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For Ba'uru being a spirit guardian was something he took pride in. Especially having his partner, Dakka, who had made that pact with him a few months back. Since then, his time had been filled with lots of adventure and battles with strong fighters from another galaxy. Even to the spars, he'd been able to have with his pals. As thrilling it all was for him, he couldn't help that his power never felt like it was advancing no matter the amount of training he continued to do. Compared to his partner, who seemed to keep finding new ways to use his weapon.

That vaguely gnoll-shaped skull. Where most of those typical rough edges were smoothed out, except for the four fangs that protruded, with two going up and two going down. The ones which worked themselves upward curved at the upper tips. His head was attached to an above-average muscled form, packed full of dense beef, compared to one who'd have been dedicated to the gym. Ba'urur didn't need such equipment; it was just how his yellow cloaked visage appeared.

At the moment, though, Ba'uru was currently in his floating ball form where it was shown only his three eyes being held within three slits, his two lower fangs, and that tuft of 'hair.' "What to do. What to do." In his growly, almost feral voice, the guardian softly spoke to the space he was in. "How am I going to help Dakka and the others? There has to be a way for me to get stronger."

"Yo! Ba'uru," echoed a voice inside his space. "Ba'uru!"

He stayed put, knowing that Daakah's voice was calling out to him. "Don't go out there. He's just wanting to spar, but it's the same thing over and over."

"Ba'uru? You comin' out? It's time for us to train."

He hovered himself towards where the voice was coming the strongest. The further he did, the soon his skull-like face started to work itself out of a yellow stone embedded in two-handed awe.

"There you are," worriedly greeted Dakka. Him being an actual gnoll and where it looked to be where the guardian based some of his own traits from. "Are you okay? We got our training to do."

Ba'uru hovered out further, still staying in his ball form. "I… I don't know…"

The stocky fellow tilted his head in confusion. "What do you mean? You love to spar."

"Yeah, but"- the yellow orb drifted away, turning around.. -" I think you're getting more out of them than I do the more we do them."

"Wha!? Pff! Nonsense. Why would you say that?"

The little ball came zooming back towards the gnoll. "Cause it's true. You keep finding new ways to use your ax or some new spell."

"Yeah, but you're.. Well.. You!"

Ball Ba'uru's eyes squint curiously. "And just what does that mean," snarled Ba'uru with eager intent.

"It means that you are some giant embodiment of power. You're a being that I had to make a pact with to even be able to have."

As ball Ba listened, his unease was put slightly at ease. "That's true, but it's only really helped you, as I've stated. You came to me for power and a tool for your use." Soon the orb started to stretch and fill out into that more humanoid shape letting all of those muscles form and bulge from his neck to his feet. "I know I have infinite power, but I haven't been able to hone or craft it while needing to support your own growth."

"Well," Dakka balled up a paw and gently landed on the other chest. "Guess you better start doing that unless you truly want to get left in the dust by yours." As he held that pose, a thought entered the gnolls mind. "Hold on! I think I got something just for this." He pulled away and hurried into the house, leaving the guardian in a flurry of wonder. Dakka came back with something in his paw. "I got this talisman from old man Nagi."

Ba'uru gave it a once over. "What is it?"

"He said it's to help me maintain my power level. So I figured"- he offers it up to Ba. -" it could help you as well."

"I guess it couldn't hurt." The gnoll familiar took the gift in paw and placed it around the dark black cord around his neck while the emerald stone glistened in the noonday sun.

"Now, why don't we get some of that sparing going."

Ba'uru dipped his chin to look at his shorter partner, holding his standard smugly grin. "Don't tempt me with a good thrashing on you."

"Oh really now?" Dakka assumed his typical fighting stance, spreading his legs while taking the handle with both paws carrying in front. "I thought you weren't feeling it."

A smirk appeared at the jeer. "You might have given me an idea of what I can do." He took his own wide stance, thrusting both elbows to his side, and began to grunt and growl. The longer he held it, the more his yellow color brightened and blazed.

"Woah! I don't know if you gotta do all that for a spar session."

Ba'uru kept generating more energy as it swelled and whirled around his figure. His muscles flared and pumped similarly after an intense lifting session but for one's entire body. "What do ya mean? This is my new training program. Gonna hold this for as long as I can and see if it helps increase my own output." The more energy he pumped out, the green glow of the emerald seemed to resonate with him in unison.

