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“A myomancer?”

“That’s right.”

To say Goliath was surprised would be an understatement. He regarded the bear as he swirled his glass of beer, his look incredulous as he downed what little was left. “You can get that as a job?”

“Eh, probably not. For me, it’s a hobby.” The bear could barely be heard over the blaring music playing from speakers nearby.

Meeting such a fellow at a bar wasn’t what the wolf had thought he’d be doing that day, but he was glad he did. Both of them being guys on the larger side of things made the connection easy. “So, is what you’re talking about actually what I’m thinking it is?”

“I have full control over my body’s muscular system, yes.” To demonstrate, the bear tugged the sleeve of his hoodie back to show off his brawny arm, curling his fist in to make his bicep jump twice as large. Then, as if by magic, the limb grew beefier, taking up more space than it did mere seconds ago. His arm looked comically out of place compared to the rest of his body. “I can make myself as big or as small as I want. And before you ask – yes, the latter happens sometimes,” he said as he shrank his muscles back down to match his physique.

The spectacle had Goliath entranced. He’d spent years in the gym honing his body to the size it was at now, proud of the work he’d put in to craft a form far beyond what everyone else had thought of as normal. The fact that even the biggest of clothing he could find fit snugly around his bulk spoke volumes. And to visibly see that someone could manipulate their body like reality didn’t even exist had him intrigued. “You think you could do that to other people too?”

“Never had much of a chance to test it, but probably.” The bear eyed him with great interest. “Are you asking for yourself?”

“Yeah, actually. I’m betting you can’t do a thing to me.” Goliath’s chest pumped up like it was backing up his claim.

“A bet? You mean an actual wager?”

Goliath grinned. “Exactly that.”

The bear stared at him for a moment before looking away in thought, eyebrows shifting. “What’s on the line?”

“Simple,” Goliath said. “Loser has to worship the winner’s muscles. I think that’s something we’d both enjoy.” The T-shirt he wore strained over his swollen bulk, the sleeves not even making an attempt to cover arms that could punch through concrete. He leaned back in his chair to better emphasize what he was offering.

The bear could only throw him a contemplative glance. “You’re aware that I’m a master of my craft, right? I’m an expert in multiple disciplines that could affect anyone.”

“Yeah, but I’m not just anyone.” Goliath said with a smirk, sticking out his hand. “So, do we have a deal?”

A moment of silence had passed before the bear made his move, shaking on the bet. “Alright, you got a deal.” His grin turned impish and toothy as his clothing quivered, not getting a chance to acclimate before being besieged by a barrage of muscle mass it now had to contain – not enough to actually burst through the material, but enough to get a few seams to pop in the process. “Come on, let me show you how much of a mistake you just made.”

***

“Can I be honest with you?” Goliath whipped his head around as he walked into the bear’s dwelling. It appeared no different than that of any other person he’d ever met. “I kinda half-expected this place to be more dungeon-y.”

The bear gave a laugh as he closed the door behind him. “Believe it or not, that’s not the style anymore. Pretty much everyone working with magic today likes modern conveniences. Why would we wanna go back to something so outdated?”

Goliath snickered. “Fair point.”

On the way over, the bear had shrunken back down to a more manageable magnitude in order to better fit through doors, with him now a little bit smaller than he was at the bar. He removed his hoodie to reveal a body still incredibly defined, muscle mass clinging onto every part of him as he strode into the kitchen and pulled open the door to the fridge.

Goliath couldn’t tell what was in store for him, but a glance in the bear’s direction revealed that more than just leftovers were kept in there. Beside prepped meals and other condiments were various beakers filled with liquids he couldn’t identify, all different colours and no way of knowing what did what.

And then one of those vials got thrust in his face. “Here, try this!”

The fluid in the flask was off-violet in colour, with strands of some kind of energy not of this world swirling around inside. His mind swam with uncertainty as he regarded what was being offered, wondering if he made the right call in going there. “Uh, you aren’t trying to kill me, right?”

“The potion is meant to make you bigger,” the bear stated matter-of-factly. “It’s a lot of fun. Trust me!”

Goliath mulled it over as he accepted the glass, looking over the rim as if expecting something to happen before he even interacted with it. But nothing did. As such he found no reason to stop there, opting to down the entire thing in one gulp. Surprisingly, the liquid didn’t have any taste to it, even though it appeared it should’ve. While that weirded him out, he figured that was better than it tasting terrible and having to recoil in disgust.

