February 2022- Baine and T-Bone (Patreon)

For February, Thunderhoof wanted the leader of the Tauren to show off his strength, and Uberotter wanted a hefty T-Bone living large. Enjoy!

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Baine Bloodhoof, High Chieftain of the Tauren Tribes and leader of Thunder Bluff, had a certain reputation. His father, the mighty Cairne, had died at the hands of Garrosh Hellscream- when his tribesmen demanded vengeance, he stayed their hand. When the Alliance fired on the tauren settlement of Camp Taurajo, he sent into exile the Braves that demanded they go to war. When the Alliance had laid siege to Zandalar, and King Rastakhan's body was not yet cold, his urging to sue for peace earned the ire of Sylvanas, and drove him to rebel against her.

In a word, weakness. Each of the actions he took, they had been taken to protect his people- when Garrosh killed his father, Baine knew it was sabotage, and for once, Garrosh wasn't at fault, but the Grimtotem who had poisoned his weapon. Vengeance for Camp Taurajo was entirely at the wrong time, when Garrosh was making more and more demands on the tauren tribes, and when they were being openly baited into a trap. As for suing for peace the day after the Alliance attacked Zandalar? He knew what Sylvanas was, and the road she was dragging the Horde down. But still, reputations were hard things to untangle. Baine was constantly being criticized for being weak, even when his hardest decisions had been tied into keeping the rest of his people from plunging into war and chaos.

Well, perhaps it was time for a proper show of force. Baine had been working hard, and his determination had been rewarded with the strength of the earth itself. He was a titanic figure now, the biggest tauren in living history. His immense, trunk-like legs rippled with power, and could crack the ground beneath his hooves. His heaving, canyon-like chest jutted past his strong chin, and biceps like boulders pressed into his pecs, charged on by anvil-like triceps. His shoulders formed a mountain range more impressive than any in Mulgore, and his strong back was as wide and sturdy as any mesa in Thunder Bluff. Baine would prove his patience wasn't weakness; it was holding back the immense power of his people, and perhaps his allies in the Horde needed a reminder of why the tauren were relied upon in the first place. With the strength to carve out canyons, take down the mightiest monster or deal with any threat to his people, Baine Bloodhoof already had a new name in mind- he would be the Earthshaker, someone who could crack stone with his bare hands, but knew when to stay his hand- but no one would question his strength again.

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Jake, otherwise known as Razor of the SWAT Kats, was being put through his paces; this was the third time in a month he had to resize the cockpit of the Turbokat jet because of his partner, Chance Furlong. His callsign was T-Bone, but these days, it might as well be Pork Loin for all the extra fat on his frame these days. It had all started with a run-in with Dr. Viper; an otherwise successful mission had seen Chance hit by… something. A strange mutagen of some sorts, related to Dr. Viper's latest scheme of creating a monster that could eat anything, and level Megakat City by eating apart the city's foundations. At first, it didn't seem like Chance was affected in any way- then his appetite started ratcheting up. It was all Jake could do to keep up with Chance's hunger attacks- or just the munchies, as Chance insisted. Cheeseburgers, pizzas, donuts, tacos- it didn't really matter, if it was cheap and Jake could get it all in bulk right away, Chance would eat it.

Pound after pound began to pile on the SWAT Kat's frame, and everything around the garage had to be worked on to accommodate his slowly climbing weight, from reinforcing the furniture, getting Chance bigger jumpsuits, and of course, the cockpit. So far, Jake wasn't panicking, not yet- the mutagen would wear off eventually, and so long as Chance could reach the joystick, his piloting skills hadn't taken a hit. Of course, Jake would also have to start factoring in his partner's weight just in case the Turbokat Jet started having trouble taking off.

He sighed inwardly as Chance waddled into the garage, polishing off a cheeseburger the size of Jake's head. The SWAT Kat was nearly spherical at this point; his gigantic belly dominated his frame, a huge boulder of tawny fur that jutted several feet out past his multiple chins and sinking down past his knees- and dangerously close to pressing down on his floor. His enormous, blubbery rear and chunky thighs were straining the largest jumpsuit Jake could find, and his pillowy chest sagged atop the dome of his belly. His formerly solid, muscular arms were thick with fat, and his already thick face was soft and round. He shuffled along, polishing off his burger, and tossing the wrapper in a trash can overflowing with fast food bags. Jake tried to ignore him, and then there was the sound of ripping fabric and breaking steel.

"Uh… Jaaaaake?"

Jake sighed long and low. "Is this a wrench or a needle fix?"

"...Both. Can you also grab a cookie on your way over?"

The lean SWAT Kat closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead. "Yeah, I gotcha, big guy."