August 2022 Sketches

Tanngrisnir can't stop taste-testing, and Long is here to make your wishes come true, courtesy of Protofighter and Eldrikke, respectively. Enjoy!

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Tanngrisnir breathed a sigh of relief- he had finally perfected his stew. After slowly growing complaints that his tried and true recipe was growing stale, the goat therian had worked tirelessly to perfect it, and he thought he finally had a recipe that no one would ever grow tired of! He was quite certain he would never grow tired of it, as he licked clean a massive pot of his final product. Taste-testing had been a very important part of the process, but Tanngrisnir couldn't live on stew alone- his appetite had exploded, and now, he was regularly eating enough for a small family. The results spoke for themselves, loud and clear; though he seemed quite happy with the results, the goat had grown immensely fat.

His roiling gut spilled out like a flood of fat, a black boulder that sank precariously close to the ground and mercilessly split apart his fine clothes. Every part of him had grown soft and round, from his barrel-sized thighs to his fat-swaddled arms and doughy, pillow-like chest. His immense rear, like a pair of oversized beanbag chairs stuffed into pants with enough material to make a tent for a normal-sized person, jiggled with each slow, waddling step, but all the same, Tann's round, chipmunk cheeks were dimpled into a smile as he licked his lips. No one would grow bored of his cooking again- the old saying was you could never trust a skinny cook, so following that saying to its logical end, Tann must be the most trustworthy cook in Tokyo.

He rested the empty pot against the side folds of his belly, his sizeable love-handles forming a small shelf. He already had a few ideas to make even more variations and improvements on his recipe, and he was eager to test them all…

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Your wish has been granted.

Finding the jade teapot with a Wish Dragon inside, you had instantly spent your first wish on a hunk for a romantic date- and your new Wish Dragon, Long, was only too happy to fulfill that wish. There was only a moment for you to realize what he was up to as the serpentine creature began breathing in deeply and flexing, his lithe body quickly inflating and surging in size, newly summoned muscle blossoming along his frame until he seemingly popped in a great puff of smoke and sparks.

But when the smoke cleared, you saw him- he now loomed over you as an absolute beast; his stubby legs were now wider than they were long, packed with dense muscle, and his thick tail snaked around, helping to hold up a monumental torso. It began with a row of huge, chiseled abs that stretched along his serpentine form, bolstered and framed by lats that flared out as wide as dragon wings, his heaving flanks stretching wider as they propped up his gigantic arms, each one nearly as big as the rest of his torso- anvil-sized triceps pumped to inflate hill-like biceps, a mountain range of shoulder muscles filling out his once lean and serpentine neck into a pillar of muscle, wedged into a shield-wall of a chest that jutted out far past his snout.

Long hefted his enormous arms and curled, his swollen forearms mashing against his pumped biceps as he flashes you a winning smile. Leaning down, he takes your hand and guides it up his sprawling valley of a torso until he plants your hand on his rock-hard bicep and squeezes again, forcing that awesome swell of muscle up even further.

"So what are your other two wishes- or am I everything you wanted?"