Hey all! Last of the March rewards, here- Behemoth is on candy clean up and takes his duties very seriously, while Modo takes a new opportunity to re-invent himself on a big scale. Enjoy!
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Behemoth had thought that when he received a special mission, it would be something with a bit more excitement than clean up duty. Strangely, it was clean up duty for a fight in a candy store, the day after Valentine's Day— vast displays of chocolates, bon-bons, chocolate-dipped strawberries, and more had been strewn about, and apparently his summoner thought he was the man for the job.
It was a daunting task; even with his prodigious strength, the beefy transient still had metric tons of displays, candy, products, and heart-shaped boxes to move. Even after an hour of filling up a dumpster to the brim, he still had so much work to get through… and he also could use a bit of a pick-me-up, and there wasn't really anything wrong with all the chocolate left all around the store…
"Oh… Hrngh… I might… have taken on a bit much…" Behemoth groaned, picking away at the last few candy boxes. "Still…" One hefty paw reached out for another bon-bon, savoring the flavor. His nearly fathomless gluttony had certainly helped him clean up shop; his burly, muscular physique had ballooned into an earth-shaking avalanche's worth of blubber, white fur spilling out in all directions. The last few boxes sat on the top shelf of his gut large enough to flatten some cars, an enormous, chocolate-filled snowball left to pool on the ground and smother his legs. Every part of him had become soft and doughy, from billowing cheeks and his extra chins, pillowy soft chest, and near-useless legs left limply lying to the sides, half-buried by his mammoth gut and so heavily cushioned with lard, his feet were left propped up on the cushioned mass of his own over-bloated thighs.
Behemoth sighed contentedly, sated to simply sink into the enormity of his own body and carried away on the delectable sweetness of candy hearts. "There's only a few left… be a shame to let it go to waste…"
As he savored the last few pieces, a few more precious calories being churned into even more fat on his whale-like body, he heard the call of his summoner.
"Behemoth! You won't believe it, but we need your help out here— We just had a fight near the Aoyama Mission. Everyone's safe, but the fight destroyed their Easter display— eggs and candy everywhere. Maria's letting us off light, but just wants us to help clean up— would you be able to give a hand?"
Behemoth sighed. "I'll… see what I can do." On the one hand, marshmallow and more spring-centric flavors might be a nice change of pace after all the rich, cherry and chocolate valentine's candy… but as he tried shifting his mammoth weight, chunky thunder thighs wobbling and feet uselessly kicking the air, he was going to have to get creative with transit…
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A few reporters were crowded around Modo, having been invited back into the Thorns locker room— it was too good an opportunity to pass up, though many of them were not quite sure how to feel as they were staring at a nearly naked reptile looming large over them all.
"So, uh, Modo—" One reporter cleared his throat. "You've uh, had quite a journey yourself— your former teammates Will Harris and Jett Filmore are still basking in the glory, but you've gone from a star Roarball player in your own right to a team owner. What's next for you?"
The reptile let out a gurgling laugh, a deep, bellyful chuckle that made his scales— and the immense amount of muscle that he had recently built up— ripple, colors popping and tectonic masses of brawn shifting for the cameras. "What is next? Is it not obvious?"
Modo flexed one gigantic arm, his bicep swelling up to a size larger than some of the reporters gathered in the room— it looked big enough that the boer goat Will could sit comfortably on the peak and still have room. "Modo has been on journey of self-discovery— and what he has discovered is that he loves being big! Haha!"
He thumped his chest, making the voluminous meat of his pecs bounce. Already an impressive specimen, Modo had gone the extra mile to blow up every part of his body, with legs thick as tree trunks, a back wide enough to block entire teams of Roarball players on the field, and a shoulder line like a mountain range. "Modo has begun new iniative as owner— brand new work out routine, and Modo will be happy to share them with you all. First, we start with the legs, eh?" He slapped his bloated quadriceps, making his hefty thigh muscles wobble. "Modo begins by tying self to back of train, and then when train starts, Modo must either keep train from moving, or dig in to keep from getting dragged on tracks. Next, for chest day—"
"But, Modo, what does this… sudden change have to do with you being the new owner of the Thorns?"
The massive lizard's eyes lit up, flashing a toothy grin. "The best part about being owner, Modo no longer has to follow rules! There are so many fun things to try that make him big that are… blegh… technically illegal in Roarball, but now Modo is off the court, it is all fair game!"
"Uhm… I don't know if that's technically true—" One reporter, an antelope, was cut off as Modo draped one arm that weighed more than his entire body over his shoulders, effortlessly pressing him up against his heaving flank.
"Technically, technically— who would argue with Modo, when he has results like these, eh?" He waggled his brow. "Any more questions?"