Magnus Amassing Muscle- Part 2

Magnus starts a whole new routine to regain his old strength- and then some! He's decided to keep going, naturally. Enjoy!

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Magnus grunted, steam hissing from his nostrils. He had forgotten what an honest-to-goodness pump felt like, hefting boulders that could flatten houses in his powerful arms. So far, the dragon had kept true to his new quest- to be the biggest and strongest dragon the Peace Keepers had ever known. It was hard work, as he had forgotten most of the strict regimens the Peace Keepers put their hatchlings through, but Magnus' pride and willpower were both nearly as big as his stomach, and he wasn't going to give up easily. His arms burned, his back ached, and his body tightened and groaned with each new day he pushed himself further in punishing exercises and grueling workouts- but the adrenaline-fuelled pump, the thrill of feeling himself be reforged into something stronger kept him going, and the results were beginning to speak for themselves.

He had done little to trim down his boulder of a belly- giving up good food was a bridge too far for him- but every other part of his body was quickly growing to match it in terms of sheer heft and burly muscle. His shoulders and back had billowed out like a second pair of wings, quickly outpacing the width of his thick middle. The dragon's arms surged, biceps blooming until they were as large as his head. His scales bristled, covering the expanse of hardened, toughened muscle, some of which he had forgotten he had even had. The dragon had already made serious gains to his physique, and could throw his weight around with the best of the Peace Keepers once more- but Magnus didn't want to just be big. He had to test his new strength- and maybe find ways to push himself even further. If he was going to make a statement about the Peace Keepers' strength, then it was going to be a statement every dragon could hear.