I’d like to request a dabble of Hinata getting buff. Mainly in the arms and pecs. Hinata enjoys it at first, fighting and Hilton ladies. but he, Takumi, and mCorrin try to figure out how to stop it once he continues to grow, his growing giant pecs threatens to cover both Hoshido and Nohr under them. His clothes still intact while trying to be optimistic. Takumi and Corrin may grow as well if you’d like
The first of the last nine requests! It feels weird counting down from nine rather then ten lol. But oh well.
I’m really happy with how this one came out ajsjsdn The 2k words that this is went by decently fast despite me getting distracted for like a total of an hour on this. And I changed it a bit from the outline I posted to make it a more to what you asked for. And a bit less crack I feel?
This size is so far the furthest I’m willing to write muscle growith. Aka, room sized. (That’s how I am with weight gain too though. *it’s equality .gif*)
Admittedly, I am sad that this is the request that came out super long. Not cause I didn’t enjoy it, I had fun writing this, but because I know the notes will be pretty low since it’s muscle growth...
But, regardless, I hope you enjoy it and thank you for your patience!
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“Hey~” Inching his way closer, Hinata stands beside the unsuspecting retainer.
Her intense gaze concentrating on the lithe spear master, her eyes roam and caress each jab he throws at his opponent. The spear fighter so intently focused, his thin shirt is lightly soaked in sweat, the fabric clinging to his collarbone. The current round the semifinals, his current opponent is a basara, his club missing each and every swing.
A shadow looming over her, her eyes widen at the behemoth of a man standing beside her.
“Hey, there,” Hinata flashes his traditional show-winning grin at her. “I couldn’t help but notice-”
“We have a winner!” The announcer shouts, the area filled with cheers and boos alike. “Our young Moro advances on to the finals, will he survive another round and claim victory in his first ever tournament, or will he…”
Hinata ignores the rest of the announcer’s drawn out spheal, the flowery nonsense unimportant to him. His current prospective date continues staring out at the arena, both fights congratulating each other, her face furrowed, she faces away from Hinata. Her posture straight, she clasps her hands in front of her.
Hinata clears his throat. His tournament uniform’s sleeve audibly tears from his bicep, Hinata hiding his grin. “As I was saying, I think-”
“Takumi,” Voice direct and commanding as ever, Hinata stands up straight.
“Yes, Lord Takumi!” Having to crane his neck down, Hinata can barely see his lord over his own chest.
“From one retainer to another, I don’t wish to interrupt a conversation with your lord, goodbye,” Bowing to Takumi, she scurries off in the direction of Moro.
Hinata grumbles to himself. Frowning, he immediately wipes it off his face as he spots Takumi’s frown.
“You’re enjoying yourself,” Placing a hand to his hip, Takumi rests his weight on his opposite foot. Tapping his foot, he looks up at Hinata. “I thought we were supposed to find a way to end this,” Gesturing towards Hinata, Takumi shakes his head.
“I’m no good at that magic stuff,” Some of his fans passing by, Hinata gets down on one knee and brings both of his fists down together in a circle. Flexing, he grins and looks directly at them. Takumi scoffs as they giggle and rush off, clearly enamored but embarrassed at the bold displays of Hinata. “I thought you and Corrin were on the case,”
“We are,” Takumi grits his teeth. “But-”
“Hinata!” His elder brother interrupting, Corrin tackles Hinata. Hinata at the ready, he easily catches Corrin. Embracing him in a crushing hug, he spins him around; Corrin’s hands and face cling to Hinata’s meaty pecs, each alone larger than Corrin’s head. Hinata lets him down after a couple spins, Corrin eagerly laughing. “We haven’t been able to find a cure,” Corrin crouches down, picking at Hinata’s cotton pants. His thighs caressed by the fabric, the pair had been made by Oboro a week ago. A hand smacking the back of his head, Corrin jumps up. “Yet. I’m still working on it,”
“Well, it has been a month since this growth started, but I’m counting on you two,” His response half-hearted, Hinata offers a thumbs up to the two royals. The growth spurt coming out of nowhere, the growth had been labeled a curse by the royal healers and mages, none finding a cure to reverse it. No cure, Takumi had taken up to finding a cure for his retainer, Takumi forcing Corrin along for the ride.
