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"16...17...18..."

Goolashe grunted as he counted out every rep out to himself. It was a quiet night at the gym, which gave him the peace of mind to hear nothing but the grunts and growls, as well as the clanking of the weights. Every grunt was met with a grit of his teeth, the red and scaled dragon pumping up his arms as he stared at himself at the wall length mirror with the weight rack in front of him. He sat down on the bench, veins pumping blood throughout his body and casually traveling visibly through his red scaled chest. Some met towards his overly pumped blue arms, others near his heaving traps.

"19...20...Gah!"

Goolashe grunted as he dropped his dumbbells. The weights let out a loud clang that echoed through the gym. He stared around, having flinched once they fell. Even if no one was there, he was still hoping the clerk didn't come in here wondering who was making a ruckus. It was even a wonder that the dragon found a 24 hour gym this close to work. Goolashe had been letting out the stress of an annoying work day, but the rage and energy seemed to dissipate whenever he got to the gym and started pumping iron.

"Getting to be freaking annoying is what it is," he mumbled to himself. He ran a hand through his pitch white Mohawk of hair before resting for a minute or two. Soon enough, he got right back to finishing his set. As he counted through rep after rep, the dragon started to take staggered breaths. Before he even made it up to 14, his arms suddenly gave up and dropped the weights again.

"Damnit!" He growled.

Just what was up with him? It was like he was losing steam just as he getting right into his workout. This would not have been a problem for the muscled dragon if it hadn't been occurring constantly the last few weeks. Goolashe even assumed that it had something to do with going after work, but even morning workouts garnered the same effect. It frustrated him to no end. Goolashe stared at himself in the mirror, a scowl plastered across his muzzle.

Goolashe stood close to 9 feet tall, the dragon's sweaty yellow muscle shirt clinging to his pumped traps and heaving pectorals. He had enough muscle ontop of muscle to consider himself a class above heavyweight bodybuilders. Making gains was not a problem for him, but the steam just wasn't there. Was it an energy issue? The dragon knew wholeheartedly that he wanted to get bigger than he looked now for the sake of it, but maybe his body wasn't listening now? Goolashe frowned as he leaned over the bench and rested his hands on his legs. The idea of this possibly being his limit didn't sit well with him. The thought of using his growth venom to give himself a boost danced across his mind, but he promptly disgarded it as he had already nearly exhausted his internal reserve, and it would take far too much electricity to bring him back up to a level that he would feel comfortable splurging on. There was also the issue of him getting a bit too caught up in it's use once he did start, and now was neither the time nor place for yet another incident with overdosing.

Goolashe sighed once more before something patted him on the back.

"Hey, big fella. Havin' a bad day?" An almost soothing voice rose up behind him. Goolashe turned around to see a rather comparatively small Doberman patting him on his back with a bright smile on his face. He had nothing but a tank top and what looked like torn, baggy jeans for workout pants. Bright green eyes stared back at him. The dragon made out what looked like a few ear piercings, as well as two poking out along his tank top. He looked like he just came out from the shower since he had a towel wrapped around his shoulder and a duffel bag thrown around his shoulder.

"Something like that," Goolashe rumbled. He brushed off the Doberman's patting arm.

"Come on, let's hear a kindred soul out. Something must be botherin' ya, sir," Whistled the canine as he walked around Goolashe's workout bench. After one successful lap, his eye wandered towards the two weights on the floor. They were at least several hundred pounds a pop. He let out a low whistle as he crouched down to stare at the dumbbell. "Guess you've hit a plateau?" he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world to him. Goolashe's grumble turned into a low growl.

"Hey, hey, just trying to help. How's about I put these, nng, back," The doberman breathlessly picked up one of the dumbbells next to Goolashe. At that moment, the dragon's eyes widened. He shouldn't have been able to pick that up, not without being well over few times Goolashe's own size. Afterwards, he picked up the second dumbbell without so much as a sweat before he set them back on the weight rack.

"How..." Goolashe's words died in his throat.

The doberman smiled as he turned around and extended a hand. "Jorge. And if ya tell me what ails ya, I just might be able to help."

