Super Sonar- Part 4

Robert's one-on-one with Sonar takes on new dimensions as the bat mutant tries to muscle in his view of things. Enjoy!

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Almost all of the members of Z Team were seated in the board room, looking around with growing impatience. "Okay. That's it, we've been sitting here for twenty minutes. Where's Sonar and Bitch-Boy Robert?" Flambae asked, drumming his fingers on the table. 

"Seriously, y'all, this is getting rude. We're supposed to be on the clock. I don't know about y'all, but I've got bills to pay." Prism added, filing her nails. 

Flambae turned to Malevola. "Mal, you're Sonar's workout partner slash friend with benefits, do you know where the two are?"

The red-skinned demoness shot a dirty look towards Flambae. "Look, all I know is that Rob wanted to talk to Sonar about his not-so-secret performance enhancer, and the fact that he's kinda… stuck in a whole new third form."

Flambae leaned in closer. "Look— I've got to ask. What… is this whole thing with Sonar and that crystal? Like… I get it, abs, biceps, the pecs, that's all sexy, that's why I got all three, but… this is a fetish thing, right? It's gotta be."

"Oh, a hundred percent," Prism nodded.

Malevola rolled her eyes. "Alright, yeah, I guess, but what do you want me to do about it? This is all in Rob's hands now."

"Sonar, I'm not gonna— hngh— ask again!" Robert struggled against the bat monster's grip as he was pressed up against the swollen mass of Sonar's heaving chest. "You have broken so many HR policies, it's a world record! You need to give up the stone!"

"What? What's that Bobert? I can't hear you down there over both these— boom— massive fuckin' pythons." Sonar chuckled deeply.

The man-bat had probably reached the apex of what the crystal could do for him— and honestly, Sonar felt like he might finally be satisfied. His now enormous body had grown beyond the ability for him to shift in and out of his monster form, as he simply was monstrously huge either way, now. Every part of him was over-blown with huge swells of meaty, galvanized muscle brimming with awesome strength. His bicep alone dwarfed Robert's entire body, a mass of boulder-like brawn that could crush cars like they were soda cans, powered by triceps so massive with beef, his own wings looked puny in comparison. 

"Sonar! Seriously, you're power-tripping! Would you stop posing and flexing for like, five seconds so we can talk about this?"

"Oh, but Bobbie, Robertson, Bobby Boy— who would wanna stop when you've got all this to show off, huh?" Sonar rumbled grandly, striking another pose that Robert could barely see from his vantage point of his cheek mashed against the jutting promontory of the bat's chest, his back pressed against heaving flanks and feet kicking against swollen, tightly packed abs, held up by thigh muscles like tank treads, rippling with every earth-shaking stomp. 

"Now listen, Robby— I'll make you a deal," Sonar said. "I will totally give up the stone… but you gotta be the one to reach it. You manage to get up between these two beasts," he paused, grunting loudly as he bounced both heaving, gargantuan pecs. "And hey, it's all yours— but y'know what I haven't heard from you during this little exchange?"

Robert grunted through gritted teeth as he was squeezed in by two insurmountable burls of beef. "Talk about a rock and a hard place…" he muttered to himself, then spoke up for Sonar's sake. "What? What haven't you heard?"

"First of all, some compliments for this absolutely righteous bod I've got, and secondly…" Sonar had to cant his head, fighting the enormity of his own body until he could see Robert, grinning toothily at him. "I haven't heard you ask me to put you down. What's a matter, Robby-Rob? Getting comfy but too embarrassed to say?"

Robert glared up at Sonar, clamping his mouth shut, cheeks hot. Sonar laughed, bouncing the much smaller man against his heaving chest. "Oh my God! What? Really? Hah! Oh man… Well, you know what, while I have you here Robbie, why don't I tell you some ideas I've had? First off, bigger parking spaces, I need some maneuvering space, know what I mean?"