Benjamin Clawhauser's Buffening- Part 3

Clawhauser has started dominating the gym, growing into an absolute beast, and he can't wait to tackle the physical again. Enjoy!

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The day Clawhauser out-lifted Bogo was a great day. Bogo wasn't the biggest officer on the force- obviously, with an entire unit of pachyderms serving Savanna Central- but he was still a force to be reckoned with, and had been molding the cheetah for months, now. The cheetah that tested Bogo's max lift was a far different beast than the one that had waddled into the gym for the first time; his limbs were solid and dense, roped thickly with growing muscle that stretched and warped his spots. He puffed up his increasingly powerful chest as thick, strong hands gripped the bar- and with a heavy grunt, lifted the weight up. A stunned Bogo stared, mouth agape as Clawhauser, still a softie at heart, asked, "Uh… Chief? Could I get some more weight, please?" in a polite, chipper tone.

And that had been two months ago. Bogo proudly claimed that he had taught Clawhauser all he knew, and the cheetah could push further on his own- and he did. How the titanic beast looking back at Clawhauser got to his current size wasn't entirely clear- predator instinct still, perhaps it was the rumors from his dad's side of the family having a bit of Bengal Tiger in them, or perhaps it was the small mountain of pachyderm-grade supplements he had "acquired" from Evidence- who could say? Whatever it was, the cheetah had fallen in love with the pump, chasing bigger weights, bigger numbers, and a bigger Clawhauser.

The cheetah had finally crossed a line his mother had warned him about, becoming wider than he was tall- but this was not a body by donuts. The cheetah's huge arms rippled with power; his biceps alone now larger than his head, which would roll against anvil-like triceps as he curled them, lifting a bar that most elephants couldn't handle. His chest and shoulders formed some fantastic topography, and his sprawling back with its heaving flanks was a magnificent wall of muscle, straining his muscle shirt. His legs were as chiseled and solid as fluted columns, and while they weren't going to win him any races any time soon, he could crack pavement with a well-aimed stomp. There was only one month left until the physical came around again… and Clawhauser was determined to break every record.