Donald Duck Growth Drive- Muscle Part 1
Woo! First goal reached, and Donald is looking pretty pleased with himself! Thanks to cedricbrowning's Sailor Hunk, Donald learns that being buff actually kind of rocks. I'm sure there'll be no unforeseen consequences...
We've reached our first goal for muscle, but we still need your help to get Donald swole! Check the rules and story below!
Art © rockytheprocy
Story © c'est moi
Sailor © cedricbrowning
-This Growth Drive is actually TWO drives in one! We’ll do two separate series, one in which Donald goes through Weight Gain and one which Donald goes through Muscle Growth
-To donate to make Donald big, donate here!: https://forms.gle/pZriXqt8RGcp5RtG6
$1 = 1 Pound for Muscle OR Fat. Multiple donations are welcome, but you will need to fill in the form each time. Please make sure to clarify where your donation is going!
-We will have five pictures in each series, based on five separate goals: $100, $250, $450, $700, and $1000
-The top donor for each round, in each series, will get a cameo in the story by me and in the round’s picture done by Brock. We’ll be sure to contact each pair of winners for each round as soon as donations close!
-Donations for MUSCLE are open now, and this round will stay open until July 25th, 11:59 PM EST. Donations given after the round’s end date will be counted towards the next round.
- As always, thanks for your support!
The Sunchaser touched down in Duckburg, the McDuck family grateful to be back on solid ground. As they drove back to Scrooge’s mansion, Donald was left cradling the ruby half of the Sheshanaga Gem, staring at it with a furrowed brow; it had started to visibly glow.
“Oh yeah,” Louie commented as the family filed inside the mansion. “That thing is definitely cursed. Tough break, Uncle Donald.”
The duck looked up at his nephew, eyes narrowing. “Thanks,” Donald hissed.
“But what kind of curse?” Webby pondered out loud. “That’s what we need to figure out. Maybe it’s some sort of zombie disease. Oh! Oh! Or maybe like the Pharaoh’s curse. Quick, does anyone see a plague of locusts? Or a flood?”
“Thank you, Webigail,” Scrooge said, tapping his cane against the floor with a note of finality. “That’s enough speculating for now until we have better answers.” He glanced over to Donald, whose eye had begun twitching. “No need to jump to conclusions.”
“Webby and I will start researching the Naga culture and see what kind of mystics and artifacts they had,” Huey offered. “Dewey can start searching for any counter curses, and Louie…” he glanced over at his green-clad brother. “Louie can stand guard while you rest, Uncle Donald.”
“I mean, I can do that,” Louie said, already lounging on the couch. “If by ‘stand guard’ you mean ‘watch the Ottoman Empire marathon with a can of Pep.’”
Donald scoffed, glancing down at the gem. “Boys, I don’t want you too close to this thing.” He yawned. “I just… really need some sleep.”
“We all do,” Scrooge said firmly. “We’ll have a spot of dinner, but then I want everyone to get some shut-eye. If we’ve got a curse to crack, we best be well-rested for it.” He shooed the children out of the foyer. He then turned to Donald, sighing sympathetically. “I’m sorry, lad. Your first big prize in years, and it breaks in half. It’s rotten luck, it is.”
“It’s the only luck I get,” Donald grumbled. “But sleep sounds really good right now…” he added, shuffling his way to his houseboat floating in Scrooge’s pool. He placed the faintly glowing statue on his kitchen table, and then threw himself in bed, falling asleep within a minute.
Donald was surrounded by impenetrable darkness. A light shone down, illuminating a spot directly in front of him; Donald was faced with an enormously fat duck, his huge belly spilling across the floor. Flabby arms were wrapped tightly around multiple bags of fast food, as a greedy hand grabbed one burger after another, shovelling it into a fat, hungry maw while wiping off sauce and grease on a sailor’s jacket.
Cringing softly, Donald hardly recognized his own face stretched and rounded out, were it not for the sailor suit encasing this mountain of flab. “Wha- wait, is that me?”
“It could be,” another voice said, making the duck jump. Next to him was a red serpent, resting on its coiled scales.
“But, how? I’m not a health nut, but I’d never want to end up like that.”
“It is one path, and one closer to you than you think. It’s perilously close, in fact.” The serpent turned to face Donald, its shimmering blue eyes boring into the duck. “Do you wish to avoid it?”
“Well, yeah! Who would want to look like that?” Donald sputtered.
“Then there is one choice before you, otherwise you will give into hedonism and debauchery.”
Donald narrowed his eyes as he looked the snake over; it looked immediately familiar. “Is this something to do with the curse?”
The snake’s face betrayed no emotion. “Precisely. Breaking the gem has released two spirits, one that wishes to destroy you, and me. I am the noble half of the Sheshanaga, and if you want to avoid falling to sloth and gluttony, you must do as I say.”
