September 2021- Red and Guilmon

This month, our two winners wanted to see a devilishly handsome cat and a bulking digimon. As always, thank you for the support everyone, and enjoy!

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It felt good to be so bad; but it felt even better to be so powerful. The devil cat Red sat on his throne, filling it out like the feline god he deserved to be. While he had struck an imposing figure before, those that saw him now would be prone to terror, awe- maybe even worship. His throne was hewn of obsidian, a material as nearly as rare and strong as his powerful muscles. His red fur laced over earth-shaking pillar-like legs, a strong core adorned with brick-sized abs, all leading to a behemoth sized chest, two heaving pectorals large enough for the souls of the damned to slip through the cleft. His map was a tapestry of swells of muscle, lats spreading out far like wings, and pushing aside his arms- no easy feat. Each one looked strong enough to tear apart the Pearly Gates, with mammoth, swollen biceps and triceps the size and density of anvils. His sprawling shoulders and neck formed an impressive mountain range, the swell of his pecs and his bull-like neck threatening to swallow up his chin. He wore a toothy, sinister grin, in utter bliss as he felt the power coursing through him- he dared any dog to defy him now.

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There was nothing Guilmon liked as much as freshly baked bread, and now his Tamer made sure he had all the bread he could ever want, so long as Guilmon continued growing big and strong- and the digimon, working out every day, had more than delivered on his end of the bargain. The ground shook where the digimon walked, his thick, trunk-sized legs rolling off one another as he tore into another loaf of bread. With each lumbering step, his thick, boulder-like gut churned- all that bread had to go somewhere, after all. A round, solid dome, it nearly outpaced his tremendously huge chest, his pecs bouncing in time to his gait. The rest of his body, however, was practically all muscle- his arms alone were bigger than most digimon, with biceps bigger than Guilmon's head and tire-sized triceps that pumped every time he raised up his hand to eat more bread, and his head sat on top of a rolling sea of thick neck tendons and classic boulder shoulders. The digimon rumbled happily as he polished off the loaf, already hungry for more- he would need all the carbs he could get his hands on for his next workout, after all.