Goolashe frowned a bit. He rapped his fingers along his leg. He was never the type to divulge his problems to strangers. But this was mostly a workout problem, so it was good, right? He took a deep breath and started to explain his issue of why he couldn't get bigger and his issue of losing steam mid workout. Jorge seemed to listen intently since he nodded every once in a while. After the dragon finished his explanation, Jorge's grin got wider.

"Alright. I think I know of something that can help you, but I wanna ask you something," Jorge began. "How desperate are you actually to get past this lil slump you've got going on?"

Goolashe stared at him for a moment. One thing came to mind. He stared to bend down toward Jorge's crotch for a moment before the Doberman moved back a bit.

"Woah there partner, I said desperate, not thirsty!" he chuckled. The dragon's cheeks blushed pink for a few moments.

"But, that tells me a lot on how much you want this. Here, take this." Jorge funneled through his duffel bag for a few moments until he pulled out two small, unmarked black containers. He dangled both in his hands, letting Goolashe take a good look at them. "These are currently my little secret. Helps me workout and make my warm-ups for the day twice your max on a good day. Also helps you concentrate and get rid of whatever's limiting ya currently. Considering I don't lift much to begin with since I don't got a lot a clothes, these can probably do you more good. Just take em after your pre-workout and it should start working by then."

To reinstate his position, Jorge stuffed the two small containers back into his bag and walked down towards the weight rack until he reached the heaviest one at almost a thousand pounds. The gym had the luxury of using old melted steel and having a contractor that could condense it enough to make the weights in the first place. Jorge took a deep breath and grabbed at the dumbbell with one arm. Goolashe stared at him with a raised brow.

"Hnnnngf...." Jorge grunted loudly as he tried to lift the dumbbell up. The dragon would have thought he was crazy, but the fact that he'd lifted up close to a quarter of that a few minutes ago had him on Jorge's side. With each passing second, Jorge became more and more successful. The dumbbell began to hover in the air as veins slowly popped up along the Doberman's fist and forearms. He grit his teeth as his muscles pumped slowly, but surely. Goolashe's curious gaze became one of shock and awe. The previously small canine bulked up right before his eyes. His almost bulky, athlete like build slowly swelled and bunched up, pectorals pushing against his tank top, biceps bulging and making his fur stretch, veins pumping and swelling almost overdramatically along his enormous forearms. Even with just one arm, he gained almost double his size and still kept packing on the pounds! His jeans were filled almost to the brim as bits of his quads were seen along the already existing tears of his jeans. It wasn't long before Jorge stood there with the massive dumbbell over his head. Soon afterwards, he started to curl it along his arm without a care in the world. The previously small Doberman looked more like a heavyweight bodybuilder that kept climbing the scales with every pump he got.

Goolashe's pants felt tight as he drooled at the sight of the Doberman. While he had a strict height advantage, if just getting one rep done with the biggest dumbbell in the gym had that sort of effect, just what did those containers hold in store for him if Jorge was close to usurping him in pure muscle?

"H-how much?" Goolashe stammered out.

Jorge grinned as he finally put down the dumbbell. "No charge. Just come back here in a few days at the same time and we can work out a deal. Think of this like a demo reel," Jorge said. He tossed the containers over to Goolashe, forcing him to stand up to catch them both. The dragon grinned widely as he nodded and ran out of the gym with glee. It was too late to try the stuff now, but he was going to first thing tomorrow night. He yelled out thanks as Jorge sat on the weight bench, his ears flattened along his head. Originally, he was going to charge the guy, but he figured that a better way to get some money out of this deal was to go free the first time, then charge the next. As soon as Goolashe had left the gym, someone else appeared from the shower. An identical copy of Jorge stepped in front of him, bar the piercings and the addition of silver eyes and a hoodie with a cartoonish design on it. The slightly smaller Doberman stared at Jorge before he sighed and shook his head.

"Aw come on, you're ruining my jeans!" The other canine whined.

Jorge simply waved him off. "Come on, look past that. I got me a business opportunity, Dennis. The jeans were a needed sacrifice."

Dennis frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "Is that why you're looking bigger than usual? If you're planning something sneaky..."

