Gummigoo 2.0- Part 3 (Patreon)

Gummigoo is starting to remember a few things, and suddenly, he's going to be setting his sights- and his weight- a lot higher. Enjoy!

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Gummigoo hit the ground with a thud, having explored the cavern to its utmost. He landed in a huge, empty room that did not seem natural— there was a dim light that hung in the air, with no discernible source of light, along smooth, straight walls that met in perfect right angles. The powerfully built reptile moved along the wide open space, furrowing his brow. This all seemed terribly familiar, but he couldn't begin to think of where it all came from…

And then, he saw himself. Or rather, he saw what he looked like without the huge amounts of muscle he had packed on recently, staring blankly ahead and rigidly straight. Lined up on either side to him were his boys, Chad and Max, and other people he knew. In an instant, Gummigoo reeled, as he remembered it all in a sudden instant. He remembered what this place was; he remembered what he was. And then he also remembered Pomni…

"Wait— wait," Gummigoo growled, tensing his thickly roped arms and looking down at his body. "Why… why set me back here? Why make me… stronger?" He tensed his arm, watching his biceps swell. 

The gator tried to keep calm, his chest rising and falling as he tried to measure his breath. He had to think this through. Why would he be made stronger? Wouldn't that make him more of a problem? Or was it all simply a distraction, to keep him thinking about what happened?

Gummigoo frowned as he approached his model, prodding the arm, then reeling back in shock— he felt the same spot on him be prodded. He lumbered around it, studying it intently. Could he use this model to change things? He poked his double's chest, and then his eyes widened as a small square popped up, like a menu with several sliders— and then, he saw the slider marked "Size." The gator smirked as he tapped it, sliding it all the way to the right, a plan beginning to form.

With the menu altered, Gummigoo felt his power surge; his arms expanded into engorged canons, gigantic with boulder-like biceps and triceps like tires. His legs would shame any oak tree with their width and density, holding up a sculpted torso that looked as impressive as any grand vista in the Candy Canyon Kingdom, his chest jutting out like a shield wall and stone-like abs tightly packed, buttressed by his heaving lats, still billowing out as the growth subsided.

"Oh… now this is something!" He rumbled, pumping his powerful arm, a bicep bigger than his head swelling large enough his clenched knuckles dug against the peak.

Later, he burst out of the cavern, approaching a stunned Chad and Max as he grabbed a barrel of maple syrup, ready to smash it in his bare hands. "Forget the training, fellas— I just found something much better. And I'll tell ya what— we got much bigger targets than the Fudge, now."