Krampus' Biggest Nightmare Part 2

Ten days before Christmas, and Krampus is finally hitting his stride! Enjoy!

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Krampus growled low, a rumbling power rolling up from his thick torso as his pecs inflated mightily and he pulled with all his strength on the cables. The beast had never really worked out before; his impressive physique had come to him naturally, and while he could throw a punch and fight well enough, he had just been getting by on natural strength and instinct for years. In a moment of reflection, he thought perhaps that may explain why he had been so lacking in scare factor for a while- he was already naturally imposing. But even so, making his physique more threatening, making himself stronger, more beastly- well, it could only help, right? Even so, he had no idea what to do in a gym. It took him weeks- precious time with the holiday season so close- but thankfully, Yule was there to help him with a few pointers. In fact, the reindeer had been really kind and supportive of Krampus- he would have to think of a way to thank him, especially now he was starting to see results. He was even starting to draw a crowd when he worked out. He didn't know why; he didn't dare to dream they were struck frozen with terrified awe. But still, it helped to get used to eyes on him.

Of course, no one, especially not Yule, was in a rush to warn him how tight his clothes were getting on him- Krampus had shed most of his usual garments, sticking with his heavy boots, shorts, and a muscle shirt- and the shorts and shirt were now clinging on to his frame for dear life. The Black Santa had been growing every day he went to the gym, like he was going through a metamorphosis- latent puberty? Some strange part of his beastly genetics? A twisted form of Christmas magic? No one was really sure, but Krampus at least felt like he was getting somewhere. He was now easily twice the beast he used to be- his shoulders had swollen up to the size of actual boulders, weighed against a vast, meaty chest with a cleft between pecs he had lost a few items in already. His arms swelled, his biceps like melons, his triceps like leathery tires, and his shirt was riding up, stuck halfway up a set of abs like bricks. His legs were like Christmas tree trunks, and might even be able to be decorated- he could snap garland and tinsel ropes just by flexing his beefy thighs.

He let out a grunt, letting heavy weights that measured the same as a small car slam back into place as he moved towards Yule. "Okay- how's this?" He held up his clawed hands and roared, beating his mammoth pecs.

"Oh! Very scary," Yule said with a wide smile.

"You think so?" Krampus asked hopefully.

The reindeer had his hand over his heart. "Uhm… yeah, I promise…" his eyes drifted down Krampus' titanic physique. "My heart's all a-flutter just looking at you…"