And then he waited. While he was adamant that what he said at the bar was accurate, a part of him secretly hoped that the potion would take effect, to do what he was told it would and grow him even bigger. Any sort of size would always be welcome on his body as it gave him more beef to enjoy after a workout.

But he noticed how much time had passed since he emptied the flask, the bear looking on intently as if anticipating that he was wrong. Except nothing happened. He stood there just to be sure, even going so far as to inspect himself just to make sure, but was unable to find anything out of the ordinary compared to when he got there. Even a physical examination turned up nothing, his hands telling his brain that everything was just as it was meant to be.

The bear scoffed, dumbfounded. “Huh, there might be some truth there after all.”

“I told you!” Goliath’s laugh boomed out of his chest.

“Really? There’s nothing?” The bear clicked his tongue, intent on looking over the results for himself, hands grabbing various body parts in search of something different.

While it wasn’t the first time Goliath had a guy running their hands all over his impeccable form, the bear was the first to do so for a reason other than wanting to get close to him. It had him chuckle seeing what was also a hulking beast giving him a physical like a doctor would. “If you haven’t found anything yet, I don’t think you’re gonna have a lot of luck if you keep going.” He wasn’t about to stop himself from enjoying someone fondling his brawny pectorals.

“If you really wanted to check me out, all you had to do was ask.” With a smirk, he pumped his fists in the air beside him, his biceps doubling in size, bloating bigger than his head. He then brought his arms forward to squeeze his chest, those boulders straining the fabric of his shirt and causing the collar to tear as it wasn’t rated to contain that level of bulk. That was what he expected to happen as many gym trips ended like that. Well, they ended with him practically salivating over his swollen musculature, and he saw no reason why this should be any different. Mounds of beef that put pumpkins to shame – and could effortlessly crush them without a second thought – were beset upon by his tongue lashing through his fur, intent on both feeling all that size contour the appendage around it, as well as taste his masculine essence hiding in the fur.

The bear merely stood there, observing him closely. “Interesting. You should’ve at least shredded the front of your shirt by doing that.”

Hearing that reminded Goliath of all the times he’d done that, both on purpose and accidentally. If he wanted to, he could do the same with the one he was wearing, he just didn’t have any spare to put on that he brought with him. “Is that all you got?” He wryly grinned, the material of his shirt looking practically painted on over his prodigious chest.

The bear simply scoffed. “My friend, we’re just getting started.”

To know there were more ways to affect a person than he realized had Goliath surprised. There was a whole world of body modification practices beneath everyone’s noses that no one had any clue about, including himself, and it then had him wondering if every huge guy he ever saw was a result of these alternate methods, or if it was because of a ton of dedication. He knew he didn’t need anything outside of a gym to get big; all he needed was to be put in front of weights and to be granted ample time to work out. No one could say that wasn’t effective.

Which is why he found it an odd sight to see the bear clasping his hands together and reciting something under his breath, his first thought being that it must be a prayer of some kind. The general display seemed to indicate as such, though he couldn’t quite make out what was being said, and not just because the words were spoken quietly. He couldn’t place where in the world those sounds were to have come from.

Of course, he waited until the bear was done, not wanting to interrupt. “What language was that?”

“One that barely anyone speaks anymore.” The bear groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You have no idea how difficult it was finding someone who could teach me.”

Goliath cocked a brow. “So, who was that you were praying to?”

“Someone people these days have long forgotten about. The name’s a little tricky to pronounce – I still struggle with it – but basically his whole deal was that he was the god of muscular hypertrophy of some civilization in the past, and only people like me really talk to him anymore.” The bear shrugged. “Shame, really. The guy’s a great listener.”

“Oh, you were gonna try making me bigger again.”

The bear snickered. “Smaller this time, actually.”

That bugged Goliath’s eyes out wide. “And undo all the work I’ve done? That’s not cool, man!” His body tensed in reaction, puffing up his beef as if as a sign of defense.

Still chuckling, the bear stuck his hands up in front of him. “Hey, I’d give it right back! I’m not a monster.”

On one hand, Goliath knew how hard he worked to achieve the size he’d attained. On the other, this bear never showed any reason not to place trust in him, even with all this stuff he was seeing for the first time. It took him a moment to calm his nerves, his muscles returning to rest. “So, this god of yours… how busy is he?”

“Not very. He doesn’t get as many calls from mortals anymore.”

