October Sketches

Max Goof gets one heck of a glow up while Crunch tries a little too hard to bulk up! Enjoy, guys!

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Ever since high school, Max Goof had been into extreme sports. Skateboarding, dirt biking, surfing, if it involved a board or going fast, Max had tried it, and most likely had kicked ass in it. But as his college years had worn on, they didn’t have the same appeal as they once did. After so many years, he was finally starting to get bored. He had been looking for new challenges, and he found them in the gym: weightlifting and bodybuilding. With all the stress of being a senior in college, there was something wonderfully zen about working out in the gym; he didn’t have to worry about hitting anyone or crashing, he could just focus on lifting and pumping up his numbers.

As luck would have it, Max turned out to be a natural at bodybuilding, when he really started putting his effort into it. Maybe it was something in his genes, or just years of pent-up stress from being Goofy’s son, but Max started piling on pounds of muscle in record time. His body had now grown into a sculpted wonder; his arms were massive pythons, biceps ballooning in size with the slightest shift or bend. His chest jutted out past his chin, forming a cliff-face hard as stone. Broad, sprawling shoulders stretched out his shirts as his enormous broadside back finished the job and tore them to shreds.

Things weren’t quite where he wanted them yet, as he had turned out to be pretty top-heavy. While packing more muscle than most people had in their whole body, his legs were still dwarfed by the rest of him. He could still skateboard, provided the skateboard was reinforced with steel, but he was probably never going to be in any X-Games competitions again. But hey, competition season for Mr. Universe was right around the corner. Besides, he had heard Roxanne was going to be in town- maybe he could show her what she had been missing out on.

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Crunch Bandicoot had always considered himself the best authority on fitness, and now he had found a secret weapon that was going to make working out a breeze: Wumpa Fruit smoothies. He had been wondering why Crash had been collecting and hoarding the fruit for years, and now it all made sense; it was the perfect bulking tool! For weeks now, Crunch had been on a strict regimen of working out, having a wumpa fruit smoothie, working out some more, then two smoothies, rest day, three smoothies, cheat day, four smoothies…

A tiny voice in his head was saying maybe things had gotten a little out of hand, but what did that voice now? It was tiny! And Crunch was aiming for big goals. True, he had put on a little more weight than intended; in fact, he couldn’t even see his feet anymore, but who needed to see those, anyways? His chest had gotten bigger- softer, too, but a few extra push-ups could sort that out. That is, if he could still do push-ups. His belly had been getting in the way of that, as it had swollen to such a size that it practically resembled an overripe wumpa fruit, spilling over whatever pants he could find that still fit, and when he laid on it, his arms weren’t long enough to reach the ground; he really tried not to think about that too much, though. He hadn’t skipped leg day, at least- his thighs were definitely bigger. They mashed together and jiggled, forcing him to waddle when he walked, but that was normal during a bulking cycle, right?

Something had to be done about his arms, though. They had gotten bigger, too, it wasn’t nearly enough, compared to the rest of him. Weirdly enough, he had also been feeling a lot more tired, and hungry- maybe he was working out too much? Was that even possible? He was going to have to rethink arm day. Maybe after just one more smoothie, though…