Intensive Workout - Part 2 (Patreon Commission for Renaspikes)

TAGS: Pokémon/Digimon, Lucario!, Growth/Expansion, Muscle/Hyper Muscle

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Tryn had always been the more enthusiastic out of the two, but Spikes could never have imagined just how much energy the Lucario would start putting into their workouts, even after the two of them were given undeniable evidence that it was the way forward when it came to giving the massive Luca the kind of body they’d dreamed of for years. The resting day was nothing if not pure torture for the both of them, though from entirely different directions: for Tryn, having to wait for a whole day before being able to grow yet again was absolutely agony; having been shown and experienced what it was like to become a burgeoning sculpture of raw muscle power, needing to wait nearly forty-eight hours before he could go through it again was something he wasn’t sure he could handle without a lot of help from Spikes… which made the Rena’s day one hell of a ride, considering he was used as a stress relief toy for a very lustful and snug-happy Lucario who wanted nothing more than to experience their new body in as thorough a way as they could. To say that Tryn was frisky would be an understatement as massive as Tryn himself, and the two’s couch didn’t last for more than half an afternoon before the first spring gave up the ghost, followed by the rest of its companions. Of course, by that point, it didn’t really matter, considering the Luca was big enough to be the couch if he so desired, and he made sure that Spikes was well aware of that by physically picking them up and keeping them as nice and tight against his massive, ripped chest as possible.

Neither of the two were particularly concerned with the implications of this, neither were they thinking about how things would be like after their second workout day was upon them and, now that they knew how it worked, the Lucario was very obviously going to stretch his body to the absolute limit, consuming goodness knows how many candies for the sole purpose of making himself as big as he could possibly be. Not a thought was spared to the reality that would be their new life together, the challenges they would face, the logistical complications that came with Tryn becoming as gigantic as he wanted to be, nor any of the very real practical concerns that came with it; no, as far as Spikes and Tryn were concerned, the only thing that truly mattered was taking the Lucario’s physique and turning it up to eleven and beyond, transforming this already-extent perfection into something even better, that the two of them might experience carnal bliss as part of their everyday lives. They hadn’t actually gotten to… that point yet, but given the sort of thoughts and words that flowed freely between the two, as well as the extreme physical proximity they had suddenly developed, it was only a matter of time; all that Spikes could hope for was that, when it came down to it, he’d be able to walk straight the morning after, though he had serious doubts that would be possible given the sheer size disparity between the two.

A disparity that, as far as Tryn was concerned, was only going to get worse, at least if he had anything to say about it. The Rena he shared a home with might know that he planned on abusing the power of the candies to the absolute maximum, but what they didn’t know what that he had been carefully planning out how best to do so in all those hours they spent cuddling together: perfect doses, how best to take them, when to eat the candies, all sorts of details that, while he was convinced were ultimately pointless because of so many unknown variables, were nonetheless vital for the sake of keeping him from being surprised again. Tryn figured that the only reason he wasn’t already so much more massive was purely because of his own hesitation in taking the boosters in the first place, leading into the shock of his growth; thus, if he formulated enough backup plans that he could reliably find one for whatever situation might pop up, he’d be ready to exploit whatever might come and thoroughly maximize his gains the next time he was allowed to bulk up again. Just the thought of it was enough to get his cheeks burning and his legs quivering, to say nothing of a few other things… but those were thoughts for later, for after he had become the hulking giant of his dreams.

The third day dawned with the two of them in one another’s arms in the middle of the living room floor, having decided that one of the year’s first truly non-freezing nights was a good enough reason to eschew the use of a bed and rely entirely on the Lucario for comfort and warmth, both of which he generously and eagerly provided in ample quantities. Even better, Tryn felt just as refreshed and ready to take on the day as he would have had he chosen a mattress, perhaps even better still considering he had all the space he could want rather than needing to circumscribe himself to a tiny little spot above ground; in contrast, Spikes was so completely far gone after what had been one of the best nights of his entire life that he practically didn’t need things to go sexual for him to experience true bliss. Sleeping on Tryn was indescribable, the perfect mixture of the most comfortable bed in existence with the sort of warmth and loving acceptance that only a true mate could provide, leaving him both physically restored and utterly mentally demolished; it took the Luca himself plucking Spikes from their immense chest and placing him on the ground before the Rena came back to his senses, and even then he still tried to crawl as close to Tryn as possible just to keep it going for “five more minutes”. Alas, and as Tryn himself readily told the Renamon, they didn’t have five more minutes; the workout regimen required them to start working in the morning with only a small break for a light lunch, after which they had a whole afternoon ahead of them!

The sheer enthusiasm was enough to put some spring into Spikes’ step, though he was clearly too groggy for proper exercise just yet; still, a good protein shake and a smooch later and he was rearing to go, if only because Tryn also made sure to whisper a few sweet nothings into their ear and remind them of what sort of reward was waiting at the end of the day if they were a good boy and gave him lots and lots of candies for him to devour. He spared no details, going in-depth on his plans, the very act of his planning, and his intention: to become so massive that he wouldn’t even be able to fit in their house, to turn into such an absolutely enormous hunk of beef that no building on the planet would be able to hold him properly unless they had vastly elevated ceilings, so utterly dense with muscle mass that the ground itself would tremble and quake with each step he took. And there, at the center of it all, was Spikes, the root cause of it… and the primacy beneficiary of all that hunky Lucario whenever the two of them felt even remotely frisky; honestly, how could the Rena possibly say no to that?