Donald glanced back at his fatter self, a shiver going down his spine. Could that version of him even walk anymore? “Alright, well… what do I have to do?”
“You must train yourself. Constant discipline, hard work, and diligence. Make your body a fortress, shield yourself with strength, and you will be safe,” the serpent responded.
“What, you mean… work out?” Donald asked.
“Your words, not mine,” the ruby snake hissed, just as it disappeared, then the fat version of Donald, and then the dream ended.
“Uncle Donald! Uncle Donald!” Dewey burst into his uncle’s houseboat the following morning, waving a piece of paper in his hand. “You won’t believe what we found. Webby and I were up all night looking up information on the Sheshanaga, and there’s a legend about the king’s soul trapped inside waiting for…” the younger duck trailed off, craning his neck as he looked around the seemingly empty houseboat. “Uncle Donald?”
Webby followed after. “Is he missing?” She glanced over at the glowing ruby snake on the table, then gasped. “What if the Sheshanaga has sucked him in, trapping him in some kind of crystal prison?”
“...Or, or. Maybe he just got up early for breakfast?” Dewey responded, already heading back towards the mansion.
“Well… maybe, but I want to call that Hypothesis B,” Webby replied, looking back at the Sheshanaga before following Dewey. “If he’s not at breakfast, we’re gonna crack that gem open like an egg!”
Donald felt sore across his entire body, groaning as sunlight forced him to screw his eyes shut. “Oh, my head…” he groaned, clutching his temples. Where was he, again…?
“Oh, you’re awake! Hello again,” a new, deep voice announced. “I was wondering if I had lost my new workout partner, heh.”
Donald opened his eyes. He was sprawled out on a park bench, just across the street from a gym. He was cast in the shadow of one of the most oddly dressed people he had ever met- nevermind one of the biggest. A panda large enough to blot out the sun loomed over him; a mountain of muscle with a chin that could cut glass and a large, well-groomed mustache. He was also wearing very little; skin-tight shorts straddled his trunk-like thighs, with straps ready to burst over his swollen arms and a sailor’s mantle draped over tectonic shoulders.
“Wah!” Donald leapt from his seat. “Who are you?”
The hulking panda looked hurt. “You don’t remember? We just spent all night together, on the workout of a lifetime! I even said you were looking great. Definitely one of the strongest ducks I’ve seen since I arrived in town.”
“I- what?” Donald looked down at his body. His sailor’s jacket had lost its sleeves, supposedly torn off as his arms had thickened to twice their size. An experimental poke found hardy muscle bulging just under his white plumage. His shoulders and chest had broadened as well, straining his clothes. “Wah! When did this happen?” He ran a hand over his head, starting to breathe heavily, his chest puffing up, seriously threatening the buttons of his jacket.
Furrowing his brow, the panda placed a hand on Donald’s shoulder. “Maybe some breakfast first, hm? I think you need some food in you, after all the work we went through.”
Donald and his large acquaintance moved to a coffeehouse, a few pastries between them as the panda squatted down on a chair that was comically too small for his immense frame- Donald was amazed it didn’t snap in two.
“So… you don’t remember anything from last night?” the panda asked.
“No!” Donald replied. “I went to bed early, then woke up on the bench.” He glanced up at his huge companion. “What exactly happened?”
“Oh!” the panda shrugged his rolling shoulders. “You came into the gym around nine or so, and you looked like you meant business. We were the only two in the weight room- I, uh, tend to take up a lot of space…” he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “And you didn’t seem terribly intimidated by my size, so we got along great. You didn’t say… well, anything, really. But I spotted for you, I helped you with your form, and we seemed to do some great work. Then you walked right out and passed out on the bench around dawn.”
Donald’s heart was pounding, his mind racing. He had sleep-walked all his way to a gym, worked out for ten hours, and had somehow gained several dozen pounds of muscle in that same amount of time. The red snake in his dream told him to workout, but this was too much. Was the Sheshanaga Gem controlling him?
“I, uh, might need to get back home,” Donald finally said.
“Oh.” The panda seemed disappointed, but nodded. “Alright. Do you need any help?”
Donald checked his jacket for his phone, then waved the panda off. “Ah, don’t worry. Thanks again for breakfast.”
“Might I see you back at the gym?” the large bear asked. “It’s only, I don’t know anyone else that can keep up with me.”
“Uh…” Donald’s mind was in a dozen different places, but he shrugged. “Yeah, sure. ...What was your name again?”
“Oh…” the panda looked embarrassed. “I’m known as the Sailor Hunk. Just call me SH.”
