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Mythic Gym
🕑 Added 2022-05-18 11:47:18 +0000 UTCWhile I work out how to improve my patreon (taking suggestions actually) have an old story from a couple years back. I've probably improved since then but you're never too old for vore.
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A busy crowd populated the night. A busy bunch at the gym filled the place just enough so that most machines and equipment were in use. It was common for the place to be so full on a weekend, particularly at night due to it being a non-mythic gym mostly, it forced too many people in too little space. There were all so few mythicals around, and those present had an aura of fear that seeped in onto passing by normal creatures who did not want to cause any trouble nor have an eye to eye just in case. Most of the big fellas were of the hooved variety, hooves beating a steady clop as a few bulls, stallions, goats and donkeys hoarded most of the big equipment. There were many others among them but mostly congregated to the lighter section and aerobic sections that the lighter folk used to train. The whole place had an open design, all visible from the entrance, except for the locker room in the back. Over at the huge entrance was a young behemoth, the owner, introducing people in and leading them into the facilities with a welcoming smile and a towel.
Char bumbled his way into the front of the gym, looking around. As a helhest and a pretty damn tough one at that, he wasn't exactly used to working hard, but being unable to see his own groin beneath his enormous stomach was downright shameful. It had taken a while, but he'd resolved to go to the gym, get in shape, get back in action! As soon as he found a good one. And by the looks of things, seeing mostly ungulates on the machines was an encouraging sight, the familiar clop-clip of hooves sending a twitch through Char's ears and making him feel in good company. He looked to the behemoth behind the counter, and introduced himself. "Hey, I'm good to use this gym, right? For a trial? Actually what's your membership like?"
At first the behemoth owner seemed overly excited. It was rare to see mythics come along and there were very few in his gym and thus, he introduced Char to the facilities with a wide smile. "Well, as you see here we have equipment for every muscle group, and classes of all types. For you, my fellah, you actually get a free pass, consider it on the house~ Massages and shakes are extra but other than that, you may make yourself at home." Unlike most, Char got a full tour of the whole place, able to see everything but people often tried to divert their sight. Not out of rudeness but rather out of fear and respect, nothing the behemoth didn't know or wasn't used to. The behemoth ended with the tour ending back up at the start in a circular loop. The only thing that he didn't tour through was the lockers, which couldn't possibly be all that bad or different from any other but still remained a bit of a mystery. Once they ended the tour, the young behemoth just leaned over, towel presented with both hands up high. "Have a good work out~"
Char took his gym bag into the locker rooms, figuring he could take a peek at the competition, so to speak, while he had the chance. Inside he set up shop on a bench, emptying out his bag and struggling on some workout gear. His multi-x-l basketball shorts still stretched across his fat ass, and his tank top looked more like a tarp, but at least he seemed ready to work out. He could hardly turn down free facilities, after all. Nerves were already making him sweat, just a little bit, and the body heat of those nearby couldn't be helping. He wondered how visible his bulge had to be and looked idly around the locker room before standing to head out.
Even within the locker room itself, there were a few people staring at the new guy from outside his sight, curious about him. Usually mythics seemed more.... grand and it was a rare sight to see one who wasn't feeling all mighty among what they considered mortals.
Despite the social division however, as soon as the new mythic stepped out of the lockers he was greeted by a masculine dragon, offering to guide the other guy along. As they walked, machines emptied out without a word as people gave them priority around the place. "You must be new here, right?" the dragon asked as he looked at Char and inspected him up and down. It was not mere kindness, no, it was also a hint of desire that crossed the dragon's mind when looking at the nice bulge that demanded attention even through Char’s shorts. .
"Yeah, pretty much," Char said, letting the dragon follow him to the benches, "It's been a while since I tried taking care of my body, always nervous the first day, you know how it is." Char plopped himself down in the middle of the weight floor, between a group of bulls on the heaviest weights. The helhest started loading weights onto the bar, tossing several hundred pounds on before sidling underneath and starting an upward bench press. "It's probably embarrassing to see this, huh?"
At first the dragon just chuckled as he shook his head. "Nah, is just fine, you should fit right in." he said as he noticed the bulls step apart but alas, and went around to spot Char and help him out. He was a particularly tight guy, looking quite toned but certainly lighter than Char himself. He seemed quite tall as well, accented by his shining red scales. "I mean, if you are starting off with this I think you'll scale up quite well. Although, you look like built for strength more than anything, I’m quite jealous."
