June Extras

Thanks to our biggest patrons for another month of support! Enjoy Broadway and Stitch getting a little too big for their own good. 

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The Eye of Odin was a mysterious artifact, to be sure. Broadway had never been exposed to its influence, but now, there was no going back for him. He never felt so liberated; so free, so full, so powerful. He had the strength and appetite now to live life to the fullest, and he  was going to throw his weight around. During the day, he made quite a striking sculpture- a monument to a creature of impossibly huge dimensions. But when the night came, his titanic, tank-sized gut could level whole buildings- if he wished it, of course. He was almost always hungry, always looking for more to gorge himself on, and now, New York City was his personal buffet. Whatever the gigantic gargoyle wanted, who was going to deny him? But that globular, all-encompassing belly had to be carried by something, and he had the strength of a thousand gargoyles keeping him upright; his immense legs churned with muscle and fat bulging against one another, his chest a mighty carapace the size of a aircraft carrier, and his arms rippled with terrific power, engorged muscles bulging with every single movement. His wings were hopelessly outmatched by his gigantic body; he would never be flying again, but Broadway, now quite literally the size of the street he was named for, was more than happy with the power he gained through this exchange. The Eye of Odin was now wedged securely in the folds of his gut, and there it would stay- quite possibly forever.

Stitch was still trying to get used to his new size; Jumba had experimented on him again, in a big way. The physiology and density of Experiment 626, as Jumba explained, was going to cause his body to deteriorate if there weren’t some drastic changes made. Now, he had been genetically re-engineered to have the size to match his strength. He now towered over the palm trees of the island, standing taller than any creature around, and his new body was packed with dense, bulging muscle, bristling just under his blue fur. His legs were decidedly more alien; Jumba had taken a few cues from their long-time adversary, Gantu, giving the new and improved Stitch some distinct, elephantine proportions, with legs that were thicker than tree trunks. His torso, however, was a far more appealing work of art; sprawling shoulders and a back rippling with bulging muscles spreading out like an entire blue continent, punctuated only by his porcupine-like spines. He possessed a now powerful, canyon-like chest and thick, girthy abs, and all four of his arms surged in size with each flex. Strength coursing through him like never before, Stitch couldn’t help but grin toothily, looking over his titanic form; he might not be able to pass as a dog anymore, but with how he looked now, why would he want to hide? The alien monster’s old programming was beginning to come back to him; if he could still lift objects three thousand times his size now, he could do some real damage now.