Dragains- Part 2

Jake Long's ready to muscle in for title of big man on campus, with a little help from a friend. Enjoy!

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Jake Long snorted, a little bit of fire shooting out of his nostrils as he paced around his friend Darren's room, heavy footfalls making the boards quake. The lion had just finished telling Jake what had happened during the last party at the frat house, that had seen Jake turn into a hulking mountain of muscle, and Darren into a bloated, flabby boulder of a feline. Jake left out that he might know how this happened— a little magical back fire from the dragon— but out of accidentally turning his friend into a doughball, Jake saw an opportunity.  "I'll tell you what we're going to do. We're going to move up the timeline a bit. We're gonna take over this frat today."

Darren's eyes boggled. "I'm sorry, what? I-I blew up into a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon, and your answer is to try and… take over BIG?"

"Buddy," Jake grinned toothily, draping his huge arm over Darren's shoulders, while his free hand pat the lion's engorged belly. "We're the biggest guys in this frat. And we're only gonna get bigger."

The lion stared openly at Jake, and the dragon in turn couldn't help but let his touch linger over the lion's supple form— it was nice, having something so soft and plush to squeeze while he was all scales and rock-hard muscle. "W-wait, what do you mean, we're only gonna get bigger?"

"Listen…" Jake began. "I've got a plan in mind that will take the jocks from forcing food down your throat, to eating out of your hand. You just gotta turn on that patent Darren charm."

The lion's mouth twisted. "I don't know…"

The dragon's clawed hand again fondled some of the lower reaches of the lion's belly. "Trust me. Now, lemme tell you what we're going to do… I got a few, uh. Visual cues lined up, see if you can follow along here…" he waggled his eyebrows, bouncing his pecs. He curled one arm, his bicep swelling up beautifully. "We got us on one side," then he flexed his other arm, tensing his other mound of muscle up to the same engorged size. "And Chuck, and his toady Tad, on the other."

"Are you really doing this?" Darren hid a laugh as he bit into a snack. 

"Shush." Jake held his pose for a moment, then brought his arms in for a most muscular pose, biceps jostling his bloated pecs, thick swells of beef and bristling scales rubbing against each other. "Right now, we can go against them, but we're pretty much even—" he grunted as he squeezed his arms a bit closer, the pecs and biceps fighting for room. "No way of telling if one's going to beat the other. But if we just shake things up and find a way to tip the scales…" The dragon pulled off an archer's pose, curling one arm and holding the other out, making a pleasing line from one end of his arm to the other of rippling brawn. "We can win big."

Darren stared for a few over long seconds at Jake, then shook his head. "But— wait, wait. Are we the bicep that you're still flexing, or…?"

"Look, that—" Jake scoffed, his chest deflating slightly. "Man, I had this whole thing planned out, a whole routine… Look, I studied videos about how you flex legs, and look at this—" He cocked his hips, bending his legs slightly to make his already full, shapely quadriceps swell out. 

"I mean, that's really impressive, but…" Darren cocked his head. "Are we supposed to be your thigh now, or…?"

"Never mind, never mind!" Jake smacked his forehead. "Okay, look, this is the plan— it's getting close to the frat elections. I've got a shot at becoming BIG's new house president— and I can pick a VP." The dragon gestured to Darren. "Think about it— they're not going to be pushing drugs on you anymore, and you can go back to do your thing in peace, if I'm President and you're my number two. So I'm gonna schmooze everyone with this rockin' bod and get bigger, and I want you to keep Chuck and Tad busy."

The lion balked. "What, me?"

"Look…" Jake sighed. "I know they've got this whole thing now about stuffing you— but. You're a smart guy, Darren. If you play along, you could win them over. And when this is over, I can train you and get you back in shape!" Jake flexed his arm again for emphasis. "C'mon, dude! We can totally do this."

Darren's eyes were drawn back to the dragon's rippling brawn— and against his better judgement, he nodded. "I mean… Yeah, yeah. Let's do this."

"Hell yeah!"

With Darren keeping Chuck and Tad busy, Jake had cleared the way to winning over the rest of his BIG brothers. Admittedly, he had something up his sleeve that he hadn't told Darren about— a potion that had augmented his body at the end of Hell Week seemed to connect the two— the bigger Jake got, the hungrier Darren became. Now, he had to see if the bigger Darren became, if he would get buffer. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long to find out.