“So, when should I be expecting something to happen?” Goliath looked down at himself again, his body appearing completely unaltered.

The bear leered at him with brows furrowed, fingers drumming against the countertop. “Honestly, it should be happening now.”

And that got Goliath to simper. “You wanna show me where?” Flashing a triumphant grin, he brought his arms to his sides to puff out his chest, happily showing off how his immensity was untouched by forces unknown. He let his muzzle slide between those slabs of beef as a reward for withstanding unnatural powers he didn’t truly understand. The sensation of his snout getting caught between enough muscle to tow a car – something he got the chance to try one time, much to his delight – sent ripples of enjoyment rushing through him.

“Unreal!” The bear rushed over, incredulous that nothing had occurred yet again.

Like before, hands fondled Goliath’s heft, which gave him the idea to switch up his posing and show off as much as he could. His arms were gravitated to the most, so he opted to flaunt them, locking a limb straight and teasing the bear with a monstrous horseshoe trap that strained wider than the average person’s waist. Years of dedication yanking at the cable machines proved invaluable with every crevice formed from muscle mass so grotesquely swollen that it bunched up against itself to form peaks unable to be affected by anyone other than a titan like himself.

No conventional clothing could ever hope to contain his incredible bulk; every sweater he tried to wear simply blew out at the sleeves with every errant flex he gave. It was a point of pride that he stretched the material of his clothes as far as they could manage, even going so far as to make stuff that was meant to be baggy look painted on. All his tops became muscle shirts in the end, and all his pants couldn’t stop becoming shorts.

Curling his fist in front of his chest billowed out his bicep, the mass denser than a bowling ball, and easily heavier. Veins snaked along the surface like roads on a map, each going their own way across the muscular terrain. The spectacle was one he saw hundreds of times in the gym, but it was a welcome sight to behold in a different environment.

“Well I’ll be,” the bear scoffed. His expression told how stumped he was, blowing air out from his flared nostrils as he stared. “Guess I should move onto the next one then.”

The high from his body refusing to be altered stuck with Goliath, even when he observed the bear scramble around the place. Even without being in the midst of one of his workouts, his body still felt a pump coming on, as if he’d been slaving away for hours to properly hone his form. His gaze then fell back onto his ursine host. He couldn’t quite tell what the game plan was this time, especially when he couldn’t see what was being grabbed, but the way things were set around him gave him some ideas.

Lines were drawn around him in some pattern. Candles were lit at every intersection, each one both coloured and glowing red. And right in the middle of all that was him, confused as he looked around, wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into.

The bear took a spot at what must have been the front of the shape, him watching the myomancer stick a hand out and recite something in some other ancient language, reading from a tome that seemed older than life itself. A ceremony like that was something he only ever saw in entertainment media, not anticipating it to be a real thing that people did!

Whatever part of the floor was drawn on was suddenly illuminated with a bright light, so blinding that he had to shield his eyes, but once he got used to it he could see how intricate the design really was, and that a few of the markings looked vaguely muscular in appearance. He could definitely feel something stirring inside him, welling up in his beef as he silently regarded the event take place, not sure what to say at a time like that. His mind told him then was not the time to ask questions.

And then as soon as it started, it stopped, with him not exactly understanding what he was just a part of. “You do that to everyone you invite over?”

“Yeah, but usually on the second visit.” The bear cackled as he shut the tome with one hand. Dust particles filled the air around the book.

Goliath, trying his best to comprehend the situation, looked around at the ritual site, taking in everything his eyes told him. The candles that were once lit had been snuffed out all at once, likely when the event had finished, leaving them near exhausted of wax like energy had been drawn from them. What were once vibrant red symbols had all been reduced to ash, whatever power they possessed long gone. This was something he likely would never figure out without asking.

But what of the results?

As he explained now hours ago, his body remained untouched, a testament to the fortitude he developed through years of sweat and perseverance. A quick alternating flex of his chest was the perfect way to demonstrate just how unscathed he really was. He gave the bear a sly look, exchanged with one of exasperation.

“Come on, are you serious?” The bear groaned. “You can’t actually be serious. That one’s never failed me before!”

“I don’t know what to tell ya.” Goliath simply shrugged, having done nothing to interfere with the ritual and therefore wasn’t culpable of messing with anything.

The bear shook his head in response. “No, I don’t believe that. Something has to be different.”

