Turf Battler (Part 3)

As the minutes ticked into hours, Villam had found his groove in finding win after win after win. With each victory, he chowed down on the assortment of cookies while his body bulged greatly with all the new sculpted muscle being packed upon his augmented frame. The clothes he had come in with now taxed to their limits; showing some wear and tear along his expansive chest mounds and rippling backside.

The Wakita in all of this didn’t seem too phased with all the loses he had taken, looking over at his beefier pal. “That size really suits you, especially with you being on the shorter side of things,” he said with that warm smile.

The Chimera blushed, feeling his body radiate with heat from the constant workings of those magical cookies inside of him. “I-It feels so good a-and… freeing…”

Sirius darted his eyes lower, taking note of the others bulge having engorged within his shorts and filling out that crotch space. “Oh I bet it has and will be.”

Villam ears perked up. “W-What do you mean,” he groaned, turning his head and with the slightest motion, he could feel every fiber of muscle flex and pulse. “G-Goodness Siri… I… I really done it now…”

The Wakita chuckled, placing a paw over his buddies swollen pectorals, which had started to inch past the length of his muzzle, giving a soft push over them. “I don’t know about that. You’re just really good at fighting games.”

Villam let out another groan, as his eyes rolled at the pressure of his own mass being toyed with. “Y-Yeah… then… let’s keep going…” He reached out with one of those huge arms, his bicep nearing the size of his head and grabbed at the controller. It had started to become more diminutive within his paw. “I… I think I need a bigger one. I think I might crush this one.”

Sirius let out another boisterous laugh. “Welcome to my life. It’s something you gotta learn to control but I think you’re right. The way you’re growing, no amount of self control will help.”

“Y-You could win a few rounds yourself to help.”

The Wakita tilted his head in amusement. “Oh really? You saying I haven’t been trying?”

Villam dipped his chin, letting it nestle at his meaty chest line. “I didn’t say that… I just thought we both could indulge in this…”

“I see. Then let’s go another round,,” chirped the canine, holding his own controller.

The two went a full best of three with Sirius coming out the victor and he landed the final blow with a leg sweep after pinning Villams character in the corner.

“Woah! I didn’t stand a chance that time,” huffed Villam, feeling the weight of his figure taking a toll with all the labored motions he was needing to take now. Those movements once being simple acts, now required a considerable amount of thought and effort to perform. “I think this new body is helping you.”

“Now we got excuses for my win? You want me to win or not,” he teasingly replied.

“I…,” Villam leaned back onto the couch but as he did, the last of the cookies had digested within his system and the last vestiges of his shirt came undone, leaving him bare chested. As he felt it happen, his eyes widened as the breeze of the cold air brushed through his exposed fur. Each mound rose and fell in time with his quickened breathing. “G-G-Gosh…”

“I’ll say mister muscles.”

The chimera lifted up an arm, only to rip at his pit area and pull the rest of the back fabric apart. “Welp… that finished it I think,” his face was full of red with embarrassment.

“Seems so,” chuckled the Wakita, grabbing at one of the brownies. “You haven’t tried one of these yet.”

Villam blinked with hesitation. “But isn’t it your tur-”

The Wakita taking advantage of his pals demeanor, shoved the brownies into his open mouth. “True but why not let you take the first of this too.”

All the Chimera did was chew and allow his senses to dance and awaken once more to the tantalizing experience of the rich and decadent sweet now melting along his taste buds. The warmth he had come to know so well emerged with fierceness unlike with the cookies. Maybe it was due to the brownie being much thicker but the heat engulfed his frame like a hot towel as it caused his body to sweat. Still, he chewed through the offering given to him as he felt all the hard edges of his muscles lessen and gain a layer of softness about them. Those hard pectorals gave way, swelling even bigger as if they had been inflated, pushing his round nipples to their respective sides.

“So that is her game I see,” came the Wakita, pressing a paw along the Chimera’s abs as they quickly faded away, along with those cum gutters.

Villam groaned as he tried his best to polish off the brownie inside his mouth when he heard another rip from below. His eyes opened, darting towards his buddy who was staring at the scene of the incident.

“Told you it wouldn’t be long, mister huge package. What should I have expected from my mooter though.”

As Villam heard the remarks, he was soon greeted by a pat to his nether regions and it all became crystal clear to what he had been referring too. His eyes rolled once more, as he tilted his head back, letting out a heady groan.

“Don’t get too comfy yet Vil. We still got some more matches to do.”

The door to the room opened and in came Mia. “My. My. Are we both enjoying ourselves today?”

Sirius nodded. “Sure are and if I could make a request. We might need some bigger controllers if you have any.”

“We certainly do and would there be anything else?”

“I think that will be it. What about your Vil?”

The Chimera reeling from his body's unrelenting release from his clothes could only shake his head.

“If that will be all. I’ll go get you those controllers and you fellas can have this room as long as you’d like.”