Takumi shakes his hand, glaring at Corrin. “Your head would be as hard as metal with how dense you are,” Takumi catches the announcer speaking up once more. The finals starting, Takumi pushes Hinata. “Enjoy this while it lasts, you better not lose and make me look bad,”
“I wouldn’t ever dream it, lord Takumi!”
“Good luck! Not that you’ll need it,” Corrin cheers, jumping up and down.
Takumi tosses Corrin a glance, briefly considering tripping him. Ryoma obviously going to lecture the two of them for such a display in public, Takumi grumbles, returning to his private seat, Corrin following him.
The two seated, Corrin eagerly watches with baited breath, his hands digging into his knees as he leans out of his chair. Takumi sitting back in his chair, his legs are crossed. Takumi rests his head in his palm.
Hinata towering over his opponent, his massive jugs for pecs light dig into his chin, his pecs a testament to his monstrous, powerful size. His biceps larger than any human’s head, the pack of muscles lining his beefy arms seem reminiscent of balls more than anything, so much muscle densely packed and condensed. His broad shoulders widened to accommodate such a high amount of mass, his wingspan is exaggerated, Hinata wide. His powerful backside carved and jagged like a mountain, his shoulder blades jut out. His torso half covered by his gigantic chest, the other half is lined with bulging abs, his sides filled with riblets as well. His thighs not spared as well, each one alone is wider than any axe wielder's chest. Each spectacularly wide, they exaggeratedly stick out, Hinata a caricature of an hourglass figure. So packed and caked with muscle, Corrin had even begun helping Hinata out with magic to help lessen the chafing of his thighs alongside helping the massive pendulous weight of his chest. His ass enjoying his recent spurt of growth as well, they spread his pants in the opposite ends, a perfectly spherical bubble butt jutting out. His ass and back plus his thighs and chest help contribute to Hinata’s S shape for a body with his muscular torso still nipped.
Moro standing opposite of Hinata, his own trim form seems laughable to Hinata’s, the tournament a slaughter in the wake of Hinata. Moro simply readies his wooden naginata, pointing it towards Hinata as he readies his stance.
Hinata’s wooden katana is nothing but a toy at his size, the sword comparable to that of a twig in his hands. The round starting, Hinata takes a swing. His bulging arm heavy, the powerful yet slow swing easily misses the quick Moro. Moro jabs his naginata in Hinata’s torso, the wood not felt by Hinata. Grinning Hinata stomps the floor. So much muscle packed in his frame, his staggering weight causes the ground to shake. Moro losing his footing, Hinata takes a swing at him.
The wooden katana connecting, the single swing is all Hinata needs, his staggering strength knocking Moro to the edge of the arena, his back colliding against the wall. Taking a shaky breath, Moro curses under his breath before collapsing.
“Hah! I win again!” Dropping his sword, Hinata faces the cheering crowd. Raising both arms, Hinata begins flexing, performing various poses. Hinata doesn’t notice both Takumi and Corrin, too busy basking in the attention of his sheer size.
Corrin on the edge of his seat, he claps his hands as his eyes never once leave Hinata’s body. A hand digging into his collar, Corrin stands up as Takumi tugs at him. Following Takumi, Corrin continues to keep his eyes on Hinata until Takumi drags him into a wall, Corrin rubbing his face.
“We’re going to search some more,” Takumi forcing Corrin in front, he glares at him. Offering a glance at Hinata, Takumi merely furrows his brow at Corrin.
Takumi and Corrin sticking to their research, their extensive time spent ends up fruitless, neither of them discovering even an inkling of a trail as to what could be causing Hinata to grow. More days passing by, both of them continue with no lead, the rest of the palace staff puzzled.
