The last wave of growth hits Jaimundi, leaving him as a monument of lihzahrd might and magic- and absolutely clueless about what to do next. Enjoy!
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The ground shook so much, Jaimundi worried that he might have set off an earthquake. As his heaving back pressed up against the crumbling ceiling of his rough-hewn stone lair, his broad shoulders bunched up against his enormous arms as he felt his wooden shelves splinter and break as his body spread out, claiming every single square inch of space until the lihzahrd felt that either his home was going to burst apart, or he was.
With a defeated sigh, Jaimundi knew it was going to be his home— he could feel that sudden surge of power building up in him, one that he prayed would be the final wave. In a matter of seconds, and with an ear-splitting crash of stone crumbling and ancient trees being uprooted, the lihzahrd witch doctor couldn't be contained by mere stone walls anymore. The gigantic mass of scale and brawn that now encompassed his monstrously huge body now sprawled across his former home, exposed to the open air. Under the sunlight, Jaimundi could see what had become of him as his growth, mercifully, ended.
He couldn't even begin to fathom how tall he was at this point, with titanic legs girded in so much brawn, tree trunks could be split like twigs against the sheer breadth of his bulging thighs. His mountain of a torso bulged and spread out everywhere; the enormous burls of brawn that mashed together to form the rolling moors of his back, his immense, engorged pair of pecs swelled and rolled out like a pair of tidal waves, framed by his boulder-sized biceps, jostling his pectorals for room as his swollen triceps mashed against his wing-like lats.
Jaimundi let out a low groan, breathing heavily as his immense musculature rippled with his heavy panting, feeling every solid, swollen pound on him that made him feel as if he had been transformed into a living mountain. When he looked down, all he could see in every direction was just more muscle clad in scales— brimming with a nearly electric power, a slowly growing voice inside him was just begging Jaimundi to test out this new strength— he had come to understand the limits of his own powers as a witch doctor, but with this much brawn, this was a whole new frontier to explore. But already, he could hear the footfalls as the rest of the tribe came to investigate the explosion— he had no idea how to explain what happened, and even worse, he was fairly certain every single warrior in the tribe was going to be demanding he re-make the potion for them. Well, Jaimundi couldn't really argue with the results…