"That's kind of you to say, but I come from a long line of skinny types. This is all fat trust me. I don't really have the healthiest diet." Char continued pushing the bar, going slow enough to maintain proper form but still clearly wanting it to be over already. After a few awkward pauses between sets, the stallion made it to three sets and just mumbled, "My pecs are already on fire, for example." He reached down to his basketball shorts, pulling on them to get them out of his thighs, and his dick inadvertently popped out, lowering halfway to the floor. Char turned away from the dragon in embarrassment, aiming his cock at a donkey obliviously doing some squats. Char let out a breath he was holding, and his dick jumped as the donkey disappeared.
Char turned back to his partner, massive pecs pushed out over his belly as he spooled his floor dragging cock back into his bottoms. "Do you have a recommendation for what I should do next?"
For a short second, the dragon looked away and he missed it all as he just looked at Char with his dick flopped out and his body already sporting some mighty pectoral muscles. It was a bit of a change for sure, quite shocking but he just thought that the guy just developed quite quickly. With people wanting to avoid staring at the mythics, the donkey had basically disappeared with nobody to account for him with nothing but a yelp before it disappeared into a fat cock and got slurped all the way through the cock and the bulge traveled along the leg of the pants. "Oh woah... that was quick progress..." the dragon said as he just smiled and pointed over towards the free weights to try out some curls. "Might as well work on your biceps."
"Can do!" Char was starting to feel energized, working out was more fun than expected, as he went over to the curling rack to find it occupied by a large bull man. "Hey, sorry buddy, can I get in? And do you want to help spot me?" Char asked, the normal agreeing automatically. The bull was one of the biggest guys in the gym, but disagreeing with mythics who outnumbered you just wasn't something you did. Char piled the weight on, bar bending from the struggle, as he even collected any unused plates from nearby stations to add to the bar. The bull looked slightly terrified at the sheer amount of weight on it as Char pulled it up, slowly curling it with his doughy arms.
At some point the bull didn't even know if spotting for the stallion was really a thing as those weights looked like they would break anytime and more importantly, that they'd break him! The bull then just helped about as he put himself in position, not knowing what to expect as he fearfully put his hands over the weights, not really applying any sensible amount of force to move them. "Uh... are you... sure this is a good idea?" the bull asked as he saw the weights straining more and more from the sheer mass being put on the bar.
"Probably not, but I do want to know my limits." Char said, pulling the bar inch by agonizing inch, it sinking into his belly every time it lowered. As he moved, his tank top disappeared into his chest cleavage, shirt nowhere near prepared for the new growth of pecs he was wielding. "Hey, could you fish my shirt out for me?" He asked the bull. The bull, figuring that spotting probably wasn't doing any good, reached his hand in... only to find he could not pull it out. The chest cleft was just so deep. So hard. Bit by bit the bull felt compelled to reach his hand in more, losing his forearm, his twenty inch biceps, all of it disappearing into the depths. Some part of his mind realized that this was the muscle paradise he was in the gym for, all this time, and he gave in, willfully DIVING into those pecs.
Char finished his set, stepping away from the weight rack, shirtless, his massive muscle gut on display. "DAMN! Now that's a warmup. Already got a pump going." The nightmare smiled, putting his arms up and flexing massive biceps into basketball like peaks.
The nightmare was starting to attract attention from the people around him, seeming like the muscular form he was developing was having an alluring effect on the guys. A particularly huge stallion came over, a bit nervous as he was approaching a mythic yet he felt draw to and attracted to that sheer bulk the other stallion was building up. The other horse was particularly big, bigger than Char even. It seemed like he wanted something to do with Char, as if a bit of a fan. "H-hey..." he said, a bit nervous. "You are looking quite good, even if you just joined just now. I’m a touch envious of all that, how you do it?"
"I'm sorry to say it's almost all genetics. The rest, though, is definitely good diet and just going as hard as you can." Char was surprised at the question, but did his best to answer. "Like, let me ask a question. How heavy are you and what did you have to prep for your workout?"
At first the other horse just stuttered to answer but then just nodded and showed his work out sheet to the other guy. It was quite a long list and on top of that, he had quite a large shake filled to the brim with protein. "Is a full workout, mostly do everyday and what not. Is all hard work really. And I’ve been putting in every effort I can. Even tried a couple of hormone injections to see if they worked. You just seem to be a natural at it. How do you do it? Do you have like your own testosterone factory or something? Heh." he said jokingly.