Corrin in his room, he closes the spell book. The book the very reason for Hinata’s growth, Corrin places it in his nightstand. A secret compartment known only to him, the extra slot is perfect. Takumi searching Corrin’s room in his suspicions of his brother making his retainer grow had thankfully left Takumi empty handed and Corrin with an apology. The book also containing the spell to end Hinata’s spell and return him to his normal size, along with a multitude of other spells Corrin dreamed of trying on the other men, Hinata’s current issue could’ve been solved long ago. Humming to himself, Corrin bounces to Hinata’s room, hurriedly making his way. Hands behind his back, his fangs glisten with his smile. The route to Hinata’s room memorized, Corrin easily finds his way, entering without knocking. His grin widens as he spots Hinata. Hinata once taking his growth in stride, his ever increasing size had diminished some of his initial cheer. Powerful arms and chest soon became nothing more than a trophy. So much muscle densely packed in Hinata’s frame, even his growing height was unable to fully prevent Hinata’s size from becoming useless. Resting on his bed, the mattress serves no purpose, the mattress just for show. His back against the wall, Hinata’s head still surpasses Takumi’s and Corrin’s height, both of them standing to Hinata’s sitting. His chest absolutely massive, each single pec is larger than the average sized Hoshidan. So much weight on his back, Takumi had devised a pulley system for Hinata’s chest. Far too big for clothes, a pulley connected to the ceiling holds up Hinata’s chests, the monumental pecs otherwise digging into his thighs. Instead, they dig into Hinata’s chiseled chin, his face partially obstructed. His arms lay uselessly to the side of Hinata, both of them unable to move with so much muscle rubbing up against each other. His legs longer than the mattress, his legs rest partially on the floor, Hinata barely able to move them as well. Corrin making Hinata’s clothes grow as well, dressing the immoble muscle man was difficult but enjoyable work. His pants no longer baggy, they dig into his thighs and ass, Hinata’s thighs wider than his mattress. The once roomy purple fabric instead offers no space, Hinata’s chest even stretching the fabric just near the ripping point, perfect for Corrin’s pleasure. Hinata’s abs are hidden, Corrin often taking a peak and lifting Hinata’s clothes. Hinata’s biceps are as exposed as ever.
Takumi announcing Corrin’s presence, Hinata smiles. Instinctively raising his arm to wave, he grunts as he tries to lift it. Veins bulging, Hinata;s grunt remains just so, his arm not moving. “Hey Corrin,” Hinata greets, his eyes staring at his chest, unable to stare at anything else anymore. “Did you find a cure yet?” Chipper attitude maintained, even that facade is breaking, Hinata’s voice higher than usual.
Corrin shakes his head, feigning a sigh. “Not yet, I just wanted to check on you,” Carefully stepping past, Hinata’s legs, Corrin takes his usual spot on Hinata’s lap. Facing Hinata’s torso, Corrin rests his head against Hinata’s mounds for pecs. Arms lazing beside him, he lifts them up, feeling up Hinata’s pecs and biceps. Hinata immobile from so much muscle and with only Takumi and himself visiting him, Hinata is effectively his own huge muscular toy.
“Then you should be searching some more instead of doing whatever it is you’re doing,” Takumi seated at the desk, the lone piece of furniture in the room besides Hinata’s mattress, he scours his stack of books he brought from the palace’s library. Sighing, he closes his book, the last of his stack proving useless.
“I’m sure we'll find a cure soon,” Hinata reasons, letting out little huffs of air as Corrin continues his rubbing.
“We better,” Takumi stands up from his seat. Making his way to Hinata, he rests against Hinata’s side, draping Hinata’s bulging arm around him. “At the very least, each spell has its limit,no magic is potent enough to go much longer. Soon, the effects will end and then we won’t have to worry about you getting bigger,” Takumi closes his eyes, sleep taking him.
Corrin hides his grin, Takumi unaware of just how potent his draconic magic is. And of just how far he’s willing to make Hinata grow.
