Monster Dads- Part 2 (Patreon)

Asgore regains his confidence and Bowser can't keep his eyes- or hands- off of him! Enjoy, folks, and thanks for the support!

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Asgore looked himself over in the mirror, puffing up his chest. The monstrous goat had recently gone through a wild transformation- after being sponsored in his new support group for monster dads, he had been sculpted into a powerhouse- he hadn't looked so toned and musclebound since the war that drove his kingdom underground. For the most part, he was standing taller, smiling easier, Asgore was starting to feel good about himself. That is, until he had his first day with his kids. Everything was fine- Chara had even complimented him on how strong he looked- but then his confidence was shot as soon as he saw who Toriel was dating- Aaron. He had been trying to build up his confidence again in the mirror again- but it wasn't quite taking. Starting to feel a wellspring of emotion building up in the pit of his stomach, he reached for his phone and called his sponsor.

"Yo," Bowser responded. The Koopa King had taken a shine to Asgore, and as his sponsor, had gotten him hooked on working out- most of the dense muscle packed on to the goat's frame was Bowser's doing.

"B-bowser…" Asgore gasped out, suddenly feeling tears coming on.

"Oh, jeez. What happened?"

"Toriel, she… she's got a new boyfriend."

Bowser paused for a second. "Okay, grab your gym bag. Meet me at the gym in ten."

"B-but Bowser…"

"Hey! Ten minutes fluffy buns, or I'm draggin' you out of your apartment myself!"

Some time later, the two bulky kings were squeezed on a weight bench, Bowser patting Asgore's back. "C'mon, you break your bench press record, you'll feel better," the dragon-turtle rumbled.

Wordlessly, Asgore passed a picture of Aaron, the mer-horse smirking a pearly white smile and flexing his thickly roped arm and showing off his diamond-cut abs.

"This the guy?" Bowser asked. Asgore nodded. "Pfft." Bowser tossed the phone back to the goat. "He looks like a tool. C'mon, Fluffers, you could beat him up. What's he do, anyways?"

"He's a bodybuilder…"

Bowser frowned, thinking for a second. Suddenly, inspiration struck him and he smiled toothily. "Bwahaha- perfect!"

Asgore glanced over at him, but said nothing.

"Aw, c'mon- don't you see it? We've been building you up into a beast. You wanna feel better about Seabiscuit over here? Enter the bodybuilding contest and kick his ass!"

"Oh, I… I don't know…" Asgore tittered. "Aren't those mushrooms you gave me… aren't they…" he lowered his voice, hissing in Bowser's ear. "Illegal substances?"

"Pfft- bwahaha! Fluffers, you kill me." Bowser slapped Asgore on the back. "Look at Seabiscuit back here- you think he's not got a whole pharmacy of chemicals keeping his body lookin' like that? Besides… they're not illegal." Asgore looked at him pointedly, causing Bowser to respond defensively. "What? They're not! It ain't illegal if no one knows what they are!"

Asgore chewed his lip. "Still… I don't know…"

"Hey, Fluffy bun." Bowser hefted Asgore up. With his musclebound arm, his bicep pressing into Asgore's lower back, Bowser's hand squeezed on Asgore's meaty glutes. "I think you'd kill it on stage. No contest. And, y'know, I've got a thing for winners." He winked.

"Oh!" Asgore blushed heavily. "G-golly…"

Bowser snickered. "You gotta stop saying that, it makes me think I'm hitting on Mickey Mouse."

Asgore rubbed the back of his thick neck. "You're just, uhm, very forward… s-so if I were to enter, you'd… be there to cheer me on?"

"'Course. But I wanna see you buckling those stage floorboards. Remind everyone just what a big. Scary. Monster. You are," Bowser rumbled, pressing his pecs up against Asgore, their beefy chests grinding against each other.

Asgore laughed nervously, the blush rising. "W-well! I can't argue with that… make me huge."

Bowser's smile was broad and toothy. "Now that is what I like to hear."

With Bowser's encouragement, Asgore pushed himself as hard as he could go. His body surged and fought with all its strength, pumping iron weights, working like a well-oiled machine. The red-capped mushrooms helped too, of course- bloating and inflating his muscles even larger. By the time of the contest, Asgore was twice the goat he was before. He was, as Bpwser had so often declared, an absolute beast- a walking tank of rock-hard muscle. His shoulders were like a snow-capped mountain range, his thick bull neck warped into his traps, and crowning a canyon-sized pair of meaty pecs. His arms were thicker than they were long, immense, boulder-biceps pressing down on triceps like billowing sails. His immense back flared out like the wings of a mighty dragon, heaving swells of muscle bunching up, lats flaring out into a broad, warped canvas. His thick core was made of steel-enforced, sculpted, if bloated abs, and his earth-shaking legs were like marble columns- durable as stone, and perfectly sculpted, with powerful thighs and shapely calves.

When he flexed, it was like watching a moving mountain. Bowser, surprisingly, didn't need to train Asgore with his routine- in building himself into a behemoth, Asgore regained some air of theatricality. He slowly began growing comfortable showing off, and had prepared a routine that he was certain would wow the judges.

The day of the competition, Aaron went first. He was already losing points on account of not having legs- for all his chiseled abs and diamond-cut definition, he couldn't perform any quadricep poses with just a mer-tail. Still, he was considerably more agile, and even had more control than the walking brick wall Asgore had built himself into.

The beastly goat balked, barely able to fit backstage. "O-oh, golly…"

"C'mon, you're up!" Bowser growled.

"I- I don't know…"

"Bah! C'mere!" Bowser grabbed Asgore by the cheeks and pulled him in, their pecs grinding against one another in a tremendous collision as the koopa king gave the goat a forceful kiss. "There, a kiss for good luck. Now get out there, ya lummox!"

"I- ah- wow." Asgore felt light-headed, but it gave him the motivation to get started- though he yelped when Bowser smacked his glutes again.

Asgore commanded the stage with his sheer size alone- he turned in profile, showing off the sheer width of his enormous physique. His royal purple posers girded his thick hips and bloated adonis belt, and with little effort he flexed his enormous thighs as they rippled. Lifting one arm out, a bicep the size of a beachball jostled for room against the enormous, sprawling canyon of his chest. He had the entire stadium in awestruck attention- it was no contest. With one flex, Asgore had destroyed Aaron's chances- the rest after this was a victory lap, and more time to think about how Bowser might reward such a beast.