Goliath’s body was beset upon once more, not stopping the inspection from taking place as he happily let it. Attention had been thrown to his hilly back, fingers carefully traversing the peaks he gladly showed off, years of work doing deadlifts and rows having come to fruition. The fabric of his shirt stretched tightly over his beef, doing little to leave anything to the imagination. There wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t all natural.

He couldn’t see the mountain range his back had become, but the other man’s fingers darting through the valleys created by peaks that rose above his head told him how immense it was. Just the sensation of his traps swallowing his neck as he flexed was enough to show anyone how committed he was to making himself as huge as was possible.

By that point the bear was growing exasperated, the sullen look on his face telling all. “Alright,” he huffed, “time to bring out the big guns.”

The vague meaning behind that term had Goliath stumped, which is why he didn’t expect the bear’s hands to become engulfed in some kind of blue aura being aimed directly at him. There was no chance for him to react in time, his body bearing the brunt of the blast as the energy congregated in his bloated muscle mass, a warmth enveloping him all over.

Truth be told, it felt rather good, his shoulders rolling back as he let his chest puff out. It was like a full-body massage, digging deep into his heft to knead it. His tongue practically lolled out as he let the energy overrun his body. A part of him almost said it’d be worth it to lose the bet as the sensation was way too damn good. Almost.

The bear threw on a grin as he regarded the scene in front of him. “There. Now that had to have done something.”

While the thought of that didn’t inherently bother Goliath, he knew for a fact the spell did nothing. He smirked. “Do you see anything different?”

“I mean, you look a bit bigger.”

“Am I actually though?” Goliath made a point of pushing out a leg, thick as a trunk of a tree, only more appealing to look at. Sinewy bulk laying on top of itself made for a sight not commonly seen by just anyone, but quads like redwoods were something he saw every single day, and he prided himself on reaching a level most people found unobtainable. The evaluation came immediately after that, his limb being fondled all over to discern whether or not he was lying; the answer to him was obvious, but he enjoyed the attention.

At his size he could only wear sweatpants, but that didn’t stop him from filling out every pocket of space he could. Rippling muscle mass stretched the material well, not quite to its limits, but more time at the gym would make that happen eventually. His calves, too, were something to be proud of, jutting out wider than his shin, making those on everyone else seem malnourished in comparison. It was the result of years of dedication to his craft. In his local iron pit, he was the best there was; he had no equal.

The bear had grown frantic, sweat dripping down his face as method after method failed, matting the fur wherever it landed. In a last-ditch attempt to make something happen, he thrust his hands against those chest boulders, grappling them with force most desperate. “Come on!”

And that’s when Goliath’s face contorted into abject bewilderment. “You, uh…” He could only stand there and let this happen, unsure of what he was supposed to do, or what was supposed to occur. “You okay there?” While he enjoyed shoving his face into those mounds on his chest that looked more like hills than any person’s body part, it kind of surprised him that he didn’t have to tense them in order for them to envelop his muzzle as the force applied by the myomancer shoved them around like they weighed nothing. He continued to watch the bear grip onto his pecs with a determined look, only for that to turn to defeat as those hands slipped away.

“I don’t get it. At least one of those things should’ve done something.”

“Guess I’m just built different.” Goliath proudly shoved his hands behind his head, pushing out the chest that was just manhandled to show off how impossible it was to affect it. With gusto he then tensed the rest of his body, the creaking of his frame mingling with the groaning of his clothing as he flexed as hard as he could, wanting to parade his bulk around. Proving his time in the gym was worth it in the end tickled him pink, thrilled that the bulk he worked so hard to attain was as powerful as he said it was, and looked damn hot too. So strong was he – so strong was his will. It could’ve been interesting had one of these methods actually did anything to alter his physique, but it just showed that no approach to growing huge was anywhere near as effective as good, old-fashioned blood, sweat, and tears. He kissed a bicep with glee.

The bear could only hang his head, hand palming his face. “I don’t believe this…”

“Believe it.” The air of celebration held heavy around Goliath as he pumped a fist in the air, his grin wide and boastful. He then turned back to the bear, only one thing on his mind. “Oh, and I believe we made a wager if you recall.”

“Sadly, I do.”

“Well then, you know what we gotta do then.” Not even waiting a second, Goliath practically tore his shirt off, revealing the sumptuous heft underneath, a bit of a sheen of sweat having built up after withstanding five different methods of muscle manipulation. He could make love to himself then and there. But he didn’t, as his reward would be much sweeter, though he could think of something to make his prize that much more memorable. “Wait. You know what would make this interesting? If you made yourself bigger.”