He watched as Darren let Chuck and Tad carry him off to the kitchen, and then the dragon headed to the weight room. he already stood as one of the beefiest members of the frat, so he was able to pile on a respectable amount of weight on the bench press, until several hundred pounds were packed on to the barbell. With a slight grunt and rolling of his broad shoulders, Jake readied himself. He began to pump the barbell up and down, triceps billowing out, pecs rising up until they filled the lower end of his field of view.

Jake huffed until sparks gushed out of his mouth, working himself hard— the weight was enough to give him a challenge, and just when he felt like his arms were growing weary and his chest was beginning to ache, a surging, rising second wind shot through him. The dragon almost held his breath with anticipation as he sat up after the first set, eyes drifting over to the weights. With a tight, toothy grin, he lumbered over and piled on another hundred pounds to push himself, and see what would happen next. He gripped the bar tightly, and began pumping again.

The muscular dragon rumbled, his muscles began to burn, and he could begin to feel his form suffer for it— just when he was about to set the barbell down and figure out what happened, Jake heard the split of cloth. Gasping slightly, he racked the barbell, and sat up. Looking down, his eyes went wide— the neckline of his tanktop had split down to his abdomen, as his bloated, pumped pecs had grown too large to hold back. He lifted one arm to touch his chest, but his bicep reached first. Letting out a small huff, Jake lifted his arm up, seeing his rounded out bicep and slab-like tricep, the extra heft in his vambraced forearm— it had all grown bigger.

"Heh!" He chuckled low, his chest heaved. His claws raked across the extra, galvanized brawn. "Nice job, dude." His eyes flashed. "I'm gonna make it up to Darren— but first, let's see what a real dragon's firepower looks like."

The dragon spent the next few weeks planning a toga party— what better way to show off his unnaturally huge, super-charged body than with nothing more than a bed sheet? And starting to canvass with the other brothers. All his experience as the American Dragon and years of heroics, paired with the strength of ten fully-grown dragons packed into his mountain of a bod, meant he could do pretty much anything they wanted to help out. Brock's car broke down? Forget the tow, Jake lifted two times the car's weight for his warm-up. Greg the linebacker broke his leg by falling on Fred, the other BIG linebacker? No problem— Jake was bigger than all four of the linebackers put together. BIG needed to contribute to some extracurricular activities in the arts on campus? Not a problem, Jake could pose for anatomy classes, soon as they found canvas big enough for him. 

By the night of the toga party, Jake felt like he had BIG eating out of the palm of his hand— and he had plenty to go around. The dragon's titanic body was overflowing with magically augmented brawn; every part of him was enormously thick and pulsing with the power of absolute titans. His chest jutted out like a sheer cliff face, the yellow scales of his underbelly like armor over the gigantic slabs of muscle running down his torso. His enormous arms were girded with enough rippling brawn to crush metal between his bicep and forearm; when he flexed, they rose up like mountains eclipsing his head, and when he applied the sheer power in his body, his triceps were dense and large as engine blocks. 

The dragon's enormous musculature and heaving, buttress-thick lats were framed by his giant wings, the limbs also corded with enough thick, bulging beef to hold him up— the last bit of support, his earth-shaking legs, had billowed out with thighs like tank treads. As he draped the only sheets big enough to envelope his mighty brawn, Jake flashed a grin in the mirror, even if the vast majority of his body couldn't fit. Tonight, he'd seal the deal and be the biggest deal BIG had ever seen.

With the music thumping and beer flowing, Jake was big enough to be at the center of attention wherever he went, flexing and posing wherever he was, but he needed one last really big trick, something people wouldn't forget— and then, he saw Darren, the enormous lion chowing down on a pizza that Chuck had gotten him.

"Yo! Darren— I need one last thing from you, bud. Then, uh…" Jake waggled his brow as he draped his huge arm over the lion's round shoulders. "Maybe you n' me can do a little after party. Waddya say?"

The lion gulped down his latest bite. "Uhm… sure, but. What do I have to do?"

"Ah, just stand there and look pretty— I'll take care of the rest."

Jake let out a sharp whistle as he called people's attention. "Yo guys! What's a toga party without something a little legendary, huh? Check it— the Greeks had Atlas holding up the world…" Jake huffed as he dug his hands deep under the lion's gut, finding some purchase. With an almighty heave, he hoisted Darren up in the air, a half-ton of lion being held up by a mountain's worth of dragon. He struck a pose, flexing his free arm to make his boulder of a bicep surge. "And BIG's got me holding it up!"