Donald arched his brow but offered his hand. “Donald, Donald Duck.” Even though Sailor dwarfed him, the duck didn’t flinch as that huge mitt smothered his hand. He managed a small grin; he was nice, to be sure, and for impossibly huge, musclebound characters in flamboyant costumes, he could think of people he had far less patience for, like Storkules. Maybe he wouldn’t mind working out with him more. Now that the shock had passed, all this new muscle was a welcome sight- he couldn’t turn into that blob in his dream if he was buff, after all. But first, he had to get home.
As soon as he reached home, Donald cupped his hands over his beak. “Boys! I’m home!”
“...Alright, everybody ready?” Donald heard Webby’s voice from the parlor. His eyes went wide as he poked his head inside. The Sheshanaga Gem had been placed in the center of the room, and Huey and Dewey were straining under the weight of a massive warhammer of solid gold, holding it over the gem.
“We’ve tried using a regular hammer, dynamite, and a chainsaw to crack this baby open,” Webby began, building herself up to a monologue. “Only the mystical warhammer of Gromgar the Earthshaker has a chance of shattering the Sheshanaga Gem and freeing your uncle!”
Donald’s heart skipped a beat. If the gem was shattered, not only could the kids get hurt, but what would happen to his new muscles? “What’s the big idea?” Donald shouted, rushing in as he grabbed the warhammer, yanking it away from his nephews with one hand and pulling the gem away with another. “Do you want to get cursed by breaking my stuff?”
“Uncle Donald!” the nephews, relieved to see Donald, rushed to hug him. “We thought you were trapped! Y’know, part of the curse and all,” Dewey said. “We couldn’t find you and the gem was glowing, so we ran out of other ideas pretty quick.”
Huey let go first. “Woah, what happened to your jacket?”
Louie backed off. “Better question, what happened to you? You got huge!”
The kids looked Donald over. “What did happen? You’re super strong,” Huey commented. “The Earthshaker weighs more than all of us.”
Donald looked at the massive weapon held easily in his hand before setting it down. “Uh… look, that’s not important right now.”
“How is it not important?” Dewey demanded. “How’d you get so swole? Can I be next?”
“It’s the curse!” Webby gasped. “It must be changing you. It’s the spirit of the Naga King!”
“How is getting super strong a curse, though?” Louie asked. “Wouldn’t that be really handy? Uncle Donald won’t have to ask Beakley to open any jars again.”
“Ah, there ye are!” Scrooge shouted, coming down the stairs. “Soon as I saw the Earthshaker was missing, I figured it had something to do with- Donald!” The older duck’s eyes went wide. “What on earth happened to ye?”
“It’s the curse!” Webby shouted. “It’s already got its insidious claws wrapped around Donald!”
“No!” Donald snapped defensively. Maybe it was the Sheshanaga Gem that made him big, but they didn’t know what he could turn into if he didn’t workout. “There’s no curse. I’ve just… been working out,” he said stiffly, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall.
Scrooge scrutinized his nephew, stepping closer. He prodded Donald’s bicep with his cane. “Ye don’t just go up an entire weight class from one workout, lad. There’s obviously something off here, and the gem is certainly suspect.”
Donald grumbled. He was getting agitated; the kids had gotten a crazy idea into their head and nearly smashed up the one treasure he managed to keep for himself and now Scrooge was poking and prodding him. “Can’t a guy have a goal for himself? I got a workout partner and everything.”
“I’ve never heard ye so much as wanting to lift a dumbbell before today,” Scrooge said. “That’s it, until we figure out what’s going on, hand over the Sheshanaga Gem, I’ll keep it safe in the vault.”
“What? NO! IT’S MINE!” Donald suddenly thundered, balling his fist. Tensing his bulging arm, he slammed it against the wall, punching right through the plaster and splintering a wooden beam. Cracks quickly spread, causing a chunk of drywall to shatter, leaving a hole the size of a small car.
The room was left in shocked silence. The kids stared at Donald, eyes wide and mouths open, while Scrooge glared at him. Waving his cane at Donald, Scrooge snarled, “Ye better be able to pay for that!”
Donald snatched the cane, snapping it in two and throwing it down at Scrooge’s feet. “Aw, Phooey!” he grumbled, storming out through the hole he had just made.
“Wait! Uncle Donald!” the nephews raced after him. “Where are you going?”
“To workout!” Donald snapped back. He muttered darkly to himself as he rounded back towards his houseboat, grabbing a fresh, larger jacket for himself before storming back towards Duckburg. He found his way back to the gym easily enough, and spotting Sailor was even easier; between his outfit and his size, he wasn’t hard to miss.
“Hey! SH!” Donald shouted, waving the panda over. “You wanna work out?”
“Hm? Oh, Donald,” Sailor grinned, his mustache bristling, but then his brow furrowed as Donald got closer. “You seem upset- what’s the matter?”
