October 2021- PJ and Gideon Grey

For Size Surveyor and GlitchYeen, both PJ and Gideon Grey are bulking up to extremes, but with different results. Enjoy, and thank you for your support!

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PJ had never truly been as into the extreme sports his best friend, Max Goof, was focused on. Now that he was in college, and free from the strong influence of his father, he had been able to start exploring new outlets- and he had finally found one that worked for him. In only a year, PJ had become a massive contender as a powerlifter. Almost all his time was spent either eating enough food for a family each meal- already a habit of his- or lifting enough iron to make a small car. The effects were profound; while he was always husky, now, he was titanic- his legs were wide and trunk-like, packed with thick, heavy muscle. This was needed to hold up the rest of his dense physique; his torso was like a cauldron, as his belly was never going away, but instead of jostling and jiggling about, it was like a wrecking ball- round and harder than stone. His chest was wide and deep, his pectoral muscles in a constant competition with his gut to see which part of his torso could strain out his clothes faster, and his arms were sculpted behemoths, held up with sprawling shoulders, and packed with triceps the size of car tires. He would blush as people commented on his size, and complimented him on his strength, but deep down, PJ was finally happy with how he looked- nevermind packing enough of a punch to dent steel or bench-press a truck. This was the life for him, and he couldn't wait to get home and see what his domineering father had to say about it...

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You should never trust a skinny cook, and that goes double for a baker. That was the sort of line Gideon always sold his work on, as the fox had never been exactly svelte. But surrounding himself with pies, cakes, cookies, and a vast array of pastries, had done no special favors for his waistline, especially as his business expanded into the big city. He taste-tested everything, and the better one of his creations was, the more he would taste it- and as he had been running his business for years now, he was a very good baker. He had ballooned from a fairly husky farm boy to a nearly spherical, very pear-shaped fox- his belly alone was a giant ball of dough the size of a small car, straining the denim of his jean overalls. His immense, round rear was in close competition for bursting his clothes, filling out his lower body with wide hips and chunky thunder thighs. His chest was like a big pair of flour bags, dense, but sagging atop the crest of his belly, and his arms did not lack for thickness, either. But Gideon was not just a soft, squishy ball of blubber- many of his customers were surprised to see him hauling around hundreds of pounds worth of flour, dough, sugar- any ingredients he needed. Gideon's thick arms were solid and burly, packed with enough strong muscle to hold up the rest of his doughy body- being farm-fed had its advantages, after all.