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raro11, featuring three gym bros- led by the hulking zebra Zack- who fall afoul of a less than ethical snack company that want Zack to promote their new supposedly healthy protein snack bars, Zebra Cakes. Over time, all three start growing larger, with no end in sight. Enjoy!
Weeks passed, and Mel was beginning to feel restless. It was probably because Zack hadn't been around for awhile— the zebra was constantly called away to commercial recordings, press events, photo shoots, meals with Ron… the meerkat was almost feeling a little bit jealous, if he was being honest. Without Zack around, working out just wasn't as fun as it used to be. Isaac was still there, sure, but he was so serious and grumpy, it was like working out with a drill sergeant— Mel thought the impala was frustrated that the roids were doing almost nothing for him, but even he wasn't stupid enough to say that to Isaac's face.
He did also glance with a fair bit of guilt down at his own middle; his bulking cycle had never really ended. On the one hand, his arms had never been bigger— he almost exclusively wore sleeveless shirts these days, and loved to pump up his arms until his biceps got bigger than his head. He also loved that his chest jutted so far out, he could balance a water bottle on it. But on the other hand, his bloated, round belly was sticking out so far it almost filled his lap when he sat down. He had meant to cut back, or do more cardio, but… the growth just felt so good, and he hated the thought of cutting down his five daily zebra cakes.
"Mel, come on, we doing cardio for a cooldown or what?" Isaac grunted. The impala's weight had plateaued, much to his annoyance. He had given up on the steroids— maybe he couldn't beat genetics after all. He was still working out, and without Zack lumbering around, the title of King of the Gym was between him and Mel; and to be frank, he was still the size and shape of a competition-ready bodybuilder, and he kept his legs defined and cut like fluted columns, abs like cobblestones, and could bounce quarters off his pecs. Yet some people still treated roly-poly Mel like he was cock of the walk; these days there was no accounting for taste, especially ever since they added Zebra Cakes at the smoothie and snack bar. He also swore he saw a lot more bouncing bellies and tight workout shirts around these days.
"Oh, come on dude, we've done enough already today, haven't we?" Mel groaned, slumping in his chair next to the smoothie bar.
Isaac cast Mel a look that could make flowers wilt. "Mel. You jogged on the treadmill for one minute, did two sets on the bench press, said you were going for a smoothie and then didn't come back for thirty minutes."
"Well, I guess I'm just having an off day, dude," the meerkat shrugged.
"You've been on an off day for weeks. Come on." Isaac grabbed Mel, trying to pull him into his feet. "I swear, Zack disappears for a week or two and you go to pieces, and then you eat your feelings with those damn zebra cakes." The impala planted his hands on the meerkat's shoulders. "Listen. Zack is busy. You need to get a hold of yourself and get back to work— he's not just going to burst through the door any time you miss him— oh my God."
"Whoooo's ready for a Zack Attack?!"
Isaac slapped his forehead as the gym doors flew open, the beast of a zebra charging in and spreading his huge arms. He was dressed in a muscle shirt emblazoned with the zebra cakes logo that clung tightly to his torso, his engorged limbs roped with even denser layers of muscle.
"Zack!"
The meerkat leapt to his feet as he rushed over to hug Zack. Isaac hadn't seen him move so fast in weeks.
"Brooo!" Zack grinned wide, pulling Mel off his feet. "Dude, you're still bulking! You're going to be as big as me if you keep this up!" He then looked up, shooting finger guns at Isaac. "Buddy, how's it going?"
"Zack! I didn't think you'd be here," Mel felt his grin tighten. "You look… great." How had he gotten even bigger, and still had his V-shape torso?
The zebra threw those battering ram arms, yanking Isaac off his feet. "Dude, we gotta get you on a real bulking program! You're like a freakin' feather, man. We gotta blow you up into a mass monster!"
"I'm trying," Isaac said ruefully. "Believe me." He frowned, trying not to let his muzzle get buried in the cleft of the zebra's chest. He frowned; something felt off below Zack's chest. In fact, despite Zack clearly not lacking for strength, he felt… softer. He cast a suspicious glance towards the zebra.
Zack clapped his hands together to get the gym's attention— he had a lot more fans these days, so soon, the zebra was being crowded. "Dudes! Bros! Have I got news for you— it's been a while, but the Zack Attack Nation is back in action! Check out my channel at eight, we're starting off a whole new series!" He then turned to Mel and Isaac. "Now, can I count on my two best bros to help spot me? I'm lifting a lot these days. You should see my one rep max on squats."
Isaac opened his mouth. "Well, actually, we were just wrapping—"
"Yes. Hell yes!" Mel leapt to meet Zack's offer of a high five. "Let's do it!"
The impala barely registered throughout the workout; his eyes were fixed on Zack's middle. He kept watching through the zebra's workout for any tell-tale sign, and when that muscle shirt fluttered up for just a moment, he saw it. Isaac waited until Zack was toweling off in the locker room to confront him.
