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The sight of seeing his clothing be reduced to strips of fabric had him more excited than he'd imagined himself being that day, standing up to get a better look of himself. He couldn't believe that something like this was possible, especially with something that he knew existed for as long as he could remember. A quick glance at the box told him that he'd eaten over half of the candies, but that meant that there was still a lot of growing left for him to do.

But look at how far he'd come in the short little while that he'd grown already! While his mind still needed to process that the colossal cat chest in his view was his own, his hands verified with a firm squeeze, his nerves electrifying from the powerful grasp that he now had. He became awash with emotions, the strongest of which being a surge of lust that began welling up inside of him.

Yeah, this was exactly what the doctor ordered. He shuddered in glee as his fingers meandered across his form, taking in everything that he couldn't see due to his pecs starting to block his view. His formerly flat stomach had blown up into a brick wall of abs that he couldn't get enough of, feeling the way that they bulged between his digits when he tensed his core. Also having grown wide was his trunk, making him broader in every direction than when he started. How much larger could he make himself with his unexpected gift? He couldn't wait to find out the answer.

While he couldn't see it, he could certainly feel that his back had absolutely erupted with beef, making him squirm as the enormity of his swollen musculature elicited moans of delight. When at rest it was already big enough to make most other men look small, but when flexed his muscles made those who worked out seem shrimpy in comparison. He relished his bulk for all it was worth, ready to tack on more when he had the chance to.

Mmf, all of this impromptu worship had his blood rushing to his lower half, making his shaft achingly erect and slapping up against his taut abdominals. His hands instantaneously bolted for his cock, sending him reeling when he felt just how much it had bloated over the course of his growth. One hand wasn't enough for the job anymore, with two well on their way to be inadequate soon enough.

And if that wasn't enough, he just about lost himself when he felt how big his orbs had gotten from just a simple grope. No longer did they compare with the men that he'd seen online as theirs didn't benefit from all the hard work that they'd put into their bodies. His were in a league of their own, fattened from his burgeoning expansion into a pair of cum tanks that comfortably rested just above his knees. It was a shame that he couldn't see them, but feeling them was the next best thing.

But now that he was aware of his growth, it was time to enjoy it. Snagging the box of the candies he positioned himself in a part of the room that gave him plenty of space, a large handful being shoved into his mouth as he tore the wrappers off with his teeth. In a few seconds he was inundated with the mouth-watering flavour of the sweets, a deep purr rumbling in his chest as he let them melt on his tongue before swallowing the remnants down, the heat produced enveloping him in passionate bliss.

With the treats devoured he immediately felt his body react, his dense musculature flexing involuntarily as the desire for growth flared up inside of him. He let out a low, long moan as he gripped his chest, feeling his pecs swell in his grasp in a matter of moments, turning into thick boulders that his fingers became unable to dent. It thrilled him to his core that he'd gotten so swole without trying. His tongue lolled out to the side of his mouth as his brain comprehended how less of his pectoral mass could be held by his hands. He never realized just how much he wanted this to happen until now.

The view in front of him was intoxicating, allowing him to revel in his swelling bulk as hundreds of pounds of musculature materialized onto his frame out of thin air. His prodigious chest complemented arms with corded muscle like steel cable, easily able to lift the front of his car should something roll under it. But he wasn't satisfied with that - he wanted to be able to lift the entire damn thing above his head; he wanted more.

And more was what was granted to him. His limbs thickened even further to the point that his triceps alone were brawnier than what he used to be before, able to just about rip a door off of its hinges without trying. Steel cables might not be an apt comparator anymore as he could render steel beams into pretzels if he wanted to, and truthfully he itched to see if that was a possibility.

If only he had a mirror, then there might've been a chance to witness his back growing monstrous with an impossible amount of beef piled onto his widening frame, though the opportunity for that might be long over by now. The way that his traps rose along his neck up to the base of his ears all but prevented his head from swiveling on the spot, inhibiting him from simply moving his head to look at something and requiring his full body to move. Not that he minded, of course, as it meant that there was more of him to take up room. That was now his goal in body, mind, and spirit.

All the additional mass packed onto his torso meant that his cannonball-like shoulders had no choice but to continue pushing outward, permitting his growth to continue unabated as his bones snapped and repaired themselves without injury, his form audibly creaking larger. His couch was starting to become insufficient in supporting him, not only because his weight kept surging as the seconds ticked on, but also because he nearly needed two cushions worth of room to properly tolerate his size. He'd become a colossus that Incineroar were known for, and he was loving every minute of it.