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Had Avocato's mind been even the tiniest bit distracted, he might've noticed how his musculature seemed to rub against itself now, yet fatigue kept any possible interruption at bay while he toiled. More and more his physique flourished as a result of the gems' power, bands of corded muscle piling on his frame as the seconds ticked forward. Barely any time at all had passed before he started appearing like he actively worked to hone his body.

His heaving chest visibly rose and fell with every breath, the sweat produced from exertion lubricating the fabric of his vest, allowing it to effortlessly slide along the growing slabs of beef. The same was said of his gauntlets, which didn't seem affected by his swelling forearms in the slightest. In fact, his entire upper body had enough latent give in its attire that it would have lasted quite a bit before rupturing.

The fabric of his leggings told a different story as they weren't so forgiving with accommodating his bloating beef. Legs that bulged with swollen power filled out his pants like they'd been contending with gravity that had suddenly tripled. The individual muscles that made up his lower body could be recognized as the material stretched thin and looked practically painted on.

Realization of his developing condition came in the form of some rips that formed in his pants, the first instance that something was amiss. It caused him to stop dead in his tracks, in a bit of an uncompromising position given his bent-over stance. He didn't know where the sound initially came from, but soon found the answer when he crouched even lower and heard the tears multiply. Wait, what was going on?!

He stood up immediately after and inspected the damage, feeling right away that his ass had positively multiplied in size and torn the entire back of his pants open without even trying. A similar discovery was made along his legs, where his bulging quads had burst the fabric open on both the inner and outer parts of his thighs. It bugged his eyes as wide as saucers when he learned of this revelation. How could this have happened, and why now?!

Any slight movement induced new rips to form, his burgeoning bulk bursting forth from every seam. He was beside himself in alarm as he watched his leggings be torn to shreds from his own bloating form. His mind raced for answers, ultimately coming up with none. The only thing that his body focused on was the unrelenting panic rushing through him as he observed his growth continuing unabated.

In a brief matter of moments his bottoms had exploded in a display of vulgar masculinity as his shredded quads turned the material into a sprinkling of confetti that lay in heaps around his feet. That left him naked in an instant, his cheeks burning red despite there not being anyone around to witness this. Well, not anyone he knew, that was.

That was when his vest started giving him issues, becoming too constricting around his chest for his liking. It drew his attention to his pectorals, which is when he saw the oversized mounds of heft that they'd become, his jaw agape as he watched them surge before his very eyes. The rate was steady, which perplexed him more than anything. What could be the cause of this?

He didn't have the chance to wait around and ponder the answer as tears snaked their way along his top, following along the seams. The utility belt wrapped around his torso strained as well, tightening as it began failing to encompass the musculature held within it, wedging in between his growing pecs and contributing to the strain of his vest. Crap, he didn't have the time to remove anything!

To his complete surprise, it was his gauntlets that gave up the ghost next. They'd cracked down along the undersides, unable to deal with the mounting pressure caused by his brawny forearms. It gave him a perfect view to observe his growth as muscles that he'd never really thought of much before now bunched up greatly as he flexed them. It amazed him that their widths were the size of what his biceps used to be like.

His preoccupation led him to miss his vest tearing along his back, the rip violently traveling from his swelling neck downward. The alleviation in pressure caused it and the sash to fall unceremoniously to the ground, adding to the growing pile of ragged fabric scraps that used to be his clothing. They were followed by both his shoulder and knee pads popping off with nothing left to hold them in place, then by his boots rupturing from his tremendous calves making their lives hell.

And just like that Avocato was fully in the nude, bulging all over with beef with no signs of slowing down. His heart nearly beat out of his chest at the rapid series of developments. He was frozen in place as he viewed how his body's expansion persisted, only his fingers twitching in the end.

It was only after a few moments that he realized he was actually alright. His racing pulse started to slow after a quick examination, revealing no major problems with his body, other than the very strange one still taking place. It struck him as particularly odd given that he'd likely accepted at least a hundred pounds of muscle mass in such a short amount of time, yet his frame hadn't protested the increase in weight at all. He didn't know much about his physiology, but if he had to hazard a guess, he'd probably wager that something about his bone density changed to accommodate for all his newly gained beef.

His previously stunned demeanour led his sack to fall to the ground, brimming with glowing crystals that didn't seem to dim no matter what. He was far too engrossed with his own body to notice the gems, though he likely wouldn't anyway given how the bag fell away from him. The sight of his chest still growing in spite of already shredding his top befuddled him, and yet he couldn't peel his eyes away no matter how hard he tried.

His expansion didn't stop there as his back - now open to the world - cultivated mass as quickly as his front did. The mounds of meat that each group of muscle had become swelled as the rest of him did, the difference in height between their peaks and the valleys between them only increased as time marched on. It got to the point where he could feel them rub against one another when he moved his arms in certain ways, the stimulation surprisingly not unwelcome. Uh, this wasn't what he expected to feel that day, but he certainly didn't hate it.