So they got to work. Just as planned, the two of them spent most of the morning running laps around the house, coincidentally giving the neighbors something to think about thanks to Tryn not having any clothes that fit him, before heading back in just after noon for something to eat, after which they immediately went down to their gym, taking care not to get the Lucario to smash into anything on the way there. Already Tryn’s body was starting to show signs of improvement, their bulk noticeably larger and with far more pronounced veins, while he still hadn’t consumed any candies at all; alarmingly, the Luca didn’t mention the treats at all, though given the way he eyed the bag when it was retrieved from the locker it was kept, Spikes doubted this would remain the case for long… and yet, the larger of the two somehow managed to keep quiet about it for most of the afternoon, preferring to focus on what he was supposed to do, if only to keep things going according to plan and prevent any surprises. Tryn had chosen not to push his luck (yet), and only to eat the boosters after they were done with the workout, but unlike the previous time, he was going to take a whole mouthful of those at once, and given the size of his gullet, that was bound to turn him into something resembling a walking, talking pile of muscle mass: exactly the way he liked it. Hours passed, and both Rena and Luca ran dangerously close to completely spending what stamina they might have inside of them; Spikes had done an admirable job in keeping up, given the sheer difference in size, strength and resistance between the two, though granted, Tryn had gone far above and beyond what was technically required of him, just so he could reap as many fruits from his labour as possible. It was impressive how much his body reacted even without the candies, and if it weren’t for the fact that he knew he could be so much more, the Lucario might just have been content with the gains he already made for the day: he was obviously a good foot taller, about three feet wider, and he couldn’t even move his arms around without them rubbing against his pecs somehow, something that he never imagined he’d be able to do. Nevertheless, he planned for the candies, so he was going to take them, even if he knew he’d end up so utterly gigantic that he’d probably break through the ceiling and into the ground floor of their house.

This didn’t stop him. As soon as the clock they set up rang, signalling that their workout had come to an end, Spikes dropped to the floor like a marionette having their strings cut, not even bothering to cushion his fall as he flopped onto his side, struggling to breathe, yet still with the goofiest grin on his face; part of it was thanks to the endorphin rush that came from working out in the first place, but most of it was the underlying knowledge that he was about to watch Tryn become even beefier than before, a thought that was already making his body confused as to where it should direct its much-needed blood. Predictably, the Lucario didn’t waste any time, knowing as he did that every second spent not consuming the rare candies was a second that they lost their effectiveness, and if it weren’t for the bag being out in the open, he would have just punched through the metal locker to retrieve it; instead, he shoved his hand into it, grabbed as much of the delicious snacks as he could, and without hesitation, shovelled all of them into his maw, nearly choking as he chomped down on their gooey, creamy insides. He struggled to swallow them all, his eyes tearing up as he tried to do so, but just as he knew that he had to, so too did his body obey: those things were necessary for him to become even more perfect, so they had to go down whether his body liked it or not. The last thing Spikes saw before the transformation was that lump going down Tryn’s throat, before disappearing somewhere underneath his collarbone… and then everything started to rumble.

Not just the ground, but the air itself seemed to be vibrating, as if trembling in anticipation of the Lucario’s newest growth spurt; the giant himself had already closed his eyes, balled up his fists and clenched every muscle he had, helping along with the bulking up by giving his body the perfect avenue through which to manifest it: with every muscle group tightened, every second spent keeping his body at maximum tension, Tryn seemed to add inch after inch to his form, expanding at a much more controlled rate than before. If his first candy had made him uncontrollably bulge outwards, these ones looked as if they’d hooked him to a pump and left it on; it was steady, consistent, and most of all, it seemingly refused to stop, making the Rena wonder if he shouldn’t be crawling backwards to avoid being smothered by a growing, budding titan mere inches away from him. For Tryn, this couldn’t have gone better; all he could do was keep clenching, keep holding his body in that tightened state, and hope that it would keep going forever. He could feel as he expanded outwards, taking up more and more volume with tightly-packed muscle mass, his weight increasing to such a degree that the ground itself started to crack underneath the strain; the sound of groaning filled the air as his increasingly-leathery skin was forced to stretch in order to accommodate for a frankly absurd amount of surface area, practically creaking as it was pushed to the breaking point. His legs, as well, were thickening at a much faster pace, for they were cursed with having to hold up a ridiculous amount of Lucario hunk, far more than they should ever have to. And this kept repeating itself, again and again, multiplying the process until all that was left was Tryn’s head, almost buried underneath his own neck bulk, surrounded on all sides by a veritable halo of mass, his body something truly gigantic; in the end, it hadn’t been his skull that bumped against the ceiling, but his back muscles, which had nearly grown over the poor Lucario’s head, leaving him looking like he was wearing some sort of organic mech suit.

Which was, ultimately, exactly what both Tryn and Spikes wanted. When the transformation began to wear off and the Luca finally had some room to breathe, there was no difference between him clenching his whole body as tightly as possible and him relaxing; his bulk had become something so exaggerated, so utterly beyond the realm of the possible, that he might as well be limp and he’d still be able to stand up perfectly still, such was his mass and density. Hell, Spikes didn’t even know if the attraction he felt for that glorious hunk was psychological or if they truly had their own gravity well! One thing was certain though: as both the Renamon and Lucario looked aside, to the still-open bag of candies on the ground, they could both only think of the fact that this had just been their second workout day.

There was still so much more to come.