Jorge looked back at his brother in mild shock. "Perish the thought! I was just trying to help out a fellow gym-goer."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you. Come on, let's go home, I'm tired and wanna get the hot water before it runs out," Dennis rolled his eyes as he started to leave.

Jorge simply shrugged his shoulders. He wordlessly picked up his brother over the shoulder like a bag of potatoes that cried out "foul!" as he did so. Truthfully, he really didn't mean to start growing since he wanted his currently torn tank top to last a bit longer, but he needed the hot water soak more than his brother did. After that, it was time for a money bath in the next few days.

For Goolashe, the next day had been spent staring at the containers before he went to work and even after he came back. His mind had been on one thing only, and that was Jorge. The sight of the growing Doberman was imprinted into his mind and nothing he did shook the thought. The possibility, nay, the assurance of getting that huge with just a few small drinks had the dragon absolutely giddy. The dragon was unable to hide the spring in his step when he arrived home in the evening. He quickly showered and made his pre-workout shake, one of the two black containers next to it.

"Alright, let's check you out," Goolashe picked up the small bottle and slowly opened it. He sniffed at the contents and blinked rapidly before he reeled back in disgust. It smelled horrible! It smelled like someone put sweat, hot sauce and another mixture together into a weird, white substance. He sincerely hoped it tasted better than it smelled. After taking his pre-workout shake, he quickly downed the small bottle of the black container. He shuddered as the sticky liquid clung to his tongue for much longer than he wanted it to and finally swallowed it with a heavy sigh.

"I really have to ask if there's other flavors, bad enough my protein drinks taste like shit, I don't need this." With that, the dragon left into the night for the gym, dressed in a hoodie and baggy sweatpants.

During his walk to the gym, Goolashe felt more...powerful. He couldn't explain how, but something in his body just wanted to be set free and constantly buzzed at him. His hands trembled, veins gently pumped and pushed along his blue scales underneath his hoodie and while the gym was merely a ten minute walk, he felt like he could run there as a warm up just to get everything flowing even more. And so he did. Goolashe ran through the slightly empty streets as he criss-crossed through people on the block, ran in place while he waited for the lights to change. During his run, Goolashe's hairs began to stand on end. He figured it was merely the cold, but something else had been dancing along his scales. Minor crackles of electricity appeared along his person as he ran to the gym at his increased pace. Unknown to him, Goolashe had caused a few small electrical outages in the street and car lights that paved the way to the gym.

The dragon had arrived at the gym in less than half the time, a personal best considering he never did like running all that much. The most impressive thing about that was that he barely broke a sweat. Large folks like him had the issue of at least running out of breath since they were forced to carry more weight than the average runner. For Goolashe, it felt like a brisk walk in the park. When he arrived in the gym, the lights flickered a bit, and then returned to normal. The clerk and him stared up at the ceiling after it occurred, but shrugged their shoulders as the dragon went downstairs.

As usual, the place was near empty save for a few other furs on the cardio machine. Today was a chest day, so he planned on testing what he could. After he put away his bag, Goolashe made his way over to the biggest weight bench in the place. It had been dubbed "Big Bertha" by the gym goers since only the largest bodybuilders that frequented the place in the day used it. Goolashe had tried once before and succeeded, but it completely tuckered him out after just a few reps. From there, he swore not to use Big Bertha unless he was really feeling it. Today, he was feeling more than that. With a flex of his arms, he racked up a few extra large weight plates along the bar.

The sounds of the metal clanking caught the attention of the several other gym-goers. Some of them paid attention to the hooded dragon, others tried to pretend they weren't watching while they jogged. Goolashe finally added what he felt was a comfortable start, nearing close to a thousand pounds all together on the weight bar. After he settled himself, Goolashe cracked his knuckles and gripped the bar with all his might. With a deep breath, he lifted the bar up. Already, the dragon felt signs of resistance as he willed the bar to go up. His muscles burned and pumped with energy, his teeth gritted into a scowl. The same constant flow of energy drove his will further and further until the bar was finally up in the air. Now, he had to bring it down slowly. His biceps flexed, the peaks poking against the fabric of his hoodie. His chest flared and pushed against the fabric as he went through his first rep. Veins slowly formed along various parts of his body while the hair on the back of his neck began to stand on end. Everyone observed with bated breath as Goolashe grunted once more, the weight bar sitting atop of his chest. He then slowly lifted it up. He took another slow, deep breath. His muscles responded in kind, slowly bulging and swelling, taking up every bit of space underneath the hoodie. The visual effects took their time, but they were very clear to some of the witnesses. His baggy sweatpants looked less baggy, the definition of his powerful legs coming into view while his sneakers began to show the indents of his toes. His arms and chest grew larger, the fabric of the hoodie unable to hide the pure size as Goolashe soon destroyed rep after rep of the four digit weight bar in front of him. If anything, each rep seemed to get easier with time.