"So…" the impala began, rummaging through his locker. "New series on the vlog?"
"Oh yeah dude, Ron wants me to start on like, more lifestyle stuff— nutrition, y'know? We're starting tonight with a whole-ass mukbang!" Zack said.
"A muk— gah!" Isaac banged his horns against the top of the locker. Rubbing his head, he turned around to face Zack. "Dude. Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Oh, come on." The zebra waved his concerns off. "One meal isn't the end of the world."
"Dude." Isaac rubbed his forehead. "I'm going to level with you— You drive me crazy, like, three out of four days. You're vain, a lughead, and you keep doing all these things that haven't been funny since high school— but I do care about you. I really think you need to slow your roll on these zebra cakes."
"Ugh, this again? Dude, look at me!" Zack held out his arms again, striking a pose paired with his winning smile.
"Yeah?" Isaac folded his arms. Giving the zebra a cursory look, he nodded curtly. "Lift up your shirt. Let's see those washboard abs you spent three years getting."
"Uh…" Zack suddenly couldn't look Isaac in the eye. "Izzy, it's been a really long day, and I gotta get going… Dude!"
Isaac cut the space between the two of them, grabbed the neckline of Zack's shirt, and tore it right down the middle, revealing a very tight girdle wrapped around the zebra's thick torso.
"Uh…" Zack cleared his throat. "I-it's not what it looks like, it's just a bit of— bro!"
Isaac grabbed the girdle next and yanked the girdle free— he had to leap back, so much extra mass suddenly billowed out. The zebra's brick-like abs were completely gone as a round, shockingly plush gut bounced off Zack's frame. Even some of the shape in his chest was sagging now— the zebra had pushed right past off-season bulk to something he'd expect on an up-and-coming sumo wrestler.
"Oh my God." Isaac gasped. "What the hell is this girdle made out of, the same kevlar they use to make space suits?"
"Yes." Zack grunted indignantly, snatching the sides out of Isaac's hands. "I can afford it now. Look man, it's just… a bit of bloat, okay?"
"Bloat? Are you kidding me, man?!" Isaac slapped his forehead. "Dude, if you ever want to win another competition, you have got to get your diet under control!"
"I know, I know, I just…" Zack huffed, and Isaac swore the zebra's gut jumped out another perilous inch or so. "Food is so good, man."
raro11, featuring three gym bros- led by the hulking zebra Zack- who fall afoul of a less than ethical snack company that want Zack to promote their new supposedly healthy protein snack bars, Zebra Cakes. Over time, all three start growing larger, with no end in sight. Enjoy!Weeks passed, and Mel was beginning to feel restless. It was probably because Zack hadn't been around for awhile— the zebra was constantly called away to commercial recordings, press events, photo shoots, meals with Ron… the meerkat was almost feeling a little bit jealous, if he was being honest. Without Zack around, working out just wasn't as fun as it used to be. Isaac was still there, sure, but he was so serious and grumpy, it was like working out with a drill sergeant— Mel thought the impala was frustrated that the roids were doing almost nothing for him, but even he wasn't stupid enough to say that to Isaac's face.
He did also glance with a fair bit of guilt down at his own middle; his bulking cycle had never really ended. On the one hand, his arms had never been bigger— he almost exclusively wore sleeveless shirts these days, and loved to pump up his arms until his biceps got bigger than his head. He also loved that his chest jutted so far out, he could balance a water bottle on it. But on the other hand, his bloated, round belly was sticking out so far it almost filled his lap when he sat down. He had meant to cut back, or do more cardio, but… the growth just felt so good, and he hated the thought of cutting down his five daily zebra cakes.
"Mel, come on, we doing cardio for a cooldown or what?" Isaac grunted. The impala's weight had plateaued, much to his annoyance. He had given up on the steroids— maybe he couldn't beat genetics after all. He was still working out, and without Zack lumbering around, the title of King of the Gym was between him and Mel; and to be frank, he was still the size and shape of a competition-ready bodybuilder, and he kept his legs defined and cut like fluted columns, abs like cobblestones, and could bounce quarters off his pecs. Yet some people still treated roly-poly Mel like he was cock of the walk; these days there was no accounting for taste, especially ever since they added Zebra Cakes at the smoothie and snack bar. He also swore he saw a lot more bouncing bellies and tight workout shirts around these days.
"Oh, come on dude, we've done enough already today, haven't we?" Mel groaned, slumping in his chair next to the smoothie bar.
Isaac cast Mel a look that could make flowers wilt. "Mel. You jogged on the treadmill for one minute, did two sets on the bench press, said you were going for a smoothie and then didn't come back for thirty minutes."
"Well, I guess I'm just having an off day, dude," the meerkat shrugged.
"You've been on an off day for weeks. Come on." Isaac grabbed Mel, trying to pull him into his feet. "I swear, Zack disappears for a week or two and you go to pieces, and then you eat your feelings with those damn zebra cakes." The impala planted his hands on the meerkat's shoulders. "Listen. Zack is busy. You need to get a hold of yourself and get back to work— he's not just going to burst through the door any time you miss him— oh my God."
