PATREON: Goliath's Restoration- Part 4
Goliath is a whole new gargoyle, and he's grown to like every inch of his new body- and the unstoppable strength it's granted him. That's all for this month, but if you want to see who we're doing for July (making a certain Housamo tiger very fat and happy) Check out Big Stories here: https://www.patreon.com/bigstories
Art by silver-stag
David Xanatos had spent a fortune reinforcing his skyscraper to, specifically, Gargoyle-proof it. Had he been around when Goliath charged in, he would have blanched at the thought of hundreds of millions of dollars being crushed beneath the behemoth gargoyle's claws. The restoration had been complete, and Goliath was a new gargoyle- he felt invincible, tearing through reinforced concrete walls like they were paper. He barely fit in the room he had just crashed into- but it didn't matter. He saw Puck, in his Owen Burnett disguise, and struck.
Puck barely had the time to change into his true, fae form and dodge Goliath's first strike. "We do have a complaint department, you know," he snarked, disappearing in a puff of smoke to dodge another of Goliath's blows.
The gigantic gargoyle merely snarled. He was not bandying words with Puck today. His augmented form may have slowed him down, somewhat- but all he needed was one hit. When Puck appeared again, he lunged for him, and snatched the fae spirit in his clutches- his strength was so overwhelming, Puck was left helplessly squirming in his grasp.
"Goliath!" Puck wheezed. "You seem upset."
"I don't like being tricked, Puck. I certainly don't like being disturbed during my sleep," he growled, his voice rumbling deep as the ocean. "Why did you do this to me?"
"The thought amused me!" Puck responded, gasping for breath. “Nothing more than a spot of fun! Goodness knows you could do with a lau- augh!” The fae winced as he was thrown against the wall, Goliath tossing him around like a rag doll.
“Lucky for you, I must admit- I’ve grown to like what you’ve done." Goliath rumbled, and curled his massive arm- a bicep nearly as big as Puck in his entirety swelled up in response. The gargoyle was like no other beast in the world, now- every part of his body was corded with bloated muscle that could level mountains- his earth-shaking legs were like the mightiest pillars, his enormous chest and densely packed outpaced tanks in their sheer size and armament- it looked like metal would shatter across his thick abs, and bullets would bounce off his pectoral muscles as if they were nothing. The arms already spoke for themselves; enormous artillery that could hit like trains, swollen biceps packed tightly atop triceps that billowed out like sails under full wind. His shoulders sprawled out like a mountain range, and his head was now crowned by horns that made him look less like a gargoyle, and more like a dragon of the mythic past.
"Then… then why are you throwing me about like a child's toy?" Puck asked.
"Because as I said- I don't like these things being out of my control. So I'm bringing it back under my control- whatever magicks allowed your artist to change me in night as well as day, you will perform again- but this time, on all my clan. I want them all to have this… experience," Goliath rumbled, puffing up his sprawling chest until his pecs alone held Puck in place, hundreds of pounds of rock hard muscle pressing into him.
"Fine- fine! Very well," Puck gasped, and finally was released. "Let us hope that none of their appetites for strength outpaces your own, though- you could have competition," he said with a smirk.
Goliath replied with a toothy grin. "They would have a long way to go- and if you do try such tricks, there is strong- and then stronger still." He said, flexing his arm once more, until his bicep pressed against his clenched claws. He was looking forward to the clan's reactions. Together, they'd be strong enough to face any threat on earth.
Art by silver-stag
David Xanatos had spent a fortune reinforcing his skyscraper to, specifically, Gargoyle-proof it. Had he been around when Goliath charged in, he would have blanched at the thought of hundreds of millions of dollars being crushed beneath the behemoth gargoyle's claws. The restoration had been complete, and Goliath was a new gargoyle- he felt invincible, tearing through reinforced concrete walls like they were paper. He barely fit in the room he had just crashed into- but it didn't matter. He saw Puck, in his Owen Burnett disguise, and struck.
Puck barely had the time to change into his true, fae form and dodge Goliath's first strike. "We do have a complaint department, you know," he snarked, disappearing in a puff of smoke to dodge another of Goliath's blows.
The gigantic gargoyle merely snarled. He was not bandying words with Puck today. His augmented form may have slowed him down, somewhat- but all he needed was one hit. When Puck appeared again, he lunged for him, and snatched the fae spirit in his clutches- his strength was so overwhelming, Puck was left helplessly squirming in his grasp.
"Goliath!" Puck wheezed. "You seem upset."
"I don't like being tricked, Puck. I certainly don't like being disturbed during my sleep," he growled, his voice rumbling deep as the ocean. "Why did you do this to me?"
"The thought amused me!" Puck responded, gasping for breath. “Nothing more than a spot of fun! Goodness knows you could do with a lau- augh!” The fae winced as he was thrown against the wall, Goliath tossing him around like a rag doll.
“Lucky for you, I must admit- I’ve grown to like what you’ve done." Goliath rumbled, and curled his massive arm- a bicep nearly as big as Puck in his entirety swelled up in response. The gargoyle was like no other beast in the world, now- every part of his body was corded with bloated muscle that could level mountains- his earth-shaking legs were like the mightiest pillars, his enormous chest and densely packed outpaced tanks in their sheer size and armament- it looked like metal would shatter across his thick abs, and bullets would bounce off his pectoral muscles as if they were nothing. The arms already spoke for themselves; enormous artillery that could hit like trains, swollen biceps packed tightly atop triceps that billowed out like sails under full wind. His shoulders sprawled out like a mountain range, and his head was now crowned by horns that made him look less like a gargoyle, and more like a dragon of the mythic past.
"Then… then why are you throwing me about like a child's toy?" Puck asked.
"Because as I said- I don't like these things being out of my control. So I'm bringing it back under my control- whatever magicks allowed your artist to change me in night as well as day, you will perform again- but this time, on all my clan. I want them all to have this… experience," Goliath rumbled, puffing up his sprawling chest until his pecs alone held Puck in place, hundreds of pounds of rock hard muscle pressing into him.
"Fine- fine! Very well," Puck gasped, and finally was released. "Let us hope that none of their appetites for strength outpaces your own, though- you could have competition," he said with a smirk.
Goliath replied with a toothy grin. "They would have a long way to go- and if you do try such tricks, there is strong- and then stronger still." He said, flexing his arm once more, until his bicep pressed against his clenched claws. He was looking forward to the clan's reactions. Together, they'd be strong enough to face any threat on earth.
Category All / Muscle
Species Gargoyle
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 896px
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That would be amazing to see: The Whole Manhattan Clan reaching such muscularity. Although we have seen Lexington and Brooklyn reach that size numerous times before
Puck: Wait, what about your daughter and the cop?
Goliath: Them too, just more....feminine.
Goliath: Them too, just more....feminine.
Angela and Eliza ripped like that? All my likes.
Also, Demona's going to be jealous that what Puck gave her wasn't quite a, let's say massive, gift.
Also, Demona's going to be jealous that what Puck gave her wasn't quite a, let's say massive, gift.
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