September Sketches (Patreon)

Thanks for your support, everyone! As September closes, Tracy Gorilla is going bananas and Launchpad is getting a pretty impressive wingspan of his own! Enjoy!

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Being a part of the Ghost Busters, and not a part of those corporate sell-outs in New York, was hard work. Tracy Gorilla had spent years working as the muscle for his friends, Jake and Eddie, and hadn’t had a vacation to himself since 1984. Then, after the group hunted down the ghost of a gluttony demon, something shifted, even if Tracy couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He had been doing his bit, wrestling the corpulent spook and holding him down so Jake and Eddie could nab it, until it just vanished. With the ghost gone and the readings no longer detecting any spectral anomalies, Tracy had decided it was another job well done, and then, on a whim seemingly from nowhere, went out for a well-deserved snack.

That well-deserved snack, all bananas, of course, had lasted for around a month. Jake and Eddie were slightly worried and scratching their heads about where this insatiable appetite had come from, but as long as Tracy was happy, it couldn’t be too bad, could it? The gorilla gorged himself on as many bananas as he could find, resulting in a chunky monkey that was put on temporary leave from the team. Tracy had ballooned into an over-inflated parody of himself, his once strong, muscular arms swaddled in fat, wobbling as they shoved more bananas into his ever-hungry maw. His belly sprawled out in front of him, a huge, brown mound of fur and jiggling blubber, pressing down on near-useless legs now rounder than they were long. His fedora was still perched jauntily on top of his head, even if his face, too, was massively filled out, ringed with multiple chins and framed by thick, round cheeks. Deep inside the ape’s behemoth belly, the gluttony demon chuckled to himself; possessing the brute had been a stroke of genius, and now he was going to feel right at home, if he could get used to the smell of bananas, at least. 

Launchpad McQuack was good at many things: crashing cars, planes, helicopters, and other assorted vehicles mainly, but despite being blessed with a naturally muscular build, he had never really tried working out. As it happens, Launchpad wasn’t just good at working out, he was probably the best there was. Something about lifting heavy objects, crashing metal plates together, and not thinking at all while doing it came naturally to him, and the results were more impressive than any flight he had been a part of, as he had hulked out to becoming three times the duck he used to be. Sure, he didn’t quite fit in the cockpit of the Sunchaser anymore, but on the plus side, he could just lift the plane, now, and that was sort of like making it fly, right?

Even if he didn’t really think about it all that much, his body had become a sight to behold. He had to tear the sleeves off his bomber jacket to make room for arms that could bend steel girders, but it was a small price to pay when his biceps rose up like hills with a slight flex and his triceps were bigger than the tires on Mr. McD’s limo. He hadn’t skipped leg day, but even as they bulged with thick muscle, they were still dwarfed by the rest of his body- Launchpad was always going to be cursed with a top-heavy build in the end, but what a top it was! His shoulders and thick neck formed a mountain range, and his beefy chest, barely contained in his strained jacket, was only outclassed by a back big enough to give Launchpad a wingspan that was on the verge of overtaking anything he had ever flown. He might be grounded until the Sunchaser went through some serious renovations, but that was okay; he had a long list of old friends and exes that just might want to see how he was doing these days...