December 2022 Sketches

Scientist Salarian Mordin Solus hits a big breakthrough while Master Shifu shares Po's appetite. Enjoy, and Happy New Year!

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"Last test- illegal Batarian compound mixed with Krogan hormones." Mordin Solus breathed in sharply. "Huge success." The salarian grinned tightly. Mordin Solus had on the verge of a new breakthrough- but he had to remind himself that "excess" was still a word to be taken seriously. But then again, how did one measure excess? If anything, there might not be enough of a change.

The compound he had created could have huge ramifications for health, but in science and medicine, sometimes, the most potent advances are things that should be tested on the subjects one trusts the most. The compound had some interesting effects on salarian physiology; immense, dramatic muscle growth.

Salarians were not known for brute strength, but somehow, he had suddenly outclassed krogans by, at his estimate, a hundred and fifty kilograms. His red, scaly skin was stretched taut over a titanic body brimming with power. His arms alone were thicker than a krogan's waist, and with biceps peaking past his head, he feel like he could punch through the hull of a turian frigate. His chest swelled to the proportions of an asteroid, and his legs were thick as krogan cannons- and if he tested the strength of his bulging thighs, may have the same firepower.

"Will have to make call. Contact Joker- no- Wrex- no! Grunt. Yes. Will ask less questions- look for bigger game and scrap metal for tests." Another sharp inhale. "Must test strength. Besides. Will want to record reaction when krogan super soldier sees 'weak' salaian." He grinned, bringing in his gigantic arms and flexing, his engorged biceps digging against his swollen pecs, striking a pose he had studied from human bodybuilding programs. A second dose might be ideal, to really push his limits. Looking impressive was one thing- he was already planning how to test just how impressive his real strength really was.

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Shifu was having some trouble adjusting. After years of unconventional successes and victories, the Dragon Warrior, Po the panda, had prove to be a more effective, more heroic kung fu champion than the red panda had ever thought he could be. After years of meditation, Shifu thought perhaps that Po was doing something right- something he had missed. He tried studying Po, as if he were a new form of martial arts. That proved difficult, at first- after many painful attempts, acting like Po, trying to see if his natural clumsiness were somehow a secret benefit. Only after his second cracked rib falling down the stairs did he take that possibility off the list.

Ah, but then he thought, perhaps Po's diet had something to do with it. He had learned that there were some philosophies, far from China, that believed living life to the fullest, pleasure, was an intrinsic part of existence. Perhaps that was part of Po's power. With that thought in mind, Shifu had tried living as Po- including his diet. The results were… interesting.

The red panda looked about as round as an overstuffed dumpling. His kung fu master's robes were wrapped tight over a boulder of a belly, every part of his body stuffed tight with noodles, soup, dumplings, spring rolls, and whatever else Po's father had managed to stuff down his mouth. His limbs were wrapped in thick reams of fat, and every step was heavier and slower, the sheer weight of his new body making him feel like a boulder slowly rolling down a hill smothered in snow. His appetite had grown with him, meaning it would take serious discipline to start slimming down again- but, Shifu had to admit, the pleasant feeling of being pleasantly plump and full was weighing heavy on him. Perhaps Po was on to something here after all…