Intensive Workout - Part 1 (Patreon Commission for Renaspikes)

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

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The Lucario looked up at their trainer, not quite knowing if they should be raising an eyebrow, snarling, laughing, or everything at the same time. They’d been very adamant about not taking any shortcuts with their new workout schedule, and what did the Rena go and do? Buy a whole bag full of Rare Candies in order to “skip the boring parts” and get them to the “interesting bits” quicker. If not for the fact that the mental image was enough to get a small blush going, the Luca might’ve very well crushed the piece of candy in their hands and thrown it onto the ground. In the end though, the combination of his trainer’s genuine smile and the prospect of turning into some kind of super hunk was enough to get the Pokémon to acquiesce, and begin unwrapping the very first step in the two’s new journey.

Spikes had been the one to propose the idea of a new workout regimen, after seeing something about how Lucarios as a species were often highly receptive to specific types of physical exercise. There was no goal there beyond self-improvement; neither of them were really interested in badges or competitions, and really just wanted to see how far they could push the Luca’s limits… the Luca himself especially so. There was always that one small voice in the back of his head, prompting him to try and work harder, push himself further, force his body to pack on even more muscle, but it never quite worked; he was fit, absolutely, but not the enormous pile of rippling muscles that he often fantasized himself as. He wasn’t big enough to dominate a whole room just by being inside of it, nor could he bend steel by picking it up between two fingers and applying some minor force. His trainer, however, assured him that this was possible, if only they followed a very rigid and exacting schedule; the candies, as Spikes put it, were just a shortcut.

The Lucario didn’t really like the idea of cheating, but he couldn’t deny that he’d seen some absolutely gorgeous hunks that were exclusively the result of Rare Candy overdose; or, as their own trainers would say, “carefully planned” doses of the stuff that just happened to result in towering giants that loomed over everyone around them. He’d always envisioned himself as one of them, but never really wanted to resort to skipping ahead on the track; he felt as if he had to earn the size, not just be given it, which is why he insisted that he and the Rena work out as intended, and only resort to using the candies if there were no results whatsoever. Spikes, though clearly plotting something, agreed to these terms, and so the two began planning ahead.

The first candy, as expected, did very little. It provided the Lucario with a boost in power, but not much happened to his body beyond, maybe, his already-defined abs becoming slightly more visible. This was good, it meant that he wouldn’t be cheating too much if he took those things… though it also made him want to eat another one, a desire the Luca had to push out of his mind as quickly as it tried to intrude upon it, lest it be allowed to nestle and fester until it became an irresistible calling. He’d have plenty of opportunities to distract himself though; the workout itself was intense enough that neither he nor his Rena trainer really had any room for even idle chatter, let alone open fantasizing, and the two spent the rest of the afternoon making good use of the exercise room in their home, occasionally running laps around the house for good measure. Only after they were done with everything in the checklist did they give themselves some time to recover, if only because the moment they sat down, they really wouldn’t be able to get up again.

As it were, once the two of them collapsed on one of the benches in their gym room, they did nothing but try and catch their breath for ten minutes straight, occasionally stopping to take long swigs from a water bottle in a vain attempt at trying to stabilize themselves. It was hard work, and it was only the first day; the one after would be meant for resting, but the one after that would be yet another afternoon of nothing but pushing themselves to the limit. This sort of alternating pattern, at least according to Spikes’ research on the subject, was supposed to work very well for Lucarios… at least in theory. Tryn didn’t seem any different than he did after taking the first Rare Candy, though that was probably because he hadn’t had a second one to “seal” the results in.

The Luca complained all the way to having the treat placed on his hand, at which point all words ceased coming out of his mouth as he stared down at what he was holding. The Rena let him know that eating it would have “immediate results” and that it was supposed to lead to even greater gains, and that was something the Lucario really wanted to hear; it just so happened that he still had that annoying voice in his head telling him that he needed to get things done the old-fashioned way or else it didn’t really “count”... though why exactly he should bother with that when this traditional manner of doing things had done nothing for him was anyone’s guess. Why was he trying to hold himself back? He’d been trying for years to turn himself into a mega hunk, to no results, so clearly something new was needed.

With a final nod, Tryn threw the candy up into the air and caught it on the way down, not even bothering to chew before swallowing it whole. For a second or two, he sat there thinking that the Rena had tricked him into expecting something impossible, as absolutely nothing happened, but once the bench snapped in half underneath him and his fall caused the paving on the floor to crack, the Lucario was disabused of that notion. He barely had any time to look down at himself before he felt the transformation slam into him, a pressure crash bursting from within, pushing his body outwards as wave after wave of power threatened to make his entire body explode! All Spikes could do was scurry backwards along the ground, eventually hitting the wall behind him; there, in front of him, the previously slim and athletic Lucario that he’d known for so long was growing outwards, their muscles bulging out, outright pulsating as they packed on more and more mass with each heartbeat, almost like their whole body was being filled with a pump, expanding outwards before shrinking back down to a size that was always slightly bigger than it had been before.

The growth spurt didn’t last long, but its effects were certainly… impressive. Not only did the Lucario end up blessed with an extra couple of feet in height, leaving him slightly woozy once he tried to get back up, but it had taken his previously thin physique and widened it considerably. Nothing but muscle there, but there was plenty of it to go around, from the broad, door-wide shoulders down to a torso that looked about as solid as a slab of metal, up to a pair of arms whose biceps looked ready to pop out and back down to a set of legs that looked more like small tree trunks than anything else.

