Second Chance Extras

To wrap up March, and to thank you Bigger Patrons, we have Gorilla Grodd finding the one thing he likes about humans, and Sonic trying out for some rebranding! Thanks again for your support guys, and watch out for next month, Anime April!

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It took a lifetime for Gorilla Grodd to find something he liked about humans. They were petty, short-sighted, vain, and unwilling to admit when they made mistakes. They had devastated the environment, thought themselves the masters of the world, and then had the gall to throw themselves at the feet of people like the Justice League to save their miserable lives. But Grodd would be damned if he didn’t admit, they did amazing things with bananas. He had never thought much about human cuisine, but then he learned about banana bread, banana cream pie, bananas foster, banana splits, banana smoothies… the mind boggled at all the hundreds of possibilities humans had stumbled on, and Grodd had never even thought to try them, until now.

Grodd curated it into a hobby and coping mechanism; every time he suffered a defeat at the hands of the Justice League, he would start looking through new recipes and try them. And, unfortunately for Grodd, he had been losing to the League a lot, lately. But on the bright side, it was more opportunity to expand his knowledge. Already, his mouth was salivating at the thought of trying banana pancakes and banana chocolate chip bars. He didn’t stop to think about the effect it was having on him- or rather, he did, he just decided to ignore it. With as many decadent banana-based recipes as he had been going through, it was showing in a big way. The gorilla had hardly been svelte to begin with, but now, he was easily wider than he was tall. His stumpy legs were constantly rolling off each other when his swollen belly the size of a car wasn’t hanging over and sagging past his knees. An arm swaddled in fat rested atop the crest of his immense gut, idly scratching at a chest that had bloated into sagging sacks of blubber and crowned by multiple chins. Already his cheeks billowed out as he stuffed his mouth with a leftover slice of banana cheesecake and he leaned back, starting to think of what might happen when he ran out of recipes. Perhaps he might need to revisit some of his favorites…

“...7...8…9… c’mon, c’mon, Sonic, you got this… 10!” Sonic let out a roar of relief as he threw down a barbell with a thousand pounds of weight, causing an almighty clatter to echo around his personal gym. The hedgehog whistled low, checking himself in the mirror and smirking at what he saw. After his career had been left flagging for years, he had decided that he needed to make a comeback in a big way: by powerlifting. 

The hedgehog was now a burly beast of muscle and sheer raw strength. Flexing his arms in the mirror, biceps tensed and swelled like melons, colliding with his strong, meaty pecs. His shoulders rolled out like hills, and his back was a tapestry of bulging muscle. Lats flared out like wings, and his torso tapered, to a point: he had never quite given up those chilidogs, making his middle a solid, tank-like dome. What he was most proud of, however, were his legs: already, his shorts were tight, trying to contain his pert, round glutes. His thighs and quadriceps rippled with the slightest movement, rolling off each other, and tapered down to round, finely sculpted calves. He might never be able to do a spin dash again, but he was probably going to be able to kick Robotnik apart if he ever got too close. He flexed his legs, the tear-drop shape of his quads billowing out like a sail before he glanced back at the barbell. Yeah, he had one more set in him. But he was definitely getting an extra chilidog when his workout was over...