"Technically I have two. I'd say the shakes are your problem. You always want to eat real food. Eat MEAT. Like a predator. Before and after. Something red, lean, strong, and well raised would be best. That soy shit ruins everything," Char was getting swept away in flattery, talking out of his ass from giddiness at being looked up to by such an enormous guy. "Like, check this out."
Char removed his gym shorts.
A flaccid horsecock slowly flopped to the floor, resting gently, as Char gestured to his exercise ball sized nuts. "THIS is how you work out. You feed your nuts, most important step." Char gave them a light rub. "Look at the sweat on these. You can tell these are workout nuts." Char flicked the fluid at the larger horse, who looked dazed the moment it hit him.
"Yeah I'll... check those out." he said, bending down to caress Char's massive pair. As he touched the scrotum, it seemed to melt, a gooey mess that stuck to his hand. As he reached his other hand to unstick the first, the mass just entangled him more. A slow spiderweb of permeable slime engulfed him from the sweaty ballsack, wrapping him into a sphere and drawing him in before a large THUMP.
As Char was mentoring the other horse, the dragon was slowly coming again to look at the nightmare. He was shocked to see what was happening and how the normal horse was engulfed in the blink of an eye. And just like that, Char had an extra asset, the size of the huge stallion. The red dragon was drawn over to the sight and shook his head in confusion. "Did you just.... how?!" he asked, as he thoughtlessly leaned in to touch the nightmare, just to see the sight he was seeing was real.
"I keep saying, just genes," Char mumbled, slowly growing. "Some people are horses, made to run, some people are goats, made to endure, some people are dragons, made to be powerful." The sheer amount of testosterone running through him was making him obscenely randy, as he reached out to clutch the dragon's shapely pecs, running his massive hands down his abs and clutching his tight rear. "Mythics get the best of it. You were born to live long, be strong, and always improve. That's a lot of talent." Charles smiled, revealing a mass of tombstone teeth, "I was born to have three legs and be death itself."
The dragon shuddered, taken aback, having gotten much too close as Char opened his mouth revealing a wanly glowing pit in the depths.
The dragon, unlike the consumed normal beings, had just a touch more survival instinct and upon seeing the sudden attempt of the big nightmare barely slipped out of the stallion's grasp. He was quick and made a break trying to slide under the giant balls of the horse, right between the sac and the cock. He thought he would be safe for the moment being as he looked around, trying to see what he could use to fend off the monstrous stallion but failed to notice the looming cock over him, not aware of its potential.
Char winced. He hadn't actually wanted to eat his mythic workout buddy, he was just showing off, but it was a bit too late now. His cock couldn't possibly deny a source of power that close by. Sure enough, it snaked around, crawling on the floor like a snake all its own, grabbing the dragon's foot in its opening and refusing to let go.
"No! No!" The dragon screamed, clawing at the cock and bouncing off its malleable but devastatingly tough texture. He reached deep within him, spitting fireball after fireball at various parts of the horse, leaving bare patches of fur and revealing slowly sharpening muscle tone beneath.
"Sorry man..." Char mumbled, "I can't actually control that part. If it makes you feel any better, I promise to live your milennia to the fullest."
The struggling stallion within was causing the whole sac twitch, with faint impressions of a hoof or hand briefly becoming visible before being drawn further in, in that moment the sight was burned into the dragon’s eyes. He redoubled his struggles and pushed with all the might he could muster, trying to get himself away from the devouring hole of the cock but it was all in vain as the slick lubrication of the shaft pulled him in. "NO!" He screamed again. "...w-what will it be of me?!" he begged as he saw the form of the captured horse still moving, terrified that his fate was to be sealed like that for the rest of his time. For the sac had grown more than large enough to hold him in his entirety.
Char reached down, lifting the dragon's other leg up and sliding it into his cock, admiring the dragon's flexibility as he did so. "Well, I'll basically absorb you. Ever since Niflhel closed I've had to keep it all myself. That's how I got so fat, chomping on out of shape idiots." Inch by inch the dragon slid down, cock having just a bit of trouble consuming mythic flesh, "I'll get your lifespan, your virility, your physique, your metabolism, your knowledge. I might get wings and firebreath, who knows, I've never eaten another mythic." Char shuddered with pleasure, the dragon's rippling abs tingling his slit perfectly as they passed, "I really am sorry, but this cock is just the end of the line."
