Puss In Boots: The Troll Job Part 2 (Alts Included)

Puss wins another impressive victory, running Trolls out of town with his mighty muscles. Enjoy both versions of Puss showing off the goods, and we'll see you next month!

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Puss woke up with his powerfully built arms wrapped tight around Griff, the burly Billy Goat Gruff and self-appointed sheriff of Kingsbridge. A night of training with the hardened troll hunter had led to some rekindled passions between the two old comrades, and Puss tended to express his passion in physical ways.

"Morning, Cabro." Puss purred. The dashing swordsman had, thanks to a duplicitous act on Griff's part, been reforged into a hulking lion of a cat, his body packed with dense, rippling muscle- the cat had put that new strength to good use last night, grinding his hips against the goat's rear. "You sleep well?"

"Your arms are like rocks, Puss," Griff grumbled, shifting around to face the bigger cat, and grinned. "But yeah. I did." He looked out the window of the room they had slept in, seeing the mountains that ringed the town. "You feel like some troll hunting today?"

The cat smirked. "They won't know what hit them."

Puss met with Kitty and Perrito for breakfast- the cat ate like it was going to be his last meal, and his friends had to refill his plate more than a few times. The cat's appetite was immense, now- and Perrito swore Puss' arms inflated even more, his chest pushing out a little further.

"You will keep the town safe while we are away?" Puss looked to Kitty, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She nodded. "We'll do our best. And, uh. Puss?" She glanced over to Griff, then back to Puss, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Don't forget that you and I are overdue for some… endurance training as well."

Puss chuckled nervously. "I will keep that in mind."

With that, Griff and Puss set out from Kingsbridge, and turned towards the mountains. They passed into the forest ringing the mountain range, and for the first few minutes, there were no words between the two, but Puss could feel the billy goat's eyes on him.

"What?" he finally said, snapping his head to Griff. "You keep staring."

"I think you're getting bigger," Griff grunted.

"I am?" Puss glanced down, his chin fitting comfortably in the cleft of his chiseled pecs- he couldn't see his boots anymore, unless he leaned far forward.

"I think you are- you're already way bigger than you were back in the day." Griff chuckled. "Had I known how potent that stuff was, I'd've used it ages ago. You're gonna end up big as a troll."

Puss smirked, nudging the goat with his elbow. "Hey, more Puss In Boots to love- I know you wouldn't be complaining."

"You're taking this almost too well." Griff grunted. "You're not… feeling weird or anything?"

"Eh," Puss shrugged his boulder shoulders. "I burned through eight of my nine lives, and had a very close brush with death- I faced down Jack Horner and saw the Dark Forest and all its wonders. Not very much has phased me since. Besides," He curled his arm, flexing his bicep and pumping to make the muscles bounce. "I forgot how… good being this strong felt." He looked to Griff. "If I am getting bigger still, do you know how big I'll get, or what triggers it?"

The goat stroked his chin. "I think we were told it was exertion that really sets things off. You know how the Fairy Godmother operated- it was all theatrics, sort of thing the handsome prince at the big climax pulls off to save the day."

Puss nodded, and then slowly began to smile, stroking his whiskers. "Exertion, eh? Well…" He glanced to a bluff they could just see through the tree line, following the craggy cliffs they had been climbing; it was about a mile away. "The trolls still have their watchtower there, no?"

Griff nodded with a grunt.

"In that case…" Puss dug his heels in, his powerful, rippling thighs coiling like springs. "I'll see you at the top! Adios, Cabro!" With an adrenaline-fuelled laugh, the cat took off running, bounding up the forest path and then leaping up into a tree, his claws and feline agility aiding him as he clambered up into the branches.

"Wait- Puss! Don't just take off!" Griff called, chasing after the cat.