"20...21...22...23..." he grunted with each passing second. The only thing he was focused on was beating the weight in front of him. The sleeves of his hoodie clung to his slowly progressing arms, each rep getting more and more difficult if only because of his constricting clothing. His previously baggy hoodie now clung to Goolashe's torso as if someone had painted it on him and only finished part of the way. Two massive bricks that could only be called abs stood out. The sweater continued riding up higher and higher until Goolashe had reached the thirties and put the weight bar back.

"Fuck, that felt great!"

Goolashe roared with a raise of his arms. He flexed them, and unsurprisingly, the hoodie tore apart. His arms burst out of the fabric, putting his blue vein lined biceps and meaty forearms into view. He looked down at himself and couldn't resist a wide grin. He gave a flex of his clothed arm once more before he tore it apart. The only thing that remained of his hoodie was the torso, which allowed his arms to breathe even more. While the rest of the sweater barely fit, he didn't mind it at all. He cupped a covered pectoral and growled happily at the heft and weight behind it. He brought his arms together and flared them outward before bouncing the hefty red scaled slabs one after the other, the fabric shifting and tensing with each movement.

Goolashe broke into an even wider grin as he lifted himself off of the bench. With this first test a success, he wanted to keep going. If only one could do this much improvement with just testing his limits, what would happen if he took another and got the heaviest thing in the gym itself? Big Bertha was capable of taking more than what he just lifted, so the idea seemed logical in his head. Jorge's words stuck out, however, making him stop in his tracks for just a moment.

"Hm...He did say to do one a night," he told himself as he stacked a few more weight plates. The plates themselves were a bit of a workout in itself, each of them weighing close to five hundred pounds, and here he was, lifting each one with just one arm. As he walked back and forth to add on the plates, Goolashe's growth was slow. His now sleeveless hoodie felt cramped over his broad shoulders, chest and abdomen. He only barely gained inches in height, but the poor fabric now fit like a piece that he'd wear to the beach to show off his lower midsection. Anyone was now able to see two rows of cinderblock abs that flexed and bulged out with every breath Goolashe took. His legs were no slouch either, too. The sweatpants were much more durable, but his thickening quads bulged against the material, showing off the definition and pure size of his tree trunk legs. Every flex and bulge made his pants stretch more and more, giving anyone who stared too much a look at a suspiciously large, anaconda like bulge that jostled and throbbed around every once in a while.

After fully stacking Big Bertha to its limits, Goolashe walked towards his bag. He fetched out the second container he'd been given from Jorge and downed the contents without a second thoughts. If he ever wanted more, all he had to do was meet up with him again. That is, if he could fit in the gym anymore. The mere thought of it had Goolashe growling happily, his newly bulked up tail thumping against the ground, too.

"Alright, let's do this..."

Goolashe flexed his fingers and gripped the weight bar once more. Once again, all eyes were set on him. With close to two tons of weight upon Big Bertha, a new record had already been set if Goolashe could lift it all. Just like before, he took slow, deep breaths as he attempted to lift up the bar. The resistance crashed down on him like an ocean, but he wouldn't falter. He dug his toes to the ground of the gym and let out a low growl. Veins exploded around every bit of his arms and chest, his legs even tensing themselves for the sake of support. He could do this, he knew he could do this.