The gnoll cracked his neck side to side and rolled both shoulders. "Alright then. Guess I can't let my own guard down, or you might actually hurt me." He offered a friendly chuckle but what stood across from him was undoubtedly a state he had seen his partner take during some of their more ferocious fights. He planted both feet onto the ground, lowering his body slightly more in hopes for that added weight anchor. "Ready when you are, pal."

The spirit guardian stretched out an arm, making a circular motion with it as a subtle wave of his energy emitted from it, taking that same motion as it brushed against the other. "Oh, I'm ready, but I hope you are. We haven't gone this hard since our first pairing, and we nearly destroyed the place."

Dakka chuckled, thinking back on that day. "Sure did! And you're wondering if you're we-"

Ba'uru leaped towards him, rearing a fist back, and as he brought it down, it landed smack dab on Dakka's ax head. The crackling of the two's energies pooped and surged around the point of impact as they passionately stared back at one another.

"Whew," exhaled Dakka, dropping back on his butt, taking deep breaths of air, "That was an intense session…"

"Sure was…" answered back his partner, who had also worked himself into a weakened state from the hour-long spar. "But it was wonderful to try."

The gnoll turned to his guardian and noticed his energy had subsided, but all its perks did not. "Ba… do you feel okay?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean… your form didn't shrink like it normally does."

"Really?" Ba'uru took notice of his form, and sure enough, those enlarged muscles didn't recede back to his default size. They had become his new size. "W-Woah! That's awesome!" He flexed his pecs, making the pair of slabs round out even more prominent. "Wow! This feels so good, Dak!"

The gnoll was a bit surprised by the turn of events but saw the immediate joy it was bringing his friend. "Guess you have found your new program with that talisman, and who knows. Maybe you'll keep growing more and more."

"M-More," queried the guardian, grabbing at the brilliance of the emerald gem. "You really think so? I could get even bigger than this?"

"Only way to find out is for us to keep this going with all our future sessions."

Ba'uru grinned, fully embracing all the new weight his form had gained. It still wasn't anything too impressive, but he's looking forward to what is to come with time. "You're on!"

As the days rolled into weeks, Ba'urur continued to maximize his power output for each session he'd have with Dakkah to the point where the gnoll had to start asking for his other friend, Mordechai, to assist in making it two verse one on most occasions. This day was one that quickly turned into one of those.

"Hey, Mord," called out Dakkah. "Would ya mind stepping in again?"

The large, overweight, brown-hide rhino sat on one of the stoops, watching the spar session. His ax weapon rested across his lap, but unlike Dakkah's, he had a sharp-edged blade. "I was just waiting for it," Mord cheekily answered back, hefting himself onto his feet. "When are you going to learn that we need to start doing these together from the start."

"Hey!" The gnoll huffed back, rolling his shoulders. "I'm slowly being able to tango with him, but I do think I'm finally starting to understand what you meant, Ba. I think you're now getting the most out of our sessions."

"Maybe, but as you said, you're starting to see your own growth happening, and I can tell I'm getting stronger myself, and I've only been doing this for two weeks now. You've been at it for nearly seven."

"That's a fair point. Here that Ba! I'm coming for ya."

Ba'uru stood fully upright, his ring of fiery neck fluffy billowed, constantly flowing backwards. All three of his eyes intently fixated on the two on the other side of the room. After the first session of him channeling the effects of the talisman, he had continued to do so, and in turn, he had seen results in spades. His once pumped-up chest mounds had surged into a pair of dense blocks of beef that spanned heavily across. The talisman itself now rested at the upper cleavage of them, making a sort of nest there. His abs had formed the most tightly framed six-pack that ran down to his wide waistline. His rump had thickened, carrying two bulbous glutes which flared out. The guardian's legs had turned into tree trunks, fighting for space with every step he took. Even when he jumped into the air, his leg muscles would leave little room between. "Is that so Dakkah," Ba'uru smirked, cracking his knuckles. Those ham-sized forearms bulged, which only made his head dwarfing biceps to puff out even more remarkable. His wing-like lats heavily pressed against his body forcing his arms to no longer be able to fully be brought down. His traps now are a pair of small hills only seen through the semi-translucent yellow fluff flames that engulfed his neckline. "Then why don't we see just how much longer it will take you to catch up to me." The towering spirit, which was already able to lift various vehicles due to its supernatural form, now had the body to match it.

