Bowser's Boost- Part 3 (Patreon)

Bowser's levelled up some more, and now he's ready for his boss fight- but it doesn't hurt to have one more power-up. Enjoy, folks!

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The Koopa King was on the move, and the ground trembled with each step he took. Bowser had never really trained himself as hard as he had during these past few days; his pride and reputation had never been threatened quite like this. If someone else actually got away with kidnapping Peach and Mario, he could never live it down. Now, with a small army of goombas and koopalings jogging to keep up with their king's titanic gait, he was marching on Isle Delfino to get Peach and Mario back, and bury the prick who kidnapped them under his nose.

And burying whatever little upstart that did the deed would be child's play for Bowser now; he had always been a big guy, but now, he was like a walking tank of rock-hard muscle and iron-like scales. Every part of his body was girded with rippling brawn- his immense core, burgeoned by heaving flanks that propped up arms like cannons and topped by a chest that could smother anyone that got in Bowser's way.

The huge dragon turtle stomped across Delfino like he owned it- who was going to tell him he didn't, at this point? He stopped, surveying the tropical island and its sandy white beaches. "Fan out!" he ordered. "I want every inch of the island covered! First sign of that kidnapping punk, you get me, and I'll pound him into paste!"

"Dad! Dad!" Bowser Jr., who wasn't going to miss his hulking dad beat someone up, leapt up. "I found something!" Beaming proudly, he held up a shimmering sound. "Will it help?"

"Will it help? Bwahaha!" Bowser snatched up the star, crushing it in his hands. He grunted deeply, puffing up his chest- like a gigantic furnace, it roared to life, and fire shot out of his mouth. His immense body shimmered, fueled by the ultimate power-up as the titanic muscles in his arms rippled, biceps and triceps inflating, pumping against each other as they fought for room. He curled his arm as his bicep swelled bigger than his head, those awe-inspiring mounds of muscles shattering the spiked iron bands straining to contain his arms. Clenching his fist and summoning up all the power at his command, Bowse slammed his fist into the sloping mountainside standing between him and the rest of the island, hitting the rock-face like a battering ram and shattering it like glass. "It's perfect, kiddo! Just like your old man. Now, c'mon! I gotta go show this plumber what a real rescue looks like!"