July 2022 Sketches

For this month, Iris wanted a beefy Krogan and Lavince wanted a corpulent Behemoth. Enjoy, all!

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"Shepard."

"Wrex."

Commander Shepard stopped in their tracks, eyes going wide. The first human SPECTRE had seen much over their storied career, but things could still catch them off guard- like Urdnot Wrex being more than twice the Krogan he used to be. "Wrex?"

"Heh heh… quite a view, isn't it, Shepard?" Wrex absolutely dwarfed the Commander- already, Krogans were living tanks of scale, leathery hides, muscle and teeth- but now Wrex looked like he belonged in a dreadnought class. His whole body was packed densely with muscle on muscle, his heavy plated scales suddenly seeming quite small compared to the sheer brawn he possessed.

All of it was on display- Wrex had forsaken any battle armor, not that any had ever been made to contain all of his mass. He hunched forward and flexed, arms like laser cannons surging in size, biceps like comets grinding against a chest like a canyon the billowed out at Wrex's command. His enormous broadside of a back was crowned by the mountain range of shoulder muscle, spilling out of his shell-like plates, heaving flanks flaring out to stretch him out even further. His earth-shaking legs supported everything; thick, rippling columns that rippled into finely sculpted mounds of rock-hard mass at his command.

Wrex let out another low laugh at Shepard's shocked expression. "I went over Okeer's notes- you know, the super soldier program that made Grunt what he is? Well- I decided to finally give it a look. You should see how big Grunt is, hah!" He flexed an arm, patting down his enormous bicep. "You wouldn't be interested, would you, Shepard? I don't know how well it'd work on a human, but I mean- look at this. Gotta be worth it, right?"

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Behemoth loved eating more than anything- his sweet tooth was the stuff of legends amongst the various Summoner Guilds across Tokyo. The beastly therian usually had to be pushed to eat in moderation; keep up his workouts, stay in fighting shape- and true, he actually enjoyed fighting to a good degree… but he was hopelessly addicted to good eating. So when he came under the sway of a Summoner who encouraged his appetite, the white-furred glutton got to see just how far his appetite could take him- and even now, he showed no signs of slowing down.

Now, he was the biggest he had ever been. His new Summoner plied him with all kinds of treats; with dango in one hand and chocolate cake in the other, he gorged himself to an enormous size. His belly billowed out like a flabby avalanche, a round tank that was never quite full, sticking out several feet ahead of him and pressing down on the floor. His well-fed rear was taking up an entire bench, and it was a miracle it was still being held up as it and his barrel-sized, flabby thighs were spilling out of his pants. Even his tail had grown wildly thick and plush, lying lazily beneath the fat rolls lining his back. His shirt was left hugging his puffy chest, now like a pair of flour bags sitting on top of a boulder. His strong, thick arms were well-insulated with even more excess weight, and his round cheeks wobbled against his multiple chins as he took another big bite of cake.

Even after such a feast, with a few encouraging words from his Summoner, Behemoth was already thinking about what he would like for his next meal…