Dakkah braced himself, taking his usual wide stance, followed by Mord doing the same. "Did you really have to get cocky with him," sighed the rhino. "He's still a spirit guardian and one who's on a juice binge."

"Come on, it's not that ba-" Before he could finish, Ba'uru had leaped forward and once again clashed into the gnolls ax handle. Still, this time forcibly pushed him backwards till he slammed him into a stone pillar. "AHHH! Cheap shot fucker," he gritted through his teeth, those steely eyes locked onto his swollen partner. When the pair made contact with the pillar, it sent a slew of cracks coursing through it. Dakkah tried his best to fight back only to feel all that weight and muscles of the spirit flex and bulge, pinning him even harder.

Ba'uru using only an open palm to suppress the smaller male, reared back one of his huge arms, balling its paw into a fist before thrusting it towards him. "Are you ready for this," came the arrogant tone of the guardian.

The gnoll saw that fist plummeting towards him while he tried his best to push off the behemoth but to no avail. Eventually, all he could resort to was jerking his head to the side as it plowed through the pillar, making enough space for him to shift his body off it. "Fuck Ba," he shouted out, taking stock of the recent rumble. "You could have killed me!"

Ba'uru chuckled, cracking his neck. "But I didn't. You are fine, and I'm still brimming for more to this." As he went for another rocket jump, but as he lifted himself off, he was tackled by Mord, who slammed himself belly first onto the spirit. Ba grunted and snorted, tossing his three eyes over it to see the boulderous belly that rested on top of him. "Nice move there."

Mordechai smirked, giving a heavy shift of his middle. "Ine cheap shot to the other. Now, how about you not kill our friend."

As the pair lay on the floor, the bright yellow energy slowly waned as Ba'urus senses dulled along with it. "Yeah… I… I'm really starting to let this get to me." The guardian had a slight blush come to his mask like a skull. "M… Maybe I should stop…"

"No way," exclaimed Dakkah, walking over while holding aside. "You just gotta learn to bridle yourself when you get caught up in the heart of it all."

"I… It's hard, though. My body just wants to go out of control."

"Well," chimed in Mord, slowly working himself off. "Let's get Alphonse or Sirius in on this. Those two know a thing or two about controlling things."

"Hey! That's right," cheered Dakkah, holding out a paw to the bashful spirit. "Don't worry. We'll get your new power under control no matter how much stronger you get."

Ba'uru looked at the paw before clasping with it. "It's more than my strength. I'm also getting really big."

"Damn right you are, buddy." Mord slapped a hand onto Ba's rippling backside with a heavy thud. "Gonna be one massive hunk with you keeping it up.

Ba'uru blushed, helping to hoist himself back to his feet. "Thanks, guys. I think I'm gonna rest now." He shifted back into his ball form, albeit a much rounder one than before, as he floated towards the yellow gem in the gnolls ax before slipping inside.

The following day eventually came around as the morning sun rose into the sky. Its bright beams cast upon that open space where Dakkah and Ba'uru had been doing their daily sessions. Now the gnoll and rhino had brought themselves to the spot, earlier than they typically do, but still dressed in their usual sparing attire.

"Were you able to ask Sirius," asked Dakkah.

"Yeah, I did it last night before we all fell asleep. He said he'd be here at this time since he had to deal with new shipments coming into the fabric store."

"Oh right! I always forget he has that side business of his. How's that going?"

"It's going alright. It's steady, but as you said, it's more of a side thing for him, but he has a small staff that he trusts to run it while he's away."

"It's a good thing to, seeing as I might have to do that today pending on this goes," came a deep, growly voice.

The two looked over, and there, walking across the ground, was Sirius. The taller and muscled Wakita which is primarily white fur and black markings. His thick white hair tassels hung, draped around either side of his neck, and resting just barely over his chest.

"Morning floofer," waved the rhino.

Sirius blushed at the nickname, even though it was something he was always addressed by not only Mord but everyone in his close circle, Dakkah included. Still, he offered his own wave, reaching the pair, standing a good two feet taller than them. "Morning honey horn," sharing Mord's nickname in return, then turned to Dakkah. "Morning to you as well, Dak. So what's going on here exactly? I need to help Ba'uru with his powers?"

