August 2023 Sketches

As voted by our patrons, Tony the Tiger reaches titanic proportions, and Batzz bellies up- enjoy, and thank you all for your support and patience as we get these last rewards out!

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Tony the Tiger had several reasons to feel proud. He was one of the most popular and successful mascots in the business, he was still in his prime, and so the world was very much the tiger's oyster— with one exception. His cereal was being disparaged as nothing more than shredded wheat doused in too much sugar, and far from the healthy, pro-active lifestyle Tony cultivated in his appearances. Granted, that was all true, but that was beside the point, as Tony had an image to consider, now. Really the only thing he could do to protect his reputation— and ego— was to double down.

Tony wasn't going to claim that his cereal was healthier than it was, but he would build himself into such an imposing physique, who would argue with him? Months of brutal training followed, alongside a mountain of legally dubious supplements to turn Tony into an absolute beast. The tiger had always been fit and broad-shouldered, but now he was looking to embarrass most bodybuilders by comparison. The behemoth of a tiger had arms that put the heaviest artillery to shame, with massive boulder biceps and triceps like anvils, a chest wider than a truck bumper and twice as dense, and mountainous shoulders that ate at his bull neck. His sculpted torso surged outward, his heaving back muscles buttressing his mammoth frame. Down his chiselled abs, even his legs, which were dwarfed by his chest and immense arms, were thick around as kegs, sculpted swells of muscle holding up his monumental edifice.

No one could really follow Tony's logic on how this could sell more cereal, but who was going to argue with a tiger that could bench press an eighteen wheeler? Tony could hardly fit into any clothes known to man, but his new ad campaign was doing, as Tony put it, g-r-r-reat!

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Batzz had spent years working to be the greatest, biggest dragon of all. He had fought his way to the top countless times, and had reveled in victory countless times. Unfortunately for those around him, however, Batzz's idea of celebration involved a lot of collateral damage. The Demon Lord dragon needed to be reigned in, at least a little bit— and his allies had just the answer. Whenever Batzz called for another celebration to commemorate his latest victory, they began plying the champion dragon with enormous feasts, and soon, Batzz' appetite grew until all he wanted to do was engorge himself.

The monstrous drake inflated into an enormous, gluttonous beast that was in danger of going particularly pear-shaped. His legs alone were thicker than tires, two soft, doughy trunks as his thighs mashed together, and his bloated rear was round and wide. Though that was smothered under his gigantic sack of lard that used to be his tail, a massive anchor further weighing him down. He huffed mightily, standing to his full height even as the thick apron of his lower belly mashed against the floor. That enormous, blubbery boulder dominated his body, a gigantic, scaly avalanche that sagged all the way to the ground and spread out as wide as a globe. Sitting at the crest of that hill-like swell, Batzz's' once strong, sculpted chest had inflated into overstuffed pillows, weighing down on his huge gut. His arms were swaddled in reams of fat, once mighty muscles buried deep, propped up as his now lard-ridden triceps rested against augmented love-handles.

The dragon was shocked to see his body so altered, his round cheeks and jowls wobbling in surprise as he examined the aftermath of his gorging. But before he could question it further, his belly gurgled like thunder— it was breakfast time already, and he couldn't win any battle on an empty stomach.