It was of a wrestling/fighting tournament that was coming to town. One of the fighters featured was one of his biggest idols.
His name was Bill. His fighter name Bill the Badger. Ever since Frank was a youngling, he always used to watch Bill once a night for years, ever since Bill got his start as a fighter on TV. And ever since then, Bill has only gotten bigger and bigger, until he was the proud pro fighter he is now. He was what made Frank want to start working out in the first place. Even though that didn't work out, he still looked up to him for inspiration, because Bill always played by the book, and always looked up to his fans. Who could want a better idol than that? Later into the commercial, it mentioned there being a starting program for rookies at the gym, where they can also sign up to start fighting with a surprise fighter for lessons.
"Sweet! Hmm... I wonder who the surprise fighter is gonna be?", Frank ponders, thinking about all the possibilities. Noticing his sinewy arm again, he gives it a tightening flex to watch his bicep swell out hugely, "Heh. I wonder what cool moves I can show them." He gets pretty distracted with himself, flexing and pumping his muscles and feeling just how solid and robust they had gotten. The last thing the commercial mentions is that tryouts start today. "Oh shoot! I completely forgot about that!"
He sprints up to his room (thanks to his profound, thickening legs) and quickly grabs his old gym bag that he stopped using. He stuffs a few other gym clothes and some towels inside. He would make himself some protein shakes and stuff like that, but time was of the essence. Plus he can always get some there. Out of his room and down the stairs he goes, but he realizes something just as he was out the door. "Oh, waitaminute.", his eyes glance down, seeing he was only in his shorts, "Maybe a tank-top and shoes would be nice." Frank quickly rushed upstairs and put on a tank-top that hugged his chest tightly and defined his pecs and abs underneath. After quickly putting his shoes on, Frank used his Olympic running legs to get to the gym on time.
The titan gator arrived at the gym in no time. As he opened the door, the smell of sweat and dedication flew into his nostrils. He missed being into the gym training hard like Bill would but he would always get teased and stared at for being so small and trying to pump iron. It was one of the reasons he had to quit his training. Today was a different story. He met other muscular guys working hard for the fighting tournament and now Frank was being stared at for his godly frame. Frank had to blush as he made his way to the sign up sheet. The sheet was sitting on a table next to a muscular lion. As Frank approached, the lion looked up at the alligator completely startled.
"Ca...can I help you?" stuttered the lion.
Frank nodded. "Yes, I'm here to sign up for the fighting tournament." Without saying another word, the lion gave Frank a pen and Frank knelt down to write his name. After he was done, Frank said, "Thanks."
"Good luck, I'm sure you'll be one of the promising ones to win," said the lion. Frank just smiled at the lion and flexed his bicep to him. The lion dropped his muzzle admiring the strength and shape erupting from Frank's scales. Frank left the lion wondering how this gator got so big.
Frank figured that, as long as he was here, he train to find out how much power his muscles had. Before he could even touch the equipment, Frank caught a sight that made his own mouth drop. He saw a giant muscular badger throwing punches and kicks at a punching bag. It was the famous pro fighter, Bill the Badger. Frank couldn't believe it. His hero was here in the gym with him. Frank was completely starstruck. He couldn't move or say anything. Frank just saw Bill's giant muscles throbbing as they impact on the bag.
Bill's muscles put Frank's new body to shame. Bill's biceps were several inches bigger, his chest more ripped and defined, and his legs more chiseled and ready to burst from Bill's shorts. As for his height, Bill was probably at least a foot taller than Frank. If Frank ever got the courage to talk to Bill, Frank would meet him at his bulging pecs.
As much as Frank was happy for Bill, Frank felt a little inferior as if all his muscles disappeared. How could he match up to a guy like Bill the Badger? Would Bill tease him for being smaller than him despite his muscles? Frank felt like the only way for a big star like Bill to notice him was to be as big as the badger...maybe bigger. Frank smiled thinking it was time for a quick "workout session."
Frank quickly left the gym and ran to his secret swamp. As he walked to the harbor, Frank could feel the harbor shaking every time he took a step. He saw his reflection again and gave off one last bicep pose before diving into the swamp. The thought of being a bigger and tougher fighter than his own hero excited him so much he didn't bother taking off his tank top and shoes. He just dove head first.
Frank swam through the murky water excitedly waiting for something to happen. He didn't know when it was going to happen but he knew it was and he was pumped for the change to occur. Then Frank felt the familiar bursting inside of him and he smiled. The growths were getting less painful and more pleasurable. The only pain he still endured was his bones popped and shifted while growing longer and thicker to make Frank look taller.
Frank then felt the intoxicating warmth in his body growing bolder and bolder by the second. His already rippling arms grew more several inches as they soaked in the dirty water. Frank watched his biceps throbbed with his heartbeat as they grew. Beat by beat, his arms grew 5...7...12 inches of raw power.
Frank then focused on the tightness in his chest underneath the tank top he still had on. His powerful chest broadened even more making his pecs look more like pillows and his abs bulged more outward. Frank could see clean cut definition in his chest as if the shirt was painted on him. Finally, his abs formed another row of muscle giving him an incredible ten pack before the tank top burst off his body.
Frank then felt tingling in his legs. His thighs looked more like steel pipes coiled together and shoved into his legs and his calves pumped outward even more giving him the power to kick down anything and outrun anything. His growth even went down to his feet which grew several sizes and burst out his shoes. His growing legs filled out Frank's shorts but no enough to burst.However, they suddenly looked like speedos.
Frank's body finally cooled down and Frank rushed to the surface to see the bigger titan than he was before. Instead of picking himself out of the water, he decides to leap out of it like a jumping fish, but then lands with a loud thud on the harbor. He stands his body up straight, feeling even more pumped than ever as the sun shines its rays right down onto his strapping, robust frame. He looks down to see shoes were long gone, but that's okay, he didn't mind having to walk on his bare, clawed feet. He also noticed his shirt was gone revealing a powerful body just waiting to be flexed.
As for his body, his flexes one arm, and it was as if watching a peaking mountain rise, as well as his immense tri peaking out underneath. He had never seen anything so huge before, other than on his idol Bill. He takes turns flexing and pumping both arms, watching them grow sinewy and hefty one-by-one for dramatic effect. He then flexes them down and then grunts as he flexes them up to make his meaty pecs stick out, and bounces them a few times with great development. Rubbing his thick palm over his enlarged abs, they felt even more defined than he thought, especially for a 10-pack. Grunting again, he gave them a hard flex and could feel them pop out beneath his clawed hand.
The last he decides to check out are his enormous tree trunks he calls legs. Sticking one beefy, bulgy leg out, he was able to stretch it pretty far. For someone as big as he is, he sure is flexible. Guess that's normal for aquatic creatures. Running a hand along his well-built thigh, he didn't even have to flex it to feel the large amounts of blood pumping through, or even the amount of horsepower stored inside that he could reach. It's no use though, he had to see it. It a heave, he flexes his leg greatly, making his quads, hamstring and calf swell and plump to wondrous proportions, looking so striated and veiny, his shorts sleeve looked ready to pop.
"Nice!", he yells proudly, giving his inflated calf a good rub. "Wait till Bill sees me now!"
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