“Oh, nothing- family stuff.” Donald’s shoulders slumped, looking away. He shouldn’t have broken Scrooge’s cane. Whatever the Sheshanaga was doing to him, however much he was starting to like it, he shouldn’t fight with his family. He glanced back up at Sailor Hunk. “How much stuff do you accidentally break?”
“Oh!” Sailor laughed, catching Donald’s meaning. “Loads of things. Cars, beds, expensive family heirlooms… it happens. But you get used to it. What’d you break?”
“A wall.”
“Ha!” Sailor shook his head. “That will happen, yes. At least you didn’t bring the whole house down, did you? That happened once… I’m still not allowed back in Kyoto.”
Donald grinned. At least someone got it. “My family suddenly thinks I’m ‘too big,’ and I might ‘be cursed by a vengeful spirit,’ or something,” he waved it off. “Eh… maybe they’re right. I haven’t been this strong for very long.”
Sailor nodded, then clapped Donald on the back. “I think I know of something better than a workout- hero work!”
“What?” Donald looked Sailor up and down. “You’re a superhero?”
The panda gestured to himself. “Well, built like this, in this outfit, it’s either superhero work or… jobs not brought up in polite company. I’m on the trail of the Beagle Boys gang. Do you think you could help?”
Donald’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Oh, them? Psht.” He palmed his fist, grinning wider. Punching some villains would make him feel better. “Between the two of us, they won’t know what hit them!”
“Oh, great! I think it’ll be just what you need.”
Donald led Sailor Hunk to the Beagle Boys’ junkyard, on the edge of Duckburg’s city limits. “Why’re you after the Beagle Boys, anyways?”
“Oh, well, they’re villains, right? While I’m in town, I’ve been hearing all kinds of reports of stolen items, and I should do my part to help out. It’s superhero professional courtesy,” Sailor Hunk explained.
They were on the outskirts of the junkyard, the two of them slipping past the maingate- unfortunately, neither of them were built for stealth, and Bigtime Beagle, the diminutive Beagle brother, spotted them instantly from his perch on top of a busted up car.
“What the-? Hey! Someone tell Ma, we got trespassers!” he shouted. Leaping from the car, Bigtime was joined by his lanky brother Burger, and his huge, musclebound brother Bouncer.
“And what’re you supposed to be? Ma hasn’t wanted a performer like you since her last birthday,” Bigtime shouted at Sailor Hunk.
“And you, Duck!” Bouncer chuckled darkly, tensing his powerful arms. “You been workin’ out? Ain’t that cute.”
Sailor Hunk stepped forward, striking a pose as he puffed up his huge chest. “It’s Cardio Time!”
The Beagle Boys blinked. “What? That’s yer catchphrase?”
Sailor Hunk frowned. ”Okay, first, it sounds better in Japanese, and second, there’s usually something exploding behind me.” He then held up his fists, bouncing on his powerful legs before charging for Bouncer.
Burger and Bigtime focused on Donald; the burly duck easily dodged Burger’s first strike, but as he fought, something sparkly caught Bigtime’s eye. Sidestepping Donald’s hit, Bigtime picked the duck’s pocket, grabbing the Sheshanaga.
“Woo-ee!” the beagle gasped, hugging the ruby snake close to his heart. “Lookit this beauty! Wait’ll Ma sees this!”
Donald was seeing red. Snarling, he stomped towards Bigtime. “Give. THAT. BACK!” he roared, chasing after the Beagle Boy. Bigtime yelped, diving back into the broken down car he had been lounging in and rolling up the window behind him.
The duck rolled his powerful shoulders- he could probably just tear off the door, but he had a better idea. Swatting Burger away with one hit, he crouched down, his hands digging under the car’s axle. Anger, adrenaline, and magical energy surging through his veins, a change came over Donald. As he threw all his strength into pulling the car up, his arms surged in size, biceps swelling up like melons. His back flared out, his shoulders threatened to burst his jacket, and his chest inflated. His legs staggered for a moment, before even they were bolstered by thicker muscle. With one clean jerk of his arms, he pulled the car up, shaking it violently until Bigtime came tumbling out like the last chip in the bag. The newly embiggened Donald caught the dog with his free hand, letting the car drop.
“Give it.”
“Y-yes, sir,” Bigtime gulped, timidly handing the gem over.
Donald looked back, and Sailor Hunk had made quick work of Bouncer and Burger. The panda caught Donald’s look, then smiled. “There, you see? You’re a natural!”
The duck nodded, smirking at the Beagle Boy still in his hand. “You know what? I think you might be right.” He flexed his arm, his swollen bicep nearly bursting through his jacket. If he dreamt about that red snake again, he might just have to thank it- this “curse” might just be the best thing that had happened to Donald Duck in a long time.