The dragon ground his teeth together, a powerful growl erupting from Goolashe as he finally started to make progress. His arms continued to pump and swell larger just from picking the weight bar up. Every deep breath was accentuated with more and more growth that made his chest swell well past his chin, his biceps sporting not one, but two peaks of pure strength. His hoodie showed several tears, the steel like set of abs coming forth alongside the titanic red mountains that served as his chest. Goolashe looked nothing like himself from last night, only a behemoth who shared the same colors and features as him. Right now, that behemoth had the entirety of the weight bar balanced along his pectorals before he took another deep breath...and pushed up. And then down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

It was nothing like he'd ever experienced before. This sort of power had the dragon nothing short of giddy if he hadn't been focused on keeping everything steady. His chest continued swelling up in front of him, his arms bulged in places that he didn't think were possible. His sweater had been obliterated after the third rep and only the tatters remained draped along his chest and abs. Anyone else in the gym had either stepped away from the slowly growing dragon or flat out run away.

"12, 13, 14, 15, 16," Goolashe counted away deeply in peace as the power just kept coming to him again and again. His traps swelled, veins gently pumped along the surface of them, his massive back shrugging with every rep. His lats spilled over the bench itself alongside his legs, forcing him to spread out for space. By the time he'd gotten to his twenty-fifth rep, an idea crossed his head. Goolashe slowly lifted himself off of the bench, Big Bertha's weight bar in just one hand. Yup, he was right. He could officially lift it with just one arm. He could lift a ton with just one arm. With his sweatpants still clinging onto him, the enormous tent the dragon sported didn't help any matters with keeping himself decent. All he wanted now was something bigger to lift. If he recalled right, there was a back up bar for Big Bertha somewhere. He kept the weight hefted over his shoulder, the sheer tonnage of that providing some extra weight to lug around. When he searched around for the bar slowly, he got a good look at himself in the mirror.

Nothing in Goolashe's dreams could have amounted to what he looked like in the mirror. While he'd grown an extra foot or two, every bit of muscle on his frame had been exaggerated to its limit and then some. His chest jutted out close to a few feet in front of him, his six pack abs bulged out profusely while his arms miraculously were able to maintain rotation and movement. His traps towered behind his head like two mountains peaking over the sun. His legs were more like two redwood trees covered in clothing with a 'third leg' that pumped and throbbed alongside, leaving a very large puddle of pre cum on the floor. He didn't seem to care for it, but one thing was still on the dragon's mind.

"Bigger..."

He growled it out like it was the most obvious thing in the world to him. He wanted, nay, needed to be bigger. There was so much more power waiting to be tapped into that he could get, there just had to be. He needed something bigger to lift to keep going. Finding the weight bar was unsuccessful, but he had an idea that would let him improvise. After setting down the almost two ton bar, Goolashe crouched down towards the dumbbell racks. The mere motion tore his sweat pants apart at the seams, showing off his overly packed quads and glutes. With one motion, Goolashe started to lift every bit of weight the dumbbell racks had on, including the rack itself like a massive barbell.

"Yes...more!" Goolashe roared greedily. The constant flow of strength returned. Electricity began to spark out from the overhead conduits for the lights, dumping power directly into his body. This would be quite the literal shock of surprise to anyone, but he was far too lost in his growth to even notice at this point, even missing the faintly glowing green venom that started to leak from his maw onto the swelling and creaking masses below. The constant absorbtion of ambient electricity had managed to restore his venom reserves and then some, to the point that the two prominent snake-like fangs at the front of his maw were pouring out the incredibly potent fluid. Normally, when his reserves fill up, his venom glands begin to dump directly into his blood stream as long as electricity is present, but it seems that was simply not enough as production went into overdrive.

Electricity now flowed constantly in a large arc from the conduits above, the dragon seeming to luck out as he stands right below a high voltage junction for all the lights in the gym. The excess venom that now flowed into his body through both his blood and mouth had now mixed with whatever was in the two concentrated containers he'd downed before, causing these explosive surges of growth to be more massive than the last. The hyper-muscled proportions continued to become more extreme on his frame, leaving Goolashe unable to see past his enormous chest. His arms were set at their sides along with his legs spread due to his expanding, vein lined pole. The dragon was forced to sit on the floor of the gym which caused a powerful quake to reverberate through the building.

