A Small Display (Patreon Commission for RhythmicSlither)

Another day at the gym and Darius already knew that it was going to be a good one; lots of newcomers there for him to impress, and most of the more obnoxious regulars decided to take a day off and go bother people somewhere else. Made for a wonderful atmosphere when he could walk up the stairs from the locker room and greet everyone along the way without having to worry about insulting their presupposed manliness or unfounded belief that the whole bodybuilding thing was some form of competition; the Blaziken knew very well that the point of it was just to have fun, to share in a hobby that made people happy about themselves and proud of their bodies! It always bothered him when others didn’t see it this way, especially given the amount of rivalries that got kicked up because of it.

Thankfully though, that day was going to be different, and not just because all the jerks were away. Darius had been contacted by a potential sponsor, a company that specialized in high-grade sports drinks for professional athletes and was looking for a brand new poster boy for their latest marketing campaign. After his latest stint in a photo shoot for a bodybuilding magazine, the fire-type attracted their attention, and was given quite the sweet deal: participate in a trial run of their newest “enhancer” drink, allow them to take before and after pictures, and he’d be getting a fat load of cash, no strings attached. Pretty simple, pretty delectable, and it gave Darius more of a reason to hit the gym; he was promised an extra cut if he could personally refer people to the company as well!

The drink itself was nothing special in terms of flavour, though the lemon was strong enough that it made his tongue sting and recoil in fear. He practically spat it out the first time he tried it, but learned to expect the impact and avoid the worst of his wincing; wouldn’t want people to think it tasted awful, after all. Once the bottle was emptied, it was back to business with him, and much like every other day, he started next to the weights rack. It was the perfect place to scout out whoever was present at the gym at any one time, thanks to its position offset to the center of the room; conveniently, it also gave everyone who walked into the building a good look at the mountain of rippling musculature that was Darius, who was more than happy to show off whenever he noticed anyone staring for more than five seconds. His favourite was whenever anyone noticed the white droplets constantly dripping from his nipples; newcomers never expected those colossal pecs of his to be filled in addition to being solid as a rock, making the few instances where he got to fill up a glass with his own milk and down it in one go some of the best moments of his gym life.

That day though, he felt a bit… off. Things were perfectly fine until he actually started lifting some of the weights, after which he noticed an odd tingling sensation spreading from his hand, up his arm and then throughout his body. He should’ve been alarmed, and indeed some part of him found it distressing, but the overwhelming sensation his brain was registering was a highly misplaced sense of calm that he couldn’t quite explain; like things were actually pretty fine and he should just keep going. They would fix themselves if he kept going. He knew that. He thought.

It took a newcomer approaching him, having been told to by one of the personal trainers, for Darius to realize something was wrong. The poor guy probably wanted to ask him for some tips, perhaps even for a more personal touch if the Blaziken could spare the time, and instead what he got was a bicep to the face. Not intentionally, but by sheer virtue of being too close to it once Darius lifted the weight he was holding one more time; not only did his veins throb harder than usual, pockmarking the surface of his body even through the covering of soft feathers, but his flesh expanded outwards the longer he kept his muscles tensed up, resulting in his right arm’s musculature becoming visibly larger than the one on his left… that is, of course, until the tingling became more pronounced and the rest of his body followed suit, resulting in a shockwave of bulging flesh that expanded outwards from his right shoulder and only stopped once it reached his feet, leaving Darius so much larger that the bench he was sitting on began to groan from the sudden increase in weight!

The Blaziken didn’t notice this right away, being more concerned with the accidental assault he just committed. He tried to get up, to help the man he’d pushed over without even realizing it, when he hit the top of his head against the ceiling. This was enough to knock him out of his funk; Darius knew that it would happen someday, as he was quite tall already, but he was reasonably certain he had managed to walk around just fine a few moments ago. Only then did he look down at himself and let loose a quick yelp, attracting everyone’s attention to the suddenly-larger hunk inspecting every inch of his brand new body, as if trying to make sure it was there at all. Darius couldn’t believe what was happening, mostly because he already had a hard time moving around at home as it was; how was he supposed to do so now?! Ark was gonna kill him!

Taking a few deep breaths, he attempted to calm himself, only to become acutely aware of how massive his chest had become in the growth spurt. Not only could he feel his hardened flesh rising and falling each time he filled his lungs, he could hear it as well, the soft groaning and creaking of muscle as it struggled with its own size and weight. It was a lot more alluring than it had any right to be, enough that Darius couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if there was… more. His eyes moved to the side, where the weights rack was, and suddenly he wasn’t seeing a bunch of individual objects, but one big thing that he could grab and lift over his head. Perhaps, he thought to himself, the same process that made him that towering pillar of musculature could be repeated. Perhaps, he thought to himself, he could make it better.

The poor guy that got hit by the bicep was pushed out of his mind as quickly as it had butted in, leaving nothing but this odd and entirely uncharacteristic desire to push his limits and see where he could take them. Not for the sake of competition of course, he wasn’t that far gone, but he still found himself unable to resist the allure of going… further. Of truly testing his body and figuring out if the sudden burst of size was a fluke, or something he could rely upon. He bent down, grabbing the rack again, and with some effort succeeded in lifting the whole thing off from the ground and as far up as he could go without needing to break through the ceiling. He held it there for a few seconds, waiting for something to happen, and for those brief, dreadful moments, he was convinced he wouldn’t be growing any bigger that day.

