"Why are we here again? We have a gym closer to home!" Hund grouchily asked Ty, an energetic golden retriever who was beaming a smile reminiscent of a kid being at Disneyland for the first time.
"This isn't any ordinary beach! Do you know where we are?!" Ty asked giddily.
"Hot Iron Beach?" Hund asked sarcastically as he saw the sun baked gym equipment scatter everywhere. This didn't seem to dampen Ty's spirit, though.
"Muscle Beach!" Ty yelled. Hund just sighed. During their walk along the boardwalk, Ty repeatedly regaled his enthusiasm to visit the legendary Muscle Beach: the proving grounds for any avid fitness fanatic. Everyday lifters and flexer from around the world traveled there to demonstrate their tremendous strength and magnificent muscles to a larger swath of the health-obsessed world. All around them were large muscular workout enthusiasts proudly showing off their bodies either through gymnastic routines on various bars all across the grounds or by lifting ludicrous amounts of weights.
Physically and mentally, Ty was ready to perform today. The muscle-bound retriever wore only a grey jammer with a red stripe along the side, a piece of clothing that clung to Ty's bulging well-defined quads and glutes like a second skin. He didn't bother bringing a shirt; he wanted to really allow the passing audience to catch a glimpse of his broad, sculpted shoulders, meaty arms, and rippling abdominal muscles. Hund was starkly different from Ty. He wore a more conservative pair of black dry-fit tights that hugged along his thick legs. Unlike Ty, who was going shirtless for vanity, Hund was shirtless out of necessity. Off the husky's luscious brown and white coat, sweat was beading off his tanky torso. Hund didn't have the classic bodybuilder physique Ty did but still looked equally strong. Every muscle from his rounded pectorals to his monstrous arms was padded by a layer of pudge, giving Hund intimidating size but no vascularity. The most padded section of Hund's body was his prodigious round belly, which formed one large bump from Hund's torso compared to the several smaller bulges of Ty's abs. Ty stood tall and fresh ready to get out a good workout; Hund was already slumping over, the summer heat draining his energy.
"Alright! Where do we want to go first?" Ty asked as his head darted around at all the possible exercises he could perform.
Hund looked at the various gym equipment with a bit of disdain. They had far fewer free weights than he'd like, and he knew he wasn't flexible enough to do any of the flips and tricks people built like Ty were doing. "Bench," Hund said, pointing at a dusty-looking black bench with a barbell racked above it.
"Alright, lets' get pumped!" Ty yelled as he dragged the lumbering husky.
"I thought you could lift more than that!" Ty jeered. He was standing over Hund with his hands cupped below the barbell the husky was carrying. Hund practically had most of the barbell's free ends loaded with plates, but Ty was observant and knew Hund was a couple plates short of his usual.
"I'm not feeling it." Hund huffed as he racked the barbell onto the rack.
"Isn't working out like your favorite thing?" Ty asked curiously.
"Yeah, in a nice cool air-conditioned gym!" Hund said bluntly.
"Oh, is that winter coat too hot for the beach?" Ty asked as he ruffled his hand through the fluffy fur on Hund's arm. "Why don't you go over to the water and cool off a bit before coming back?"
"I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere," Hund grumbled.
"Alright then, why don't you go to the dark side of that tree? There's ice cream." Ty tempted as he gestured to an ice cream cart with a large parasol umbrella positioned under the shade of a palm tree.
Hund licked his lips. "Fine, but I'll be back." The husky took his leave, plodding over to an increasingly scared ice cream vendor.
Ty shook his head and smiled to himself. Hund could be quite the handful sometimes, but there was something laughable about what Hund said, like Ty heard Hund's words from elsewhere. Maybe the heat was getting to him too… Ty shook his head and refocused.
"Since it's just me, I guess I can really start going all out!" Ty said as he eyed the gymnastics equipment. Ty placed himself in front of a set of parallel bars. As he clasped his powdered hands together, something hulking and orange bumped him to the side.
"What the hell?" Ty yelled out as he almost lost his footing. Ty turned his head to find his provocateur. Standing next to him was a male tiger with roughly the same height and build as Ty: bulky yet sleek and imposing. The tiger was more covered than Ty, wearing floral beach shorts, a black stringer tank top, and flashy sunglasses.
"Watch it, bro!" The tiger yelled at Ty.
"What are YOU talking about? I was here first!" Ty rebutted.
"Pfft, as if. I've been coming here all summer. I haven't seen you around." The tiger said.
Ty sighed to himself. "And what's your name?"
"You don't need to know; all you need to know is to get out of my way." The tiger said menacingly.