It was such a radical chance that neither the Luca nor their trainer really knew what to say about it; hell, all Tryn could do was look down at himself, staring at his new contours while wondering if he was actually looking at something or if it was all some kind of hallucination… until he decided to do something about it and turned to face one of the punching bags hanging from the ceiling. Pulling back his right arm, Tryn slammed into it at full strength, not only managing to knock it off the chain it was hanging from, but also piercing through it entirely; his fist went clean through the bag and its stuffing, with the poor thing left skewered on this arm for a few moments before the Lucario pulled it out. With the bag’s insides spilling all over the floor, both Tryn and Spikes were left to stare at one another as they processed what was going on… and immediately realized the opportunity they had in their hands.

The two’s attention was immediately drawn towards the bag of Rare Candies that the Rena had brought with him when he crawled away; more specifically, its contents, the many dozens of treats that were still left to be consumed and turned into additional mass for the Lucario, who was suddenly left in a mindstate where he didn’t particularly care if he was cheating or not anymore. With each of his stomping steps shaking the ground, he thundered over to where his trainer was still on the ground, picking him effortlessly with both hands and bringing him in for a very tight hug. Spikes was left almost unable to breathe from how powerful it was, but couldn’t help but smile anyway; this was exactly what both of them wanted, and it was always nice to look down and realize that, despite being eye-level with the Luca, his own paws were a couple of feet off the ground. It made clear that they were just starting, and that the Lucario had plenty of size left to go before he was done; size that he clearly wanted right there and then, because as soon as he placed his trainer back on the ground, the next thing he did was shove his hand into the candy, grab a handful of them, and promptly shove them into his mouth before Spikes could do anything about it.

Not that the Renamon would’ve protested, but at least some advance warning would’ve given him a chance to meekly protest and pretend like he didn’t want it to happen. Unfortunately for the both of them, however, the sudden infusion of Rare Candies didn’t really do anything for Tryn; even after chowing down and swallowing an absurd quantity of them, the Lucario’s body didn’t really change all that much, aside from him receiving the expected power boost. It just so happened that, at the size that he was already at, such an upgrade was barely even visible at all, being little more than a couple of inches in height and muscle mass. Yes, he bulged out, but compared to his previous explosion in size, it felt immensely disappointing; this only served to confirm their suspicions that, if they wanted to make the candies have any effect at all, they’d have to pair them up with physical exercise… a realization that gave Tryn an idea.

Acting quickly, lest the effects of the treats wear off, he stomped over to the rack that held most of their weights, then promptly began lifting it; not the weights, but the rack itself, something that would’ve been absolutely impossible for him to do just minutes previously. Not just that, but he did so with such ease that even he found it surprising; he would’ve expected some amount of resistance, and yet his new body was apparently strong enough that he managed to lift the rack with the same amount of effort as he would a single one of its weights. That wasn’t the important part, though; that particular honour was reserved for the fact that this impromptu bit of extra exercise had the exact effect that Tryn hoped it would.

Just like he’d envisioned it in his mind’s eye, each time he pulled that thing upwards, his muscles bulged out harder. Not just in the way they usually did, or in any manner in which his new ones would, but outright gained mass whenever he fully flexed, mass which was then distributed across the rest of his body as his whole frame slowly expanded outwards with this extra infusion of raw muscle power. The Lucario didn’t even bother to check whether or not he was reaching too far; all he cared about was getting as much out of those candies as he could while his body was still “activated” in whatever way had caused them to transform in that way, and while he didn’t manage to get as drastic of a result as the first treat after the workout did, what he got was still genuinely impressive.

The rack fell onto the ground, cracking the paving and bending the steel struts, with the weights falling off and rolling in several directions while the Lucario stretched out his limbs and straightened out his back. Judging from how high up his head was, he’d probably risen to about eight feet in height, if not a few inches more, and looking at his sides had become an exercise in self-arousal if he’d ever experienced one. To say that his arms were muscular would be in itself an understatement; if he flexed hard enough, a single one of those veins would be able to compete with his trainer’s arms for sheer thickness, and he couldn’t even see his feet anymore thanks to the enormous pecs in the way. Not only that, but he couldn’t even move without bumping into the low ceiling above his head, nor could he take a step without causing some amount of damage to the floor; above all else though, he felt power, not just powerful but simply power, raw and unfiltered, as if he could rear and fire a beam of energy powerful enough to punch through several houses… which, given what he was, he probably could. Best not though, neither he nor Spikes had the money for repairs.

Spikes. The small Renamon who’d started it all, his trainer, the person responsible for having turned him into a hunk the kind that he’d always fantasized about. It truly was cheating that Tryn had achieved in such a short time what he’d been striving for a lifetime to do, but the Lucario couldn’t bring himself to care anymore; when he looked down at the Rena, all he saw was someone who deserved nothing more than all the affection he could give them. After all, if not for them, he wouldn’t be so tall that he barely fit in their gym, wouldn’t be so powerful that he could lift a whole weights rack like it was made of cardboard. And so, when he bent down to pick Spikes up to give them yet another tight bearhug, Tryn did so with the utmost devotion and love… and some care and concern for how much strength he was putting into that bind.

This had been, ultimately, the first day in a new workout schedule, and thus it was important to keep his trainer in tip-top shape for when they had to go through the second one. Because Tryn wasn’t done; hell, he wasn’t even started! If a single session had turned him into this monstrous thing, who knew what might happen when they kept going?

Only one way to find out.