We've reached our first goal for muscle, but we still need your help to get Donald swole! Check the rules and story below!
Art © rockytheprocy
Story © c'est moi
Sailor © cedricbrowning
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GROWTH DRIVE RULES
-This Growth Drive is actually TWO drives in one! We’ll do two separate series, one in which Donald goes through Weight Gain and one which Donald goes through Muscle Growth
-To donate to make Donald big, donate here!: https://forms.gle/pZriXqt8RGcp5RtG6
$1 = 1 Pound for Muscle OR Fat. Multiple donations are welcome, but you will need to fill in the form each time. Please make sure to clarify where your donation is going!
-We will have five pictures in each series, based on five separate goals: $100, $250, $450, $700, and $1000
-The top donor for each round, in each series, will get a cameo in the story by me and in the round’s picture done by Brock. We’ll be sure to contact each pair of winners for each round as soon as donations close!
-Donations for MUSCLE are open now, and this round will stay open until July 25th, 11:59 PM EST. Donations given after the round’s end date will be counted towards the next round.
- As always, thanks for your support!
The Sunchaser touched down in Duckburg, the McDuck family grateful to be back on solid ground. As they drove back to Scrooge’s mansion, Donald was left cradling the ruby half of the Sheshanaga Gem, staring at it with a furrowed brow; it had started to visibly glow.
“Oh yeah,” Louie commented as the family filed inside the mansion. “That thing is definitely cursed. Tough break, Uncle Donald.”
The duck looked up at his nephew, eyes narrowing. “Thanks,” Donald hissed.
“But what kind of curse?” Webby pondered out loud. “That’s what we need to figure out. Maybe it’s some sort of zombie disease. Oh! Oh! Or maybe like the Pharaoh’s curse. Quick, does anyone see a plague of locusts? Or a flood?”
“Thank you, Webigail,” Scrooge said, tapping his cane against the floor with a note of finality. “That’s enough speculating for now until we have better answers.” He glanced over to Donald, whose eye had begun twitching. “No need to jump to conclusions.”
“Webby and I will start researching the Naga culture and see what kind of mystics and artifacts they had,” Huey offered. “Dewey can start searching for any counter curses, and Louie…” he glanced over at his green-clad brother. “Louie can stand guard while you rest, Uncle Donald.”
“I mean, I can do that,” Louie said, already lounging on the couch. “If by ‘stand guard’ you mean ‘watch the Ottoman Empire marathon with a can of Pep.’”
Donald scoffed, glancing down at the gem. “Boys, I don’t want you too close to this thing.” He yawned. “I just… really need some sleep.”
“We all do,” Scrooge said firmly. “We’ll have a spot of dinner, but then I want everyone to get some shut-eye. If we’ve got a curse to crack, we best be well-rested for it.” He shooed the children out of the foyer. He then turned to Donald, sighing sympathetically. “I’m sorry, lad. Your first big prize in years, and it breaks in half. It’s rotten luck, it is.”
“It’s the only luck I get,” Donald grumbled. “But sleep sounds really good right now…” he added, shuffling his way to his houseboat floating in Scrooge’s pool. He placed the faintly glowing statue on his kitchen table, and then threw himself in bed, falling asleep within a minute.
Donald was surrounded by impenetrable darkness. A light shone down, illuminating a spot directly in front of him; Donald was faced with an enormously fat duck, his huge belly spilling across the floor. Flabby arms were wrapped tightly around multiple bags of fast food, as a greedy hand grabbed one burger after another, shovelling it into a fat, hungry maw while wiping off sauce and grease on a sailor’s jacket.
Cringing softly, Donald hardly recognized his own face stretched and rounded out, were it not for the sailor suit encasing this mountain of flab. “Wha- wait, is that me?”
“It could be,” another voice said, making the duck jump. Next to him was a red serpent, resting on its coiled scales.
“But, how? I’m not a health nut, but I’d never want to end up like that.”
“It is one path, and one closer to you than you think. It’s perilously close, in fact.” The serpent turned to face Donald, its shimmering blue eyes boring into the duck. “Do you wish to avoid it?”
“Well, yeah! Who would want to look like that?” Donald sputtered.
“Then there is one choice before you, otherwise you will give into hedonism and debauchery.”
Donald narrowed his eyes as he looked the snake over; it looked immediately familiar. “Is this something to do with the curse?”
The snake’s face betrayed no emotion. “Precisely. Breaking the gem has released two spirits, one that wishes to destroy you, and me. I am the noble half of the Sheshanaga, and if you want to avoid falling to sloth and gluttony, you must do as I say.”