"That's part of it, but well…" Dakkah trailed off, heading for his ax.

"Well what," pressed Sirius, turning to Mord. "Is something wrong with him?"

“Kind of,” chimed in Mordechai. "It's why we need you. To help him control all of his growth."

The Wakitas eyes grew more stern. "Mord? Dakkah? What did you do?"

"It'll be easier if you just see him for yourself," responded the gnoll. "Hey Ba! Are you hearing all of this? Why don't you come out and let Sirius see ya."

Soon, that yellow gem started to glow when that familiar yellow energy began to spark and surge along its surface. In seconds, it pulled more and more until a large-sized yellow basketball hovered in the air. Ropes of power coursed all over it when those three slits opened, letting each eye appear, coupled by its makeshift mouth.

The eyes of the Wakita widened in disbelief of what he was looking at. Not only was it the visibility that caught him off guard but the presence of his power that came on like thick air. "Ba? Is that you, Ba'uru? W-When did you get so large?"

"Would you like to tell him, or should I," asked Ba ball, all three of his eyes shifting over to his partner.

"He asked you, didn't he," said Dakkah.

"Fair enough, but I think this isn't giving you the full picture of what I am now."

"What you are?" Sirius let out a heavy sigh, looking back over to Dakkah. "Very well."

The orb of yellow, like last time, stretched and formed that humanoid shape, placing his skull-shaped head on top. At the same time, that fiery neck fluff flared and began its production, having it constantly blow backwards. His traps now surged even bigger on either side, making a deeper ring around his bulging neck muscles. His giant pec mounds jutted outward and knocked up to his chin line. On each of them held a bloated and puffy nipple ring, similar to that of plates. Ba'uru looked over to the Wakita, with him standing only a couple inches shorter than the canine as he took a step forward with a heavy thud. His legs had surged even more expansive, with each one now demanding space from the other. The pair of oversized tree trunks were only matched by his arms. His lats had only gained more and more layers of beef to force his limbs to wing out, no longer having the means to rest them at his sides.

"Ba'uru," called out Sirius. "Is that you? Ba."

"The guardian snorted, raising one of his muscle-caked arms. His forearm was now looking the size of his thighs from just the other day, while his bicep threatened to crush his own head even more than before. As he pumped it, it puffed out, blocking out any sunlight from where he held it. "Never better, Siri. I'm truly reaching my pinnacle here." His broad shoulder line was bookend by his two boulders shoulder mounds rivalries the density of his biceps. His abs had only strengthened and fortified each chiseled brick-like abs. "These two say you'd be the one to help me out with all this new bulk I keep gaining."

The Wakita stepped up, pressing his own vast chest up to the spirits considerably expansive one. "I can be, but only if you're willing to be taught and put all of this under your control instead of letting it consume you."

"Pffft! What does that mean? You think I'm already lost to it?"

"Clearly. You've never been the show-off type Ba."

Ba'uru bumped his pec shelf against Siri's before jumping back and landing with another heavy thud, sending cracks through the ground. The magnitude of his girthy muscles rippled and flexed with ease. At the same time, veins started to pulse and show themselves all over his body. He began with a low growl that quickly escalated into a mighty yell. All of his energy once more took ablaze, coursing in and all-around him. "If you can best me in this little moment, then maybe I'll listen to you." With that, he kicked himself off a second time, bolting straight for the Wakita.

Sirius watched on and heard all the bravado from the guardian but didn't flinch or move from his station. Instead, he spread his feet into a wide stance and hunkered down into a squat position. "Okay…" He flexed his own power as a purple hue of energy whirled around, and soon the two were locked by their paws catching the others. Sirius could feel all that momentum and mass knock and buckle through his system, but he stayed true to his form. "Ya know," came the calm demeanor of the canine. "You're not the only one who can shift."

Ba'uru tilted his head at the statement, but then it dawned on him, who he was actually paw locked to. Before he could pull away, the Wakita let out a feral howl as he too surged in size, becoming just an impressive spectacle of muscle and weight.

Sirius smirked and tossed the spirit onto his side with a simple twist of his wrist. He watched Ba collide with the floor, but he kept their paws interlocked. "Are you done now?"

Ba'uru huffed, caught off-guard on how easily he was just dealt with, but it also only stoked that urge for more and to be stronger. He went to push back, only to meet by the Wakita pushing him further into the floor.

