May 2024 Sketches (Patreon)

For this month, Tony the Tiger and Wargreymon are bulking up and hulking out- enjoy!

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Being a mascot of a huge brand could really weigh on a person; and Tony the Tiger was certainly feeling the weight nowadays. Athletic, popular, and charismatic, Tony had carried the brand of his cereal for years with aplomb, but who didn't want a bit of a change after years of the same routine, day in and day out? Of course, taking things easy and slacking off on his rigorous workout routine may have carried on a bit too far, given the state the tiger was in…

He trundled through his house to his personal gym, his once strong and athletic legs now caked in lard, two massive thighs rolling off one another and forcing him into a laborious, awkward waddle. But the increasing weight of his ever-expanding belly, spreading out so wide and drooping so low it pressed against the floor, made his gait into little more than a shuffle. Tony huffed as he carried on, making his enormous, doughy chest flutter, lazily drooping over the crest of his gargantuan gut like too much frosting on a cupcake. His globular gut, his blooming belly, the great, enormous boulder hanging off his torso was a sight to behold- sticking out several feet ahead of his multiple chins, it was excessively soft, a consistency not unlike uncooked dough, overabundant love handles and a deep navel the only features keeping it from being truly spherical. He smacked his lips, causing multiple chins to wobble and inflated, chipmunk cheeks to shudder. The tiger just needed to relax a little bit, having a second thought to restarting his exercise routine… maybe after one more bowl of cereal, and he'd be good to go.
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Wargreymon would go to any lengths to protect the weak and innocent— it was written into his code. To that end, he had altered himself from the ground up to better protect people, reforged every function of his body to serve as an aegis for anyone that might need him— and a terror to anyone that would threaten them. He had never been strong enough to defend everything on his own, though— not until now.

He had forged himself anew, his body built into being more powerful and as close to invincible as any mon could be. Evolutions that no other mon had dared attempted made him into a titan. In doing this, Wargreymon would be the greatest warrior; a warmachine and hero to all the dispossessed.

He couldn't help but admire his new form, and curled arms that swelled large enough to shame Leomon.  Biceps nearly as big as boulders surged, brimming with power. The dinosaur-like mon was like no other of his kind in the world, now— every part of his body was corded with heavy brawn that could level mountains. His earth-shaking legs were like the mightiest pillars, his enormous chest and densely packed pecs outpaced tanks in their sheer size and armament. It looked like any weapon would shatter across his thick abs, and bullets would bounce off his torso as if they were nothing. The arms already spoke for themselves; enormous artillery that could hit like trains, swollen biceps packed tightly atop triceps like anvils. 

Wargreymon took in a deep, gratifying breath, his chest inflating massively. Devimon, Blackwargreymon, Myotismon, it didn't matter— whatever threat that came after his friends, he was strong enough to put them in the ground.