That is, of course, until his body stopped playing pranks on him and began expanding all over again. Like a delayed reaction, he felt himself burst forth with renewed size and strength, inflating like a lead-filled balloon as not only did his frame occupy more and more space, but it placed an increasingly heavy weight on the floor beneath him. Darius began to worry about the possibility of falling through it; the showers and locker rooms were built underneath the main gym area, and though he didn’t know just how thick the floor was, he was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to be making those noises. The whole building was rumbling just from him breathing in, and it wouldn’t take more than a few seconds for his back to be flattened against the ceiling, with Darius having to bend over almost ninety degrees just to stop himself from producing an all-natural skylight. All in all, very cramped, and not nearly enough.

Moving was difficult, practically impossible without damaging some equipment, but at least everyone else in the main room was smart enough to move out of the way before he got close. They took one look at the expression stamped on the Blaziken’s face and accurately deduced that they were better off not getting in between them and whatever peaked his interest, which after the racks turned out the be the large pile of metal disks used for the weights benches; the sum total of their mass would probably provide enough of a challenge for Darius, probably enough that he could trigger another growth burst, because frankly, by that point, it was all he could think about. That and how much it impacted those around him; he loved to see others fawning over his form, doubly so when it served as an incentive for them to work on their own, and the way the tiny ones around him were looking up at the towering pillar of power that was Darius… it pressed a lot of buttons, to say the least.

Very few dared to get close, let alone do something as daring as touch him, but surprisingly enough it turned out to be one of the new guys who summoned up the courage to do more than stare and look vaguely (or not so vaguely) aroused at the sight. They didn’t do much besides rubbing their hands all over one of the Blaziken’s legs, but it was enough to get Darius all excited about the possibilities; maybe, if he worked out hard enough, he could be so big that everyone in there could fit on a single leg! Maybe, if he truly put his all into it, the building itself would be the next thing he lifted, and goodness knows where he could go from there. All of these thoughts and more swam in front of his eyes for so long that Darius completely missed the pile of weights and ended up hitting his head on the far wall… just not the one on his shoulders.

Took him a few seconds to realize what had just happened, after which his cheeks somehow managed to grow even redder than they already were; he’d been so busy fantasizing about what would happen to him that he failed to notice his body responding in much the same way it always did when he allowed his mind to wander like that. Not only were his shorts a thing of the past (probably something that happened even before, to be fair), but the floor had quite the large imprint on it from the immense cumtanks he was dragging behind him, to say nothing of the rod of turgid cockmeat sprouting just above them. It was about as long as he was tall, making it surprisingly difficult to navigate now that he had to worry about waving that thing around every time he turned his torso from side to side. Clearly, there was only one solution, especially given how much his back was hurting.

Though it took quite a bit of effort, Darius slid to the side and then flipped over, flattening several pieces of equipment underneath him when his back crashed onto the floor, his hands already busy keeping his shaft as close to him as possible; allowing that monster to spring free would probably result in a brand new hole in the ceiling… and plenty of flooding outdoors as well, given how much pre it was leaking already. Thankfully, all of his slick juices were perfect lubricant for what he was thinking to do next, all inhibitions melted away and nothing left inside of his head but the need to find some degree of release; the pressure had only been climbing ever since the first growth burst, in more ways than one as well, and if he didn’t do something about that soon, it was going to turn into everyone’s problem.

Fortunately, he was strong enough to keep that beast under control, which for him meant having it squished up against his body and rubbed all over every inch of it that he could find. Naturally, this included getting that thing stuck between his pecs, quite the achievement given how thick and wide every part of him was, but it wouldn’t be a good day unless he had an opportunity for a self-pecjob... and one on such a scale as well! His nipples were already flowing freely with their milky content by the time his shaft touched his chest, and the flood only got worse the more he tried to force his cock into the tight embrace of his pectorals; meanwhile, the crowd that had gathered around him grew bolder still, with a few even going so far as to directly drink from the fountains of white cream protruding from their new idol’s chest. Darius wanted to encourage them, to let them know that it was ok, but was sadly too busy moaning throatily as wave after wave of pleasurable overload hit the pleasure centers of his brain with no regard for his sanity, leaving him, in all respects, a complete wreck.

But it was still good; more than good in fact, judging from how everyone was jumping in, eager to get a good handful of Darius’ body while they still could. He did nothing to stop them, hoping that would be enough to let them know he more than welcomed their tender caress, even if the one pair of hands that he truly wished for was still far away, at work, and unable to come visit him. That was ok though; he’d meet them later.

For the time being, Darius was content in focusing on his own personal enjoyment, all while the rest of the gym-goers got busy finding a part of him that they could dote on. Having to carry all of those tiny ones did a number on his size too, with his muscles bulging out again the more he writhed around trying to get the best possible angle for his pecjob. It wasn’t surprising that his head bumped against one side of the room while his feet hit the opposite wall… lengthwise as well; after all, it was just the logical endpoint for the sports drink. Suddenly, calling it an enhancer made plenty of sense, and somewhere inside Darius’ head, underneath the enormous pile of mindless, carnal enjoyment that dominated his psyche, he made a note to thank the company for the opportunity.

And to ask them for more.