"I said, are you done? I'm not letting go till you are."

Realizing he was totally outmatched and stuck, he weakened his aura and output. "Y-Yeah…"

"Good." As quickly as his size changed, he reverted back to his standard shape, letting the other go. "Now. How did this happen again?"

"Dakkah over there gave me this talisman he said he got from Nagi."

"Talisman? Wait. The one Nagi said was for your training Dak."

The gnoll scratched the back of his head, turning it away from the scene. "M… Maybe…"

Sirius let out an annoyed sigh, rolling his eyes. "Do you still have it, Ba?"

"It's still around my neck, but I don't think it will come off as easily as it came on."

"Then try and absorb it inside of you. That would be the best way for you to use that item then."

"A-Absorb it?!" Ba'uru sat himself up out of the small crater he had made. "But it's this the thing that's been messing with my head?"

"No, that would all be you. That's just allowing you to tap into more of your power but with me to help guide you. You'll be able to manage and shift forms." He shifted his sights back to Dakkah. "As for your potential. I feel there is another level to yourself you haven't fully unlocked yet, and that goofball there won't do it for you."

"Hey! Who are you calling a goofball," called out Dakkah.

"Think he means you," smirked Mord.

The gnoll side-eyed his friend. "Thanks."

The Wakita chuckled, looking back down to the imposing lump of yellow mass. "So how about it. Are you ready to actually work?"

Ba'uru tossed his head upward to catch the gentle giant's charming mug. "With you, Siri. I think I'm ready for anything."

When Sirius took up the mantle of being Ba'urus trainer, the first day after their brief bout with one another, he had the spirit fully absorb the talisman within its essence. The following days after that passed into the next with them doing the same routine of having the overgrown spirit continue to generate all of his power. He had Ba pump himself to the max while at the same time earning to maintain his own mental composure. There were good days and as well as bad ones, but after a full seven months, Sirius had called for Dakkah to come see the fruits of their efforts out in the courtyard.

The gnoll who had taken his leave of the two only stopped in to drop off his weapon and return for it while he and his partner spoke little on the subject. Mostly because Ba'uru didn't want to ruin the surprise for the day that would be his big reveal. That being this day, he hoped.

"Greeting and glad you could finally join us," cheered the Wakita, lumbering over and hugging the gnoll, holding his arms at his side and lifting him off the ground.

Dakkah grunted and blushed at the same time. No matter how many times the floor could do this to him, he was never at a loss of emotions feeling all of his fur and muscles wrap around him. "Glad to see you too, buddy."

After the embrace, Sirius worked himself back to the middle of the area. "As you know, it's taken us many, many, many months, but I feel he is finally ready to give us a display of what he has learned."

"That's awesome to hear!" Dakkah held up his ax blade with pride. "Are ya ready, Ba?"

Like always, the yellow energy pulsed and zapped along the yellow gem before the orb floated out into the open space. This time though, it had reverted back to his simple and smaller size.

"Woah! You're back to your default size!"

"Just you wait," replied the orb. "As it reached the center, along with the floor, his power began to flux and rise, and as it did, so did the ba balls circumference. Streaks of yellow jolted along its plane, growing brighter and larger until it reached the level of an overstuffed medicine ball. Next, his three eyes opened up as he reformed back into his humanoid shape.

"My lord," Dakkah gasped in awe. "Y-Your a fucking monster now."

Ba'uru took the compliment, or that's how he viewed it. He swung both mammoth-sized arms into a double bicep pose. The pair of them flared extremely full, pressing into one another while his lats wing-span surged mighty. The sheer density of them showing off more rings of muscle could only prop each titanic arm outward with little give. His colossal pec mounds lurched more than a few feet away. It was a sprawling canyon of mass that totally blocked any other view outside of them. Even to his masterfully roided out abs that had started to become shrouded by them. Granted, even if Ba'uru had the ability to see, his entire neck and head had become dwarfed by his pectorals and his traps that had taken on the look of rolling hills. They spanned along his landscaped and bulging shoulders, trailing down his monstrous backside that had only gained ample girth to itself.

"H-How ya doing Ba," asked Dakkah, slowly making his way closer. He continued to eye at his partner or the immense hulk of what he had become.

