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muscledragonwolf18, featuring his character K, yours truly, and 
silver-stag, helping the caveman K adapt to his new bulk and the new world he's woken up in. Enjoy!
K let out a war cry and lunged for Chesterton, the lizard letting out a shrill shriek as he nearly dodged the hulking elk. The elk snorted, and his primal anger fuelled a new wave of growth. His thick, heaving lats surged and he widened his stance, power rippling through his body as he tensed one hand. He could feel his bicep swelling before he saw it, the mound rapidly filling and crashing against the side of his chest. It was like an overripe watermelon attempting to shove a slab of steel aside. Neither muscle would give leeway to the other, a war for room that wouldn’t be won.
Turning his head to face Chesterton caused his chin to brush against the shelf of his pecs, realizing that he’d be forced to bend forward to look past them. His neck was a dense pillar of muscle, rubbing against his traps while he began to tip forward. The sharp definition became more pronounced, tracing the brick-sized abdominals that lined his torso, dropping off to a severely cut Adonis belt, the last of his clothing clinging as if committed to keeping him decent— if only just. Below the belt his quadriceps were carved from stone, the teardrop exaggerated, the curve pointing down to his meaty, heart-shaped calves.
muscledragonwolf18, featuring his character K, yours truly, and silver-stag, helping the caveman K adapt to his new bulk and the new world he's woken up in. Enjoy!K let out a war cry and lunged for Chesterton, the lizard letting out a shrill shriek as he nearly dodged the hulking elk. The elk snorted, and his primal anger fuelled a new wave of growth. His thick, heaving lats surged and he widened his stance, power rippling through his body as he tensed one hand. He could feel his bicep swelling before he saw it, the mound rapidly filling and crashing against the side of his chest. It was like an overripe watermelon attempting to shove a slab of steel aside. Neither muscle would give leeway to the other, a war for room that wouldn’t be won.
Turning his head to face Chesterton caused his chin to brush against the shelf of his pecs, realizing that he’d be forced to bend forward to look past them. His neck was a dense pillar of muscle, rubbing against his traps while he began to tip forward. The sharp definition became more pronounced, tracing the brick-sized abdominals that lined his torso, dropping off to a severely cut Adonis belt, the last of his clothing clinging as if committed to keeping him decent— if only just. Below the belt his quadriceps were carved from stone, the teardrop exaggerated, the curve pointing down to his meaty, heart-shaped calves.
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