Puss' only response was to laugh as he charged through the forest. His deep reserves of energy and strength propelled him forward; his trunk-like legs allowed him to leap farther, his bristling arms never failing to catch a branch or swing his increasingly huge bulk along. His chest inflated and his back stretched out as he performed his acrobatics. He could feel that magical strength beginning to grow his body again, and it felt good- he felt like his old self, before his humbling experience chasing after the Wishing Star. He felt invincible again, not because of his nine lives, but because he knew that there was nothing in this forest that could match him.

Leaping from the last tree before the clearing, Puss hit the ground hard enough to create a crater, cracking stone with his fist as he landed. Grinning toothily, he pulled himself up to see his new body- already muscular arms were bloated with heavy beef, biceps larger than Puss' head and triceps like anvils. His shoulders and lats spread out further and thicker, creating a tapestry of muscle that stretched and warped his stripes. His chest was a more impressive cliff-face than the bluff they stood on, a pair of granite slabs grinding against each other and casting brick-like abs in the shade. Somehow, his prized boots remained intact, the leather creaking, but still encasing, his earth-shaking thighs and sculpted calves.

Griff huffed as he caught up with Puss, and the cat  grinned tightly as he posed, bringing his arms together, anvils flaring out and chest billowing out like sails in full wind, biceps grinding against his pecs. When he first arrived, Griff towered over Puss- last night, they were roughly the same size. Now, Puss dwarfed the goat, and was starting to love it- after so many years of outsmarting and outrunning larger and stronger foes, this would be a fantastic change of pace.

"Would you stop showing off, you lumbering oaf?" Griff grunted, punching Puss' abs- which still had enough force to make the cat grunt. "You want to bring the whole troll camp down on us?"

Before Puss could respond, there was a series of heavy thuds and snapping branches- charging out of the tree line was an ugly grey giant, with long thick limbs, a twisted and gnarled face with sharp, jagged teeth and shaggy, unkempt hair- a troll.

Puss smirked, drawing his now comparatively tiny blade, and leapt into action. The troll let out a deafening roar and charged to meet Puss, a second troll lumbering forward. Puss ducked low and grabbed the troll by the ankles, his bulging arms wrapping tightly around his foe's legs. The troll came down like a felled tree, hitting the ground hard.

"Haha! Fear me, Troll, if you dare!" Puss chortled. His engorged muscles tensed, arms tightening and hardening, squeezing against the troll's legs as he hoisted him back up, only to throw him with a mighty heave, the troll arcing into the air and over the edge of the cliff, followed by the second troll- Griff handled him easily, with one swift charge and well-aimed thrust of his thorns.

"There! You see?" Puss chuckled, bouncing his pecs. "These trolls are no match for us."

"There's a whole camp of them, Puss!" Griff snarled, flicking Puss' ear, the one thing left that could make the hulking feline wince.

Puss paused, looking towards the tree line. "Well… where are they, then?"

The two stared for a moment, but there was no further movement or sound, no sign of other trolls. Griff frowned. "We move forward."

The two cautiously moved forward, soon spotting ramshackle, wooden ramparts and crude banners- but again, seeing no movement. Puss returned Griff's confused frown. "My friend, were you worried about only two trolls this whole time?"

Griff shook his head. "We were ambushed by at least a dozen…"

"Griff!" A familiar voice called out from the camp. "Is that you?"

"Gruffy!" Griff rushed in, recognizing his brother's voice.

Puss followed after, looking around an abandoned camp. Two goats, each identical in face to Griff, had been tied to posts in the middle of the camp, their hands bound with chains- the only way to tell them apart was in size, with Griff, the oldest and largest, followed by Geoff and then Gruffy in size and age.

They were all dwarfed by Puss, however, and Gruffy and Geoff stood in shock when they saw the hulking cat. "Puss?!" Geoff gaped. "Is that you?"

Puss couldn't help but smirk, bouncing his huge pecs. "In the flesh. Good to see you, boys." He lumbered over to their posts, snapping the chains that held the two goats with a mere flex of his bulging arms.

