Donkey Brawn- Part 4 (Patreon)

Sorry for the delay on this one, folks! DK needed a little extra TLC- as you can see, we had a lot of ground to cover. Enjoy!

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DK's return from Hyrule was prefaced with the rhythmic shaking of the ground and the thudding sound of his heavy, lumbering steps. Every Kong that saw him could only gawk and stare as Donkey Kong commanded attention by his mere presence- the hulking gorilla had grown himself into an absolute beast. Those mighty bananas had done their work, augmenting every part of DK's now mountainous body; his legs had grown wider than they were long, tire-shaped quads bristling with each step, supporting an upper body so explosive with power it had bloomed like a mushroom cloud. Everything was exaggerated for the sheer brawn packed upon it, from his densely packed abs shaded by the titanic overhang of his bulging chest, the sprawling landscape of his shoulders and a bull-neck thicker than his head, and a sculpted tapestry of muscle along his back. His enormous arms swelled at the slightest tremor, the slabs of muscle making up his bloated triceps fueling the crowning peaks of his flexed biceps.

DK had never felt so good, strength bubbling up in the slightest of movements. He had to show it off- and he couldn't think of anywhere better than the race track. Several Kongs flocked when they heard DK had called for a race; by his sheer size and mass alone, it was obvious he wouldn't be able to drive any of the Kong's karts. But then, Donkey Kong made the rules clear- the other drivers could only start when they got to their karts, which DK was using as free weights. His own old kart crushed under his massive weight, DK hefted the cars over his head, tires bouncing off his pumped, rock-hard biceps and grinning toothily.

"Sorry guys, just had to get a good pump on- but hey, I'll race whoever can take 'em from me. Who's up first?" He chuckled deeply, bouncing his mammoth pecs- when no other Kong stepped forward, DK smirked, redoubling his efforts to curl his arms. "Hey, it's all good with me if you wanna forfeit- I've still got a hell of a gun show for the audience."