"Whoooo's ready for a Zack Attack?!"
Isaac slapped his forehead as the gym doors flew open, the beast of a zebra charging in and spreading his huge arms. He was dressed in a muscle shirt emblazoned with the zebra cakes logo that clung tightly to his torso, his engorged limbs roped with even denser layers of muscle.
"Zack!"
The meerkat leapt to his feet as he rushed over to hug Zack. Isaac hadn't seen him move so fast in weeks.
"Brooo!" Zack grinned wide, pulling Mel off his feet. "Dude, you're still bulking! You're going to be as big as me if you keep this up!" He then looked up, shooting finger guns at Isaac. "Buddy, how's it going?"
"Zack! I didn't think you'd be here," Mel felt his grin tighten. "You look… great." How had he gotten even bigger, and still had his V-shape torso?
The zebra threw those battering ram arms, yanking Isaac off his feet. "Dude, we gotta get you on a real bulking program! You're like a freakin' feather, man. We gotta blow you up into a mass monster!"
"I'm trying," Isaac said ruefully. "Believe me." He frowned, trying not to let his muzzle get buried in the cleft of the zebra's chest. He frowned; something felt off below Zack's chest. In fact, despite Zack clearly not lacking for strength, he felt… softer. He cast a suspicious glance towards the zebra.
Zack clapped his hands together to get the gym's attention— he had a lot more fans these days, so soon, the zebra was being crowded. "Dudes! Bros! Have I got news for you— it's been a while, but the Zack Attack Nation is back in action! Check out my channel at eight, we're starting off a whole new series!" He then turned to Mel and Isaac. "Now, can I count on my two best bros to help spot me? I'm lifting a lot these days. You should see my one rep max on squats."
Isaac opened his mouth. "Well, actually, we were just wrapping—"
"Yes. Hell yes!" Mel leapt to meet Zack's offer of a high five. "Let's do it!"
The impala barely registered throughout the workout; his eyes were fixed on Zack's middle. He kept watching through the zebra's workout for any tell-tale sign, and when that muscle shirt fluttered up for just a moment, he saw it. Isaac waited until Zack was toweling off in the locker room to confront him.
"So…" the impala began, rummaging through his locker. "New series on the vlog?"
"Oh yeah dude, Ron wants me to start on like, more lifestyle stuff— nutrition, y'know? We're starting tonight with a whole-ass mukbang!" Zack said.
"A muk— gah!" Isaac banged his horns against the top of the locker. Rubbing his head, he turned around to face Zack. "Dude. Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Oh, come on." The zebra waved his concerns off. "One meal isn't the end of the world."
"Dude." Isaac rubbed his forehead. "I'm going to level with you— You drive me crazy, like, three out of four days. You're vain, a lughead, and you keep doing all these things that haven't been funny since high school— but I do care about you. I really think you need to slow your roll on these zebra cakes."
"Ugh, this again? Dude, look at me!" Zack held out his arms again, striking a pose paired with his winning smile.
"Yeah?" Isaac folded his arms. Giving the zebra a cursory look, he nodded curtly. "Lift up your shirt. Let's see those washboard abs you spent three years getting."
"Uh…" Zack suddenly couldn't look Isaac in the eye. "Izzy, it's been a really long day, and I gotta get going… Dude!"
Isaac cut the space between the two of them, grabbed the neckline of Zack's shirt, and tore it right down the middle, revealing a very tight girdle wrapped around the zebra's thick torso.
"Uh…" Zack cleared his throat. "I-it's not what it looks like, it's just a bit of— bro!"
Isaac grabbed the girdle next and yanked the girdle free— he had to leap back, so much extra mass suddenly billowed out. The zebra's brick-like abs were completely gone as a round, shockingly plush gut bounced off Zack's frame. Even some of the shape in his chest was sagging now— the zebra had pushed right past off-season bulk to something he'd expect on an up-and-coming sumo wrestler.
"Oh my God." Isaac gasped. "What the hell is this girdle made out of, the same kevlar they use to make space suits?"
"Yes." Zack grunted indignantly, snatching the sides out of Isaac's hands. "I can afford it now. Look man, it's just… a bit of bloat, okay?"
"Bloat? Are you kidding me, man?!" Isaac slapped his forehead. "Dude, if you ever want to win another competition, you have got to get your diet under control!"
"I know, I know, I just…" Zack huffed, and Isaac swore the zebra's gut jumped out another perilous inch or so. "Food is so good, man."
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Zebra
Gender Male
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 330.9 kB
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A really impressive read, with a surprisingly sweet ending! I liked how well you defined the three's personalities, and the physicality of their interactions- and I particularly liked how you managed to shoehorn in their backstory in such a natural way. Extra points for the surname 'Mangeur' too, though I did find myself getting greedy and hoping for a third pun with Mel's surname.
Bravo! Thank you for sharing this with us!
Bravo! Thank you for sharing this with us!
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