Ty restrained himself. He has dealt with his fair share of douchebags at the gym back home, but he wasn't expecting to be confronted within the first hour here. Without saying another word, Ty grabbed his gym bag and moved to another side of the exercise grounds; he couldn't risk confronting this jerk Ty style and getting banned.
Ty dangled from the pullup bar, swinging his body forwards and back like a pendulum. Once he felt the momentum was behind him, Ty released one of his hands, flinging himself to the upper part of the bar. Ty engaged the muscles in his core and legs. Every fiber rippled into contraction as he steadied himself into a one-armed handstand. Once his body stilled, Ty began to spread his legs apart in the air, performing what looked like an upside-down split. After several seconds holding the pose, Ty drew his legs in and landed without stumbling. From behind him, he heard a small crowd applauded.
It's been at least 2 hours since Ty's encounter with the tiger. Since then, Ty's experience of muscle beach had improved dramatically. Many of the other exercisers were more amicable, Ty quickly made friends with his fellow muscle heads there that day. Between workout stories, Ty was giving himself a whole-body workout through various gymnastic feats. Although he is typically a lifter, he enjoyed the practical benefits and theatrics of gymnastics. They tied well to one of his true passions, wrestling.
The tiger, meanwhile, glared across the workout floor at Ty. While Ty was performing, the tiger was pulling his own stunts on the bar. Instead of a round of applause, all he got was silence or a dirty glare from those he previously booted. Why wasn't he getting noticed? Muscle Beach was for the strong, so why wasn't his domineering being rewarded? His reputation did keep his wait times short, but he didn't get the same sort of admiration Ty was getting. Wishing to give Ty a piece of his mind, the tiger stomped over to Ty, standing next to a small blue dog.
"What are you doing stalling on that pullup bar?!" The tiger accused. Ty tilted his head.
"Stalling? I'm coaching." Ty said as he guided his trainee through the motions of a pullup. The mutt with his pencil-thin arms groaned as he raised himself inch by inch. With a bit of a shove from Ty, the dog tapped the tip of his chin against the bar. "One!" the dog yelled. Again, Ty's makeshift fan club cheered the small blue dog. As Dawkins landed to the ground, Ty raised out a hand to the dog. "Nice work Dawkins!" Ty exclaimed. Dawkins cheerfully raised one of his hands to receive the high five, then rubbed the soreness out of the sides of his arms.
"A pipsqueak like this isn't meant to be here!" the tiger yelled.
"Well, where is he supposed to go?" Ty asked. Suddenly, a low growl erupted between Ty and the tiger. The tiger gave a sinister grin and grabbed hold of the cerulean pooch. Dawkins was yanked forwards, wrapped in the tiger's firm grasp. With his head pressed against the tiger's striped abdominals, the tiger answered Ty's question. "He can go in here."
The tiger then lunged his head forward, wrapping Dawkins head with his jaws. Before the tiger could perform a second gulp, the tiger felt himself knock off his feet. Ty leaped out, tackling the tiger to the ground. "Most people are mad when you try to eat their friends. I'm not. I'm actually happy you did that because now I have an excuse to do this." With his fist balled, Ty brought a punch down onto the tiger's head. Now dazed, the tiger didn't struggle under Ty's weight.
"Anything you want to say?"
"You're a heavy fuck aren't you?" The tiger spat. Suddenly another growl erupted. This time Ty put a hand along his defined stomach. "You know, I love a good core workout. You were a prick earlier, but maybe you can be helpful to me now."
"Then do it, unless you are too much of a blondie to think of try-"The tiger fired back but was interrupted by Ty's jaws lunging over the tiger's head. Ty's mouth began to water heavily. Despite his lean physique, eating big was a dirty secret he enjoyed indulging, and revenge eating was his favorite. The tiger, meanwhile, began to panic. He tried using his strong arms to pry Ty off, but Ty was already thinking ahead. As he leaped off the tiger's body, he grasped both sides of the tiger like a subway sandwich. Now on his feet with gravity on his side, Ty tilted his head up and allowed gravity to assist in his swallowing. Ty didn't savor the taste: being able to stomach this scourge of the beach was sweet enough. With one final swift swallow, Ty's ab-lined stomach surged forwards into a lumpy ball that sagged past his waist. As his belly bounced and settled, Ty let out a gasp to catch his breath. Ty looked back at his audience,when a pair of blue hands pressed into Ty's heavy squirming middle. Ty's jaws burst open, releasing a belch that had the crowd up roaring.
“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!