The ceiling soon met Goolashe's traps as he obliterated the concrete and plaster that lined the top. Debris bounced along his taut scales and overly muscled body as he continued to absorb more and more electricity. While the building didn't have much, the block certainly did. Before the muscled dragon tore through the building, the block suffered a massive black out, then a massive quake. Anyone outside of the building would see two tank sized arms explode through the sides of the building before two red scaled mountains erupted forth. Then, the rest of Goolashe followed suit. Rolling hills of muscle upon muscle spilled forth as the one story tall, building wide dragon roared with victory as he continued to engorge and have his fill of power. As he stood up, the ground shook and became coated with pre cum. Goolashe's pole stood proudly as he filled the streets with pre. But that wasn't his concern. He licked his lips and slowly drew forth any bit of electrical power he could get his hands on. After the block had been illuminated in darkness, many more followed. None were able to see, only hear the roars of the behemoth dragon that plunged parts of the area into darkness.

At least before he got bigger again. After taking in enough electricity, the venom on his muzzle glistened along his body. The more he kept producing from the electricity, the bigger he'd grow. Goolashe erupted with another roar. This time, his body began to emit crackles of electricity before a constant light appeared, primarily emitted from his mane. His body was pulling in more electricity than his venom glands can currently convert, leaving the extra to build up and arc across each hair strand flowing down the titanic dragon's back and tail. A several block radius became flooded with light as the dragon's towering, overly masculine, extremely muscled body coming into view. People screamed, some fled, some stayed, transfixed onto the sight of such an enormous and still growing being. Goolashe drooled onto his chest, his head reeled back. The extensive amount of power that flowed within him had the dragon in some state of ecstasy as he flexed and bounded larger and larger. The city block felt restrictive in itself as he pushed away buildings that brushed near his biceps. Mere flexes toppled over anything else that happened to be near him.

By some stroke of luck, he'd stopped growing taller. If anything, he simply continued growing wider and wider, muscle stacked atop of muscle. His biceps rolled with strength, veins traveling along every bit of his body. His pectorals striated and tensed with every breath he took. Even as Goolashe emitted the only light source for blocks, none could see his head under the vast valleys and roads of corded muscle. Near building sized quads rubbed against each other, his cock caught right in the middle as it casually spilled pre cum into the streets. As Goolashe grew in width rather than height, his hands sought for anything he could pump with an arm as he greedily gobbled any bit of energy. He ranged from 18 wheeler trucks that were crushed in his hands in a matter of seconds, to buildings that were uprooted from the spot and served as dumbbells for mere moments until they crumbled to dust. Skyscrapers were next on the list, as well as debris that were simply mashed and ground together to form something like a medicine ball before it was tossed away for being too light.

It wasn't long until Goolashe was able to be seen for blocks on end as he filled those blocks with nothing but cock, balls and veritable mountains of muscle that served as his body parts. His roars shook the ground he sat on as he claimed for more power and more muscle. His cries however, remained muffled no thanks to the two red tons of muscle that used to be his pectorals. Regardless, it didn't stop the fact that Goolashe wasn't going to stop until he became the local town's mountain or he finally tapped out the entire town of electricity.

Not that far away, Jorge stood on top of his building complex with his phone emitting a flash light with his brother next to him. He let out a low whistle. The power had gone out a while ago, but he attributed it to his shitty landlord. In no way did he expect the titan of a dragon to be emitting light all the way across town and to be that size. He stared on in silence while his brother chewed on some popcorn, giving his brother a knowing shake of his head.

"You just had to give him that. What happened to 'I'll test it before I sell', Jorge, huh?" Dennis huffed.

Jorge merely shrugged his shoulders in response. "Well, I wasn't expecting _that_to happen, of all things. How the hell was I supposed to know? Not like I'm a scientist."

Dennis continued to shake his head. "Don't wanna hear it. This is all on you. Are you at least not in trouble?"

Jorge stared at the scene going on and shrugged his shoulders. The guy was desperate to get huge. Jorge just granted it without much effort. If anything, the only thing that he was annoyed about was the fact that this was a demonstration.

"Next time, I really gotta say to pay up front," Jorge mumbled to himself. Least he had a satisfied customer from all of this. Now he just had to find him again when he shrunk down. If he ever shrunk down.