NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #15

ENGLISH:
Suddenly, a violent spasm shook Boruk's body, forcing him to lift his hand from his head. A guttural groan escaped his throat as his already massive body seemed to expand before Jonathan and Bugrol's astonished eyes. A creak sounded, not from the mirror, but from the metal bench Boruk sat on. The bench's welds groaned, the metal twisting under the increasing weight. Boruk was growing. His biceps swelled, his shoulders were widening, his pecs bulged more, each of his muscles taking on a completely unusual definition.

Boruk's heart raced, its pulse pounding so loudly it seemed to vibrate the air around him. His eyes widened as he looked down at his own changing body. His grotesque testicles, now resting on the ground, and his increasingly heavy, girthy cock seemed almost insignificant compared to his increased muscle mass.

Jonathan took a step back, his breath caught and his eyes wide. "What the hell...?!" he muttered, his voice barely audible. Bugrol moved cautiously, his narrowed eyes opening wider and wider in the face of surprise. "By the fangs of my ancestors!" he swore. "The Orkspire... it's not supposed to do this!"

The two spectators remained frozen, unable to look away from the spectacle.


FRENCH:
Soudain, un spasme violent secoua le corps de Boruk, le forçant à lever la main de son crâne. Un grognement guttural s’échappa de sa gorge tandis que son corps, déjà massif, sembla se développer sous les yeux ébahis de Jonathan et Bugrol. Un craquement retentit, non pas du miroir, mais du banc en métal sur lequel Boruk était assis. Les soudures du banc gémirent, le métal se tordant sous la pression du poids croissant. Boruk grandissait. Ses biceps enflaient, ses épaules s’élargissaient, ses pectoraux se bombaient davantage, chacun de ses muscles prenant une définition totalement inhabituelle.

Le cœur de Boruk s’emballa, ses pulsations résonnant si fort qu’elles semblaient faire vibrer l’air autour de lui. Ses yeux s’écarquillèrent alors qu’il baissait le regard sur son propre corps en plein changement. Ses testicules grotesques, qui reposaient maintenant au sol, et sa bite de plus en plus lourde, augmentant de circonférence, semblaient presque insignifiants face à sa prise de masse musculaire.

Jonathan recula d’un pas, le souffle coupé et les yeux écarquillés. « Qu'est-ce que c'est que ce bordel… ?! » murmura-t-il, sa voix à peine audible. Bugrol, lui, bougea prudemment, ses yeux plissés s’ouvrant de plus en plus grand face à cet effet de surprise. « Par les crocs de mes ancêtres ! » jura-t-il. « L’Orkspire… ce n’est pas censé faire ça ! »

Les deux spectateurs restèrent figés, incapables de détourner le regard face à ce spectacle.

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