Hund didn't threaten the ice cream cart owner; he simply ran off after Hund approached him. Now Hund was dutifully ensuring the icy desserts weren't going to waste. Hund tossed his sixteenth ice cream cone into his mouth. With a swift swallow, the cold treat traveled down to join the bubbling cauldron that was his belly. Looking over to the gym equipment, Hund made out Ty in the middle of a large crowd surrounding him. "Such a showoff," the ever-grumpy husky said. Meanwhile, Ty was on the parallel bars performing handstand pushups. As the retriever triceps bent more and more parallel to the ground, Ty gulped hard, sending a striped tail back to his bulging stomach despite working against gravity.
"Give up?!" Ty boomed.
"Lemme out!" The tiger yelled in response though it was muffled to everyone who wasn't Ty.
"Guess we are doing one-armed pushups next!" Ty yelled, eliciting a cheer from the crowd.
A gray palm placed itself onto Hund's bloated white belly. It belonged to a female raccoon who wore a blue bikini well. It revealed both the curvaceousness of her chest and hips and the strength of her arms, torso, and legs. The raccoon also sported a slight belly that pressed out her own abdominal muscles. With her other hand, she was taking scoops of ice cream from a sundae that looked like it could feed two people.
"Have you cooled down yet?" Tanu asked as she pressed her hand into Hund's bubbling stomach.
"A little," Hund replied, still glancing at Ty.
"Don't worry, when we wrap up, we'll stick you inside Pan's freezer for as long as you want," Tanu said, giving his furry head a rub. Hund growled, enjoying the rub but also attempting to stay menacing. "Though maybe we should take you out more often to acclimate you to the weather."
"You can do whatever you want to me as long as you remember to get me ice cream and rubs," Hund said as Tanu transitioned into rubbing his belly. Just when it seemed Hund was getting TOO comfortable with the rubs, he heard a voice calling out his name. "Great, I guess Ty needs me for something." He grumbled.
"Better take care of it; I'll take care of the rest of these treats while you're gone." She teased as she licked vanilla ice cream off her lips.
"Better save some for me!"
"If you're fast enough."
Hund plodded back to the workout area with a huff, his day at muscle beach being FAR from over.
Thanks again to Rifykoh for making this debut picture of Ty acting as a pred! I really enjoyed their style of vore and drawing muscular characters so it was such an honor seeing both those qualities combined into this piece. Stay tuned for part 2 and more Ty shenanigans! We're really going to stress test those abs now!
"This isn't any ordinary beach! Do you know where we are?!" Ty asked giddily.
"Hot Iron Beach?" Hund asked sarcastically as he saw the sun baked gym equipment scatter everywhere. This didn't seem to dampen Ty's spirit, though.
"Muscle Beach!" Ty yelled. Hund just sighed. During their walk along the boardwalk, Ty repeatedly regaled his enthusiasm to visit the legendary Muscle Beach: the proving grounds for any avid fitness fanatic. Everyday lifters and flexer from around the world traveled there to demonstrate their tremendous strength and magnificent muscles to a larger swath of the health-obsessed world. All around them were large muscular workout enthusiasts proudly showing off their bodies either through gymnastic routines on various bars all across the grounds or by lifting ludicrous amounts of weights.
Physically and mentally, Ty was ready to perform today. The muscle-bound retriever wore only a grey jammer with a red stripe along the side, a piece of clothing that clung to Ty's bulging well-defined quads and glutes like a second skin. He didn't bother bringing a shirt; he wanted to really allow the passing audience to catch a glimpse of his broad, sculpted shoulders, meaty arms, and rippling abdominal muscles. Hund was starkly different from Ty. He wore a more conservative pair of black dry-fit tights that hugged along his thick legs. Unlike Ty, who was going shirtless for vanity, Hund was shirtless out of necessity. Off the husky's luscious brown and white coat, sweat was beading off his tanky torso. Hund didn't have the classic bodybuilder physique Ty did but still looked equally strong. Every muscle from his rounded pectorals to his monstrous arms was padded by a layer of pudge, giving Hund intimidating size but no vascularity. The most padded section of Hund's body was his prodigious round belly, which formed one large bump from Hund's torso compared to the several smaller bulges of Ty's abs. Ty stood tall and fresh ready to get out a good workout; Hund was already slumping over, the summer heat draining his energy.
"Alright! Where do we want to go first?" Ty asked as his head darted around at all the possible exercises he could perform.
Hund looked at the various gym equipment with a bit of disdain. They had far fewer free weights than he'd like, and he knew he wasn't flexible enough to do any of the flips and tricks people built like Ty were doing. "Bench," Hund said, pointing at a dusty-looking black bench with a barbell racked above it.
