April 2023 Sketches- Gantu & Kal'Reegar

Going for a bit of an extraterrestrial theme this month, Proxol wanted a hyper buff Gantu and CTC wanted Kal'Reegar blimping out. Enjoy!

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Gantu had always considered himself a consummate professional- serving the United Galactic Federation was a matter of duty, and working for Hamsterveil was a matter of professional pride. But for the first time in his career, Gantu was going to start acting on personal pleasure. The mysterious supplements provided to him some time ago, coming from a "secret admirer," according to the attached note, had proven ridiculously potent, practically making the officer a mountain of virile muscle, a monument to his strength and ability to get any job done- and at this point, to do anything he damn well pleased.

He had always been impressively built, but now the sheer mass of his musculature beggared belief. At his towering twenty feet tall height, he was at least double that in width- were impressively built and musclebound people had a landscape or boulder shoulders to work with, Gantu had an entire city skyline of shoulder muscle and engorged, bulging pecs. His arms could probably crush the wings of the most powerful spaceships, with biceps big enough to eclipse the moon when he flexed, and massive slabs of beef for triceps. His earth-shaking legs were mightily powerful and just as imposing in size, though it looked like he was supporting a third leg, straining the fabric of his uniform around his crotch. Gantu felt the sheer weight and power in every part of his body, and was looking for opportunities to test his limits. Maybe Experiment 626 might be interested in a rematch…

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Kal'Reegar was a soldier first and foremost, a marine of the Migrant Fleet and the Quarian people. But his newest mission was almost like a second pilgrimage, with one goal in mind- traveling across Council Space and finding viable sources of food for the Fleet. Why Kal'Reegar had been given such a task, he wasn't sure- but he had grown to enjoy it immensely. Traveling across Council Space, he had identified dozens of suppliers for the Fleet, but more noticeably, he had been indulging in each and every new source- he desired to be thorough, after all, and after living on Fleet rations for years, a much more rich and varied diet was irresistible.

Kal'Reegar's body was all the proof that was needed that he had overindulged; his lean, fit marine body was buried under hundreds of excess pounds of fat, leading to Kal'Reegar commissioning the biggest bodysuit in Quarian history. His bulbous belly alone, so large it sank down to his knees, made it next to impossible for him to squeeze through the narrow corridors of the Migrant Fleet's ships while his limbs were swathed in thick reams of blubber. His barrel-thick thighs rolled off one another, forcing him into a waddle with each step. The quarian's appetite was still growing as well, meaning by the time he had completed his mission, he was staring down a very intense, spartan diet and regimen back on the Fleet. Maybe one last buffet before he began heading back home was in order, then…