Donald glanced back at his fatter self, a shiver going down his spine. Could that version of him even walk anymore? “Alright, well… what do I have to do?”
“You must train yourself. Constant discipline, hard work, and diligence. Make your body a fortress, shield yourself with strength, and you will be safe,” the serpent responded.
“What, you mean… work out?” Donald asked.
“Your words, not mine,” the ruby snake hissed, just as it disappeared, then the fat version of Donald, and then the dream ended.
“Uncle Donald! Uncle Donald!” Dewey burst into his uncle’s houseboat the following morning, waving a piece of paper in his hand. “You won’t believe what we found. Webby and I were up all night looking up information on the Sheshanaga, and there’s a legend about the king’s soul trapped inside waiting for…” the younger duck trailed off, craning his neck as he looked around the seemingly empty houseboat. “Uncle Donald?”
Webby followed after. “Is he missing?” She glanced over at the glowing ruby snake on the table, then gasped. “What if the Sheshanaga has sucked him in, trapping him in some kind of crystal prison?”
“...Or, or. Maybe he just got up early for breakfast?” Dewey responded, already heading back towards the mansion.
“Well… maybe, but I want to call that Hypothesis B,” Webby replied, looking back at the Sheshanaga before following Dewey. “If he’s not at breakfast, we’re gonna crack that gem open like an egg!”
Donald felt sore across his entire body, groaning as sunlight forced him to screw his eyes shut. “Oh, my head…” he groaned, clutching his temples. Where was he, again…?
“Oh, you’re awake! Hello again,” a new, deep voice announced. “I was wondering if I had lost my new workout partner, heh.”
Donald opened his eyes. He was sprawled out on a park bench, just across the street from a gym. He was cast in the shadow of one of the most oddly dressed people he had ever met- nevermind one of the biggest. A panda large enough to blot out the sun loomed over him; a mountain of muscle with a chin that could cut glass and a large, well-groomed mustache. He was also wearing very little; skin-tight shorts straddled his trunk-like thighs, with straps ready to burst over his swollen arms and a sailor’s mantle draped over tectonic shoulders.
“Wah!” Donald leapt from his seat. “Who are you?”
The hulking panda looked hurt. “You don’t remember? We just spent all night together, on the workout of a lifetime! I even said you were looking great. Definitely one of the strongest ducks I’ve seen since I arrived in town.”
“I- what?” Donald looked down at his body. His sailor’s jacket had lost its sleeves, supposedly torn off as his arms had thickened to twice their size. An experimental poke found hardy muscle bulging just under his white plumage. His shoulders and chest had broadened as well, straining his clothes. “Wah! When did this happen?” He ran a hand over his head, starting to breathe heavily, his chest puffing up, seriously threatening the buttons of his jacket.
Furrowing his brow, the panda placed a hand on Donald’s shoulder. “Maybe some breakfast first, hm? I think you need some food in you, after all the work we went through.”
Donald and his large acquaintance moved to a coffeehouse, a few pastries between them as the panda squatted down on a chair that was comically too small for his immense frame- Donald was amazed it didn’t snap in two.
“So… you don’t remember anything from last night?” the panda asked.
“No!” Donald replied. “I went to bed early, then woke up on the bench.” He glanced up at his huge companion. “What exactly happened?”
“Oh!” the panda shrugged his rolling shoulders. “You came into the gym around nine or so, and you looked like you meant business. We were the only two in the weight room- I, uh, tend to take up a lot of space…” he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “And you didn’t seem terribly intimidated by my size, so we got along great. You didn’t say… well, anything, really. But I spotted for you, I helped you with your form, and we seemed to do some great work. Then you walked right out and passed out on the bench around dawn.”
Donald’s heart was pounding, his mind racing. He had sleep-walked all his way to a gym, worked out for ten hours, and had somehow gained several dozen pounds of muscle in that same amount of time. The red snake in his dream told him to workout, but this was too much. Was the Sheshanaga Gem controlling him?
“I, uh, might need to get back home,” Donald finally said.
“Oh.” The panda seemed disappointed, but nodded. “Alright. Do you need any help?”
Donald checked his jacket for his phone, then waved the panda off. “Ah, don’t worry. Thanks again for breakfast.”
“Might I see you back at the gym?” the large bear asked. “It’s only, I don’t know anyone else that can keep up with me.”
“Uh…” Donald’s mind was in a dozen different places, but he shrugged. “Yeah, sure. ...What was your name again?”
“Oh…” the panda looked embarrassed. “I’m known as the Sailor Hunk. Just call me SH.”
