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Zane set down the 25 pound dumb bell back into its slot. He had been working up a slight sweat already from having worked out the past hour. The Unovian Zoroark shifted around his black shorts, feeling the burning of his arms after such a workout. Zane slapped of his arms, knowing that working out so often wasn't showing its effects already. The hunk of muscle piled onto Zane�s body had been well defined through his rather plain shirt. Attempting to make it even bigger would be absolutely insane to achieve, much less imagine.
Zane wiped down the equipment and headed to the showers. He only idled by when seeing another local gym goer that came very often, a lean Arcanine. Unlike Zane, he was made up of lean muscle with almost no fat to be seen. Zane wasn�t even sure who the Arcanine was but seemed to be a long standing customer. Almost every time Zane came by, the Arcanine was around and working out. He was currently busy setting up some equipment. "Uh� Hey!" Zane shouted out to the lean dog who snapped their head towards Zane.
"Hm? Yeah, what's up?" The Arcanine shifted up, dropping down the cable assisted dead-lift bar. "Oh uh� You seem to come here quite often. Every time I come in, I see you here. I was wondering if you had any tips to gain any more muscle? I'm kind of stuck." Zane slapped his arms, trying to show off that he didn�t have any way to get much bigger. Maybe it was a stupid thing to ask. He was already pretty fit. The Arcanine gave a nod, walking off. "I'm Blake. I work as a personal trainer, you know, setting up workouts for those just starting out or generally spotting people." Blake walked up before observing the arm. He lifted a hand, wagging a finger back and forth in front of the bicep. "I got something maybe."
Blake led Zane back to behind the counter where most of the protein powders were. The Arcanine slapped out a small black jar with red letters titled "MUSCLE + GROWTH" and a small description of vitamins on the back. Zane looked over the jar and picked it up. "So� Just take this?" Zane picked it up to look over the ingredients. 200 calories, Total Fat 0g, Sodium 0g� "Take that once before," Zane lifted his head back up to Blake "A workout. It�s what I use typically and it�s real good." Blake explained to Zane. The Zoroark nodded his head at the idea of using a professionally recommended powder. "Thanks! How much is it?" "On me this time. Have fun."
Zane headed out of the gym, but Blake shouted something back, "Oh and don't" It was too late as Zane walked out, headed home for the day.
About 3 days had passed and Zane returned, shaking his bottle filled with the powder that Blake had advised him to try out. With a lack of instructions, Zane had put around 3 scoops of the powder mixed in with some water and a few strawberries mushed up to help make it easier for him to drink it down. Zane glanced around, trying to see if Blake was around. For the first time, it seemed that Blake was actually out of the gym or maybe he had the day off. Regardless, Zane pressed onwards to the dead-lift station that was currently left unoccupied.
The Zoroark took a quick swig from the drink and set up the machine for around 180 pounds to warm up. It didn't take long for Zane to press the back of the bar into his shoulders and step forward. The weight of the barbell instantly pressed down on his back and shoulders. Zane let out a hefty breath as he slowly lowered himself down in a controlled descent. His thighs and calves tightened up the lower he went, trying to keep his back straight while he did so. Zane felt the stretch of the weight before standing back up.
Unbeknownst to the Zoroark, the potion he had drank earlier was doing a little more than just help his muscles grow. His calves and thighs hardened up and pulsated, thickening up and strengthen. His already strong legs doubled in size, now easily the size of tree trunks from that single lift. However, this wasn't even including how tall he had stood up. Zane, normally around 12', now stood up to 16'. However, this wasn�t the end. Zane went down for another rep, his legs doubling in size once more. The Zoroark kept on pumping up and down, expanding his height every 4' with each lift. And then, he had went on to do some dead lifts.
By now, Zane had been gathered all of the equipment in the gym in an attempt to do a pathetically weak bench press. His body was well beyond the peak physical condition. It was the body of a god with his legs now strong and big enough to support an entire building underneath them, a pack of abs that definitely was a little more than a six pack and shoulders that could carry a mountain. Add that in to him being around 82' tall, and anyone could have considered him a god. In fact, Zane was pretty sure he classified as one now even more.
Zane pushed up and down on the equipment, his body rumbling and shifting as it forced itself to make more room in the crumbling gym he once worked out in. Zane smiled at the results he was finally achieving. This was exactly what he had wanted, Zane contemplated as his pecs grew larger and larger, challenging his abs for the biggest thing to admire and watch. Zane soon felt a crash and the entire building fell.
The ruble lay there in silence before it got thrown in the air, and Zane emerged from underneath. The Zoroark moaned and scratched his head, realizing that he wasn�t simply growing in muscle mass either. "I gotta thank Blake when I see him." Zane said, dusting off his god perfect body for all to see.
