September 2022 Sketches

This month, Manikin wanted to see Venom at his biggest, and BitterBosc wanted Sidon throwing his weight around like a true prince. Enjoy all, and thanks as always for your support!

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"It's a special night, Eddie…it's our five year anniversary." The familiar, oily but strong voice hissed into Eddie Brock's ear. "Take a look in the mirror. I got you something."

Eddie Brock pulled himself up, feeling the symbiote crawl over his body, its sleek black and white skin covering up over its human host. Eddie and Venom's mind came in sync, but there was something different tonight- the symbiote had always given Eddie a rush of adrenaline, a surge of strength and power whenever they bonded- but now, that strength and power was overflowing. It was intoxicating, and when he saw himself in the mirror, Eddie let out a triumphant laugh. Already strong and powerful, he was an absolute beast- the sleek, black surface of his body highlighted every immense, swollen curve of his newly augmented musculature.

His pillar-sized legs rippled with the slightest movement, his torso as broad and sturdy as a brick wall. The symbiote hybrid's abs were dense and tightly packed, his lats heaving to either side, tectonic back muscles shifting as he glanced over his form, having to move side to side just to see all of it. His long tongue snaked down the cleft of his canyon-like pecs, and he hefted his arms, curling and flexing biceps as big as beach balls, his deltoid and trap muscles filling out a mountain range of muscle between his tensed and primed arms.

"We've never looked better, Eddie," Venom said as they finished admiring their reflection. "And this is just a taste of what is to come- let's go and cause some mayhem, and see just how strong we are!"

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Prince Sidon of the aquatic Zora people was first in line to the throne of his father, King Dorephan, but despite his peerless talent as a warrior, winning smile, and the love of the people, Sidon had always felt inadequate to his father's throne- for starters, he could barely climb up on it. There was a massive size difference between whale-sized father and son, but thanks to Sidon's friend Link, the Hero of Hyrule, that discrepancy would soon be narrowed. Along with Link's countless achievements, he was also a master chef, and with all the supplies he had gathered, he could give Sidon a bulking regimen fit for a king.

Weeks passed, and after gorging himself on the richest foods Link could provide, Sidon felt appropriately kingly. His formerly lean middle was now a rolling sea of blubber that sank past his knees, his barrel-sized thighs rolling off one another with each waddling step, his princely raiment wrapped tight over his round, overly plump rear. His pillowy chest puffed up with pride as he grinned at his reflection, his arms thickly reamed in flabby fat as he flexed. His winning smile was framed by multiple chins and round, billowing cheeks. Every part of him was huge and heavy, and he finally felt worthy to sit upon his father's throne- until he found out his wide hips, huge buttocks, and lap-filling belly was actually too wide for Dorephan's throne. Then, Sidon laughed- he wasn't unworthy of his father's throne, it was now unworthy of him! Cheerfully, he ordered a few Zora artisans to resize the throne while he attended to Link's latest feast…