A deep chuckle boomed out of him, dropping both arms, only to be caught again by those lats, keeping each limb to fall much further. "Never better, pal." He lifted up one of his titanic legs. He immediately planted back on the ground sending shakes and rumbling across it. Cracks formed from his footfall as he flexed his muscles. It was still a slow process for him to do so with all that power. As he gained all this sprawling mass, it had undoubtedly forced him to go at more of a plodding pace than what he used to do. No longer the spry spirit who could float but a lumbering gait that could alert anyone to his presence. "But I got more I can go and discovered yesterday."

"More?!" The gnoll looked over towards Sirius. "What does he mean?"

"Not even I know but remember seven months ago where I said he had greater potential. I think we finally reached it."

Ba'uru started to raise his energy once again as it surged through and around his form. He hunched himself forward as his pecs covered and pressed onto his abs. He grunted and moaned deeply. "F-F-Fuuuuuuck… this feels amazing…"

Dakkah watched on seeing his guardian push himself even harder while seeing all those gigantic muscles bulge and swell further. "H-How is this even possible?! He's gonna become a god-like being at this rate."

"I don't really see that being an issue for our side," said Mord, bumping his belly behind Dakkah. "Especially since he can control it now."

Ba'uru continued to grunt and moan as two nubs began to bubble and tug at his shape. "O-Oh my! T-There it is…" He flexed his arms again, pulling them forward, and gave out another loud roar. As he did, those two back numbs that rest just behind his shoulders busted open, showing off two more sets of titanic arms come into view. Ba huffed and moaned, letting his power lessen, knowing he had achieved his goal. "God, that felt so damn sexy…"

The gnoll eyed the new pair of arms, seeing them do their own majestic display of masculinity while Ba'uru stayed hunched over. "Well damn! You certainly let yourself enjoy it," he chuckled, hearing those lewd noises boom out of the other. "Seems like you might have finally hit the mark on improving yourself through buddy."

The spirit smirked, trying to recover himself but still feeling those intense urges spark here and there. He pulled his upper torso upright. Even though he hadn't gained a single extra inch of height, his body had grown to become an immovable tank for others but still workable for himself. "Juuuuust a bit and I can always shift to either side when the setting calls for it, but yes, thanks to you all helping me find it."

#nsfw #muscle growth #furry

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Morning Lift

Getting to the gym early in the morning with the sun not even up yet. The huge hulk of bear walking in. He greets a few of the regulars there doing their own routines and such. Heading to the bench claiming as his own tossing his workout bag next to it. The bear wearing a pink one piece with it having a tank top look from the top as it rest against his thick traps. The fabric hugging around his already visible muscles and form. The bottom being more like cut off shorts as most of his thighs are exposed with an impressive bulge hanging in between. Opening his bag, he pulls out a pair of brown gloves and pulls them on. Turning to look at himself in the mirror, the bear stretches out his arms showing off those clean shaven pits of his. Nothing but beefy muscle to be seen. Going from push-ups, sit-ups, and even some jumping jacks to get the blood flowing a bit faster. Every bit of him would bounce and jiggle. Those pectorals and gluts just rubbing against the fabric of his outfit tugging at it.

Most of the other gym goers seem to always enjoy this part of his work out as most of them just stop to watch the males physique in action. Finishing up his warm-ups, the bear heads to the weight racks and garbing at the 100lb rounds. He stacks five of them on each side. Locking them in, he then proceeds to test it by rocking the bar back and forth. Seeing that nothing moved out of the ordinary, he sits on the bench and lays back. Gripping the bar with both paws firmly, he takes a few deep breaths getting himself focused and lifts up. Feeling the weight move onto his arms and body, the bruin grunts and begins to lower it down just barely over his chest. As he does, those biceps push out and veins begins to appear and pop around. Lifting the bar up and down for a total of eight times til he slams it back on the rack. He huffs and puff clicking on his watch as he lays there. Already his his has started to pump a bit more. Eventually an alarm goes off. Clicking on his watch again letting him know a minute had gone by, the process continues once more doing another eight reps.