"I don't understand," Griff said as his brothers were freed. "Where are the rest of the trolls?"

The two other Billy Goats Gruff exchanged looks. "We thought you must have already beat them- they all ran down to Kingsbridge to grab you!"

"They what?" Griff shouted, looking back to Puss. "They must have taken the Southern Pass down! We need to get back, now."

Back in Kingsbridge, the entire gang of trolls were pelting the buildings with boulders, the giant, grey thugs snarling out threats and calling for Griff. "C'mon, sheriff! You wanna keep playing hide and seek or what? We'll knock down every house in this stupid little town if we have to!" The lead troll, a beast even amongst his own kind, bellowed. He dug his claws deep into the stone walls of the town church, climbing up the bell tower and cupping his hand over his mouth. "C'mon out, Griff! Your brothers been askin' about you!"

Kitty and Perrito had barricaded themselves and the townspeople inside the inn, doing what they could to hold back the trolls.

"Perrito, how many are out there?" Kitty asked.

The tiny dog poked his head out of the window. "Uhm… minus the one we knocked out? Eleven- oh, wait, wait! There's another one! He's shorter than the others, but he's really wide and hairy…"

Kitty's ears perked up as she pushed Perrito away from the window. "That's not a troll- that's Puss!"

Lumbering across the bridge into town, flanked by the Billy Goats Gruff Posse, Puss cracked his knuckles. "Trolls!" He shouted out. "You have threatened this town long enough- pray for mercy from Puss In Boots!"

The musclebound cat leapt into action, as did Griff and his brothers. Pinned between the town's burly defenders and a barricade, some of the trolls went down quickly, as the Billy Goats did what they did best. As for Puss, with his rock-hard muscle, he served as a target- for now. Drawing the attention of other Trolls, their blows and thrown stones either bounced off his bristling shoulders, cracked and broke against his sprawling valley of a back, or were caught in his strong hands and thrown back at the assailants. He slowly made his way towards one troll, batting away anything thrown at him, and put an end to his foe with a powerful and well-aimed thrust of his sword.

The troll leader snarled from his perch- he too recognized Puss In Boots, and wanted nothing more than to crush that smug, self-satisfied cat. Roaring loudly, he tore the great bell out of the bell tower, snapping the wooden beams that held it up. With all his beastly strength, he hurled it at Puss- little did he know, the cat was all too familiar with that particular attack. Puss' eighth life flashed before his eyes, and he dug his heels in and tensed his barrel-thick legs, bracing his back and holding his mammoth arms aloft. He grunted as the several tons of bronze fell into his waiting hands, but flashing a tight, toothy grin, he caught the bell.

"Hey! Troll, you dropped this!" Puss quipped. The swells of muscle along his immense back rippled, his titanic arms tensed, and he threw the bell with all his might- a catapult couldn't have thrown it higher. The great hunk of bronze sailed through the air and hit the troll square in the jaw; the beast fell from his perch and hit the square below in a crater.

Their leader routed and half their number down, the trolls scramble out of Kingsbridge.

"Don't forget your parting gift!" Griff snarled, ramming one troll with his horns and sending it sailing across the bridge. "Never forget what happens when you mess with our town!"

The relieved and grateful people of the town poured out of their hiding places to thank their heroes, the gathering crowd cutting a broad swath to let the behemoth of a cat pass. He threw out a few poses to his latest fans, winking at Kitty as he pumped his boulder-sized biceps. Stepping besides the three goats, he gave Griff a firm smack on his thick rear, making the goat grunt.

"We might need to do some more… endurance training before I head out," Puss rumbled, grinning as he cast the goat in his shadow.

"Heh- I'll do my best to keep up. What'll be your next move, Puss?"

The cat grinned, lifting his curled arm to kiss the peak of his bicep, the mound of muscle engorged enough it pressed against his clenched knuckles. "I'm going to find more of that potion… I think this new look is exactly what Puss In Boots needs for my next adventure."