Donald arched his brow but offered his hand. “Donald, Donald Duck.” Even though Sailor dwarfed him, the duck didn’t flinch as that huge mitt smothered his hand. He managed a small grin; he was nice, to be sure, and for impossibly huge, musclebound characters in flamboyant costumes, he could think of people he had far less patience for, like Storkules. Maybe he wouldn’t mind working out with him more. Now that the shock had passed, all this new muscle was a welcome sight- he couldn’t turn into that blob in his dream if he was buff, after all. But first, he had to get home.
As soon as he reached home, Donald cupped his hands over his beak. “Boys! I’m home!”
“...Alright, everybody ready?” Donald heard Webby’s voice from the parlor. His eyes went wide as he poked his head inside. The Sheshanaga Gem had been placed in the center of the room, and Huey and Dewey were straining under the weight of a massive warhammer of solid gold, holding it over the gem.
“We’ve tried using a regular hammer, dynamite, and a chainsaw to crack this baby open,” Webby began, building herself up to a monologue. “Only the mystical warhammer of Gromgar the Earthshaker has a chance of shattering the Sheshanaga Gem and freeing your uncle!”
Donald’s heart skipped a beat. If the gem was shattered, not only could the kids get hurt, but what would happen to his new muscles? “What’s the big idea?” Donald shouted, rushing in as he grabbed the warhammer, yanking it away from his nephews with one hand and pulling the gem away with another. “Do you want to get cursed by breaking my stuff?”
“Uncle Donald!” the nephews, relieved to see Donald, rushed to hug him. “We thought you were trapped! Y’know, part of the curse and all,” Dewey said. “We couldn’t find you and the gem was glowing, so we ran out of other ideas pretty quick.”
Huey let go first. “Woah, what happened to your jacket?”
Louie backed off. “Better question, what happened to you? You got huge!”
The kids looked Donald over. “What did happen? You’re super strong,” Huey commented. “The Earthshaker weighs more than all of us.”
Donald looked at the massive weapon held easily in his hand before setting it down. “Uh… look, that’s not important right now.”
“How is it not important?” Dewey demanded. “How’d you get so swole? Can I be next?”
“It’s the curse!” Webby gasped. “It must be changing you. It’s the spirit of the Naga King!”
“How is getting super strong a curse, though?” Louie asked. “Wouldn’t that be really handy? Uncle Donald won’t have to ask Beakley to open any jars again.”
“Ah, there ye are!” Scrooge shouted, coming down the stairs. “Soon as I saw the Earthshaker was missing, I figured it had something to do with- Donald!” The older duck’s eyes went wide. “What on earth happened to ye?”
“It’s the curse!” Webby shouted. “It’s already got its insidious claws wrapped around Donald!”
“No!” Donald snapped defensively. Maybe it was the Sheshanaga Gem that made him big, but they didn’t know what he could turn into if he didn’t workout. “There’s no curse. I’ve just… been working out,” he said stiffly, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall.
Scrooge scrutinized his nephew, stepping closer. He prodded Donald’s bicep with his cane. “Ye don’t just go up an entire weight class from one workout, lad. There’s obviously something off here, and the gem is certainly suspect.”
Donald grumbled. He was getting agitated; the kids had gotten a crazy idea into their head and nearly smashed up the one treasure he managed to keep for himself and now Scrooge was poking and prodding him. “Can’t a guy have a goal for himself? I got a workout partner and everything.”
“I’ve never heard ye so much as wanting to lift a dumbbell before today,” Scrooge said. “That’s it, until we figure out what’s going on, hand over the Sheshanaga Gem, I’ll keep it safe in the vault.”
“What? NO! IT’S MINE!” Donald suddenly thundered, balling his fist. Tensing his bulging arm, he slammed it against the wall, punching right through the plaster and splintering a wooden beam. Cracks quickly spread, causing a chunk of drywall to shatter, leaving a hole the size of a small car.
The room was left in shocked silence. The kids stared at Donald, eyes wide and mouths open, while Scrooge glared at him. Waving his cane at Donald, Scrooge snarled, “Ye better be able to pay for that!”
Donald snatched the cane, snapping it in two and throwing it down at Scrooge’s feet. “Aw, Phooey!” he grumbled, storming out through the hole he had just made.
“Wait! Uncle Donald!” the nephews raced after him. “Where are you going?”
“To workout!” Donald snapped back. He muttered darkly to himself as he rounded back towards his houseboat, grabbing a fresh, larger jacket for himself before storming back towards Duckburg. He found his way back to the gym easily enough, and spotting Sailor was even easier; between his outfit and his size, he wasn’t hard to miss.
“Hey! SH!” Donald shouted, waving the panda over. “You wanna work out?”
“Hm? Oh, Donald,” Sailor grinned, his mustache bristling, but then his brow furrowed as Donald got closer. “You seem upset- what’s the matter?”