"Alright, lets' get pumped!" Ty yelled as he dragged the lumbering husky.
"I thought you could lift more than that!" Ty jeered. He was standing over Hund with his hands cupped below the barbell the husky was carrying. Hund practically had most of the barbell's free ends loaded with plates, but Ty was observant and knew Hund was a couple plates short of his usual.
"I'm not feeling it." Hund huffed as he racked the barbell onto the rack.
"Isn't working out like your favorite thing?" Ty asked curiously.
"Yeah, in a nice cool air-conditioned gym!" Hund said bluntly.
"Oh, is that winter coat too hot for the beach?" Ty asked as he ruffled his hand through the fluffy fur on Hund's arm. "Why don't you go over to the water and cool off a bit before coming back?"
"I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere," Hund grumbled.
"Alright then, why don't you go to the dark side of that tree? There's ice cream." Ty tempted as he gestured to an ice cream cart with a large parasol umbrella positioned under the shade of a palm tree.
Hund licked his lips. "Fine, but I'll be back." The husky took his leave, plodding over to an increasingly scared ice cream vendor.
Ty shook his head and smiled to himself. Hund could be quite the handful sometimes, but there was something laughable about what Hund said, like Ty heard Hund's words from elsewhere. Maybe the heat was getting to him too… Ty shook his head and refocused.
"Since it's just me, I guess I can really start going all out!" Ty said as he eyed the gymnastics equipment. Ty placed himself in front of a set of parallel bars. As he clasped his powdered hands together, something hulking and orange bumped him to the side.
"What the hell?" Ty yelled out as he almost lost his footing. Ty turned his head to find his provocateur. Standing next to him was a male tiger with roughly the same height and build as Ty: bulky yet sleek and imposing. The tiger was more covered than Ty, wearing floral beach shorts, a black stringer tank top, and flashy sunglasses.
"Watch it, bro!" The tiger yelled at Ty.
"What are YOU talking about? I was here first!" Ty rebutted.
"Pfft, as if. I've been coming here all summer. I haven't seen you around." The tiger said.
Ty sighed to himself. "And what's your name?"
"You don't need to know; all you need to know is to get out of my way." The tiger said menacingly.
Ty restrained himself. He has dealt with his fair share of douchebags at the gym back home, but he wasn't expecting to be confronted within the first hour here. Without saying another word, Ty grabbed his gym bag and moved to another side of the exercise grounds; he couldn't risk confronting this jerk Ty style and getting banned.
Ty dangled from the pullup bar, swinging his body forwards and back like a pendulum. Once he felt the momentum was behind him, Ty released one of his hands, flinging himself to the upper part of the bar. Ty engaged the muscles in his core and legs. Every fiber rippled into contraction as he steadied himself into a one-armed handstand. Once his body stilled, Ty began to spread his legs apart in the air, performing what looked like an upside-down split. After several seconds holding the pose, Ty drew his legs in and landed without stumbling. From behind him, he heard a small crowd applauded.
It's been at least 2 hours since Ty's encounter with the tiger. Since then, Ty's experience of muscle beach had improved dramatically. Many of the other exercisers were more amicable, Ty quickly made friends with his fellow muscle heads there that day. Between workout stories, Ty was giving himself a whole-body workout through various gymnastic feats. Although he is typically a lifter, he enjoyed the practical benefits and theatrics of gymnastics. They tied well to one of his true passions, wrestling.
The tiger, meanwhile, glared across the workout floor at Ty. While Ty was performing, the tiger was pulling his own stunts on the bar. Instead of a round of applause, all he got was silence or a dirty glare from those he previously booted. Why wasn't he getting noticed? Muscle Beach was for the strong, so why wasn't his domineering being rewarded? His reputation did keep his wait times short, but he didn't get the same sort of admiration Ty was getting. Wishing to give Ty a piece of his mind, the tiger stomped over to Ty, standing next to a small blue dog.
"What are you doing stalling on that pullup bar?!" The tiger accused. Ty tilted his head.
"Stalling? I'm coaching." Ty said as he guided his trainee through the motions of a pullup. The mutt with his pencil-thin arms groaned as he raised himself inch by inch. With a bit of a shove from Ty, the dog tapped the tip of his chin against the bar. "One!" the dog yelled. Again, Ty's makeshift fan club cheered the small blue dog. As Dawkins landed to the ground, Ty raised out a hand to the dog. "Nice work Dawkins!" Ty exclaimed. Dawkins cheerfully raised one of his hands to receive the high five, then rubbed the soreness out of the sides of his arms.