With great intent he watched the bear grumble, that long-sleeved shirt growing taut over swelling ursine bulk, well-defined musculature that would make any bodybuilder in the world green with envy, though not quite what he had in mind. “I think you can do more than that.” That then led to the bear’s form creaking ever louder as pound after pound piled onto that frame by the dozen. Clothing that fit moments ago looked comical as it clung to the other man’s body. He looked like he was staring at someone who lived their whole life in the gym, but his tastes still demanded more. “Bigger.”

The bear merely scoffed, eyes having not stopped making contact. “Any bigger and I could easily overpower you. Is that what you’re looking for?”

On hearing the point being made, Goliath agreed that he nearly bit off more than he could chew. He couldn’t argue with that logic. “Alright, good enough.” The way the bear eyed him up and down, however, had him a tad on edge. “What are we looking at here?”

“Just seeing what I’m dealing with.” The bear grinned. “I wanna make this fun for me too.”

Being in the presence of someone larger than him didn’t happen often to Goliath – or really at all – so to see someone peering down on him was foreign. But with what he knew would transpire, he wholeheartedly accepted it. After all, he might have been the smaller of the two of them, but he was all natural, baby.

No time was taken as his chest was immediately slobbered over, those slabs tensing as they were assaulted, the broad bear tongue lapping over his sinuous beef. A moan escaped past his lips as he reveled in the worship. Normally he’d have guys lining up to have a chance of getting close to his pumped form, but having it be the result of a bet somehow made it all the sweeter. Not to mention it was nice having someone his size at the helm of adoring his bulk.

A groan of delight sounded out through the room as the bear huffed between his pecs, digging in between to unearth the sweat and musk trapped in his fluffy chest fur. But clearly a taste had been acquired as he felt the other man move onto one of his hairy pits, drinking in the scent pouring off from him. The fingers he felt dance around his physique before returned to do so again, only this time with more force behind them, which he greatly appreciated.

He could tell the bear was a connoisseur of his kind of enormity as those hands knew exactly where to grip onto. His back became assailed by ursine digits, tracing around his bulk as the mountains in his range soared higher when he flexed, the valleys between them drawing tighter as he pressed them together. The magnitude of his back was something he was particularly proud of as his winglike lats flaring as wide as they could go gave him a breadth hardly anyone his height could match, while the way his traps all but swallowed his neck made every bull he saw weep with jealousy.

And his arms were no slouch either. Muscle thicker than steel cable and more durable too, those bad boys could effortlessly rip a door from its frame and crush it to unusable pieces. The way that tongue hastily covered the curves of his bicep had him just about do the same. He couldn’t blame someone for wanting to considering how his guns were as big as his head at rest, so flexing them more than doubled the real estate, giving more to bathe.

But then attention was given back to his front, this time on his cinder block abs. The bear’s heated breath felt good against his taut midsection. And then that nose whuffing between his bricks really got him going, the tongue joining the fun again and lashing around each one, intent on leaving every ridge devoid of sweat.

Try as he might, he couldn’t stop himself from joining in on the fun. His lupine muzzle naturally found itself digging into whatever it could find – his swollen arms were always something he could never stop himself from lapping his tongue over, especially when they molded to the shape of his supremely overmuscled split-peak biceps. Both were lavished with self-praise, not holding the sounds that slipped from his mouth back. He felt no need to hide how in love with himself he was.

But the main star of his show sat in his field of vision at all times. A chest that massive deserved reverent attention, so swollen with densely-packed muscle mass that it had grown to the size of a car’s bumper, though any fight between the two would have him come out on top. The need to revel in his incomparable bulk had his body flexing his torso as much as he could, unable to stop himself from groping the miniature planetoids as veins popped out across the diamond-hard twin masses. Any sweat he licked up was replaced as he exerted himself; the cycle wasn’t something he had experienced before as he usually relished in his bulk after a workout, but with how much he effort he put into his self-love, this might as well have been exercise.

Goliath could hardly believe his luck; he’d found someone who knew how to worship his body in exactly the way he liked doing it to himself. The bear’s ministrations were a potent mix of desperation and feverish passion, and, when paired with his own self-worship, it electrified his soul.

If this were any indication, he ought to make bets more often.