“Oh, nothing- family stuff.” Donald’s shoulders slumped, looking away. He shouldn’t have broken Scrooge’s cane. Whatever the Sheshanaga was doing to him, however much he was starting to like it, he shouldn’t fight with his family. He glanced back up at Sailor Hunk. “How much stuff do you accidentally break?”
“Oh!” Sailor laughed, catching Donald’s meaning. “Loads of things. Cars, beds, expensive family heirlooms… it happens. But you get used to it. What’d you break?”
“A wall.”
“Ha!” Sailor shook his head. “That will happen, yes. At least you didn’t bring the whole house down, did you? That happened once… I’m still not allowed back in Kyoto.”
Donald grinned. At least someone got it. “My family suddenly thinks I’m ‘too big,’ and I might ‘be cursed by a vengeful spirit,’ or something,” he waved it off. “Eh… maybe they’re right. I haven’t been this strong for very long.”
Sailor nodded, then clapped Donald on the back. “I think I know of something better than a workout- hero work!”
“What?” Donald looked Sailor up and down. “You’re a superhero?”
The panda gestured to himself. “Well, built like this, in this outfit, it’s either superhero work or… jobs not brought up in polite company. I’m on the trail of the Beagle Boys gang. Do you think you could help?”
Donald’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Oh, them? Psht.” He palmed his fist, grinning wider. Punching some villains would make him feel better. “Between the two of us, they won’t know what hit them!”
“Oh, great! I think it’ll be just what you need.”
Donald led Sailor Hunk to the Beagle Boys’ junkyard, on the edge of Duckburg’s city limits. “Why’re you after the Beagle Boys, anyways?”
“Oh, well, they’re villains, right? While I’m in town, I’ve been hearing all kinds of reports of stolen items, and I should do my part to help out. It’s superhero professional courtesy,” Sailor Hunk explained.
They were on the outskirts of the junkyard, the two of them slipping past the maingate- unfortunately, neither of them were built for stealth, and Bigtime Beagle, the diminutive Beagle brother, spotted them instantly from his perch on top of a busted up car.
“What the-? Hey! Someone tell Ma, we got trespassers!” he shouted. Leaping from the car, Bigtime was joined by his lanky brother Burger, and his huge, musclebound brother Bouncer.
“And what’re you supposed to be? Ma hasn’t wanted a performer like you since her last birthday,” Bigtime shouted at Sailor Hunk.
“And you, Duck!” Bouncer chuckled darkly, tensing his powerful arms. “You been workin’ out? Ain’t that cute.”
Sailor Hunk stepped forward, striking a pose as he puffed up his huge chest. “It’s Cardio Time!”
The Beagle Boys blinked. “What? That’s yer catchphrase?”
Sailor Hunk frowned. ”Okay, first, it sounds better in Japanese, and second, there’s usually something exploding behind me.” He then held up his fists, bouncing on his powerful legs before charging for Bouncer.
Burger and Bigtime focused on Donald; the burly duck easily dodged Burger’s first strike, but as he fought, something sparkly caught Bigtime’s eye. Sidestepping Donald’s hit, Bigtime picked the duck’s pocket, grabbing the Sheshanaga.
“Woo-ee!” the beagle gasped, hugging the ruby snake close to his heart. “Lookit this beauty! Wait’ll Ma sees this!”
Donald was seeing red. Snarling, he stomped towards Bigtime. “Give. THAT. BACK!” he roared, chasing after the Beagle Boy. Bigtime yelped, diving back into the broken down car he had been lounging in and rolling up the window behind him.
The duck rolled his powerful shoulders- he could probably just tear off the door, but he had a better idea. Swatting Burger away with one hit, he crouched down, his hands digging under the car’s axle. Anger, adrenaline, and magical energy surging through his veins, a change came over Donald. As he threw all his strength into pulling the car up, his arms surged in size, biceps swelling up like melons. His back flared out, his shoulders threatened to burst his jacket, and his chest inflated. His legs staggered for a moment, before even they were bolstered by thicker muscle. With one clean jerk of his arms, he pulled the car up, shaking it violently until Bigtime came tumbling out like the last chip in the bag. The newly embiggened Donald caught the dog with his free hand, letting the car drop.
“Give it.”
“Y-yes, sir,” Bigtime gulped, timidly handing the gem over.
Donald looked back, and Sailor Hunk had made quick work of Bouncer and Burger. The panda caught Donald’s look, then smiled. “There, you see? You’re a natural!”
The duck nodded, smirking at the Beagle Boy still in his hand. “You know what? I think you might be right.” He flexed his arm, his swollen bicep nearly bursting through his jacket. If he dreamt about that red snake again, he might just have to thank it- this “curse” might just be the best thing that had happened to Donald Duck in a long time.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Muscle
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 840 x 700px
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