As he finished up his fourth set the sun has started to peek into view as it shines through the glass windows of the gym. The bear having built up a slight sweat from the exercise heads for his bag again and pulls out a huge two liter bottle of water. Turning the cap as he chugs down about a third of it and caps it. Setting it down, he reaches again in his bag and pulls out a back support brace. The thick brown leather piece that he wraps around from the back and straps it to the front covering the middle-lower part of his abs. Securing it to the last hole, he checks himself out and even flashes a grin at the mirror. He heads on over to the squat rack. Once again he loads in up but this time grabbing the 200lb rounds. Placing six on each side, the burly male checks out his work once more after he secures each side. Assuming the position by getting in front of the bar and adjusting his shoulders to rest just below it. Putting a bend in each knee he grips the bar as his arms making a ninety degree angle. Doing his usually deep breaths, he gears up and lifts up the bar. All that weight being applied to his frame as he lowers down. Those thighs of his bulging and stretching the fabric as it rides up even more.

His bulge hangs and tosses back and forth some with his rump pushing out as it defines itself for all to see just how big of cheeks he has. He goes up and down ten times before racking. Starting his stop watch and moving around swinging his arms from side to side as he high steps to stretch out his legs. When the alarm goes off he clicks it and ready s for another set. Doing three more of those the bear huff and puffs loud and deep as his chest pushes against his top. Granted there is nothing to really block the view of anything as each pec is prominently on display. Each one having a medium sized nipple attach as sweat has really built on the beast. His outfit moist and and clinging to his body even more. He does his best to tug on it it try and relive some of the heat but it just snaps back against him.

The sun now fully risen past the horizon as its rays fill the gym letting it glisten off his wet swelling muscles and fur. Reaching for his water bottle again and chug down nearly a fourth of it. He belches and looks around nervously from the reaction. Most of the early morning crew gone with only him left alone. He drops the bottle and checks his back brace again and fixes it into position. Looking at himself in the mirror once more as he runs a through his hair tossing it to the side. It having a soft wave and bounce to it. Turning to the side to check out the results of his workout as he flexes his gluts seeing them flex and tighten. Noticing his outfit had ridden up once again, he blushes. Pulling down the bottom of his outfit as he stretches his legs around. He makes his way to the last of his routine. Grabbing a curling bar with a dip on either side of the bar that run in the middle. Setting it on a standing rack, the bruin heads for the bench he used at the start. Unclasping the bar, he pulls off the 100lb rounds. Taking two at a time in his paws he places them on the new bar. Using three out of the five rounds, he sets the unused ones back on the weight rack. Securing each side once again. He grips the bar under handed where the bends begin on either side. Breathing and looking downward, the bear lifts with all that weight showing on his arms once more. His biceps flexing and pushing out. While he pulls it upward, his chest flares out a bit more too with his abs tensing and bulging more.

Bringing his gaze to the mirror in front to make sure he has his proper form going. The ursine grits his teeth and steadies his lift. He goes and does five of those before setting it on the rack. Taking a few steps back, he clicks on his timer. Stretching his arms over his head and rubbing his chest the male grunts and taking in all the enjoyment from all his action this morning. The alarm sounding him back to the lift. He goes for three more sets. Like when he started he checks his form on the last few reps gritting once more as sweat droplets form all over his body. That pink outfit just soaked and turning nearly seeing through. Blushing slightly as he knows that he has no undies on underneath. He can see some of his masculine beef peer through. As the sun is now in full blaze with it fills the gym. The bears crystal blue eyes wide and sparkles with him staring at his own bulk and size. Doing his final rep, he then drops it down to the rack with a clang.

Proud of all that he's done, he wanders back to the bench and sits down. Panting and grunting with him feeling all the sweat covering his body. Taking that bottle and tilting it back as he chugs down the remains of it. Rubbing his arm over his mouth to catch all the water left behind, he taste all the salt build up of his efforts. He grins and grabs his bag hefting himself up. Heading into the back of the gym cause he knows that's where the showers are. The ursine pushes open the door, opens up his bag and pulls out his big ass cell phone, then tosses the bag to the side. He begins to take pics of himself posing to show off all the bulked up mass and progress of the morning endeavors. Without any delay, he then sends them out through the many means of social media he can. His phone starts to buzz and alert him to all the faves, likes, comments he receives. Most of them commenting on him wearing his iconic pink one piece. Enjoying all the feedback and support, the bruin grins and tugs off his outfit as he holds it up to him and see's just how moist it had become.

He throws it in his bag, takes out his body wash and towel. Heading to the showers as he whistles away and his phone still buzzing away.

Story by Me

Art by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/shoegaze.

#nsfw #furry

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