"A pipsqueak like this isn't meant to be here!" the tiger yelled.
"Well, where is he supposed to go?" Ty asked. Suddenly, a low growl erupted between Ty and the tiger. The tiger gave a sinister grin and grabbed hold of the cerulean pooch. Dawkins was yanked forwards, wrapped in the tiger's firm grasp. With his head pressed against the tiger's striped abdominals, the tiger answered Ty's question. "He can go in here."
The tiger then lunged his head forward, wrapping Dawkins head with his jaws. Before the tiger could perform a second gulp, the tiger felt himself knock off his feet. Ty leaped out, tackling the tiger to the ground. "Most people are mad when you try to eat their friends. I'm not. I'm actually happy you did that because now I have an excuse to do this." With his fist balled, Ty brought a punch down onto the tiger's head. Now dazed, the tiger didn't struggle under Ty's weight.
"Anything you want to say?"
"You're a heavy fuck aren't you?" The tiger spat. Suddenly another growl erupted. This time Ty put a hand along his defined stomach. "You know, I love a good core workout. You were a prick earlier, but maybe you can be helpful to me now."
"Then do it, unless you are too much of a blondie to think of try-"The tiger fired back but was interrupted by Ty's jaws lunging over the tiger's head. Ty's mouth began to water heavily. Despite his lean physique, eating big was a dirty secret he enjoyed indulging, and revenge eating was his favorite. The tiger, meanwhile, began to panic. He tried using his strong arms to pry Ty off, but Ty was already thinking ahead. As he leaped off the tiger's body, he grasped both sides of the tiger like a subway sandwich. Now on his feet with gravity on his side, Ty tilted his head up and allowed gravity to assist in his swallowing. Ty didn't savor the taste: being able to stomach this scourge of the beach was sweet enough. With one final swift swallow, Ty's ab-lined stomach surged forwards into a lumpy ball that sagged past his waist. As his belly bounced and settled, Ty let out a gasp to catch his breath. Ty looked back at his audience,when a pair of blue hands pressed into Ty's heavy squirming middle. Ty's jaws burst open, releasing a belch that had the crowd up roaring.
“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!
Hund didn't threaten the ice cream cart owner; he simply ran off after Hund approached him. Now Hund was dutifully ensuring the icy desserts weren't going to waste. Hund tossed his sixteenth ice cream cone into his mouth. With a swift swallow, the cold treat traveled down to join the bubbling cauldron that was his belly. Looking over to the gym equipment, Hund made out Ty in the middle of a large crowd surrounding him. "Such a showoff," the ever-grumpy husky said. Meanwhile, Ty was on the parallel bars performing handstand pushups. As the retriever triceps bent more and more parallel to the ground, Ty gulped hard, sending a striped tail back to his bulging stomach despite working against gravity.
"Give up?!" Ty boomed.
"Lemme out!" The tiger yelled in response though it was muffled to everyone who wasn't Ty.
"Guess we are doing one-armed pushups next!" Ty yelled, eliciting a cheer from the crowd.
A gray palm placed itself onto Hund's bloated white belly. It belonged to a female raccoon who wore a blue bikini well. It revealed both the curvaceousness of her chest and hips and the strength of her arms, torso, and legs. The raccoon also sported a slight belly that pressed out her own abdominal muscles. With her other hand, she was taking scoops of ice cream from a sundae that looked like it could feed two people.
"Have you cooled down yet?" Tanu asked as she pressed her hand into Hund's bubbling stomach.
"A little," Hund replied, still glancing at Ty.
"Don't worry, when we wrap up, we'll stick you inside Pan's freezer for as long as you want," Tanu said, giving his furry head a rub. Hund growled, enjoying the rub but also attempting to stay menacing. "Though maybe we should take you out more often to acclimate you to the weather."
"You can do whatever you want to me as long as you remember to get me ice cream and rubs," Hund said as Tanu transitioned into rubbing his belly. Just when it seemed Hund was getting TOO comfortable with the rubs, he heard a voice calling out his name. "Great, I guess Ty needs me for something." He grumbled.
"Better take care of it; I'll take care of the rest of these treats while you're gone." She teased as she licked vanilla ice cream off her lips.
"Better save some for me!"
"If you're fast enough."
Hund plodded back to the workout area with a huff, his day at muscle beach being FAR from over.
Thanks again to Rifykoh for making this debut picture of Ty acting as a pred! I really enjoyed their style of vore and drawing muscular characters so it was such an honor seeing both those qualities combined into this piece. Stay tuned for part 2 and more Ty shenanigans! We're really going to stress test those abs now!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Canine (Other)
Gender Male
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