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Zane set down the 25 pound dumb bell back into its slot. He had been working up a slight sweat already from having worked out the past hour. The Unovian Zoroark shifted around his black shorts, feeling the burning of his arms after such a workout. Zane slapped of his arms, knowing that working out so often wasn't showing its effects already. The hunk of muscle piled onto Zane�s body had been well defined through his rather plain shirt. Attempting to make it even bigger would be absolutely insane to achieve, much less imagine.
Zane wiped down the equipment and headed to the showers. He only idled by when seeing another local gym goer that came very often, a lean Arcanine. Unlike Zane, he was made up of lean muscle with almost no fat to be seen. Zane wasn�t even sure who the Arcanine was but seemed to be a long standing customer. Almost every time Zane came by, the Arcanine was around and working out. He was currently busy setting up some equipment. "Uh� Hey!" Zane shouted out to the lean dog who snapped their head towards Zane.
"Hm? Yeah, what's up?" The Arcanine shifted up, dropping down the cable assisted dead-lift bar. "Oh uh� You seem to come here quite often. Every time I come in, I see you here. I was wondering if you had any tips to gain any more muscle? I'm kind of stuck." Zane slapped his arms, trying to show off that he didn�t have any way to get much bigger. Maybe it was a stupid thing to ask. He was already pretty fit. The Arcanine gave a nod, walking off. "I'm Blake. I work as a personal trainer, you know, setting up workouts for those just starting out or generally spotting people." Blake walked up before observing the arm. He lifted a hand, wagging a finger back and forth in front of the bicep. "I got something maybe."
Blake led Zane back to behind the counter where most of the protein powders were. The Arcanine slapped out a small black jar with red letters titled "MUSCLE + GROWTH" and a small description of vitamins on the back. Zane looked over the jar and picked it up. "So� Just take this?" Zane picked it up to look over the ingredients. 200 calories, Total Fat 0g, Sodium 0g� "Take that once before," Zane lifted his head back up to Blake "A workout. It�s what I use typically and it�s real good." Blake explained to Zane. The Zoroark nodded his head at the idea of using a professionally recommended powder. "Thanks! How much is it?" "On me this time. Have fun."
Zane headed out of the gym, but Blake shouted something back, "Oh and don't" It was too late as Zane walked out, headed home for the day.
About 3 days had passed and Zane returned, shaking his bottle filled with the powder that Blake had advised him to try out. With a lack of instructions, Zane had put around 3 scoops of the powder mixed in with some water and a few strawberries mushed up to help make it easier for him to drink it down. Zane glanced around, trying to see if Blake was around. For the first time, it seemed that Blake was actually out of the gym or maybe he had the day off. Regardless, Zane pressed onwards to the dead-lift station that was currently left unoccupied.
The Zoroark took a quick swig from the drink and set up the machine for around 180 pounds to warm up. It didn't take long for Zane to press the back of the bar into his shoulders and step forward. The weight of the barbell instantly pressed down on his back and shoulders. Zane let out a hefty breath as he slowly lowered himself down in a controlled descent. His thighs and calves tightened up the lower he went, trying to keep his back straight while he did so. Zane felt the stretch of the weight before standing back up.
Unbeknownst to the Zoroark, the potion he had drank earlier was doing a little more than just help his muscles grow. His calves and thighs hardened up and pulsated, thickening up and strengthen. His already strong legs doubled in size, now easily the size of tree trunks from that single lift. However, this wasn't even including how tall he had stood up. Zane, normally around 12', now stood up to 16'. However, this wasn�t the end. Zane went down for another rep, his legs doubling in size once more. The Zoroark kept on pumping up and down, expanding his height every 4' with each lift. And then, he had went on to do some dead lifts.
By now, Zane had been gathered all of the equipment in the gym in an attempt to do a pathetically weak bench press. His body was well beyond the peak physical condition. It was the body of a god with his legs now strong and big enough to support an entire building underneath them, a pack of abs that definitely was a little more than a six pack and shoulders that could carry a mountain. Add that in to him being around 82' tall, and anyone could have considered him a god. In fact, Zane was pretty sure he classified as one now even more.
Zane pushed up and down on the equipment, his body rumbling and shifting as it forced itself to make more room in the crumbling gym he once worked out in. Zane smiled at the results he was finally achieving. This was exactly what he had wanted, Zane contemplated as his pecs grew larger and larger, challenging his abs for the biggest thing to admire and watch. Zane soon felt a crash and the entire building fell.
The ruble lay there in silence before it got thrown in the air, and Zane emerged from underneath. The Zoroark moaned and scratched his head, realizing that he wasn�t simply growing in muscle mass either. "I gotta thank Blake when I see him." Zane said, dusting off his god perfect body for all to see.
I made a gift for a friend Gauzy. I had some free time and decided to write something short and sweet. Hope you enjoy! (I reuploaded it because my word editor did smart quotations, and FA did not like that)
Category Story / All
Species Pokemon
Gender Male
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